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"What is that?" Tara asked Amanda wearily. It had been a day since Tara heard of Task Force X and now, she was a member. She was prepping with Amanda, watching her hold a dart gun in her hand.

"It's a tracking device," she told her cooly. "Just in case if the team is split up."

"O-Okay," Tara muttered. "Get it over with." She winced as the needle pierced her skin, closing her eyes tightly as the pain ebbed away into nothingness. 

"Alright, Tara." Amanda stood Tara up from the chair she was sitting in, a stern expression on her face. Tara liked Amanda, she wished she could be like her: a women who didn't take shit from anyone. She was a badass and a role model to Tara. "Here's the deal. You're going to be with criminals. I don't believe you are a criminal you have good intentions and you know what's right. Whatever you do... don't believe the criminals, believe in yourself- and Rick." Amanda opened the door to the room they had been residing in and motioned Tara to follow her into a busy corridor. Rick Flag stood attentive outside the room, ready for Amanda's orders. "Rick here is your best bet in there. Trust him." 

Little did Tara know, Amanda was treating her as a criminal too. She was just playing the younger woman, knowing that she was a great asset she needed to keep the task force in tact. She just hoped it wouldn't go to shit.

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MIDWAY CITY AIRPORT

"This is Tara," Flag introduced his friend, GQ Edwards. The crew of misfits had finally arrived at the airport where Flag had backup: the Navy. 

"Nice to meet you," he smiled at the young woman and she nodded in turn. She wasn't much of a talker. 

"What the hell, Flag?" The shorter army man asked him as the three walked up to the unwieldy group of misfits.

"Unlock em," Rick ordered, ignoring his friend. He knew that there was no real answer he could give his friend without lying his ass off. 

"Hi boys, Harley Quinn." She smiled brightly, sticking her hand out for an introduction. "How do you do?"

Tara was glad she wasn't involved with the criminals, she didn't like how shitty they were treated. It was dead quiet and Tara moved away from Rick to watch El Diablo, Killer Croc and Deadshot appear.

"Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?" Harley asked loudly, Tara rolled her eyes. "Sorry, it's the voices," she smiled at everyone. "I'm kidding, jeez! That's not what they really said."

"Shut the hell up," Tara groaned, shooting a glare at Harley. 

Harley smirked at Tara, "I liked you already."

"Well that makes one of us," Tara spat, pushing past the blonde. "I'm not into spazzy blondes who have an affinity for crazies." 

Harley pouted, hoping that the young woman would eventually like her. She knew it would take awhile but Harley herself took awhile to like the Joker.

"So you don't like jokes?" 

Tara froze, turning her head to see a chest with an orange jumpsuit covering it. Slowly, she raised her eyes to see Floyd in front of her.

"Not that big of a fan," she drawled out slowly. She really hoped that she looked cool and collective rather than a blushing mad woman. "I had to deal with too many jokes last year when I was taken hostage by a crazy." Tara's eyes fell onto Harley, scorning the other woman for falling in love with the Joker. He was a monster.  

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"What do we got here?" Rick asked, watching as the helicopter took off, leaving behind a moving bag. "12 pounds of shit in a 10 pound sack." Rick smirked, watching as his guards cut open the large bag. "Welcome to the party, Captain Boomerang." The man struggled to escape the bag, stumbling to get up. Once he had his orientation he punched a guard, immediately getting surrounded by more. 

What an idiot.

"Hey, what's going on, man?" He asked loudly, his Australian accent coming out.

"Calm down," a guard ordered him, noticing the rising panic in him.

"Hey, one minute I'm playing Mahjong with me nana then this red streak hits me outta nowhere!"

"Shut up! You were caught robbing a diamond exchange."

"I was not!" He told Rick indignantly.

Tara smirked, she liked this Boomerang. He was quite the person. 

"Here come Slipknot, the man who can climb anything. Wonderful." Tara moved her attention away from the Aussie and towards guards struggling with a man with long hair. 

"Have a good time, scumbag." A woman told him scathingly. She received a punch in the face too, nice.

"Straighten up," a guard ordered to him, holding him tightly.

"She had a mouth," Slipknot explained. Tara rolled her eyes, that wasn't a way to treat a woman, what a misogynist pig. Harley cackled loudly, watching the scene unfold before her.

"Listen up!" "In your necks... injections you got.. nanite explosives the size of a rice grain but it's as powerful as a hand grenade. You disobey me, you die." Growl from Killer Croc "If you try to escape, you die. You irritate or vex me, and guess what? You die."

"I'm known to be quite vexing. I'm just forewarning you."

"Lady, shut up!" Rick yelled loudly. Ouch. Harley looked down glumly, as if she was a small child being scolded by her father. "This is the deal. You're going somewhere very bad to do something that'll get you killed." Tara stood behind Floyd, watching as Rick stared the other man down. "But until that happens you're my problem."

"So was that a pep talk?" Floyd began. Tara grabbed his arm, yanking it. He quickly looked down at me and Tara shook her head quickly, hoping he wouldn't get killed for mouthing off.

"Yeah, that was a pep talk." Rick told Floyd, he wasn't having any of his shit. "There's your shit. Grab what you need for a fight. We're wheels up in 10." 

"You might want to work on your team motivation thing. You heard of Phil Jackson?"

"Yeah," he was getting tired of Floyd's shit.

"He's like the gold standard, okay?" "Triangle bitch." He raised his hands to mimic a triangle."Triangle. Study."

All of the soldiers dispersed, grabbing their own weapons while the band of criminals began to prep themselves. 

Tara watched the others walk to their cases and stood in front of Flag, a frown on her face. "You didn't have to be such a dick," Tara whispered to him and Rick smirked at her, sending her a wink. 

"That's the game, baby."

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