six ────────────── operation harley!

 "You gotta be kiddin' me. You're gonna risk the entire mission for some mental defective dressed as a court jester." Chris spits bitterly, placing his odd helmet on his head. They'd been driving since they left the club, or at least wherever the truck had crashed. Elina rolls her eyes in an irritated manner, tightening the leg holster holding a small daggers before counting how many she had. Digging through all of her belongings and gear she'd left on the bus before going into the club the night before, she picked up the small foldover bag of special daggers dawning small buttons—when, once activated, would explode once hitting the desired target. Clipping the bag to her belt, Elina stood. "You were also in Belle Reve. What makes you think you're so special?"

"I'm not crazy?"

"This coming from a guy who wears a toilet seat on his head." Dubois states.

Rick shakes his head, tucking his guns into his holsters and stands. "We don't leave one of our own behind." Rick informs, marching off the bus. Elina sighs and turns to Cleo, shaking her. "Hey. Come on, wake up." Elina orders softly. The girl sits up, groaning. Elina looks to Abner, and he nods, walking to Cleo. Elina thanks him quickly before following Dubois off the bus. "Alright, we'll enter through the third floor, go to the inner staircase, and then down to the inner cellar where they usually keep their detainees. Hopefully, Harley's still alive." Rick informed, nodding to the others.

Elina wasn't the religious type these days, but, if there was a God, she sure was praying to him right about now. Harley was her best friend, having previously been more than that during Harley's big glamourous emancipation from the Joker—the two had found one another and got romantically involved before they mutually called it quits and opted for being simply best friends. Though, Elina will always consider Harley to be one of her only good relationships. She can't stand to think what would happen if Harley Quinn was no longer a part in her life. A final exclamation sounds from Christopher, which surfaces Elina from her worries.

"It's not a toilet seat, it's a beacon of freedom!" He yells to Dubois, who slides on his own helmet. Following he and Rick, the three of them run across the street and sprint towards the building. They were doing a crouched sort of run—like the way they run in Scooby Doo, which was appropriate, Elina decided. Once they got to the building, Dubois pulled out his grappling hook and pointed it upwards. Rick held up his walkie talkie and spoke into it. "Ratatouille, what do you got?"

"Third floor hallway's clear. Abner?" Says Cleo through the crackling radio.

"There doesn't seem to be any incoming traffic." Abner informs.

Elina nods and turns, giving a thumbs up to Dubois, who's already scaling up the wall.

"Bird."

Rick looks away and then snaps his head back to the walkie talkie. "Nanaue, stay off the com." He orders. Elina chuckles, retrieving the explosive knives from her belt. "Colonel, I got a clean shot on the only one in the office. Just say the word." Says Christopher.

Rick turns, nodding to Elina. "Fire on three, two..."

"What are you guys doing?" A voice asks, chirpy, joyous, and curious.

Rick and Elina both turn around, before looking back to Dubois. Then, they both unceremoniously snap back to the person. Elina's eyebrows shoot up at the sight at Harley  wielding the javelin, wearing a torn red poofy dress with her rather classic smeared makeup. "I—you. We're here to save you." Rick says, a little dumbfounded at the sight of her.

"You were gonna...save me?"

Rick and Elina nod. "It was a really good plan, too." Rick informs.

"Well, I can go back inside and you guys can still do it." Harley says, a little teary.

Dubois jumps down. "That's patronizing."

Harley runs forward and latches onto Rick in a tight hug, on her tiptoes. Elina smiles widely at Rick's solemn expression, before he looks a little unsure and awkward. Rick's arms are at his sides before he readjusts and rubs her back, a gun in the same hand, funnily enough. "What's with the javelin?" Dubois questions.

"I'm waitin' for God to tell me."

Elina chuckles, tucking the knife back into her belt. "Jesus Christ." Dubois scoffs. "Yeah. Or him. Or any of them, really." Harley admits.

Rick pries Harley off of him before Harley goes to Elina, wrapping her in a hug. Elina returns it without hesitation, face pressed into Harley's forehead. "You guys alright?" Dubois asks. Harley let's go and offers a hand to him. "I'm so sorry." She said, shaking his hand.

"That's alright."

"Harley Quinn."

"Bloodsport."

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 "Alright, who ate all the fucking empanadas?" Rick asks from beside Elina, eating the rest of his own, throwing the bag to the ground. Elina looks around, watching as everyone at their own. No one owned up to it—Dubois shook his head. "Mine were very good. I had the chicken." Elina nodded in agreement. "The chicken were really good." Harley pointed a finger, humming and nodded, one cheek packed full as she ate, causing Elina to chuckle. Rick stood, walking towards Thinker. "Alright, here's the deal. We fail the mission, you die. We find out any information you give us is false, you die." Dubois told Thinker. Harley stands, beginning to circle Thinker.

"We find out you have personalized liscene plates, you die!"

Rick looks to her. "What? No."

"If you mismatch blacks, you die!"

"No." Says Rick.

"If you cough without covering your mouth—"

Rick steps in again. "Harley—those last three aren't things. Altough, probably don't need to say this but...that isn't an open invitation to cough without covering your mouth." Rick informs, starting his plan again. Dubois steps up. "Alright, we're gonna need you to drive the minibus, with all of us inside, past the guards at the front gate." He orders. Rick speaks. "Once through the gate, we'll use you to get through the retinal scanner." Rick explains, standing inches from Thinker's face.

"There are security cameras everywhere."

Cleo speaks up. "They're being dealt with."

"We'll neutralize the soldiers there and enter." Rick says, pacing back and forth.

"Once inside, we seperate into teams."

"I am walking back and forth!" Harley yells.

Elina laughs heartily, pushing herself up to stand next to Rick. "Okay. You're gonna lead me, Ratcatcher 2 and Punisher to Project Starfish." Rick orders to Thinker, who scoffs.

"I'm goin' with you 'cause I don't trust this guy." Christopher says, shaking his head.

Bloodsport shakes his head. "No, no, no, you're coming with me. Our munitions expertise are needed to place the explosives, starting at the first floor, going all the way to the top. Once we're clear, we blow the tits off that thing, and go home." Dubois explains, pointing over to the Jotunheim tower just ways away from the building they're stood atop of.

"This is suicide." Thinker states.

Rick shrugs. "Yeah, well, that's kind of our thing." He replies, smirking.

Abner steps forward, empanada in hand. "Yeah." He says defensively.

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 "I love this song." Elina breathes as soon as Thinker drives the bus through the gates of Jotunheim. They were successful—so, why not comment about what played from the radio? "Oh—I've heard this song! What is it called?" Cleo asks, laying on the floor across from Elina. Elina cranes her neck slightly. "Hey by The Pixies. It used to be on my mixtape." Elina says, still a little breathless. Rick scoffs from the floor by the seat behind her. "You had one of those?" He asks. Elina hums a response, the song being soon drowned out by pattering rain. It was beginning to pour—hard. Raining cats and dogs type of rain. Thunder soon came along with it, crashing and banging from the skies above them. Once the bus stopped, they all stood, grabbing their gear. Milton, their beloved bus driver, grabbed a rifle and cocked it. Rick saw and took it, almost as if Milton was a young child. "Yeah, no." He said.

"I love the rain. It's like little angels are splooging all over us." Harley awes, holding a hand out the door. Elina furrows her brow. "What a good way to explain it, Harls." Elina says, patting her friends back softly. "Good for cover." Dubois says, stepping out of bus. "Yep, that too." Harley joyously agrees, following. Elina followed behind Harley and Rick, soon walking inbetween them as they marched through heavy rain—so heavy it completely obscured ten feet in front of them. They were walking in what felt like an abyss of light blue and white, rain completely soaking their clothes and gear. Elina accepted the cold shower happily, smiling to Harley and then to Rick. She was sure if it wasn't for the cold rain, her face would be a mess of pinks and reds just from the smile he gave alone. Had she known this would happen on her mission, Elina would have been a lot more compliant to Waller the day she marched into her cell.

Rick held his rifle on his shoulder, but with his free hand reached down and gave a squeeze to Elina's hand. "Let's kick some ass, guys." He said aloud before pulling his rifle down. "Yeah!" Harley yelled, sounding extremely and characteristically enthusiastic. Rick looks to Elina one more time. "Whatever you say goes, right?" Elina asked with a large smile, holding up a few of her daggers between her fingers. "Maybe I should embrace my villain side." She says, jokingly.