Lawton made his way to the cafeteria to meet with his contacts. As he reached the double doors, a spatter of blood hit the small windows on the door. “That can't be good.
” Lawton said rushing in.
A line of prisoners was near the door, and the Ventriloquist lay dead at his feet. “Ah, come to join the firing line?” A voice said from the shadows.
“Show yourself and stop playing games Tetch.” The voice laughed. “You think I'm that ugly little weasel?” An arm reached out from the shadows holding the Hatters severed head.
Suddenly bullets shot out killing the prisoners against the wall. A man in heavy bulletproof gear stepped out of the shadows. He dropped the head and took out two katanas.
“Deathstroke.” Deathstroke cracked his neck. “I've been waiting for an excuse to kill you for a long time Lawton.” Floyd cocked his gun. “Well guess you're stuck waiting Wilson.”
“Harley, do me a favor and get down here. I think our first contact is dead. And I could use you.” Lawton said into the earpiece.
“You need backup? How pathetic.” Slade said. “Just to carry your body to feed Croc when I'm finished.” Deadshot said.
“We draw on three.”