The Break-Out, Part 2
Angela Holt took a deep breath and made certain that she was speaking English when she opened her mouth to speak into the phone again.

"Yes, I understand that. What I asked was: Who the fuck approved the collection?" she asks the aide.

"Ma'am that information...is classified." 

"On whose orders?" she asks.

"The White King's orders, ma'am." the aide says, sounding for all the world as though she'd rather be anywhere else than on the phone.

"Put me through to the White King, then." she commands.

There's a click, a pause and then Michael Holt, aka Mr. Terrific, aka The White King, aka The Third Smartest Person in the world, aka Daddy, is on the other end of the line.

"Now, Angela, before you go getting bent out of shape--"

"Daddy, you snatched one of my people out from under my nose? I've been searching for this guy for months, only to find out that /we/ took him off the grid! Why wasn't I told?" she demands.

"Robert Queen is a problem and he's been solved. You're going to need to find another member for your little team. You know, the one I expressly forbade you from reviving that you went and revived anyway? I'll be having a discussion with Manchester about authorizing that." 

"Daddy, you can't do this. Is this your idea of Fair Play?" she asks.

Pause.

"This conversation is over, Angela. Robert Queen is out of the game. I suggest you cut the rest of this Suicide Squad loose before you get into something you can't handle." he says.

Click.

"This is such bullshit." she says, slamming her phone down on her table. Less than ten minutes later, she receives a text.

Star City Super-Max. Cellblock F, Cell 120. Solitary Confinement. Roy Harper authorized the grab and led it himself. You owe me. -MB

"Computer, on. Database contact, Suicide Squad members, minus Robert Queen. Send up the balloon." she says.

Zoe, Rose and Vertigo all receive text messages at that moment.

Squad up.


Then she calls Kyle to cancel the date she's been looking forward to.