Headed Toward the Airfield
Slade watches each person in the cargo truck, with the exception of the guy up front with mild curiosity. They seem like a motley crew to for a Squad, but they've all got talent.
He knows because he trained half of this little band himself.
"All right, let's get the cards on the table, people. We've got a hostage. I'm sure whatever plan you had didn't account for hostages. If you want my vote on the matter, I say we put a bullet in the back of her head and leave her for the cops.
She's already seen all of us; letting her walk away is just asking for trouble, since a couple of people here don't seem to think masks are an option." Deathstroke says, looking at Zoe.
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