Squad v Joker
@octaviabelikova @luckylarkin
Rick sat near the rear of the vehicle, glancing over at the group of twelve riding along with him; including the driver. Octavia was at his side and the Colonel couldn’t help but wander a slightly scrutinizing eye over the woman for the hundredth time. She looked like Harley--the spitting image, used the Clown Queens own pieces of clothing too. The disguise could fool anyone, yet Flag still held some doubt she could pass under Joker’s nose; this wasn’t just about looks it was about character. Could a hacker like Belikova play the part? She was literally their one shot at success. The whole operation road on this.
The Colonel turned his gaze away, and across, toward Dom in order to avoid picking the criminal apart further. His knit picking wouldn’t help matters and women had a better eye for such tasks anyway. “We’re going to stop half a mile out. The other three vehicles will arrive five minutes after you get inside, Belikova. ... But our team are the first responders. Be sure your mic and receiver are tucked away safe. We’ll be listening to what comes through and we’ll have a drone hovering the perimeter as well.” Rick gestured toward the screen attached to his outer right arm, suggesting the video feed would appear there.