#devils angel

Two hours later, Rick had his team picked. The next hour was spent overseeing their release, making sure they made it through the overbearing process. The next hour, his patience was wearing thin. The asset Waller was sending had yet to arrive, and the team was bickering back and forth, forcing him to wait outside the plane, though he could still hear them. Looking down at his watch, he huffed, shaking his head. They should’ve taken off fifteen minutes ago. Looking the tarmac over one more time he took a deep breath, turning and walking back into the plane. He glanced at the team, clenching his jaw.

“Strap in.”

He turned towards the cockpit, banging his fist against the door. He counted to ten, the copilot opening the door, looking up at him.

“We’re ready to go.”

The captain turned, glancing at Rick.

“Take off in ten Colonel.”

Rick nodded, turning as the copilot shut the door. He rolled his eyes as he tightened his grip on his gun, looking the team over.

“Strap in, now!”

They mumbled and groaned as they strapped in, shooting looks at Rick as he sat down.

Rick groaned as he came to, blearily looking around. He was alone in the room, suspended in the air by a chain. His arms were sore, blood dripping down his face. He tried to pull himself free, the chain creaking. He looked up when the door opened, watching as four men walked into the room, moving to stand along the walls as a man walked in.

“Colonel Richard Flag Jr.”

Rick huffed, glaring.

“And you are?”

“Alexander Banning.”

“Our target.”

“Dead man walking.”

Alexander made a face as he turned, gasping. Rick watched as he fell to the floor, blood pouring from his neck. The guards in the room opened fire, emptying their clips. They didn’t even have time to reload before they dropped to the floor, dead. Rick groaned as he tried to free himself, pulling himself up to the bar when he heard someone huff. He stopped, his eyes widening when they landed on her. Her head was tilted to the side, a set of keys dangling in her hand.

“Want some help?”

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A week later and Rick was finally able to leave medical. He couldn’t go to a regular hospital cause what was he supposed to say? Hey I was on a top secret mission, got kidnapped and tortured? That’d go over well. He couldn’t remember much after the chains were removed from his wrists, the plane ride back to the states a blur. He couldn’t even remember how he managed to get out of the building, other than one minute he was suspended by chains and the next he was limping down a hall. He swears he saw her but that doesn’t make sense because he hadn’t seen her in six months, and she wasn’t on the mission with him. Waller had called him into her office the day of his release, and as he walked down the hall that led to her office, he could picture her. She’d be standing in the doorway, grinning. Another, she’d be leaning against the wall, one of her legs lifted, pressed into the wall. As he walked further down the hall to where she was seated on that day, he could see her sitting there, grinning up at him. He shook his head, running a hand down his face as he stopped in front of Waller’s door, knocking. He took a deep breath as he walked in, Waller glancing at him.

“Well?”

Rick said nothing, slightly making a face as Waller looked back at her computer.

“What happened on the mission.”

Rick huffed slightly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It went to shit. Like it usually does.”

Waller stopped typing, looking over at Rick, causing him to shrug.

“It did. It started when your guy didn’t show up. I waited for them and they never showed up.”

Waller grinned, leaning back in her chair.

“Didn’t she?”

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Didn’t she?

It repeated in Rick’s head the entire time he was in Waller’s office. From the time she dismissed him to the time it took him to get back to his apartment, it was all he could hear.

Didn’t she?

It was all he could think about. Even as he went through his usual routine after missions, it was all he could think about. What exactly did Waller mean when she said it? It’s not like he could just ask her out right. She’d never given him a direct answer before, so why would she now?

Didn’t she?

Rick couldn’t even begin to figure out who she could’ve been talking about. He didn’t know who Waller had on her payroll, especially someone who didn’t have a bomb in their neck. Which, could mean one of two things. That Waller had no leverage over this person, which didn’t make sense because Waller knows everyone’s secrets and has more than enough means to use it against them. The other being that this person has volunteered to work for Waller, knows who she is and still decides that yes, I’ll work for this lunatic. But that still didn’t make much sense because how messed up in the head do you have to be to work with Amanda Waller?

Didn’t she?

It was becoming redundant, how much time he was spending thinking about three little words. Even when he was trying to sleep it would somehow work it’s way into his mindless dreams. It was all he could think about for the two weeks he had for medical leave.

Didn’t she?

The last day of his leave he was done. No one stopped him as he walked through the prison, making his way down the hall to Waller’s office.

Didn’t she?

He didn’t bother knocking this time, Waller already looking up at him like she was expecting him.

“Who is she?”

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Devils Angel:

"Who is she?"

“No one to concern yourself with. You’ll never meet her.”

Rick made a face, shaking his head.

“You sent her on the mission. We would’ve met then.”

Waller nodded slightly, eyeing Rick.

“Funny how things work, isn’t it? She was there, but you never met her.”

Rick had left before anything more could be said, mainly before he would do something he’d later regret. He knew that Waller wouldn’t give him the answers he wanted, and even still, he had a small slimmer of hope that just this once, he’d get the answers he desired. Seeing as he was no longer on medical leave, Waller wasted no time sending him back on missions one after the other. It was two weeks later, when he was leaving the prison after his debrief, sitting in his car when he’d had a heart attack. There, sitting in his back seat dressed in black, was her. The woman who’d saved him, the woman who was the mystery he wished to solve. The cold metal of the knife she held to his neck stung as she slightly applied pressure, pricking the skin of his neck. The sound of a gun clicking rang throughout the quietness of the car, causing him to tense even more.

“Drive.”

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“You need to stop.”

“I have questions. I deserve answers.”

She clenched her jaw, meeting Rick’s eyes in the rearview mirror, glaring.

“You deserve nothing. Your questions don’t just affect you. You need to stop.”

“You can answer my questions now. There’s no one around. I’m sure no one knows that you’re here, and there’s no way that anyone can listen in.”

She pressed the knife into his neck, drawing blood as she leaned forward.

“Stop looking into me. Stop asking about me. Just stop.”

Rick went to say something when the pressure at his neck was gone. He turned in his seat, huffing. The back seat was empty, and when he got out of his car, checking the parking lot, there was no sign that anyone was out there save for him. He got back into his car, hitting his hands against the steering wheel.

“Shit!”

Three Weeks Later:

Another day, with another debriefing for another mission. At this point, it was anyone’s guess how Rick had managed to get any sleep between the missions Waller was throwing at him. Currently, Waller was droning on about their next mission, Rick having already been debriefed when he had returned to Belle Reve that morning. He was mainly there for show, a show of control Waller had over everyone, including those not implanted with a bomb in their heads.

“For this mission, you’ll have someone new joining you. Don’t even think of messing with them, they’ll kill you without blinking.”

Rick sat up a little taller, making a face. Waller hadn’t mentioned anything about anyone joining the team for the mission, causing Rick to clench his jaw as Waller lifted her radio.

“Bring them in.”

The door opened, a group of armed men walking in, causing Rick to completely sit up in his seat. The guards moved from their formation, Rick’s eyes widening when he saw the figure they surrounded.

“Meet Reaper. She’ll be joining you for this mission.”

The prisoners assigned to the mission started to whistle, a few catcalling. Rick shook his head, blinking. She was still there, her gaze unmoving from Waller. Rick looked her over, his eyes widening. A metal bar covered her forehead, keeping her from moving from the table, another wider bar laid across her middle. Her wrists were shackled together, a chain attached to the middle, leading down to her ankles where her ankles were shackled. She wore a metal muzzle, covering the bottom half of her face. Even at the slanted angle she laid in, she never once took her eyes off of Waller, but Rick still recognized her.

“Flag.”

Rick jerked, turning his head towards Waller. She lifted her hand, the metal glinting in the light. Rick stood up, walking towards her.

“This unlocks her cage. Place it here and turn it twice to unlock it.”

Waller showed Rick how to unlock the muzzle, Rick hiding his surprise when he saw the muzzle surrounded her neck as well.

“This key unlocks the bars and this key is for the cuffs.”

Waller cut a glance at Rick, nodding slightly.

“Those stay on at all times.”

Rick nodded, taking the set of keys from Waller as she turned, addressing the prisoners.

“You have ten minutes to get your gear.”

Rick looked down at the keys as Waller walked out of the room, the guards coming in to take the prisoners to get their gear. He looked up, slightly making a face when he saw the guards that brought the Shadow in were still there.

“You can leave.”

One of the guards shook their head, tightening their grip on their gun.

“Our orders are to stay with the Reaper until transport.”

Rick huffed, clenching his jaw.

“I’m giving you new orders. Leave.”

The guards shared a look with each other before they turned towards Rick, nodding.

“Yes sir.”

Slowly the guards left the room, Rick checking to make sure no one else was in there before he walked towards the Reaper. He unlocked her from the table, helping her stand. She watched him as he reached for the muzzle, unlocking it. He grabbed it, letting it fall to the floor before he unlocked her wrists.

“Thank you.”

Rick stopped, looking down at her. Her voice was hoarse, scratchier than it was that night in his car. He nodded, moving to kneel down in front of her, unlocking the shackles around her ankles, kicking the chains away as he stood. He watched as she rubbed her wrists, noticing the bruises that circled them from the cuffs.

“What happened?”

She looked up at him, shaking her head. Rick went to say something when his radio crackled to life, huffing slightly.

“Let’s go. The planes ready.”

She nodded, following Rick to the door. He opened it for her, making a face when she didn’t move. He walked through, hearing her follow behind him. He led the way down the hall, hearing her walking behind him. It wasn’t until they had made another turn that he noticed he couldn’t hear her anymore, causing him to turn around. She stopped, keeping her gaze on the floor. He watched her for a few seconds before he turned, continuing down the hall. He’d occasionally look over his shoulder, noticing how she was walking directly behind him. It continued that way until they made it to the hangar, Rick checking to make sure she was behind him. The prisoners were already on the plane, Rick turning and looking down at her.

“You got everything you need?”

She nodded, not bothering to look up at him, causing Rick to make a face before he nodded.

“Alright, go ahead and get strapped in. I have to talk to the pilots.”

She nodded, walking towards the plane. Rick watched her until he could no longer see her, huffing.

“What the hell.”

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