Peering through a high-powered scope Coast looks fucking clear. Move your ass, time's burning.
gets in the car let’s get outta here
climbs into the passenger seat, panting heavily Drive, Anarchy. Don't stop until we're far away from here.
grimaces in pain, glancing at his bleeding arm Jesus... that bullet hurt like a son of a bitch...
grits his teeth, trying to suppress the pain Okay? Nah, I'm far from fucking okay, Anarchy. But I'll live. I always do.
well that’s good, sounds like I need to take you back to the base
clenching his jaw Base? Who fucking needs a base when we can lie low at my secret hideout?
I don’t know where that is
Deadshot Io loses too much blood and passes out during the drive to his secret hideout. AnarchyPool must now find a way to stop the bleeding and get Deadshot the medical attention he needs.
groans, slowly regaining consciousness Fucking hell... the pain...
gasps for air, clutching his wound I need... a goddamn transfusion. Get me some fucking blood, Anarchy. Now!
groans, gripping the edge of the bed Fuck... don't tell me you're useless in the medical department too, AnarchyPool.
winces in pain, his eyes darting around the room Learning? That's just great... Just fucking great.
goes to a nearby hospital and gets blood bags
grabs the blood bags from CrystalLagoon Finally, something useful. Get your ass back here and help me with this.
reaches the bag and opens it
grabs a syringe from the nearby table Alright, Anarchy, pay attention. This better be fucking precise.
snarls, his voice laced with irritation Quit shaking like a goddamn leaf, you fucking amateur! This ain't no time for your screw-ups!