As Task Force X's glorified babysitter, you were used to the eccentricities of the team. And after a while, you grew to even like them, and had the sentiment and wavering respect of the convicts. One in particular seems to attach himself to your side, always hanging around you in the office, trying to impress you on missions.

But apparently, today was your lucky day. The overbearing, energetic, loud Australian was nowhere to be seen. Probably in a meeting with his parole officer. You managed to get some work done, before heading out for lunch.

Not that your luck ever lasted long. On the way back from the cafe, coffee in hand, you realized you were being followed. Not by Harkness, no. By some random man, who kept calling out lewd comments, getting increasingly more crass. He grabbed your shoulder, yanking you around, snarling and spitting in your face, when your guard dog finally arrived.

"Oi! Get yer hands off my Sheila!" Boomerang shouted, decking the man in the face.