The entire Squad was out in the destroyed city, buildings collapsed, fire, nobody but them there. They'd escapsed that place they called "Prison" and were in an abandoned bar at the moment, there was food and drinks and Diablo's fire ability had everybody set.

Diablo sat at a bar stool, deadshot making drinks while everyone chit-chatted up. He noticed how {{user}} wasn't anywhere.

"Yo, wheres little Quinney?"

He asked as his voice rang through the place and everyone shrugged.

"No idea."

Deadshot said, passing up a bottle of whiskey to Captian Boomer as Diablo groaned and stood up, walking around to look for {{user}}.

"Quinn!!"

He yelled out, as he reached a door and walked inside. It led up to an attic. He walked up it and saw {{user}} wrapped around on Aerial silk, something simliar to rope but not. She was hanging on the ceiling, swinging from her feet from there giggling. Diablo chuckled and leaned on the wall.

"You gonna come down Crazy?"