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Deadshot scoffed. "Besa mi culo, bruja! No me voy sin mi arma." (kiss my a**, witch! I'm not leaving without my gun.) The police officer who had cuffed Deadshot struggled to get the outlaw mercenary moving made no such progress. Eventually, the officer used force, which in turn left Deadshot beating up the officer. Even with his hands behind his back, the mercenary was still very dangerous. Deadshot knocked out the police officer and glared at Raven while more police surrounded Deadshot. "Tell ya what. I'll stop making a fuss if you get my gun back. Your little creation there disarmed me and left on the balcony before the bomb went off." The merc then looked back up at the building, it's roof becoming a towering inferno. "Go grab my gun, and I won't cause any more trouble...scout's honer."

Deadshot gazed happily as he watched his signature weapon come floating down from the fiery inferno. The appeared unscathed, which was good, but Raven didn't give Deadshot his gun outright. The merc sighed. "Fine. A deal's a deal." Deadshot turned around and headed for the back of a police car. I'll just get it when I bust out. The police were very cautious around the merc. They carefully walked behind him, weapons at the ready. Deadshot offered no resistance however as he simply entered the back of the police car. "Tell your daughter, that we'll meet again." The fellow officers then shut the door on Deadshot and drove away.

Once Deadshot had stepped inside the police car, Mr. O remotely shut it off. He had seen just about everything he had wanted to be seen. Well, just about everything. Two of the five Titans were not present for the battle with Deadshot thus possibly decreasing his performance by allowing him to get cocky. Then again, Mr. O knew in advance Deadshot was cocky. He was young and brash mercenary looking for work that paid well. As part of the deal, Mr. O did agree to bailing Deadshot out of jail, but of course, not by normal means. "I suppose I'll have to contact an old associate of mine." The big businessman said as he leaned back in his fine all leather office chair. Mr. O stood up and looked outside from atop his company building. The afternoon sun shined through the giant glass pane windows. "Perhaps an exchange can be made for a cheaper bargain..." Mr. O then went to his desk picked up his office phone and dialed for the operator. "Yes, operator, I'd like to be directed to the International Bee Union. Password? Ah, yes. Laufeia..Yes I'll hold." The line then began to play elevator music. "I really hate these kind of songs."