"Security... security..."
Greed held the walkie-talkie and said weakly, "Twenty... twenty... one..."
The communication channel fell silent for a moment. Greed knew that was bad. He had been calling Deathstroke, but this was Deathstroke's first time doing this job too, so he probably was not that familiar with it either. So he said again, "The room from before... the one where the pulley system broke..."
The reason he was using the walkie-talkie instead of the team channel was because Agent was in the team channel too. That damned real mole—if he knew where Greed was, he would come rushing over without stopping to silence him. Battleworld's communication channel was no good either, because Greed had never added Main Universe Deathstroke as a friend. The two of them had not known each other before, so he could only use the walkie-talkie to call for help.
Static crackled through the communication channel. Then a slightly muffled voice said, "That room, right? I'll be there right away."
Greed instantly broke out in a cold sweat. That was not Deathstroke's voice!
There were two possibilities now. Either Deathstroke had been taken down by someone, and that someone could be Agent or Bruce; the other party was clearly speaking with his mouth covered, so the voice was hard to make out. Or Deathstroke, being unfamiliar with the job on his first try, had tossed the walkie-talkie somewhere at random, and one of those two had picked it up.
Greed glanced again at the wall that had already been pried open by a small crack. He gritted his teeth, braced himself against the wall, stood up, and slowly shuffled deeper into the passage.
Just as Harley had guessed, to save trouble, the structure outside the rooms was very simple. The maintenance room for every room was