To say this man wasn't freaking him out a little with how much he knew would be a lie. Turning fully to face Odds, Diablo listened to what he had to say with a masked expression. This man seemed to know a lot, making him wonder what else was hidden from him. As he pondered this, and took note of the fireproof clothing, Diablo wanted to ask Odds more questions, maybe get something useful from him. But before he could, the man was already off talking to someone else. Crossing his arms and watching Odds from his seat, Diablo felt his phone going off. Digging it out, he glanced at the screen and hit accept.<br/><br/>Without even a second to say anything, Diablo was bombarded with a string of dialogue from Fear. He scowled at the term 'pal'. He barely knew this guy, and the only reason he had been with him was because of Waller. He wondered momentarily how Fear had gotten his number but figured Waller had listed everyone on the Squad with everyone's numbers. Listening to the rest of what Fear had to say, close to hanging up if he didn't say something of use. Diablo would admit that he was a little lost trying to follow this guy, but he did catch the end.<br/><br/>"Do you know where the Iceberg Lounge is? A few of us are meeting up here to go over what we've found." As he said this, Deadshot walked in and placed his file one the table, Killer Croc adding his as well. Ending the call and hoping Fear would get here without any incidents, Diablo listened to what was being said.<br/><br/>"So we've done all this just to have to start again with new locations?" He said to Deadshot, picking up the file and flipping through it. "Croc, did you get anything? The nightclub was a bust, no sign of him." Setting the file down, Diablo sat back with his arms crossed and looked to the others, noticing the new people with Deadshot.<br/><br/>"Who are they?" He asked, gesturing to them with one hand. It wasn't like Deadshot to have a crew with him, or to pick up random people from the street either.<br/><br/>♦♦♦♦♦<br/><br/>The man idly played with whatever was on the table as he listened to the leader.<br/><br/>"So know that we're here," The man paused and pulled a drink from seemingly nowhere. "What's the plan?"<br/><br/>The one woman at the table leaned her chair back on two legs.<br/><br/>"You said you had intel. How much? I don't want to go into this not knowing what to expect." She said, setting her chair back down and resting her gloved hands on the table.