Wade didn't known who 'Deadshot' was but if he had suggested those guns to Slade he most be an interesting character -- like many he'd admit.<br/><br/>"Wish I got that kind of service. All I got's a sorta personal taxi driver who accepts perfect payment options." Wade snickered.<br/><br/>Strolling to the bright yellow car Wade opened one of the doors and slid into the seat. He dropped his bag on the seat beside him.<br/><br/>"Hey, how're you?" He tried to strike up a conversation with the driver as he waited for Slade but all he got was a glare through the mirror and a flick of the cigarette the driver was smoking.<br/><br/>"F**k you too." Wade muttered and slumped into the seat. "Slade come on! I'm getting old waiting on you!" He shouted out the open door.<br/><br/>When the man finally got in, Wade noticed a difference in the driver.<br/><br/>"Oh, now you care." He said before fake-coughing into his fist. "A**hole."<br/><br/>As Slade told the driver where to go, Wade crossed his arms and leaned back into the dingy 'leather' seats. Listening to the man beside him as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Geez, treat me like a five year old much. Next you'll be wanting me to call you daddy and sending me to bed early."