"Not 'til I have to report to France to work for Manchester Black's sis," Floyd replied, all too relieved. "Don't worry, Zo. We have enough cash to hold us over for the next few months."

Floyd would make sure of it; if he couldn't make this check see them through that time, he'd sell one of Deadshot's old suits and some of his arsenal if he'd have to. Vera would probably reconsider his contract if Deadshot went back to play too soon, and the kid didn't need that. The kid deserved some illusion of stability and Floyd was going to keep that up for her.

He tried to change the topic. "You wanna pick a cd?"