It was a particularly balmy evening in the Midway region but other than that, it was shaping up to be a night just like any other this summer season.

Rick had finished yet another aggravating meeting with Amanda Waller, in which she had insinuated that he was becoming sidetracked by his feelings for June. Of course, she would see it that way. June and every other (human or meta) being Waller worked and dealt with were mere means to an end.

Still, he had to put June's feelings first. She was possibly even more of a pawn in all of this than he was, coveted by Waller for the demonic presence she held within. Or more accurately, the presence that held her.

Rick couldn't deny it. The idea that this brilliant young woman had another side to her – this dark side – was undeniably intriguing. After all, he had known them both from the start. With the archaeologist, came the dark entity that inhabited her being. Although he'd only seen the ancient Amerindian spirit - the Enchantress – materialize on several occasions, each was a spectacle he'd never forget. The way she moved…it was straight out of an exorcism movie and yet it was beautiful. Of course, it didn't help that her breasts were on display for all to see.

No. Maybe Rick wasn't the type to see something as 'beautiful'. But it was hypnotizing for sure. Perhaps the most bizarre part of all this was that while she possessed June, this creature – this deity – looked like June. Rick always hated to acknowledge the next stop of his thought train, but there was no denying it. The incredibly long, black locks and tribal outfit of the witch suited June's face and body in a very enticing manner.

Over all though, the way she moved was feral in a way that Rick couldn't get enough of. He started to feel really guilty once he caught himself wishing his normal, human June could move more like that…

All thoughts tonight were on getting June home. Or back to their hotel room, as it may be. They were both exhausted – June after putting on yet another show for Waller, only to have the older woman bombard the witch with questions.

Subjects of worship, age, testing how well the former deity was learning English, asking if she would please consider covering her chest in the presence of this world's contemporary 'leaders', etc. Amanda had reasoned that during the time and culture for which Enchantress was relevant, women did not prioritize covering the bosom.

Rick could see how much the Enchantress despised such interrogation with every fiber of her being. The way she glared at Waller could have melted steel. Yet today there was something different…today was the first time Rick had been present for their questioning, and would be the first time he heard her speak.

Upon glancing briefly at Rick, the witch's gaze softened a bit, despite the characteristic inhumanly rapid motion of her head. Her inflamed eyes still ablaze, the soldier could have sworn he caught a hint of a smile in their depths. Ever so subtly, she began fingering one of her bracelets, taking her lower lip between her front teeth.

"I'm over here, girl." Stated Waller, firmly yet calmly.

If Rick listened carefully, he could hear the steady rhythm of the witch's breathing, but nothing more. She remained silent, peering daggers at Waller.

"You do know you're powerless, I hope," Waller continued, "your time here has passed. You're fortunate enough to walk again with the aid of a contemporary human, and as such, you will learn to live in our world. You do as we say. Is that understood?"

It only took a few moments for the Enchantress to speak for the first time. "We or you?"

Her voice was husky, Rick noted. Deeper than June's. Subtle accent.

"Don't make me take out the chest," Waller replied icily, "We are not your playthings. You are at the beckon call of this country now. You will serve along with everyone else for the security of this country, and there will be no games."

"Always this…business," the witch seemed to be searching for the word, the ashes floating lazily about her form, "No rest. I don't know if I like it."

That was when her gaze returned ever so fleetingly to Rick as she finished, "Let's do something fun."