It'd been close. Too close, but as always, she'd survived. She always survived. Everything.
As Task Force X were rounded back up to be transported back to Belle Reve, Amanda Waller surveyed the destruction of Midway City. The streets were totalled; cars, bodies, and the almost beautiful, sharp, web-like creations the witch's brother had created were strewn everywhere. In the distance she could see shuffling bodies, their heads oversized. It seemed that Enchantress' destruction hadn't dealt with that problem.
And then a thought popped into her head. Was it a problem? Or an opportunity?
As if on cue, her phone began to buzz in her pantsuit pocket and she took it out, answering the call.
"Waller." She spoke sharply.
"Ma'am, reporting on the clean up of the city. What do we do with the hostiles? They don't seem as aggressive as previously seen, but they still aren't exactly…friendly. What do we do with them?"
Amanda pondered this, tapping a usually clean fingernail that now had specks of grit underneath it on the plastic of the phone backing.
"Collect them." She finally said. "Take them to Warehouse 14."
"I respect that ma'am, I'm just concerned we might have some constitutional issues. We don't know if the people can still be retrieved. There'll be questions."
"I can deal with questions," She answered bluntly. "We take them to Warehouse 14 for observation. For the public's safety, for the victims' safety. Of course the government has the best resources if we are to help these…poor people."
"Of course, ma'am. I'll put the order out."
"Good. Contact me if there are any developments."
"I will ma'am."
And she ended the call. There was work to do, people to call. A soldier offered his hand to help her into the aircraft and she used it to pull herself in before dropping it and wiping her hand on her pants.
The squad was irritated and noisy and Flagg was struggling to keep them in line at the other side of the aircraft. She buckled herself in and after a few minutes she began to feel the chopper lift from the ground. She felt something in her chest clench and she ignored the feeling. She didn't have time to deal with a useless fear from the last aircraft she'd been in being ripped out of the sky.
She was distracted by her train of thought on the matter by more buzzing and she pulled her phone out again.
"What is it?" She asked impatiently.
"Ma'am, there's been a sighting!" The voice on the other end said, and she could get the impression they were distracted by something.
"A sighting of what?" She pushed, annoyed they weren't just spitting it out.
"One of Task Force X. The fire guy – he's at Ground Zero! Do we apprehend him?"
Santana? Wasn't he dead? Glancing to make sure none of the squad could hear her, she hissed into the phone.
"No! You're not prepared to take him in alive, and I'm out of range to be able to threaten him with his nanite explosive. He'll kill you all easily, or you'll kill him. And I don't want him dead, you hear that? Follow him, find out where he goes and report back. We'll keep an eye on him until we are prepared to retrieve him. We can't do this now."
"Yes ma'am."
And the call was over. Everything was working out perfectly. An asset she'd thought lost was still alive, and the Enchantress' puppets would be in her hands.
Everything was working out exactly as it should. It always did.
Hi everyone! I've started a new Suicide fic because I really just need more, goddammit!
If you're someone wanting word on my other Hobbit fanfic, Two's Company, it's officially on hiatus, as I've lost steam on it, and generally, it's much better to be writing when you're actually excited to write about it.
I've done the first chapter of this as well, so read that and let me know what you think. Thank you!