Chapter Two
Shayera burst into Waller's office and threw the files she received the night before on her desk. "What the hell is this?" She yelled. From her cave, they left immediately to go to the top secret A.R.G.U.S. headquarters were in the middle of a Louisiana swamp. It was called Belle Reve Penitentiary. Task Force X stayed in a separate building. Shayera hated the swamp; the close, low-lying trees made it extremely hard to fly. Also, mosquitos tended to flock towards her. Flash once jokingly told her that hawk blood must be sweeter than human's. She punched him in the arm for that.
Waller didn't look up from the papers she was reading. "I believe those are the details on your mission. Why?" She continued to read, her glasses reflecting whatever it was back to Shayera. If she was in a better mood, she would have attempted to read it off of her reflection. But she wanted to focus on the issue at hand.
"Are you serious?" Shayera said, frustrated. Waller knew exactly what she was talking about. Shayera was sick of her games. "You didn't mention that my team members are criminals!" She yelled. And what a group of criminals. Shayera had fought many of them or heard stories; they were a bad bunch. And now Shayera was one of them. Fantastic.
"You betrayed the entire planet," said Waller in a bored tone. "Don't act like you're so innocent." She still was reading. Shayera was growing more frustrated, especially after that dig. That was a low blow, but all Waller only hit below the belt. Shayera still felt terrible about her betrayal. And to correct Waller, she betrayed both Thanagar and Earth.
"I saved Earth in the end. I've fought some of them before! They'll try to kill me!" She said, slamming her fist on the desk. Waller's coffee mug spilled all over her papers. She rushed to grab them, shaking them off and muttering curses under her breath. She threw them on a side table, glaring at Shayera.
Waller sighed. Shayera swore that she saw a vain twitch on the side of her head. She said, "That won't be a problem. Did you finish reading the file?"
Shayera plopped into a chair. "I stopped once I saw Harley Quinn." Shayera had fought Harley Quinn before and knew that she was an absolute lunatic who was obsessed with the Joker. Batman told her once that before she was insane, she was a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. Shayera found that hard to believe; Quinn needed psychiatric help herself.
"If you bothered to read it, then you would have noticed that they have micro-chips implanted in their brains. You press a button and- BOOM. Their brains will paint the walls. Here-" She threw a watch that Shayera caught. It was a simple design; matte black with a silver face. "Press the blue button." The top screen flipped up and were four lit up buttons. One red, one yellow, one blue, and one black. "There's your kill switch. Quinn is red, Deathstroke is yellow, Boomerang is blue, and Deadshot is black."
There was a silence for a minute. FInally, Shayera asked, "What are they like? I want your opinion on them."
Waller looked back down at her papers, drying them off with paper towels she had just taken out of a desk drawer a moment ago.
"Deathstroke," she started. "Or Slade Wilson. He is a brilliant tactician but shows absolutely no mercy. You'll have to watch out for him and Deadshot. They tend to argue a lot, which often leads to fighting. He'll question your orders. He hates not having the upper hand. Deadshot, commonly known as Floyd Lawton. He'll always follow your orders as long as he gets his reward. You'll have to watch him; he no regard for his life. Harley Quinn, formerly known as Dr. Harleen Quinzel. As you know, she's clinically insane. She will do absolutely anything for the Joker. She used to be his psychiatrist back at Arkham Asylum." Shayera hid a laugh by disguising it as a cough. "Lastly, and definitely least, Captain Boomerang: George "Digger" Harkness. One of Flash's enemies. He's an arrogant, selfish, racist, sexist- you get the point. He is probably the weakest member of the team."
"Small group," said Shayera. She didn't have a problem with that. She had worked with smaller groups before and often by herself. Espionage units had to be small; large ones attracted too much attention. "Do they know about me yet?"
"Most of them are dead," said Waller. Shayera did not like the sound of that. "And I thought we'd surprise them." She had a strange glint in her eye, almost like she was excited. Shayera tensed. She did not like where this was going.