"You have two options until your cell is ready."
This Director was nicer then her Earth's. Laurel wondered what happened to the Amanda Waller of this Earth, as she had always seemed three steps ahead and ready with a counter offer. She had made a deal with Zoom. She was smart. This one though knew her counterpart she could she it in her eyes. The pity, the disappointment when she didn't react like their Laurel would.
"What promise I won't hurt anybody and I'm free to go? Please tell me it's not the Suicide Squad. Do you have them here? What did Amanda call them Task Force X?" She was tough this wannabe director the only response she got was from Amanda's name. Laurel knew she probable had given too much away but she needed an in a loose thread to pull on and unravel her.
"No." Laurel smiled at the slight tremor in a previously unshakable voice. "You can go back to the pipeline or you can go to a normal cell as long as you wear that collar."
Laurel lifted her cuffed hands to her throats running her fingers along the clunky black device. "How about I kill you right now where you can't filter in knockout gas. Think you can stop me?"
The guards came closer guns ready. Not that they were far to begin with in the small interrogation room. It's wall made with the same dampener as her past cells had been.
"I think that collar can. So you can go ahead and try." Director Michaels gestured for her to try.
No, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it was working. Laurel could feel it. It felt like something was missing, like she was suffocating. "I'll take your word for it. I mean you are the Director here aren't you? A pale imitation of Waller." No reaction this time. She'll find a looser thread or she'll tug harder next time.
