The target had been airlifted out and was now at an undisclosed location. Amanda Waller breathed a sigh of relief as she re-watched the extraction footage. That was a close one. She didn't know what Wayne was aiming for, but he had been sniffing around for metahumans with a 'good' disposition. Luckily he had been unable to poach their newest member, but this meant she would have to keep an eye out to ensure that the others on her 'possible' list were not grabbed before she could make the offer.

But apart from the almost-mishap Waller was pleased. They had a new metahuman, from Sergeant Kowalski's reports Flag appears to be already influenced by the target, and she might be beginning to understand Bruce Wayne's position in all this.

The interrogation would begin soon, and if the creature in Doctor June Moone didn't cooperate … Well. Waller glanced down at the innocuous briefcase sitting on her desk. She had come prepared.

…

They were worried. June-Enchantress had woken up in what June's memories recognized as some kind of interrogation room. No longer wearing the clothing the hospital had provided them, they now wore an off-gray tracksuit, and although it was nearly identical to the hospital garb (which had been an off-blue papery pants and t-shirt with the hospital's insignia on the lapel) it unsettled them because it meant that they had been stripped down and changed by unknown persons while unconscious. The walls of the room were all giant mirrors, which they assumed were all one-way mirrors, which also allowed June-Enchantress to truly look at themself for the first time in weeks. In the hospital they had avoided mirrors, ignoring reflective surfaces, but now they really had a chance to look at themself. The most glaringly obvious thing about them was that they were female. This shouldn't have been a shock, as both June Moone and the Enchantress had taken female form, but something about being so obviously female didn't sit well with them. This thought of being 'her' itched against their brain, against their very sense of self, it made them want to rip away at the face they saw until those pretty eyes and lips were gone.

Breathing deeply June-Enchantress centered themself. Another hitched breath was drawn in. How were they supposed to deal with this? Once-June had always been female and had been proud of it, once-Enchantress had loved the female form - partly because it scared people more to have a being of incredible power in a young cute girl-child, and now June-Enchantress couldn't stand the thought. June-Enchantress banished the thoughts from their mind, this wasn't something to worry about now. Glancing again at the mirror June-Enchantress looked at themself, their hair was much shorter than it had ever been when they were June or Enchantress, perhaps one of the nurses cut it? And their eyes … well they actually looked pretty much identical to June Moone, in fact the only real change was the hair. Perhaps this was because the Enchantress had no real physical body? She was a demon who gained physical form in this realm by body-hopping from one human to the other. And it wasn't like her demonic form could even be expressed on earth, from what June-Enchantress could remember the colour of once-Enchantress's toenails weren't even on this dimension's colour spectrum.

(Delaying worry over one's identity is never a good idea, but since when did magic users have good ideas? Once-Enchantress and her brother came to this dimension because they weren't being given enough 'respect' in their home dimension, who actually thinks that it is better to leave behind your family and friends to go become a god is a good idea? Magic users, that's who.)

The worry over what was going to happen to them encompassed them. Who had them? They remembered waking up briefly before arriving here, the people around them all wore some kind of camo gear, had they been taken by the government? And which government? They peripherally knew about the new organizations against metahumans (the protestors, the assault and attackers, and the occasional religious organizations who claimed they were demons brought down to start the apocalypse), but did they qualify as a metahuman? And if they did how did they - whoever this organization is - know?

June-Enchantress was left to stew over these thoughts for what felt like hours. And then the stillness was broken and the door opened.

The man that entered was of the dweeby-kind, with a receding hairline and cautious eyes covered by boring glasses. He was probably the kind of man once-June would have been friends with - or fought for a grant - and once-Enchantress would have sacrificed to show her love for her minions. Suffice to say he was not who they had been expecting to see.

They watched as he shuffled in, carrying a smart silver briefcase and sat opposite them, placing the briefcase on the table he began to fumble with the lock. They watched with interest as he mistyped the password and sweat began to gather on his upper lip. Finally he had the briefcase open, and spun it around to face them and …

There. That was who they were expecting to see.

The woman on the screen of the tablet that was held in the briefcase was smartly dressed, with a very serious demeanor, behind her appeared to be some kind of control room, with a large set of screens and what once-Enchantress recognized as minions scurrying to-and-fro. She reeked malevolence and her stern expression looked like something that wouldn't be out of place in a boardroom, or behind the Prime Minister.

And then she spoke, "My name is Amanda Waller, I run a secret division within the United States' government" at least they now knew who took them, "which was created to combat and protect the United States against forced beyond our comprehension and control." She paused, and looked at June, clearly expecting an answer.

"Good for you?" Woooooooow why did I say that. The man who brought the briefcase in clearly thought the same as them if his eyebrows were a good indicator.

Amanda Waller's lip curled in what was obviously not good humor, "Yes, it is very good for us. But not for you. On the thirteenth of July at thirteen hundred hours you stumbled back into the base camp which you had left five days ago. You had a broken leg and were covered with blood and bruises and you were then summarily airlifted out of there to the nearest hospital." Here she paused and flashed a remote at the camera recording her and a new window opened on the tabled showing them a slideshow of once-June's clothes and equipment, "Your base-mates assumed you had run out of supplies and become lost in the jungle, however your possessions tell a very different story." The bloody tshirt, the ripped pants, once-June's camera (and they winced at the thought of the footage there), and … was that once-Enchantress's binding garment (once-June's thoughts reflected on the inaccuracy of that, ancient cultures had nothing like the bikinis of today).

The images disappeared to be replaced by a blurry, muted video of the tomb, "So, we researched further, and opened up your camera," they watched as once-June was confronted by once-Enchantress. Once the clip had ended Amanda Waller's face took over the screen, "I am going to state this plainly, we know you are not the twenty-three year old Doctor June Moone. We found your tomb and your heart. You will tell us who you are and what your allegiances are."

Heart?

They found the Enchantress' heart?

…

Note: Sorry for the long chapter!

And the cliffhanger

Last Chap: 3am 16/08/2015

This chap: like lunch time 16/08/2015