"I hit a wall, I thought I would hurt myself,"


Lena

A month later…

Lena sits on the edge of the hotel bed, thinking. What is Amanda Waller really up to? And why is she letting her and June walk 'free' instead allowing A.R.G.U.S. of locking them up.

Speaking of June, she was in the other room with Flag again. It was kind of weird how June and Col. Flag ended up together, despite the circumstances. After Lena's MRI scan incident, Waller decided to relocate her and June in downtown Midway City and had Flag assigned to watch over them.

And strangely enough, June and Rick got close and personal with each other.

There were a few times of Lena almost walking in on them, but somehow knew when they were being…sexual.

She thinks if Waller is aware that June and Rick's relationship cross those lines of professional to personal. It wouldn't surprise Lena if she did or even wanted for it to happen. For some strange reason, maybe falling for June was Waller's way to get Rick Flag to follow her orders. Based on living with him for the past month, Lena could tell that Col. Flag was the 'die-hard, all-American soldier who would follow a basic order in a heartbeat.

June was the quiet, slightly mousey librarian type. When she did see them together, her stomach would twist into knots and her heart feel like it's been stabbed with thousands of tiny knives. She didn't look at them with jealously.

She envies them.

Lena really can't stand to be in the same room as Rick. It wasn't because she hated him or anything like that. It was more twisted and fucked up than that.

Rick Flag reminds her of Floyd.


She never been in Washington, D.C. before. Hell, she never thought she would ever be inside the White House Situation Room or officially known as the John F. Kennedy Conference room. Run by the National Security Council staff for the use of the President of the United States and his advisors to monitor and deal with crises in the U.S.A and abroad.

The room was narrow but long. Its walls embedded with large flat screen monitors which provides secure video communications across the world. A massive cherry-wood conference table stood right in the middle of the room along with leather cushion rotating chairs.

Lena Roth sat between to June, who was looking shy and mousey, and Rick Flag who is looking uncomfortable and fidgeting because he didn't want to be here. He was seated next to Waller, looking calm and cold as always.

On one of the monitors, it showed several mugshots. Lena recognize those mugshots as some of the notorious criminals from Gotham City: Killer Croc, the half-man half beast who lives in the sewers, Harley Quinn, the crazy girlfriend of the Crown Prince of Crime, the Joker, and next to hers was Floyd Lawton, Deadshot.

Lena shifts uneasy in her seat.

A man stood up, clearing his throat a bit. "Mr. Chairman, do you remember al-Qaeda? A few of you might not. We certainly threw enough siginit, analyst, and drones at them. It took time…but problem solved. Now we have a new problem. Suppose Superman decided to rip the president out of the Oval office. Who could stop him? We have contingency plans for North Korean nukes, anthrax in our mail, fluoride in our water-but what do we do about a Kryptonian?"

"Now, Superman has showed us he's a recuse-cats-from-a-tree type hero." He adds. "But what if the next Superman turns out to be a terrorist?"

He paused for effect, and then turns to Waller. "Fortunately for us, Ms. Waller has a plan. Amanda?" He gestures for her to take over.

Waller gave a quick smile and nod. "We've all heard the stories, of Samson leveling a temple with a single push-and we know of the Philistine weapon of mass destruction they called Goliath-but were they scripture, or fact?"

She pauses and scans the room. No one wanted to speak. She continues.

"I want to build a team," she explains. "Of some very bad people who I think could do some good-like fighting our next war, or defeat the next Superman."

Lena glances over to the chairman. His body language says he isn't taking the chance. She didn't blame him.

"Not on my watch Amanda." He said. "I read your list. You're not putting these monsters back on the streets. Certainly not in our name."

"General, under my plan we run them covertly." Waller informs him. "Non-attributed, strictly need to know, and if they get caught we throw them under the bus."

Told you she was shady. Morana's voice echoes in her mind. She'll have you killed to save herself if needed…

Lena ignores her and continues to listen.

"The next war will be fought against these meta-humans ours," she said firmly. "-or theirs. We are not the only ones kicking up rocks looking for these extraordinary people."

"You know we can't control these people."

Waller didn't answer him. Instead she turns to the only two people in the room would can prove her case.

"Dr. Moone. Ms. Roth."

Lena looks over to June, who was anxious. Waller nods at the two of them. She got up a moment before June follows her.

Clutching her locket, she whispers: "Morana."


Rick Flag

This was a bad idea.

What the hell is Waller doing? Rick thinks to himself.

Rick shifts in his seat a bit. When Waller gestures June and Lena, he knew what that meant and he didn't like it. This would be the first time that the Enchantress and Morana will be in the same room together. He only hopes that Waller has it under control.

"Enchantress."

It took three long seconds.

New fingers sprouted from June's wrist as her old ones was sucked back into her skin. Parts of her body twisted inwards. Lena's transformation was much quicker.

Gasps rose as the chiefs stared in disbelief, and they transformed in front of them. Transformed into something that might not even be human.

Within moments, June Moone and Lena Roth was gone.

Replaced by something very different and ancient.

The Enchantress and her sister, Morana.

The Enchantress wore a crescent moon head piece fitted over her thick black hair which hung dark and loose like vines. Her clothing was animal skins decorated with leather, jade and stone. The witch peers over to her sister, her hand reaching out to touch her.

The sister witch looks back at the Enchantress with affection in her eyes. "Sister."

"Dear Morana."

Waller steps in front of them. "Meet the Enchantress and Morana."