As they waited for the long, slow ride back to hell, the Squad took over a small bar for drinks. The only person not allowed inside was Flag, since no one trusted him at this point.
"What'll you all be having?"
"Beer."
"Whiskey."
"Liquor."
"What am I, twelve?"
"Any cocktail."
"What about you?"
"Water."
"That's a good idea, honey."
"Here's to honor among thieves."
"Not a thief."
"Oh, okay. She's not a thief."
"But we almost pulled it off."
"Yeah, and the worst part is we're gonna take the fall. They're gonna blame the whole thing on us. Don't forget, we're the bad guys.
Moone gripped her glass. "What if you didn't have to?"
"Honey, we appreciate you, but this is our business. You've got nothing to lose."
"What if I told you the real reason why Waller assigned me to your team? It certainly wasn't to "monitor your progress"."
"We're listening."
"Truth is, I'm supposed to be the last resort, should all of you die in action."
"How does that work?"
"See this necklace? It gives me control of a power that could destroy the world as we know it."
"And that means?"
"We can expose the Squad to the outside world. Waller will be forced to admit she coerced you against your will and then tried to blame you for her mistakes. You won't have to die."
"Yeah, unless she kills us first. You forgetting about those little micro-thingies we got in our heads?"
"Not anymore." Flag had been quietly listening from the door.
"We don't want you here, jarhead."
"I know. But June's right. If we make the American people aware of what that witch put you through, you'll have your revenge."
"I'm gonna repeat myself once last time. How in the HELL are we gonna find Waller?"
"Simple. Here's what we'll do..."