Deadshot POV

There is a dull throbbing in my body as I wake up in the musty warehouse. I was shooting at a Green Lantern shielding a Kryptonian, and the last thing I remembered was getting struck by a red streak; I never thought I'd be dealing with such a complicated situation as this anymore. As I stand up, I notice that my fellow Suicide Squad are as sore as I am as they are also recovering.

"Blimey, I thought that I was done with the bloody speedsters!" Boomerang rasps as he brushes off his jacket.

"Don't forget the female Green Lantern," I add. "You have to be fucking kidding me. I got my ass handed to me!" As if a teenage girl who could kill someone in a single punch wasn't enough of a problem to deal with.

"What do we do now? We have, not one, but three metahumans to deal with," Black Spider says, seething.

"They will undoubtedly make us go after the speedster and the Green Lantern," Slade says. "I would say that the best idea would be to comply."

"Comply? Are you kidding me Slade? This is stupid!" Harley exclaims. "This isn't fun, like it was back in the day."

"You seem to think that we have a choice," he snaps at her, his tone stressed. "We don't. They want us to kill them, we do it, or we get killed instead. It's not supposed to be 'fun' as you put it. Being subservient to government dogs usually isn't."

"Task Force X, get your asses outside," Flag barks into radio. We all haul ourselves down to the bottom story and get into the APC with Flag.

As the vehicle moves away from the abandoned warehouse, Flag decides to begin his questioning. "What in the hell happened back there? GCPD got numerous calls describing power surges and green flashes coming from this area of the Narrows. How come you couldn't kill the damn girl and get it done with?"

"Because she was helped by a Green Lantern and a speedster," I tell him.

"The girl would've been dead if it hadn't been for those damned metas who saved them," Boomerang says, crossing his arms.

"Well she isn't," Flag says, but none of us are about to hear it from him.

"You can't pin this shit on us! It's not our fault!" Cupid says.

"We couldn't expect that something like this would happen," Rose says, but Flag shakes his head and raises his hands defensively.

"Look, I get it, but I'm not the one who should be the most worried with this development. I'm here to make sure you get the job done, but the one who makes the big orders on this task force is obviously Amanda Waller. She gets to decide your fates. I've been putting off her calls since the weird activity was first reported, so she's probably out for blood at this point," Flag says, reaching for his pocket. "And here she is again. You sure the story you told me is the truth?" Seeing our nods of confirmation, he answers his cell.

"Hello… No, target is still at lar— Target had help from two other metahumans… A Green Lantern and a speedster… Task Force X was temporarily incapacitated, all members currently en route to Belle Reve… I understand. I'll be sure to tell them." As Flag hangs up the call, he looks at us with somewhat false pity.

"She's pissed, but she still wants you to carry out the objective, along with the other two metas," Flag says.

"Hey, tuts!" Harley shouts, "You said the Supergirl dies and we're done! Just the girl, and no one else!"

"You said that we wouldn't have to continue after this Flag, what kind of bs is this?" KGBeast says with a snarl.

"The mission was altered. Pray that isn't altered any further. That's all I have to say. Next person to speak gets their bomb detonated," Flag says.

Upon arrival of the APC at Belle Reve, the squad and I file in line, assuming the normal procedural positioning common for security measures as we are patted down, just like when we were prisoners. Nobody seems happy about it, but we keep our mouths shut; it wasn't anything new to any of us.

We are then sent to change into the old Belle Reve prisoner jumpsuits, the harrowed and coarse fabric a familiar feeling to us all. Just like before we were pardoned, guards escort us to our cells with our hands cuffed behind our backs as we march down the all too recognizable cell blocks.

"We were pardoned, you can't make us prisoners again," Cupid protests, but all the guards ignore her protests. We are shoved roughly into our cells, two people per cell.

"We know that we excused you from imprisonment a while ago, but I have to say that y'all should've known that Waller and Luthor would turn things against you. The kind of life y'all had follows you. Sorry to say it," Flag says nonchalantly as he walks away, leaving in his wake our unmatched bitterness.

"Asshole," my cellmate says. I turn around to make sure my hearing didn't falter, and sure enough, it didn't. Harley, of all people, as my cellmate. As if this couldn't get any worse than it already is. We take a good half a minute or so staring each other down somewhat awkwardly until she breaks the gaze.

"I hate staring contests, I'm going to sleep," Quinn says, hoisting herself up and flipping onto the top bunk of the bed flamboyantly.

"So that's it, huh?" I ask her, lying in the bottom bunk, hands under my head. "We're just going to pretend that what happened between us wasn't ever a thing? I mean, it wasn't the worst part of all this was it?"

"No, but what we had together was a part of this whole Suicide Squad thing nonetheless, and I would prefer that everything that happened during our days in Task Force X be left in the past," she says with finality.

"You shouldn't bottle up your feelings," I tell her. She huffs and tilts over the edge of her bed, hanging her head upside down to look at me, her eyes narrowed, her lips pouty as she glares at me with a slight annoyance.

"And you should stop trying to get in my pants. Let's keep this professional and kill the girl already. I just want to go home, you want to have your precious daughter, screw the whole system, blah blah blah. Nightie night Lawton," she says, flipping her head back up to lie down again. Why the hell is she so stubborn?

"You don't have to be a royal bitch just because you can't get over the pain. One day you're just going to lose it completely," I tell her, but I am met with exaggerated snoring. "God have mercy on whoever crosses your path when that moment comes."

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