Avenging Justice:

Two Worlds Collide

Part XIX

Earth, Washington D.C.

A well dressed woman sat surrounded by several high ranking military officers, nondescript CIA and NSA agents, commanding all their attention. Before her was a medium well cooked steak, juicy and farmed from the best stock. They waited on her every word, and she was enjoying the power play and the food. She had to admit the food was good, but she had drawn it out enough.

"As the incident in Area 51 shows, there are threats we are not aware of," Amanda Waller laid out the facts, passing out folders as if from nowhere. "Our subject being held there, a species from Mars, was released by another of its kind. We purposely kept the subject weakened, to get more information about its potential threat. As we can see, it is high. However, we know these things have weaknesses."

One of the generals asked the obvious question, "How did this creature infiltrate one of our most heavily fortified areas?"

"These things are smart," Amanda Waller quipped. "You call it fortified, but tell me, could you stop Superman from busting in?" Seeing the general blanche, she continued, "Didn't think so. What we need is a task force of dangerous people, to take on the threats our normal forces just aren't up to."

"And you think a psycho, a witch and a hitman are that?" One of the NSA suits scoffed. "All of these people either have serious issues, criminal records longer than the Great Wall, or…"

"Terrifying," Amanda interrupted. "Yes, that is exactly what we need. The world is sold on a boy scout from the stars will save them. Reinforced by the numerous times he's repelled small incursions from time to time, and a serious case of savior worship.

Except he's not there when you need him. How many people are murdered in America, but not a single blue streak in the sky? America's most corrupt city is right by his stomping grounds, and he lets a vigilante skulk in the shadows there.

No, for the nation's security we need a group that is willing to do what needs to be done. People unafraid to get a little dirty and take the necessary risks. Below you'll see the outline for my proposal.

Task Force X is exactly what is required for missions, and because of their reputations, completely deniable if caught. We also have ways to erase them, if they become problems. The risk is minimal, as connections to us are near nonexistent. This is a low risk, high reward venture."

"Unless one of your maniacs slips their leash and goes on a killing spree!" the CIA agent finally spoke. "How do you propose this to be handled."

"Easy enough," Amanda grinned maliciously. "They go off mission, they lose their head. I have multiple fail safes set up for this program. So, do we have a deal or not?"

Later that night, Amanda Waller would watch from her living room as the most dangerous villains were loaded into buses. Killer Frost, King Shark, Harley Quinn, Deadshot, Enchantress and many more from across the country were packed liked sardines, and transported to a special facility down in Louisiana. A super maximum security prison, completely off the books, off the radar, and it had the pure essence of black ops. These were just the first of her team. Leading them would be Rick Flag, a soldier used to following all orders, with no questions asked.

Earth, Maine, Amnesty Bay

J'onn J'onzz looked out the curtains. Many eyes were on them, it was unavoidable. Two strangers come into a small town in the dead of night, curiosity was bound to overtake the townspeople. Already gossip surrounded them, polite gossip as it were. Amnesty Bay had its own secrets, that he had come across in his research.

John Jones was officially on leave from the DEO, having accrued a staggering amount of time off. It should be enough time to get his "niece" up to speed, and able to defend herself. She may not have been his real niece, a fact that he found out when he went to rescue her. However, she was still a Martian, a White Martian, but still one of the last of his people.

He was a Green Martian, before the fall of Mars, their people were enemies. Part of that was the crime the more warlike Martians had committed on Earth. Far in the past, they had interfered with the evolution of humanity, trying to stifle the genes that would make Humans an adversary in the future. However, their plans failed as the atomic age started and mutants rapidly began to appear around the globe. However, that was far after many of the last Martians had died out.

Now all that was left of Mars, for J'onn was this refugee. He sent her a mental image, as she started to stir. Having watched over her, protecting her, afraid that they were being followed, he had kept her safe. Seeing him, she immediately morphed into a green form with auburn hair, to more closely match his. Then she saw the gathered food, he had set up before her.

"Go ahead and eat," J'onn said in Martian. "We have a lot to do in a short amount of time. You need to be able to blend in."

M'gan M'orzz smiled, something she had picked up from the humans that had kept her, "Thank you. How did you find me?"

"I've had time to get good at finding things," he said with a bit of humor. "These people are not all like those who held you. Some are better, some are worse, they remind me of our people when we were young."

M'gan thought for a moment and nodded, "There were kind people there. Two who felt bad about the tests. They used to slip me extra food, books and movies."

"Good, I'm glad your experience with the people here hasn't been all bad," J'onn turned back to watch the window. "Let's start on mastering your abilities."