Dangerously Sane:

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Chapter Three:

"Make sure not to put your hands inside the bars." The guard warned them, before motioning to where they need to go with his gun, which he kept his hands firmly planted on.

Anya sniggered lightly, walking forward. They were treating him like some animal in a zoo, locked in a cage and no feeding the wildlife. They had no shame, in the way they treated all the inmates, just because they may have took a different path in life, didn't give them the right to dictate and mock those that choose differently. Anya stopped walking, as Rick moved in front of her, placing a hand in his pocket and pulling out a key, with the number 6 imprinted on it.

"Before I forget, Waller asked me to give you this." He explained, handing it to her.

"Thank god, I was looking everywhere for that(!)" She chuckled, pocketing the key.

Rick shook his head, folding his arms and giving her a stern look. "That's for the hotel, we need to stay close by. You need to be serious - look at where you are...These psychopaths, creatures aren't normal."

She paused for a moment, barley believing what she was hearing. Psychopaths? Creatures? Of course, it was the Colonel in him. "And by creature, you mean..." She stated, pointing in the direction of the bars. He glanced behind him and nodded once. "He has a name. Look, man, I get it. This isn't your scene."

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice, so that the guards couldn't eavesdrop on their conversation. "My scene is trained, dedicated men and women who know how to fight, know how to follow tactical plans and obey the law."

"Conventional is boring and let's face it, Flag, I'm not exactly your scene."

"Meaning?"

Anya inhaled deeply, trying not to raise her voice. "Waller is making you work with me." She hissed at him. "If it wasn't for her saying so, you wouldn't dare because let's face it - What's the difference me and them?"

Rick glanced down at the floor, muttering something quietly. He looked back up at her. "You're not like them."

"Then you don't know me very well." She replied, walking past him and towards where the steel bars were. They started from the bottom of the floor and nearly reached the ceiling, the smell of murky water sat in the air. She glanced over seeing him doing what looked like push-ups. Rick joined her, giving her yet another serious glance, before observing Croc.

"211... 498...5...101" Anya muttered.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rick asked, watching as Croc stopped and stood up, looking at them both before walking over to them.

"Throwing him off count so he'll come talk to us...Oh look - it worked." She dryly replied. "Hey...nice pad(!)"

Croc, or Waylon Jones, as the file referred to him, looked at the both of them. His presence was a little intimidating and it was clear to not mess with him at all. It was obvious from his appearance that he was still 'mutating', as the file so kindly put it. He sniffed the air in Anya's direction and then turned by Rick and sniffed again, letting out a low growl.

Anya raised her eyebrows at him. "You must be bored as hell down here... A bit of TV won't kill ya."

"Really?" Rick lowly hissed at her and she just shrugged her shoulders in response.

Waylon leaned in slightly, with what looked like a small smile. "I'd kill for BET." He gruffly told her, before tilting his head to the side. "You don't smell like them...He does." He motioned to Rick, who simply narrowed his eyes in response. "He has the same smell as them."

"Aw, Thanks!" Anya replied, smiling back at him. "You hear that - " She nudged Rick. "You got that smell."

"Maybe the sewer water has got to your head." Rick replied, in a low voice.

Anya cleared her throat, sending an instant change in the atmosphere. "Well that got awkward real fast - I'll meet you upstairs." She muttered to Rick." And Waylon - Don't eat him...or do if he doesn't play nice." She muttered awkwardly, turning around to head off.

"Waylon." He muttered, making her turn back around.

"Huh?"

"No one's called me that...for a very long time."

"Until now. Be nice, Flag." Anya told him, before heading back off the way they came in. As she passed the guards she noticed them giving her a deadly glare, as if they knew. Don't be paranoid. She numbly thought to herself, trying to shift her mindset. As she headed up the stairs, she tried to analyse everything that had happened, in the very short time. There was no way, this time last week, she would have thought she'd be in Belle Reve, assessing inmates for Task Force X under the direction of Waller. Given her background, but then again, perhaps her past made her more than ideal for this. Watching over people who she used to think as. Knowing their mindset, rather than assuming. She paused down the corridor she was in, trying to figure out which way to go. She caught glance of the back of a guard further down and began to run down, to catch up to him. "Hey!" She called out, making him stop and turn around. She inwardly grimaced slightly when she realised it was Griggs. "My favourite person." She dryly said, putting a fake smile on. "I need to go by the hospital, like the office near it."

"Medical office?" He clarified, with a small smirk on his face. She nodded in reply and he pointed down the corridor. "Third door on the left... I've heard about you. Rumours go around in a place like this."

She walked past him, shaking her head. "Doubt it." She muttered, hoping he would drop the subject.

"No...No, no, no. I've definitely heard about you... Anya, was it?"

She tensed slightly, turning back round to face him and remaining as stoic as possible. "You might have memory problems? We met earlier, so there you go-"

"-Funny...How Deadshot - Pathetic name - thought he recognised you." He explained, a triumphant look on his face. "And Miss. Quinn seemed perfectly comfortable with you..." Anya didn't say anything in reply, maintaining her perfectly stoic gaze. He dropped his voice to just a whisper. "Assassins know assassins...bad guys know bad guys... You don't fool me, Honey." He stepped back, raising his head slightly in a triumphant look.

"And assholes come in the form of prison guards. Sorry, Honey, but you're barking up the wrong tree... Don't let the uniform get to ya head." She coldly replied, turning her back on him and walking away. She fought against the urge to walk back up to him and punch him in his face, as she heard him walk away, sniggering lightly. Don't let emotions get the better of you. She reminded herself. For all you know, Waller could have put him up to it...See how you react - another bloody test. Forget it. She stopped by the door which Griggs pointed out and turned the handle, walking in.

"Thank god." A guard muttered, quickly walking past her and slamming the door shut.

Anya frowned, trying not to laugh and his desperate escape that he made. She turned back around and saw June sitting down, with a small, forced smile on her face as an attempt at being polite to her. She assumed the guard must have been freaked out. No doubt they told him some lie about how volatile or dangerous June was...anything but the truth.

"Hi..." Anya muttered, taking a seat nearby. "I'm Anya."

"June Moone." She lightly replied, looking quite tense and on edge. Not that Anya blamed her , considering that if she muttered one word, that would be it. Goodbye Human, Hello Witch. It actually made Anya feel a bit more comfortable, being around somebody who wasn't judging everybody in the place nor judging her. As far as she could see, June seemed like she didn't want to be there. No doubt Waller was forcing her to stay here, accompanied at all times by an individual.

"So, how are y-" Anya begun to say, but got cut off by the door opening suddenly, making June jump. Waller and Rick walked in, both looking quite tense.

"Dr. Patel, will you escort Miss. June for the tests." Waller told the Man standing by the door, motioning for June to go. He simply nodded, waiting for June to walk over to him. As she walked by, she looked at Anya and gave her a small smile, shutting the door behind her.

"Should I go or..." Anya begun to ask, trailing off slightly.

Rick sighed out loud and Waller turned to her, motioning for her to sit back down in the chair. Anya obeyed, sitting back down. "No. We need to talk. The both of you...Now."