July 6, 1970 - Santa Prisca

Bronze Tiger was in the trees as he watched three Jackals surround Javelin. They were armed with M16s. Tiger dropped down and stabbed one soldier in the back before slicing a second in the face and stabbing the third in the neck. Bronze Tiger walked over to the scared crook. "Need a hand up?"

"Yeah." Javelin answered and Bronze Tiger helped him up. "What do we do now?"

"We head back to Bane's command center. Once there we'll make a plan to deal with the Jackals." Bronze Tiger said before a gunshot echoed. He ducked down while Javelin fell dead. He tightened his grip on his metal claws, ready to kill the crook's killer. As he heard footsteps get closer, Bronze Tiger pounced. He saw two soldiers and he put the claws into both of the killer's heads. The two foes dropped to the ground as Bronze Tiger climbed back up the trees. He jumped from tree to tree attempting to reach Bane's base.

Ivy had the Jackal troops be lifted into the air with vines from the trees. She tightened the vines around the human's throats and suffocated them. As Ivy walked through the jungle she saw Harley Quinn. Before she could hide from the crazy woman, Harley spotted her and raced to her. "Hey Red." Harley said before looking up at the dead soldiers. "Nice job. I would have used a bat and gave them a good whack on the head.

"Leave me alone Harley." Ivy asked, but the insane woman followed Ivy.

"Hey, us ladies have to stick together."

"I'm not a fan of human interaction."

"Why?"

"Because humans kill innocent plants without remorse and they keep destroy what nature has." Ivy answered as she strangled another soldier.

"Well, some humans are like that, but we aren't perfect. Kindness should be shared." Harley said innocently.

Heatwave fired his heat gun at the soldiers burning them and the jungle. The criminal smiled at the devastation. Savant was unlucky enough to get in his way. But the fire was growing and that is all Heatwave cared about. As he burned a Jackal soldier, he saw a Jackal aimed a rifle at him. Heatwave raised his gun and fired a blaze of heat. But a bullet hit the gun and started to leak the flammable gas. Heatwave threw the gun before it exploded. He saw a large ball of fire consume the jungle. Before he could run, he felt a bullet hit the back of his left shoulder. Heatwave screamed in pain before running through the flames. He felt the heat of the flames against his skin as another bullet struck his back. Then another bullet followed by one more forcing him down. He couldn't move his legs or arms. Soon the flames that surrounded him will engulf him.

Deathstroke ran through the jungle listening to his surroundings. He saw smoke in the distance and knew Heatwave was acting like an idiot. Most of the Suicide Squad were idiots. As he crossed a road, he saw Grant standing in the middle of it with a sword in hand. Deathstroke looked at his son. He loves his son, but he isn't going to die easily. "How long has it been Dad?"

"1962." Deathstroke answered walking towards his son.

"You promised that you will always be there for me and you just left!"

"I was captured in Bialya by Task Force X. Since then I had a bomb planted in my neck. If I don't do what those bitches want, I'm a dead man. Believe me. I wanted to return to you, but I never could."

"How do I know you're not lying to save your ass?"

"You think those villains would work together for freedom and the US ideas by choice?"

"Fair point." Grant replied sheathing his blade. "So what now?"

"Call of the Jackals. Let us complete the mission. I'll find a way to sneak off and get the bomb removed if your Cuban friends can help?"

"Of course old man."

Nightshade blasted a truck filled with Jackals with her power killing dozens of killers. Killer Frost froze the truck to cover the fire and smoke. So they can mask their escape better than Heatwave. As they traveled Nightshade wondered if all Suicide Squad missions were like this. Death, killing, destruction, chaos. She hoped not. She may play the role of hard ass, but she never wanted to hurt anyone. She just wanted money, food, and a roof over her head. Instead, she was on a bloody mission. She didn't know what this mission will lead to. But she just wanted to get somewhere safe so she can travel through the other dimension and get to Bane's command center. But she has been to busy dealing with Jackals that she hasn't been able to yet. But now she attempted to open the portal again. This time she was successful. "Hold onto my hand."

"Why?" Frost asked.

"Unless you want to be lost in a different dimension." Nightshade answered and Frost quickly held her hand.

"Don't tell anyone." Frost ordered before the two walked through the portal.

Bloodsport hot wired a Jackal jeep so that he, Cupid, and Cheshire can get back to Bane's hideout. He didn't know where the Squad was, but he needed to focus on getting out of here. When the vehicle was hot wired the small group jumped in. "Know where we're going?" Cupid asked.

"Shut up." Bloodsport replied as he drove on the road.

"So with Flag dead, who's going to lead the Squad?"

"Katana most likely. She doesn't have a bomb in her head and she isn't on Flag's employer bad list." Cheshire answered.

"You been on this team longer than me or Bloodsport. What was the worst mission you guys were on?" Cupid asked and it brought memories of her first mission.

"Bialya." Cheshire replied. That was the closest she ever came to death and now she is working with the man who almost killed her.

Red Hood and Katana walked through the muddy ground as it began to rain. He disliked being part of this Squad. He hated all of the criminals that he was forced to work with. Now that Flag was dead, leadership fell to Katana. He hoped that the Japanese woman is able to lead this group of scum and idiots.

July 6, 1970 - Bane Cartel Hideout, Alanlas, Santa Prisca

Bane watched as the Bronze Tiger reached the village. The Task Force has lost Flag, Heatwave, Javelin, and Savant to the Jackals. He knew that the Santa Prisca government was too proud to hire mercenaries to do their dirty work. It was clear that one of their allies had hired them. Cubans most likely. His war with the Santa Priscan government was starting to intensify and he will need to be ready.

July 7, 1970 - Director's Quarters, A.R.G.U.S.N.A.C Normandy, Atlantic Ocean

Waller was eating her breakfast when the TFX radio crackled. She grabbed it and answered it for Flag's late report on their mission. "Bought time Flag."

"Flag is KIA." Katana reported and Waller was surprised. Flag was always a resourceful soldier. His death was a waste.

"Who else is KIA?" Waller asked.

"Heatwave, Javelin, and Savant." Katana answered and Waller gave a sigh of relief that only three useless prisoners died.

"You are in charge now Katana. Complete the mission." Waller ordered as an A.R.G.U.S agent entered her Quarters. She ended the transmission with Task Force X. "What is it?"

"General Wade Eiling died ma'am."

"What happened?"

"Heart attack."

"Send his family some flowers and prep a transport to Vietnam." Waller ordered as she continued with her breakfast.

"For who ma'am?"

"Me."