Chapter Two
Over the next few days Lena had almost become a different person, she cooperated with the guards and began eating herself rather than being force fed, her restraints had even been removed so that she was free to wander around her small cell.
"Lena sweetheart…you gotta step away from the door, don't want to have to put you in that chair of yours." Griggs laughed, a few of the others joined in.
"That chair is not fun…is my brother here?" Lena sulked away from the door, sitting in the corner of her cell.
"Nope, but you'll be seeing him very soon though, but first promise me you'll behave." Griggs attempted to bargain with her, he watched as Lena nodded and the guards filed in.
Lena hummed 'the house of the rising sun' softly to herself as she heard the screams in the background, which was all she remembered before waking up strapped to a chair, she could have sworn she saw her once best friend Harley Quinn.
"Is that my little birdy I see?" The thick accent of Harley Quinn called across the long concrete corridor."
"Harley?" A curious Lena called out softly, as she was being pushed along the corridor that led to a row of guards. Lena tried turning her head to see behind her but the thick black straps kept her head secure to the head rest of the chair.
"Birdy, where you been? I missed ya, Johnny missed ya too, I think even Mr J missed ya a little" Harley cooed out as if she was talking to an animal or a baby, she did treat Lena as if she were her younger sister and occasionally as the little wounded animal she was.
A shrill scream soon came from Harley which only filled Lena with a sense of dread, it was soon her turn she looked up to see three or four doctors. Hands soon came up to hold her head in place, a sharp pain in her neck caused her to squeal before being wheeled away. Lena watched as Griggs handed something to Harley before he was held back by the men in head to toe camouflage. She somehow managed to break her head restraints, craning her neck to see who was joining her for the trip other than Harley.
Lena noticed a tall man with reptilian skin wearing a Hannibal lector style face mask, it was almost as if he was a human crocodile cross breed. She also took note of another man, one who didn't look in the slightest bit threatening other than his occasional biting words. Another man with facial tattoos looked remorseful as they glanced at each other momentarily.
The air inside the Chinook was palpable with each of its passengers internalising whatever it was that they felt. Lena was trying her hardest to keep her face as stoic as possible although she was failing miserably, a few stray tears rolled down her cheeks. Saying that she felt scared would be an understatement to say the least.
The sudden change in landscape piqued the interest of the helicopters occupants, who gazed out of the windows with interest. The back of the chopper opened up revealing a hive of activity of people, civilians mixed freely with the hordes of military personnel.
The group of somewhat insane criminals were unceremoniously unloaded from the chinook with little care as to the fact that they were also people. Lena knew that most people only saw them as a mixture of crazy mass criminals, it was sad that anyone other than their own kind could see beyond that. It was seemingly an endless vicious circle for what would become normal for them.
"That thing in each or your necks is going to kill you." The voices in Lena's head cackled wickedly.
"I'm sure it's just a tracking device of sorts." Another voice soon chimed in. the internal monologue of each of the voices was having amongst themselves caused stabbing pains to prick at her brain. Lena wanted nothing more than to be able to rub her temples in small circles in an attempt to soothe the pain, instead she willed the voices to quiet down.
The group were soon wheeled before a gathering group of men and woman who all gawked at them as if they were in a circus freak show. They all remained strapped to their respective gurneys, everyone watched with curious eyes so as to see what happened next.
Lena looked up in surprise to see her brother stood before them, but she had remembered what he had whispered to her when they last met 'The next time you see me, you need to pretend as if you don't know me, promise me you'll remember it's important Lena'.
"Unlock 'em." Was the simple phrase spoken by Colonel Rick Flag as his comrades looked at him as if he was a little bit crazy but he had to be right? The restraints that had held so tight had been removed, Lena rubbed at her wrists before rotating each of her ankles in turn.
"Hi boys, Harley Quinn, how do you do?" Harley spoke animatedly as she held out her hand waiting for one of them to shake it, none of them did and that was probably a wise decision on their part. Meanwhile Lena let out a shy wave while Deadshot began to size up the 'competition' of sorts. El Diablo stood as if he were in some sort of trance, almost as if he was trying to keep his cool. While Killer Croc growled at a few soldiers who were far too close to him for his liking and most likely theirs as well.
"Huh, what was that? I should kill everyone and escape? Sorry, it's the voices." Harley drawled out looking quite serious before cracking out a smile.
"I'm kidding, jeez…that's not what they really said." Harley giggled to herself, Lena joined in knowing what it was like to joke with someone about the voices inside her head. As soon as Lena laughed all eyes seemed to be on her, she looked so sweet and innocent and people couldn't quite work out what it was that she had done, the whole mission of course was need to know as were their identities.
"What do we go here? twelve pounds of shit in a ten-pound sack" Rick flag announced the arrival of a wriggling postal duffle bag, he bent down flicking open a pen knife and slicing the bag open in an efficient manner. Lena didn't quite see why her brother had cut the sack open as opposed to just pulling the zip back.
"Welcome to the party, Captain Boomerang." Flag stepped back as the hulking man otherwise known as captain boomerang sprung from split duffle bag with unseen fury. He managed to launch himself fists first at an unsuspecting camo clad man who soon ended up on the dusty floor.
He soon found himself pinned by several other camo clad men along with Rick blocking him from escape.
"Hey, Hey, what's going on man?" Boomerang put his hands up as if to surrender, seeming to have no idea as to why he was in the predicament he was.
"I like his style." Lena whispered softly too Harley who was using her shoulder as an arm rest, it seemed obvious to everyone that the two had met prior to the bringing together of the squad.
"You can have him, he seems like a klutz to me." Harley whispered back albeit not very quietly causing those around her to glance, the pair went back to watching the rest of the exchange unfold.
"Calm down." Rick pressed his forearm against Boomerang's neck pushing a little harder than he should have been.
"Hey, one minute I'm playing mah-jong with me nanna then this red streak hits me outta nowhere." Boomerang was attempting to spin a farfetched story but Rick wasn't buying it plus he knew the truth anyway.
"Now that is bullshit." Deadshot looked over at Harley and Lena with a smirk planted firmly on his face, a small smile graced Lena's face as she continued watching the exchange with interest.
"Shut up" you were caught robbing a diamond exchange" Rick rattled of the truth in a matter of fact tone.
"I was not!" Boomerang's high pitched lie gave the came away.
"Well you did always like diamonds more than me birdy, but I'd leave that alone if I were you." Harley announced to Lena who continued to watch on as a black SUV pulled up at speed beside the encircling group of camouflaged men and women.
"Here comes Slipknot, the man who can climb anything. Wonderful." Rick announced loudly to the squad who by now where over it and wanting to know what they were doing there. A taller man whose hair was braided back with lengths of rope, before he promptly punched a lady in the face for supposedly making a smart ass remark.
"With hair like that who needs enemies." Lena joked too Harley who let out an amused giggle, causing Slipknot to glower in their direction.
"Hittin' a lady is not what I would call classy." Harley chirped back in response while Lena just nodded in response. The way that Deadshot looked at Harley spelled out trouble to Lena, if Mr J saw that he would have sliced him seven ways to Sunday.
"Listen up! In your necks the injection you got, it's a nanite explosive. It's the size of a rice grain but it's powerful as a hand grenade." Rick spoke clearly annunciating every word, a few of the members rubbed their necks at the mention of the explosive.
"You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me and guess what?" Rick carried on his spiel noticed how each member of the squad were drinking in his powerful words.
"We die?" Lena spoke out louder than she wanted to drawing unwanted attention to herself and cowering under the stares."
"you got it sweetheart" Rick eyes softened as he spoke to his sister however his voice didn't deviate one bit.
"I'm known to be quite vexing, I'm just forewarning you." Harley raised her hand before making her point, several of the members of the squad turned to glance at her as she spoke, all knowing that she was trying to press Colonel Flag's buttons.
"Lady, Shut up!" The colonel snapped before simmering down.
"The deal is; you're going somewhere very bad to do something that'll get you killed. But until that happens you're my problem" Rick spoke candidly to the members of the squad watching as they exchanged looks, his gaze however settled on his younger sister for a moment longer than it should have been.
"So was that like a pep talk?" Now it seemed as if it was Deathshot's turn to rile up Colonel Flag.
"Yeah, that was a pep talk." Even Lena had to admit her brother had never been good at them especially when he coached her little league team back in the day.
"There's your shit, grab what you need for a fight we're wheels up in ten" Rick pointed off into the distance not once breaking eye contact with Deadshot.
"You might wanna work on your team motivation thing, you heard of Phil Jackson?" Lena watched in amusement as Deadshot continued to goad her brother and she wondered how long it would be before her burst.
"Yeah" was Rick's simple reply, his patience obviously running short.
"He's like the gold standard, okay? Triangle bitch. Study." Lena couldn't help but burst out laughing along with Harley, even Killer Croc let out a snigger this earned a dirty look from Rick so her laugh was cut off.
After the tense exchange each respective member of the squad was escorted to a crate of their personal belongings that had been confiscated from them upon detention. Lena riffled through one of the two crates hoping to find something half way appropriate to wear. she settled on a pair of extremely tight pair leather pants paired with a white crop top with a sequined bomber jacket. Lena suddenly noticed the buzzing of activity that had surrounded her as men and women alike had watched her undress and then redress into her current attire. She even heard a wolf whistle or two as a bright red blush crept onto her face.
Lena quickly ducked back down searching through the last crate finding it contained her numerous favourite weapons, a sawn off shotgun a spiked baseball bat and numerous hand guns. A smile crept on to her face as she pulled them out laying them down on the ground in size order. Rick watched from afar nearly floored by his sister's actions, he never imagined after leaving her to join the army that this is what she would become. A crazed killer.
A/N;
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