Suicide Squad Part Four: Between The Wall and A Hard Place
George "Digger" Harkness, alias Captain Boomerang, fucking hated Amanda Waller. He hated Checkmate and ARGUS. He hated the Suicide Squad program. He hated Deadshot too. These paled in comparison to how much he really, really hated Amanda Waller. She walked into the containment room at Checkmate headquarters. Harkness's chains held him to the floor as she entered and took a seat. "I'm going to ask you..nicely for the last time, Harkness. You go on this mission and I'll take off three years of your sentence", Waller said. She slides the folder onto the desk. Harkness picked up the folder and spits on it and throws it back at Waller. Waller sighed and stood up. She kicks Harkness in the chest, her heels leaving a tiny trickle of blood. His head hit the concrete floor and he let out a loud groan. "Ahhhh, you black bitch", Harkness groaned. She kicked him again, this time in the gut and he coughed up blood.
"If you think this is rough, you just wait until we bring in the car battery and the jumper cables", she said with a smirk. She reached down and lifted him up only to sock him in the jaw with a left that sent him back to the ground. She adjusted her suit and walked out, stopping at one of the guards. "Give him an hour in isolation to convince him". Waller left the cell and walked over to her next appointment.
This one is gonna be a bitch, Waller thought. Dr. Harleen Quinzel had once been an eminent psychologist but now she was a completely different animal. Totally unpredictable and, in all honesty, she scared the shit out of Amanda Waller. Quinn was no two-bit hack like Boomerang, she was gonna have to bring out the big guns against her. The Wall had one trick up her sleeve though, one last card to play. One last wild card. "Tiger, bring in the prisoner", she said into her communicator.
Ben Turner, alias Bronze Tiger, had been dispatched at 03:00 hours into Gotham City to apprehend a high profile target. Waller had personally called him into her office. She handed him a dossier. "This is deep cover stuff, Ben, shadow protocol and if anything goes wrong you're on your own. You understand what I'm asking of you right?" Tiger looked over the dossier and even though he was scared, he knew he couldn't refuse. Waller had done too much for him, he couldn't walk away now.
"I'll suit up, tell the pilot to keep the engine running", Ben said. He stood up to walk out of the office. Waller stood with him, as she always would, and spoke to him.
"Ben, I talked to my superiors about you leading the squad but...they insisted on Flag. I should have known better. There's already one too many black people in charge around here for their liking", she spoke bitterly.
"Have you considered, ma'am, that perhaps Colonel Flag is just the better one for the job?", he asked.
Waller laughed. "One day you'll learn. In this business it's never about who's best for the job. It's about who the stuffed shirt assholes in their thousand dollar suits and congressional meetings feel safe around. You're dismissed Ben". Ben nodded and turned away. "Oh and Ben, be careful out there. That's an order. The last guy we sent after The Joker didn't come back and the one before that did come back. Without a head".