After a few hours, the group started to get inpatient. Where was Enchantress?
"Should we go in after her?"
"We need a plan. God knows what sort of traps or security devices the good Doctor might have left behind."
"I'll take the high ground. The rest of y'all head in and find that kitty-kat."
With Deadshot watching the perimeter, the rest of the Squad shorted-out the lock used to secure the door and filed in. They split up, with Maelstrom, as the most powerful, headed towards the main lab.
It was a spooky place, with the walls lined with tubes, cages, jars, computers, equipment, and charts detailing the various projects Dr. Morrow had worked on during his brief interest in biology and genetic manipulation. Thinking back, it all made sense, what with Morrow's obsession with transhumanism and "transforming the human body into something more, something grand." That's all he could remember, anyhow.
His eyes gradually began to shift over to a cage placed near the exit door. Unlike the others, there appeared to be something stored in it. A flash of black...
The realization dawned on Maelstrom and he dashed the lock. Inside, he found a single black cat with an odd-looking collar fixed around its neck.
"June, its me. Wake up."
The cat ignored him and started licking his face. It didn't make any sense. Then it dawned on Maelstrom that something on the collar was emitting a faint beeping noise.
Based entirely on a hunch, he took it off. What happened next was, well, quite interesting.
The cat suddenly gazed directly into his face, its eyes turning a brilliant shade of gold. Before he could adjust his grip, it started to grow in size. The fur and tail began to seemingly melt away, leaving behind bare skin. The forelegs thickened and formed into toes and ankles, falling over rather than up. The front paws that had brushed against him became a pair of hands whose very touch was so warm and soft that Maelstrom had to focus his mind point-blank to keep from fainting. And the cat's face, once small and nondescript, turned to the face of the Enchantress, the remaining fur left as a pair of thick eyebrows across her forehead.
Before Maelstrom could open his mouth, the Enchantress reached over and kissed him. Her tongue rolled through the full expanse of his mouth, his eyes barely rolling back as she sucked the moisture out, leaving a bare patch of flesh resembling that of a corpse seconds away from death. He could feel his soul leaving his flesh as she continued to feed from his spirit, the weakness turning his muscles to mush. All the while, she grew stronger, as the energy replenished her power. Finally, when she had taken her fill, she stood up and placed his head against hers, cradling him like a child until he recovered from the experience.