"Nothing."

Rick Flag

Two months later…

Colonel Rick Flag took the steps of the apartment building three at a time. He was a tall lean man. Large and imposing, yet he moves quick and quietly along with two Delta operatives who shadowed him.

The colonel and his men were the best Tier One shooters in the military, as well, and they damn well knew it.

Flag proceeds to check the two dead cops near the stairwell floor. Broken necks. He gave his men a nod.

It was time.

Heat scans shows that their targets were to women on the second floor in the bathroom. One of them was lying on the floor and the other was curled up in the corner.

Maybe things took a bad turn. Rick thinks to himself.

His men flanked him as he used the passkey to silently open the door, then entered the apartment. A few more seconds to enjoy that bath. He began to countdown with his fingers. When his pinky folds into his palms, he kicks down the bathroom door with great force.

As expected, one of the women, June Moone, was in the tub. Rick was not expecting the woman to be bathing in black water with grass growing from out the tub. Above her, there was an ominous black spetagram painted on the wall.

He looks over to the right corner of the bathroom and saw the other woman, Lena Roth. She was curled up against the wall, nude and shivering.

He thought about moving towards her. Until he the saw the black smoky tendrils moving underneath her.

"Don't come near me," Lena Roth mutters from the corner. Her short brown hair was wet and clung to her face. "I..d-don't want to h-hurt y-y-you."

Flag looks back to the woman in the tub, June Moone. She looks so scared and helpless.

"Help." Was all she said.

"Ma'am," Flag speaks into his comm. "We're on the X, if you want to get in here."

Seconds later Amanda Waller entered the crowded little room. She wasn't particularly large or powerful-looking, but when she gestured the soldiers away from June and Lena, they obey instantly.

When she turns back to the two women, she smiles a bit.

"Miss Moone. Miss Roth," she said. "My name is Amanda. I'm here to help you. I can free you from your burden if you do as I say."

Lena

Lena stares at the woman. She hears sirens. She had infinite amount of questions she wants to asks the woman. Were the police going to help them or kill them? How did these men find them? Even though the three men are large carrying loaded gun, Lena was more intimidated by the woman.

"There is no time to explain," One of the men said. "You two are coming with us. Right now."

The woman, Amanda, offers June a hand to help her up. It was then that the young photographer knew that they had no choice but to go with them.

Lena never been in an interrogation room before. There is a table made of steel bolted down to the floor with chair made from wood. The walls were a shade of cold blue.

The woman, Amanda, settles down into the chair opposite Lena's side. She watches as two guards position themselves quietly at the door.

Amanda reaches down and pulls up a black leather suitcase, placing it on the table. Clicking it open, she pulls out a huge binder and a laptop.

"Am I in trouble?" Lena asks, her voice barely a whisper.

"No." Amanda responds dryly. She opens the binder and skims through it, like she has read it many times before. "Miss Roth I am going to ask you some questions."

"Okay."

"When did you first develop your abilities?"

Lena was not sure how to answer. "Days ago."

Amanda looks up at her. "Can you be more specific?"

"Last Tuesday."

Amanda wrote something down in the binder. "You're a photographer."

"Yes, but this is going to sound crazy but-" Lena rushes the words out of her mouth. "…I think I'm possessed."

She pauses on her writing, she looks up at Lena, slightly surprised.

"Go on,"

It was Lena's turn to be surprised. She wasn't expecting this woman to be so open. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"My friend and I travelled to South America to-"

"I know."

"You do?"

Amanda nods. "I been watching you and Dr. Moone for a while. Especially you." She slides the binder cross the table to Lena.

Lena opens it and looks over the files. Files about her. Pictures of her. Looking over, she notices that the binder had pictures of her and Floyd together, even pictures of Zoe.

"You been stalking me?"

"Not you at first." Amanda admits. "Just your boyfriend, Floyd Lawton. Oh, did you know he's an infamous hitman?"

Lena gulps slightly. "No...no...I mean he never told me. His daughter Zoe did when he was arrested." She looks down at files. She reads over Floyd file again. He was also known as Deadshot. The man who can never miss.

"I know where he is."

"You do?"

"Yes. I can take you to him." Amanda said. "I just want to know what did you find on your trip to South America?"

"I can't explain it." Lena tells her. "June told me she had to go to this cave for work."

Amanda Waller leans forward in her chair. "Dr. Moone didn't have any authorize archeological digs."

"She didn't tell me the real reason why."

"And did she?"

"She's been having dreams of this woman," Lena explains, her anxiety getting the best of her ability to speak. "June said that she was drawn to go to that cave…"

"And what about you? Why did you go?" Waller questions.

"I usually got with June to digs for pictures." Lena explains.

"What happen when you and Dr. Moone found that cave?"

"June fell into a hole. I tried to get her but my rope broke and we fell into a large chamber with hundreds of human skulls." Lena explains. "June broke a figurine. She broke them free…"

"Who?"

"The Enchantress…"