"Oh I was sure, your words would leave me unconscious."
Rick Flag
"Everything we know about them is in your briefing packs. They walked this earth a long time ago-maybe as far back as the beginning, and they'll likely be here when we're long gone." Waller explains.
"So," the chairman interrupted. "This meeting is now a magic show?"
Rick watches Waller flash a small smile, something he didn't think the woman is capable of doing.
"Magic or not I seen these two do some pretty incredible things."
He looks back the chairman who frowns, but allows Waller continue on.
"Like what?" He asks. Waller smiles and Rick visibly shivers, like a sudden chill in his soul. She had him now.
Waller looks at the Enchantress. "Go get it girl,"
Rick watches as Enchantress looks down at the case that contain the heart she and her sister shared. Then she forces a tight smile on her features then-SNAP-Enchantress vanishes.
Five seconds passed. Ten. Twenty.
He could feel the other witch staring at him. Rick merely keeps his head down.
Why do you let Waller control you? A deep feminine voice says in his head. You know she's using June to her benefit. Waller is your enemy, not your ally.
Rick grunts a bit, ignoring the voice in his head. He will not let the witch mess with his mind. He refuses.
SNAP!
The Enchantress appears again, unleashing a mild shockwave that cause papers to scatter across the table. She drops a thick binder on the table. A binder secured with Iranian seals.
"How about a little something from the Weapons Ministry vault in Tehran?"
Cautiously, the chairman opens the binder, looking over the papers. His eyes open in surprise. "We been chasing these plans for years." He slides the binder over to General Conway, who rifled through it one page at a time.
The Enchantress lightly caress the side of General Conway.
"Please don't touch me," he says. He sounded calm but even Rick could see how he wanted to jump out of his skin.
"Thank you, we would like Dr. Moone and Ms. Roth back." Waller said.
Enchantress looks back at Waller, taking a slight step back. She looks back at her sister, like they were speaking to each other with their eyes only. Rick had his hand on the gun and kept inside of his suit jacket.
Waller only watches with a blank expression.
Then the witches snap to her direction and their faces contorted into pain. A high-pitch inhuman screech fills the room. Morana collapses onto the floor, grabbing her chest. Rick gets up from his seat.
"Enchantress…"
"Morana."
In an instant, June Moone returned. She looks at Rick, pleading with her eyes. "Please…I can't do that again…"
"It'll be okay." Rick assures her. He glances over to Lena, who was still on the floor, gasping for air.
He quickly walks over to where she was to help her up. "You alright?"
"Yes…but I don't want to keep doing that…"
"Flag get 'em out of here." Waller orders him.
He quickly and quietly escorted the two women out of the conference room. A few minutes later, Waller came out with a look of satisfaction on her face. She looks at Lena.
"Good news, Roth. You'll be seeing Lawton after all."
Deadshot (Floyd Lawton)
Griggs was afraid.
Floyd never thought he would ever see the day that the racist redneck bastard would be afraid. He was currently being escorted into the prison yard with a dozen guards with Griggs accompany them.
Shackled head to toe.
They took him to a shooting range where two people were waiting: a man and a woman. There was table full of sub-machine guns, rifles, pistols, and stacks of loaded magazines.
"Unlock him," the man snaps. "C'mon. Lose the restraints."
Floyd watches as Griggs looks at the man, then to the table of weapons then back to the man.
"Colonel Flag do you know what this man can do?" He sounded nervous.
Good. Floyd thinks. Bastard deserves it.
"I'm here to find out." Flag scowls. "Lose the shackles."
Floyd glares at Griggs the whole time the other guards remove his shackles and chains. He rubs his wrist a bit, surveying the weapons on the table.
"So, what's this?" Lawton drawled. "Cheerleading tryouts?"
"What gave it away, Lawton?" The colonel asks, sarcasm heavy in his tone. "The fifty grand in Gucci weapons? Have at it. Not that I'm expecting much. I had seen legends crumble."
Floyd wasn't interested in talking with the colonel. "Have we met? Cause you're taking things a bit personal."
The colonel looks over the Sig Sauer P200.
"I hunt people like you for a living," The colonel tells him as Floyd looks over the table. "Mind showing us if you can run that iron or not?"
He finishes a quick survey of weapons. He looks up and smiles. Six catwalk guards were aiming their cabinets at him. He can take out five of them if he tried to. He turns and eyed the steel targets that had been set up.
His fingers drifted over the banquet of weapons. He wasn't sure what was going on, which made him wonder if these was actually real guns. The colonel and company damn sure wouldn't let an assassin called "Deadshot" a thousand yards near these babies.
He knew Griggs was trying not to jump out of his skin.
Good. Let him suffer.
Floyd picks up the .45 pistol, savoring its heft. He slid a full mag into the grip, then seal it with a satisfying SNAP. It felt real. Felt heavy enough to be real. He still couldn't believe they would trust him with a real weapon.
Or they're just crazy.
Casually he aims the gun at Griggs. Instantly half a dozen rifleman had their weapons ready for the kill. He sees that the colonel had waved them down to relax. They lowered their weapons.
What the damned hell is going on?
"Everyone calm down," The colonel shouts, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Griggs, tell your men to stand down."
Floyd mouths 'Tells them to stand down' mockingly.
Grigg's face grimace. "Stand down! Colonel is what exactly I was talking about!"
"What's for dinner?" Floyd asks.
"Ames," Griggs says, his eyes focus on the gun pointed at him. "If this man shots me, kill him…and clear my browser history."
Floyd smirks a bit. "So, the firing pin's filed down right? Or the mag's full of dummy rounds? Bet I pull the trigger and nothing happens. Can I be trusted? Is that the real question?"
The woman walks over to Lawton. "You're absolutely right. Why would we give a loaded weapon to an infamous hitman?" She adds. "Go ahead and pull the trigger."
"Don't empty nothing. You don't even know this lady." Griggs argues. "I known you for nine months. Remember when I got you a real cookie."
It was pathetic how Griggs was begging for his life. Floyd pulls the gun away from Griggs, points it up and pulls the trigger.
BAM!
Griggs nearly jumps out of his body. Floyd couldn't believe it. They gave him a working weapon.
"Y'all jokers must be crazy."
BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM-BAM
There was a continuous roar as Deadshot opened fire on the distant targets with inhuman speed and accuracy. He reloaded with a blur. Again and again. Hitting targets dead in the center each time.
A pall of blue smoke filled the area. Empty shells piled up, mag after mag.
It was all damn real.
Floyd turns towards the woman as he put down Colt M16, 5.56 mm automatic.
"Now you know what you're buy." He said. "Lemme tell you my price. First, I want outta here. Two, I want custody of my daughter. Her mom can get like…supervised visits. But her stank ass boyfriend can't come. Darnell's can't come."
"Darnell's out." The colonel repeats.
"Third, I want you to pay for my daughter's tuition." Floyd adds. "Then I want her to go to college: Harvard or Yale- "
"Ivy league."
"Right. Fourth, I want to see my girlfriend. Her name is Lena Roth and she's photographer." He notices the Colonel stiffens at the mention of Lena. He ignores it. "Now that's my price but I'm concern because I see nobody writing shit down."
The colonel grinned. "You're in no position to make demands. Besides what makes you think your girlfriend still wants someone like you?"
That caught Floyd off guard a bit. It's been what? Nine months since he seen Lena? What is he gonna tell her when he does see her? Sorry babe, I abandoned you for nine months without a phone call. By the way, I'm actually a hitman.
"What would you know?" Floyd said. "And I was speaking to your lady friend." He gestures to the woman. "That's my price."