"And I will rise up from the ashes now, the ashes now."

Rick Flag

Out of all the people in the world, he had to be rescued by Harley Quinn. Not that he was complaining but the last thing he wanted to happen is to be captured by Enchantress' minions. Hell, even Quinn seem annoyed that she had to save him.

He saw Lawton just ahead taking out the creatures with perfect aim with his Ak-47. He notices how his men stop shooting. When he ran out of bullets, Lawton switches to wrist magnums. His aim was as quick as the creatures. He didn't cut and run like he originally believed. This man was putting his life on the line to save his fellow SEALs.

He was wrong about him.

Soon enough, the creatures cease attacking them. They scattered in different directions, realizing they were outnumbered now.

Deadshot leaps off the top of a wrecked police car. As he walks past Flag, he mutters to him: "That's how I cut and run."

Morana

The soldiers were easy to capture.

They didn't go down without a fight Morana gives them that much. But overall, they were easy to capture for Sister. She was disappointed that their own soldiers couldn't retrieve the solider that Sister wanted.

Morana was getting tired of finding useless humans for their army. She was more disappointed with the fact that she couldn't really kill any of them.

She walks ahead of the captured humans towards Sister. She moves gracefully as she works on the machine designed to wipe out the humans. She would've join her but they needed their heart and without it, Sister couldn't finish spell.

Morana had the group of captured humans stop briefly, grabbing one of them by the arm and personally escorts him to Sister. She turns around, looking pleased.

"I'm pleased, Morana." She speaks. "But where is the Soldier?"

"They had him but he was saved." Morana replies.

Frustration cross her Sister's face. The human soldier looks at the two demonic witches in confusion. They were speaking in their native language and he didn't understand what they were saying.

Morana leans into his ear. "It'll hurt less if you let it happen."

Without warning, Sister embraces the soldier. He struggles against her but she was merely to strong, held him close and keeping him immobile. She starts to kiss him as a chrysalis of light surround them both.

She releases him as the light surrounding them dies down.

The man was no longer human.

He was their slave.

Their solider.

Sister turns towards Morana, a hand gently caressing the side of her face. "Morana, I need you to find the soldier. And Waller. Bring them to me."

"I promise. I will."

Deadshot

Flag was keeping secrets from everyone and he didn't like it one bit.

The man was acting strange about the creatures. He claims to not know what those creatures are but he can see on Flag's face that he knows more than he lets on.

Fifth Avenue was a decimated wasteland, most of its building leveled to the ground, shattered glass and other debris strewn across the street.

A window shatters.

Harley batted aside the few remaining glass shards from the window of Northern Lights, a stylish clothing store. She reached in and pulled an expensive crystal purse from a manikin. Everyone was staring at her, expect for Flag.

"Seriously?" He was annoyed. "The hell's wrong with you people?"

Unfazed, she swung her purse over her shoulder. "Duh, we're bad guys. It's what we do."

The Federal Building was less than a hundred fifty yards away. Flag kneeled behind an overturned garbage trunk. Deadshot hunkered behind the chain-link fence that surrounded the Federal Building. He was growing impatient with Flag and his snail-pace dance. At this speed, it would take another twenty minutes to get inside the lobby.

He slipped through a break in the fence and made his way to the front door. The glass frame of the door shatters into thousands of tiny pieces.

He waves to Flag and company to come inside.

Deadshot uses his carbine sight to scan the Federal Building lobby. It was clear. Either the creatures were shitty at being guards or didn't give two fucks. Either way, he was glad for it.

"Mind if we tag along?" Flag said, walking up to him.

"Not at all."

"You were supposed to follow orders, Lawton," he growls. "and that meant following me, not going off on your own."

"If I listened to you, we still be outside."

Flag turned to scan the monitors. "You know you're an asshole, right?"

"Better believe it," Deadshot respond. "It's on my business card. 'Floyd Lawton, asshole assassin.' You want, I can tell you where I get 'em printed. All you need to do is change the name."

Flag didn't reply back. Instead, he looks over the building's blueprints "Atrium's this way. The stairs are on the far end. Don't wander off."

As they made their way farther into the building, Boomerang started talking.

"Looks like we have a spot of luck, eh?" He said. "Be a walk in the park. Easy peasy."

"Don't make me shot you." Deadshot threatens.

Boomerang laughs, looking at Deadshot. "Lawton, you're an assassin, mate. You wanna tell the boys why you like to kill?"

Deadshot stiffens a bit. "It don't. It's my job. How I pay rent. Nothing to get emotional about."

Flag turns to him with a look of disgust. "And what does your daughter and girlfriend think about it? How much of that part of your life have you showed them?"

He didn't like that question. He had always tried to separate his life from his work. Zoe had some idea of what he did but Lena was unaware of it. He never wants either of them to learn the truth…

"Zoe…Zoe said she still loves me."

"Because of, or in spite of?" Flag questions him. "What about Lena? Did she know?"

Deadshot closes his eyes, taking control of his anger.

Later, he thinks. Now not. When the time is right. When Zoe and Lena is with him again. When this bastard can't separate us again. Nothing else matters. Nothing but them.

"Fuck you, Flag." Deadshot said aloud.

Morana

The Soldier was close by.

She quietly waits for him to come closer.

He and his group of soldiers slowly walk into the office area, gun high and aimed. She inhales the air to get his scent. The Soldier smelled of fear and tension. It was like as if he knew that Sister was looking for him.

Then she caught his scent.

A growl erupted from her throat. The girl had been quiet but now sensing that the assassin himself was close by, her voice grew at the back of her mind. The more she ignores it, the louder her voice got.

The sooner she kills him; the sooner the girl will go quiet again.