No one, not even the prisoners, was expecting the breakout. A sudden explosion in the boiler room of Belle Reve, then another in the laundry room adjoining the male and female wings, and then the necessary cells opened. Deathstroke, Reverse-Flash, Black Manta, Deadshot, Mirror Master, Sportsmaster, Gorilla Grodd, Metallo, Captain Boomerang, Black Spider, Killer Frost, Plastique, Volcana, Captain Cold, Multiplex, King Shark, Parasite, Girder, Count Vertigo, Slipknot, Cheetah, David Cain, Ocean Master, Copperhead, Pied Piper, Weather Wizard, Ragdoll, Heatwave, El Diablo, Shrapnel, Bronze Tiger, Trickster, and Electrocutioner all had their cells "shook" open by the explosions. Some wandered out cautiously, some went running as fast as they could. A lot of guards were killed in the commotion, and a lot of other prisoners were shouting and begging to be let out, but no one paid them any attention. As soon as they got outside of Belle Reve's walls, they were tranqued and loaded into a van to be driven away. Eventually, all of them had been apprehended and were on their way to the arena, as well as the Arkham Asylum patients Strange had pulled out with little question.
When all 42 villains were in the same place, A.R.G.U.S. agents began loading them into the six metal rectangular crates, separated by team. They all knew where to place them, as the Suicide Games had been largely advertised by the board of directors, and most all of A.R.G.U.S. was looking forward to watching it. Certain agents, like Rick Flag and Steve Trevor, were away and hadn't yet been informed, but one would assume they wouldn't approve.
Once all the crates were loaded, they were transferred into a boom tube which took them to the arena, where they were levitated 900 feet above the ground. Slowly, each villain began waking up. They all found themselves in full costume, but all unarmed. Holograms of Waller, Eiling, Hamilton, Strange, Lord, and Rochev appeared in their team's corresponding crate once everyone was awake.
"Hello. My name is Amanda Waller."
"My name is General Wade Eiling."
"I am Emil Hamilton."
"You all know who I am."
"Hey, I'm Maxwell Lord."
"My name is Isabel Rochev."
"There are 35 other criminals in other crates who are being informed to kill you. But your goal is to kill them first." Waller began explaining, as the others did as well, in their own way. "Located in the middle of the drop zone is a large cornucopia consisting of all the necessary weapons to many of your own namesakes, as well as a few added bonuses. The arena you are in is set in a pocket dimension using Apokoliptian technology, and you will find many surprises in here. It's unlikely that all of you will survive, but once only one team remains with surviving members, the game is over. The survivors will have their criminal records wiped clean. Your crates will open as a countdown begins, and as soon as it reaches zero the games begin. Step out before zero, and you die. Now you're about to be dropped 900 feet, so I'd strap in." she concluded, her hologram fading away. Deathstroke and Sportsmaster each calmly strapped themselves in as the rest of their team scrambled to do it. One by one, the other directors finished explaining as their teams strapped in. Time ticked by until, with no warning, the crates began dropping.
There was a lot of screaming. No one knew when they were going to land, but every single one of them wanted it to stop. A lot of them had the thought that they would die on impact, but impact never came. All of the crates began slowing down, levitating a few inches above the ground before dropping and everyone had their straps removed as the crates opened. Everyone ran towards the edge of their crate but no one stepped out.
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Everyone was looking around at the other crates. A lot of them got pretty nervous when they saw their competition, and a lot of them got really comfortable with their chances.
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"Let the Suicide Games begin."