𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ; suicide squad

chapter 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

ˢⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ⁱⁿᶠᵃᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

໒꒰ྀི'🐍‧｡⋆

[ the big reveal ]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. She was a huffing mess, and you nearly turned around to check on her, but thought against it, given your earlier encounter.

You watched as Flag and GQ muttered lowly to one another, before the latter and a few other soldiers raced out the back door, which you assumed led to the roof.

Rick turned around just as you and the other villains walked further inside, quickly holding his hand up and speaking, "Wait here." Upon being met with skeptical looks, he continued, "I don't wanna give this dude a heart attack. Okay?"

"Aw, he's embarrassed of us!" Harley cooed.

"Hey, Flag!" Deadshot called, the man in question turning around. "This dude better cure cancer after all this shit."

He nodded wordlessly, and glanced at you, awaiting a collection of nasty words you always seemed to have up your sleeve just for him, but instead, you simply watched him with those unnerving snake-like eyes that had him turning back around and walking through the doorway when he entered the proper code.

He walked down the rickety flight of stairs with a yell, "You ready? Let's go."

God, you're gonna pissed... All of them are gonna be pissed, he thought to himself when the woman of the hour stood up. 

"You wouldn't have made it without them," Amanda Waller smirked.

"We got lucky. I don't do luck. I do planning and precision," he stated, walking towards her as she cleaned up her temporary office space.

"Admit it, Rick. I was right."

"Yeah, I told you to get on the damn truck," the colonel brushed off. "Why'd you stay?"

"I was studying your sister," she remarked, stepping backwards to gesture to the series of small screens on compiled to broadcast a joined frame. "She takes an average person; a yoga mum, an elderly retiree, and she turns them into a soldier who can take a headshot and still fight." She smiled with a shake of her head. "It's an instant army. How'd she do it, Flag? How'd she game the system with you watching her every move?"

Rick didn't answer, instead shuffling about on his feet before finally replying in a soft tone, "I'll accept the consequences."

"I am your consequence."

"You might need to be careful," a voice advised, and the pair turned, finding Floyd wandering down the steps. "They think we're rescuing Nelson Mandela."