Fire And Water (Suicide Squad FanFic)

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An entire group of National Security officers sat at a long table in the Pentagon. A man at the head of the table spoke, "What if Superman had decided to fly down, rip off the roof of the white house... And grab the President of the United States right out of the oval office? Who would've stopped him? We got contingency plans for nukes in north Korea... Anthrax in our mail. We got fluoride in our water. But what happens if the next Superman... Becomes a terrorist? Amanda Waller has a plan. Amanda." he introduced a strong woman who walked to the front of the room quickly,
"I wanna build a team of some very bad people who I think can do some good. Like fight the next war, defeat the next Superman." She explained simply.
"Not on my watch. You're not putting those monsters back out on the street in our name." one of the men interjected.
"General, we run them covertly non-attributed. Strictly need to know. And if they get caught, we throw them under the bus. The next war will be fought with these metahumans. Ours, or theirs. We're not the only ones kicking up rocks looking for them." Amanda continued.
"You know we can't control these people." the same man furthered.
Amanda placed a suitcase on the table, and looked over to a small woman sitting nervously against one wall, a man next to her, comforting her.
"Dr. Moone." Amanda called, the girl walked over swiftly, and stood in front of the table. She pulled off her glasses and placed her hand on the table. "Enchantress." she whispered. A dark hand began to grip her own from the underneath, then suddenly her hand flipped, and her whole body had transformed.
"Meet the enchantress. Everything we know about her, is in your briefing packs. She's walked this earth for a very long time and will likely be here when we're long gone." Amanda informed them.
"This meeting is-is now a magic show?" that same General pressed.
"Magic or not, this girl can do some pretty incredible things. Go get it, girl." Amanda instructed Enchantress. She looked into the briefcase and gritted her teeth as she saw her heart. The lights flickered as the table shook, and The Enchantress disappeared for a mere second, only to appear at the General's side, slamming a folder down onto the table next to him.
"How about a little something from the Weapons ministry vault in Tehran?" Amanda asked.
"We've been chasing these plans for years." The General stated as he looked through the first few pages of the folder, Amanda smiled. Enchantress began poking and pressing the General's shoulder,
"Please don't touch me. Please don't touch me." the General asked.
"Thank you. We'd like Dr. Moone back." Amanda instructed. Enchantress stared defiantly at her for a moment. Amanda pressed a sharp tool into her heart in the briefcase, causing a green light to escape her body as she screamed in pain, "Enchantress." she whispered out and her body transformed back into Dr. Moone. She was shaking and her nerves were worn thin. The man who sat next to her before, walked up to her, with a look of concern across his face.
"Please. Please. I'm sorry. I can't-I can't do that again." Dr. Moone pleaded.
"Flag, get her out of here." Amanda ordered, Flag held Dr. Moone close as he walked her out of the meeting.
"Alright. You've established that you can control the witch. All the others villains have what you call, 'leverage' Except for one, Chato Santana. He could light up the entire force with one wave of his hand, how would you stop that? Amanda?" The General reasonably asked, causing Amanda to smirk.
"I've already thought of that, General." she said as she pushed a button on the remote in her hand. The screen behind her suddenly changed to show a small girl with pale-white skin, large-blue eyes, and vibrant-orange hair. She was standing in the empty room, wearing only a robe. A piece of sheet metal was hanging from the ceiling beside her. Amanda turned to face the table once more.
"Meet, Demetria. She was gifted, and cursed. She can bend water to her will, produce it from thin air, pressurize it, turning it into a fierce weapon, and she can turn herself completely into water. She isn't a villain. She is merely another metahuman. Who we wish to use on our side of these efforts."
Amanda explained. Seeing the disbelieving faces of the people around her, she turned back to Demetria and pushed a button on an intercom on the wall.
"Demetria, I want you to produce water from your palms for me." Amanda instructed.
Demetria nodded and aimed her palms out towards the glass. She seemed to be focusing slightly. All of a sudden a tidal wave of water rushed from her palms, drenching the glass and the floor beneath her before running down the drain in the center of the room.
"Now, cut that piece of sheet metal in half." Amanda instructed further.
Demetria nodded as she turned to face the metal. She aimed a steady finger at the large sheet and pressurized water began shooting out of the tip of it. When she was through, she turned to see a pleased look on Amanda's face. The name 'Demetria' was cut into the sheet metal, allowing you to see the wall behind it.
"Good enough, now if you wouldn't mind disintegrating yourself." Amanda finished, Demetria shook slightly from nerves. She took in a steadying breath and thought only of the pure oceans. Suddenly she felt her body begin to fade, as if she was melting into a pool of water. Her body was almost completely gone. If you looked close enough, you could see a translucent face in the rushing wall of water in the room. She quickly reintegrated into her human body, covering her upper and lower half of her body with her hands. Within 10 seconds, the robe reappeared on her body. Amanda flicked off the screen, turning once more to the table.
"Only drawback is that her clothes take a few seconds longer to reappear after she does. But she can keep El Diablo's fire doused if needed." Amanda finished with a sly grin.
"I move to... Authorize Amanda Waller to establish Task force X under the Argus program." One of the men stated.
"Alright." The General responded.
"Thank you Mr. Chairman." Amanda said gratefully, closing the meeting.
Amanda Waller, Rick Flag, June Moone, and Demetria's plane landed at Belle Reve. They were there to see the evil people Amanda had recruited. Demetria was merely there to see El Diablo, to familiarize herself with how he looks and talks.
"Welcome to Belle Reve, special security barracks. How you doing, man?" A man stepped forward and addressed Flag.
"Why don't you kiss her ass? She's in charge." he responded, referring to Amanda.
"Welcome, ma'am. How are you? I'm here to assist you in anyway." he explained.
"Where are they?" she asked simply. He instantly began leading them to the prisoners, starting with Harley Quinn. Amanda walked in alone, and watched Harley from above.
"Are you the devil?" Harley asked, leaning against the bars of her cage.
"Maybe." she answered coolly. Rick Flag went down to Killer Croc. he was doing push ups until Rick propped himself up on the bars to his sewer.
"Ain't you scared?" he asked as he approached the bars.
"Why'd they put you down here?" Flag asked him after a momentary pause.
"I asked." K.C. growled before walking away from Flag. Amanda, Flag, and Demetria headed to El Diablo's holding center next.
"Open that gate." Flag ordered and they quickly pulled open the gates so they could pass through.
"Yo, ese. Hola, amigo. Put that burrito down. You got visitors, man." a guard said as he tapped the cylinder El Diablo was trapped in. Demetria took a quick glance at him through the peephole before Flag pushed her aside to shove a tablet into the hole. Showing footage of him setting fire to an entire prison yard.
"That ain't me." El Diablo said, shaking his head.
"That wasn't you?" Amanda asked, taking the tablet away from the hole.
"Nah, they say it's me, but that ain't me. That guy's gone. He's dead." he continued.
"And yet, here you are." Amanda furthered.
"Ma'am. Let me try to talk to him. You wanna die in here, buddy? You got a real shot at walking the block again. Have a nice cold beer, a nice meal. A woman." Flag offered. El Diablo shook his head.
"Look, man... You ain't the first to ask, and you ain't gonna be the last." he stated evenly.
"Ask what?" Flag asked.
"I'm a man, okay? I ain't no weapon. I'mma die in peace before I raise my fists again. I've caused enough harm." he explained and then wove his hands in front of him, the word 'BYE' appearing in the air in flames. Demetria pushed Flag out of the way and waved her hands in front of her, the words 'I understand' formed in moving, watery letters in the air, before splashing to the ground. Demetria went back to the plane and stayed with June as Flag and Amanda went into a large room with a chained up Deadshot.
"All right, unlock him." Flag ordered.
"What?" the main guard asked.
"You heard me." Flag continued.
"You know what this man can do?" the guard asked again.
"I'm here to find out. Lose the restraints. Thank you" Flag finished.
"What? This uh... Cheerleading tryouts?" Deadshot asked sarcastically.
"Let's go. Let's see what you can do. They say you never missed a shot. Prove it." Flag demanded, Deadshot stepped forward, grabbed a gun, put a cartridge into it, and cocked it.
"Now you got one in the chamber. What cha' gonna do with it?" Flag asked. Deadshot turned and aimed the gun at the head guard's head.
"Give me the word, boss. I'll drop him." another guard stated as he aimed his weapon at Deadshot's head.
"Everybody calm down. Griggs, tell your men to stand down." Flag ordered
"Stand down!" Griggs yelled, the other guards lowering their weapons.
"Colonel, for the record, this is exactly what I was concerned about!" Griggs clarified.
"What's for dinner?" Deadshot asked.
"Ames, if this man shoots me... I want you to kill him... And I want you to go clear my browser history." Griggs said nervously, Deadshot smiled.
"See... The firing pin is filed down, right? Mag full of dummy rounds. If I pull the trigger, nothing happens." Deadshot said sadly.
"You're absolutely right. Why would we give a loaded weapon to an infamous hitman? Go ahead, pull the trigger. Empty it." Amanda taunted him.
"Don't empty nothing. You don't even know this lady. I've known you, like, nine months. Remember when I brought you that cookie? That was a real cookie." Griggs pleaded. Deadshot aimed the gun upwards and pulled the trigger, a bullet firing from the weapon.
"Aw, shit." Griggs yelled in fear as he backed away.
"What? Shit. Oops Oh... Y'all jokers must be crazy." Deadshot exclaimed as he began firing at all the targets, quickly picking up a new weapon when the current one ran out of ammo.
"All right. Now you know what you're buying. Let me tell you the price. First... I want outta here. Second, I want full custody of my daughter. All right? And her mom can have like... Supervised visits. But her stank ass boyfriend can't come. Darnell can't come." Deadshot explained once he emptied all the weapons, the holes in the metal targets, heads were glowing red.
"Darnell's out." Flag agreed.
He's out. Third, y'all gonna pay for my daughter's whole education. Best schools. And then I want her to go to college like Harvard or Yale." Deadshot continued.
"Ivy league." Flag clarified.
"Ivy league, yeah. One of them big joints, you know? And if she can't cut it, and her grades start slipping, I need you to white-people that thing. You know how y'all do."
"Oh yeah."
"You know, right? Okay. Now that's my price. But I'm concerned, 'cause I don't see nobody writing shit down." Deadshot continued.
"You're in no position to make any demands." Flag informed him.
"Oh. I'm sorry. You thought I was talking to you. No, errand boy. I'm talking to your boss. That's my price, sweetie. You know what it is." he finished as they handcuffed him and began dragging him away.
"You notice these are criminals? They're psychotic antisocial freaks. It makes no sense. Let me hit the tier one units and I'll build you a team of pipe hitters who'll do anything you can dream up. I mean, you need real soldiers. Not these scumbags." Flag flared as they were in a separate room.
"In World War 2, the US Navy made a deal with the mafia to protect it's ships on the waterfront." Amanda informed him.
"This ain't World War 2."
"It's World War 3." Amanda clarified.
"What are you really up to?" Flag asked.
"It's a "need to know", and, all you need to know is you work for me." Amanda said with a smirk.
"That can change with a phone call. I have friends too, you know." Flag responded.
"There you go. Call 'em. But without you minding her, your lady friend stays here strapped to a board in a drug-induced coma." Amanda threatened after she laid her phone on the desk beside him.
"They warned me about you. My dumbass didn't believe the stories." Flag said sadly.
"Nobody does." Amanda said with a smile on her face.