Second Squad

Chapter 1

It was dark and it was raining. 

"She's late. As always.", mumbled George West, the director of the Metahuman Entity Removal Foundation, a program dedicated to removing any metahumans from the public eye. Metahumans are humans with extraordinary powers, and people such as the M.E.R. Foundation feel it is unsafe to have these metahumans in public, for their powers may be too dangerous for the ordinary people. George and his vice CEO of the M.E.R. Foundation, Bobby Jones, were waiting for Martha Walker, a lady who had an idea. 

Martha entered the restaurant where the two men were awaiting her. She folded up her umbrella, and sat down where she took off her fur coat, and reached in her purse. 

"I apologize for my bad timing, gentlemen. The taxi driver lost clear vision up in the rain. I appreciate your patience.", she said, placing a white binder that was full of papers and file folders on the table. 

"It's quite alright, Miss Walker. I presume you have your data?", George nodded. 

"Indeed.", she said opening the binder. "Gentlemen, I want to start a program where we use the world's most dangerous people for the world's most heroic acts. A second Suicide Squad, if you will."

"If I may, Miss Walker, please. The Suicide Squad was a success but we cannot recreate that. You and your mother had your little fun with your gang of hooligans but the fun is over. We can no longer rely on these new freaks and weirdos like we did back then.", Bobby spoke. 

"That's where your wrong, Mr. Jones. You see, we can, in fact, rely on these new freaks and weirdos like we did back then. We have them at our disposal.", she replied, gesturing towards the waiter. 

"What do you mean?", George asked, accepting his coffee from the waiter.

"This binder contains all of the inmates held at Maxamillion State - the largest and most complex prison for metahuman and the like.", Martha placed her hand on the binder cover. "We've examined the subjects we feel are acceptable for this operation." 

"May we see the files you have on the subjects?", George said, intrigued. 

"If I didn't let you take a look, I wouldn't have brought this with me.", she smirked, opening the binder to a criminal report of a white, broad-looking boy with jet black hair and little curls. 

"Meet Kon-El, a boy from the planet of Krypton. Once he surfaced to a citizen on this planet, the government dubbed his Earth name to 'Conner Kent'. He's held at Maxamillion State for almost destroying the planet. He stopped many non-human villains who were drawn by his incredible power, but Conner destroyed buildings and some lives in the process. Knowing this, the government forced Conner to spend countless days in the hands of Maxamillion State."

"I'm sorry, but how did these kids even get their abilities in the first place? Illegal genetic engineering, that's how. These kids deserve to be held here.", Bobby angrily pounded his fist on the table. 

"If you must know, these are the children of our saviors from prior generations. We all loved how Superman stopped Zed from destroying the world, but when these children were born, you decided that they were unfit for society. Now, with that out of the way, let's move on.", she replied, frowning at Bobby. 

She turned to a page with a white, serious-looking boy with black hair and continued. "Some subjects do not need special powers in order to be kept here. Tim Drake, Red Robin - son of Nightwing. Martial Arts master, 10th rank black belt in just about anything you can name. He's kept here for having an explosive outrage over the death of his father. Nearly killed someone. He's also done graffiti as a kid. Either way, we were lucky enough to stop him, but examining his hard-earned stamina and endurance has told us to lock him up." 

She flipped over to a page with a serious-looking, muscular, black male with a white buzz cut. 

"Jackson Hyde, Aqualad. The adopted son of Aquaman. Hyde can breathe, communicate, and can easily move around underwater. Being part of the Atlantian species, he can also create hydro swords that can shift into various items, and he can use hydrokinesis, or being able to control water with the mind. As an added bonus, he can discharge electricity from his hands, like an electric eel. Basically, he's a real-world black Neptune. He's here for almost flooding the world by accident.", Martha explained. 

She flipped over to a white, lean, brown-haired boy who seemed to be smirking in his mugshot. "Bart Allen, Kid Flash, son of The Flash. While this boy can't run as fast as The Flash, he can still run up to the speed of sound, and I think we can all agree that that's still pretty damn fast. Being that fast, he can create whirlpools, tornadoes, sandstorms, and he can run on water." 

"So what's he at Maxamillion for?", George asked. 

"Well, where would you keep a reckless rebel who completely cleaned out 12 of the biggest banks in the America in under an hour?", Martha replied, sarcastically, flipping to a blonde girl.

"Artemis Crock, or simply: Artemis. One of the most skilled archers in the world. She's here because, well, she's just too skilled at the bow and arrow to be kept out in the real world.", Martha explained. 

She then flipped to a green girl with dark red hair. 

"Last, but not least, Megan Morse, Miss Martian. She is near invulnerable, and has telekinetic abilities that can surpass far beyond any standard containment. She's in a special chamber for nearly destroying the world.", Martha closed her book, leaving the subject files on the table. 

"And, just what do you expect us to do with these men and women, assuming the government actually approves of this outrageous idea?", Bobby asked. 

"Take the bad, get the good. My mother started this project with the original Suicide Squad, and I will continue in her footsteps. We can have a safer planet with these kids. All we have to do is persuade them, and persuade the government.", Martha explained. 

"Just how are you going to do that, Miss Walker?", George looked at her in disbelief. 

Martha smiled and gathered her things. Before she exited the restaurant, she turned to the two gentlemen, who were still baffled at the dinner table. She smirked. 

"I have my ways.", she said.

She then left the establishment, into the dark evening.