“Unlock ‘em.”

Turning your head away from the blinding sun, you watched the soldiers reluctantly unlock the chains around your ankles and wrists, freeing you as well as the other shit-wrecks that were dragged into this ‘freedom opportunity’.

Colonel Rick Flag. The unlucky guy with a Southern accent seemingly in charge of this circus. You’d watched him begrudgingly stand next to Amanda Waller when she came to your cell with her proposal…it was natural to assume he’d been bribed into this as well, or something of the sort.

Stretching your sore muscles now that you’re free to stand, you turned your head to see Deadshot eye-to-eye with the Colonel, Harley Quinn fiddling with what was most likely a shank as she grins at a nearby soldier, and, Jesus- was that a crocodile? What a life you’ve lead when the skeleton-face-tattoo guy seemed the most reasonable one here.

A minute later you’d stared down most of the armed men circling your group, gained 2 new team members, Slipknot and the Aussie with a temper, and a so-so escape plan. Until-

“Listen up,” Flags barking tone snaps you out of your thoughts, “In your necks, injection you got, it’s a nanite explosive. It’s the size of a rice grain, but it’s powerful as a hand grenade.”

There goes the escape plan. At least until you could determine how real this bomb was…

“You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me, and guess what? You die. This is the deal; you’re going somewhere very bad, to do something that’ll get you killed. But until that happens, you’re my problem.”

How motivational.