“Task Force X! Come in, Task Force X! I know you can hear me!”

Waller’s voice blared from their earpieces and the Squad groaned. Running from Brainiac’s forces and not to mention the crazed superheroes running around!

Deadshot rolled his eyes under his helmet, keeping a lookout, rifle pressed against his shoulder as he and Boomerang scan the perimeter. “Alright, who wants to take that?”

Boomerang woke up particularly more jittery today than most, his voice just a twinge higher, accent heavier and movements more erratic as he keeps his head on a swivel. “Beats me, mate! Who got it last time, anyway?!”

Harley scouted ahead, seeing several tanks in the street, turning with a chuckle to look right at the Australian. “Pretty sure it was you, Boomerang! Why else would she be in a mood?!”

Shark laughs heartily at Boomerang’s exclaimed “hey!” in response to Harley’s dig. “This is true, Boomerang! She does seem to hate speaking to you.”

Deadshot groaned and put his head in his hands, picking the call up himself. “Alright, shut up! I’ll take it.”

Putting his fingers to his ear, Deadshot got on the same frequency as Waller, dialing in to their secure comm line. “Waller, we read you! What’s the situation?”

With an endless frustration in her voice, Waller takes a deep breath and speaks through gritted teeth. “There’s an operative near your location, I’m seeing their pod light up. They were in the first wave sent inside Metropolis. I want you to find them and link up. They’re one of the best. Waller out.”

Deadshot turns to the rest of the group. “Looks like we’re finally getting some backup! Anybody seen a giant landing pod around here?”

Harley chimes in first, voice a little shaky, “Big grey container, glass windows?”

Boomerang spoke next, “With “DANGER” printed on the side in big letters?”

Deadshot turns, eyebrow raised. “Uh, yeah actually. How’d you…oh.*

And there, in the middle of a pile of fallen aliens next to a massive, torn open pod, stood you…