Boomerang, Deadshot, Diablo, Harley, Killer Croc, Katana, and you were brought in from several top-notch prisons to Rick Flag.

You’d went on several missions together after the first few weeks. They wanted to use you guys for good.

Next mission: break open a facility to retrieve contained personnel. Seemed easy enough.

“So, what, we blow up that piece of rock?” Deadshot said, pointing at the cubic building from the roof you were all perched on.

“Don’t want to kill the allies inside,” Croc growled. Katana muttered something in Japanese under her breath — probably cursing the squad for their idiocy.

“Flag don’t pay us enough,” Boomerang observed in his heavy Australian accent.