Suicide Squad Page #4

Wonderful.

Have a good time, scumbag.

Straighten up.

She had a mouth.

Listen up!

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.

You disobey me, you die.

You try to escape, you die.

You otherwise irritate or vex me,

and guess what?

You die.

I'm known to be quite vexing.

I'm just forewarning you.

Lady, shut up!

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.

So was that like a pep talk?

Yeah.

That was a pep talk.

There's your sh*t.

Grab what you need for a fight.

We're wheels up in 10.

You might wanna work on

your team motivation thing.

- You heard of Phil Jackson?

- Yeah.

He's like the gold standard, okay?

Triangle, b*tch.

Study

what?

Yo, get out of here.

Won't fit anymore?

Too much junk in the trunk?

Nah.

Every time I put this on,

somebody dies.

And?

I like putting it on.

Goody.

Something tells me a whole lotta

people are about to die.

Yeah, it's us.

We're being led to our deaths.

Speak for yourself, mate.

Hey, what's that crop on your face?

Does it wash off?

Hey, if you like a girl, can you

light her cigarette with your pinkie?

Because that would be real classy.

Hey, y'all might wanna

leave old boy alone.

He could torch this whole joint.

Ain't that right, ese?

Ain't got nothing to worry

about from me.

I'm cool, homie.

Behold the voice of god.

For those of you who

don't know me officially...

My name is Amanda Waller.

There's an active terrorist event

in midway city.

I want you to enter the city,

rescue hvt-1 and get them to safety.

I'm sorry.

For those of us who don't speak good guy,

what is HVT-1?

The only person that

matters in the city,

the one person you can't kill.

Complete the mission, you get

time off your prison sentence.

Fail the mission, you die.

Anything happens to colonel Flag,

I'll kill every single one of you.

Remember, I'm watching.

I see everything.

There's your pep talk.

Compared to your sh*t, she killed it.

So that's it?

What, we some kind of suicide squad?

I'll notify your next of kin.

Alpha, bravo team.

Mount up!

Your' late.

I was busy.

I beg you.

Please have mercy.

This is katana.

She's got my back.

She can cut all of you in half

with one sword stroke...

Just like mowing the lawn.

I would advise

not getting killed by her.

Her sword traps

the souls of its victims.

Harley Quinn.

Nice to meet you.

Love your perfume.

What is that?

The stench of death?

Whoa.

Easy, cowgirl.

Ain't that kind of mission.

Have a seat.

She seems nice.

I'm coming for you

Shhh...

Hey.

Is he suppose

to be green like that?

Oh.

Party foul.

Not cool.

Ooo.

Look at that pretty lights!

Are you guys seeing this?

What happened?

Terror attack.

Dirty bombs, bad guys

shooting up the place with AKs.

You know, usual sh*t.

Right.

Yeah, you're a bad liar.

I don't know if they told you...

But I'm a hitman.

I'm not a fireman.

I don't save people.

Anything for a dollar, right?

You know the dark places, too.

Don't act like you don't.

I'm a soldier.

And you're a serial killer

who takes credit cards.

When the shooting starts,

and it will,

you'll cut and run.

6-1 is going down.

6-1 is going down hard.

Stand by. Drop the ramp.

Drop the ramp.

Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

Go, go!

Come on!

All right. All right. All right.

Relax.

What a ride!

We're okay. We're okay.

Assets are undamaged.

Mind games.

- What's that?

- All this bomb in the neck crap.

That ain't real, mate

see, they're trying to trap us

with our own minds, right?

But you look around,

we're free, brah.

How do you know this?

Just trust me.

I know, all right? It's a con.

Now I'm going,

because I got a life to live.

Question is, are you coming?

- Yeah.

- Smart.

Where're you going?

Hold your fire.

Sorry.

It's what I do.

Nanite detonation control armed

damn it.

Now that's killer app.

Okay.

You wanna keep playing

the Hollywood squares version of

"I'll blow your freaking head off?"

Are you next?

You tripping, homie.

You next, Deadshot?

Did you just threatened me?

Oh, yeah.

He just threatened me.

Move.

You have a boyfriend?

All right, I'm gonna kill him.

Well, you better make it quick 'cause

he's gonna kill all of us one by one.

I'm gonna drop him, the sword lady.

5 or 7 of these seals.

After that, I'm gonna need some help,

you down?

Always.

What about the sh*t in our necks?

Your friend's gonna

help us out with that, right?

You're my friend, too.

Stay evil, doll face.

Spread the word.

So, I'm thinking if we move together

we can kill all of these guys

and go our separate ways, yeah?

Sounds good.

Spread the word.

Psst, hoy.

Hoy.

We need your help, man.

When the time is right,

you hit Flag with a fireball,

he'll be too busy burning to death

to have a go at us with his final doom.

Then what?

Then we get out of here.

And do what?

What are you, a bloody socker?

Ease with all the questions.

Freedom, man.

Freedom, you remember that, don't you?

We're criminals, you know that, right?

Yeah, it's great.

Come on, do the bastard.

Hey, becareful.

- He eats people.

- Solemn mother superia, what?

He eats people for reals, homie.

He's a cannibal.

Ah.

No.

What did you say to him?

Nothing.

Just having a laugh.

No worries.

I'm standing by

for follow on tasking.

C2, what is the

operational load of the PLS?

Boss, we got people up here.

I'm on my way.

Sh*t!

Amanda, we have hostiles up ahead.

Flag, get out of there.

We're not here to fight them.

We know that doesn't work.

Copy that.

We're diverting.

Bump out second squad

two blocks east.

We'll pass through you,

continue north.

Take bravo two blocks east.

We'll leapfrog through you

once you're in position.

Copy that.

Hey.

I like these odds, mate.

You just say the word.

Yeah.

Come on.

Yeah.

Uh.

Hold that thought.

Rick, why do they look like that?

Stay cool.

What the hell are they?

You cut and run.

I'll blow your head off.

Damn it.

Hit 'em!

Huh.

Hey.

Get off me!

Get off me, you son of a...

Flag!

- Good riddance.

- Harley!

He dies, we die.

- Thanks.

- Shut up.

Backblast, clear!

Pinky.

That's how I cut and run.

Hey.

Hey, come on.

What?

I saw it move.

See? It flinched.

I think.

Hey.

You were some help, Princess.

It's better this way.

Trust me.

Oh, yeah.

You're the fire bloke. Eh?

- Yeah, I was. Yeah.

- Right, yeah. Hey.

Well, look at here.

It's fire!

The brief said terrorist.

- You want to start explaining this?

- If I told you, would you believe me?

- What are they?

- I don't know.

That's bullshit.

Thing is, he owned a $3000 watch.

Is that a person?

It was.

Now it's not.

Hey, don't!

What?

We got a job to do.

We're moving.

Get your boys moving.

Let's go.

Waller, we are moving on the objective.

We lost contact with bravo,

you got a visual?

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