Post by jayrow75 on Mar 22, 2016 12:22:04 GMT -5
Ultimate Suicide Squad # 1
Task Force X part 1
Somewhere in Washington, DC
A middle-aged black woman about 5 feet in height walks down a long hallway, in what appears to be a deserted office building. She strides purposefully toward a large set of double doors in front of her at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of them, she takes a deep breath and runs her left hand through her crew-cut brown hair before pushing both doors open and entering the room. The room is very dimly lit with shadows covering much of it. Three-quarters across the room is a barely visible desk with a man sitting behind it. He is completely covered in shadow.
“Have a seat, Ms. Waller.“ says the man, motioning to a chair a few feet in front of the desk.
“No thank you, Sir, I prefer to stand” she replies while taking a position a few feet from the desk with her arms crossed behind her back.
“To business then” the shadowy figure began “ The Commission has gone over all the paperwork you have submitted. Your plans are detailed and well thought out. You have full financial backing from The Commission. Task Force X is approved. Under the radar, you understand of course, we must retain plausible deniability.”
“Thank you, Sir” Amanda Waller interrupts.
“Not so fast, Ms. Waller, there is one condition.”
“What exactly would that be ?” Amanda asked suspiciously.
“We want our boy to lead your field ops. We call him Steel.”
Amanda pushes back “I don’t need any of your toy soldiers on my team. Besides, I already have a field leader. Ben Turner, he’s one of the best.”
“The Commission has a lot of money invested in Steel, so either he is on your team or you don’t have a team. I am a reasonable man, therefore the position of field leader is negotiable. You are, after all, in a position of leadership for a reason.” the shadowy figure remained calm, keeping an even tone.
“Your guy is in, but Ben is my choice. So are we a go ?” she voices firmly.
He answers with “Unofficially yes, officially this meeting never happened.”
“I’ll set things in motion.” Amanda turns and leaves.
As she exits the building, she pulls out her cell phone. While raising the phone to her ear, she is pressing the 3 button, speed dial is so efficient.
“It’s a go, proceed to Fort Bragg and commence with Phase II !” the head of Task Force X directs.
“Already there.” responds the voice on the other end of the line, just before hanging up.
Fort Bragg, NC
Ben Turner walks down the eerily quiet corridor. The black man is about 6 foot 3 inches, and has exceptionally large arms. The stubble he considers hair is already getting longer than he is comfortable with. Yet the goatee still suits him nicely. He doesn’t expect this to be that explosive. After all, he comes bearing good news. They’ve been locked up for two years now, without one word from Ben. He was the one who gave the order that landed them here. Once again Ben followed orders, by saying he never gave that original order at all. He’s there now to get them out. It’s taken a long time to be in a position to right the past.
The young MP escorting Ben to the cell begins to get his keys ready. It appears that they are getting close. Then the heavy metal door creaks loudly, echoing down the corridor, as the MP opens it. Ben is then waved into the cell by the MP. The cell is small and sterile, barely enough room for both men. Ben expected something like this, nothing on the concrete walls, only a plastic mirror. Simply a bunk, a toilet, and a sink. Of course it looks like you can bounce a quarter on the bunk. At least this cell had a tiny window to allow some natural light to get in. There laying in his bunk, as he does everyday, staring at the ceiling is Jefferson Pierce. He is a 6 foot 6 inch black man.
“What made you decide to finally show your ugly face here ? ” he asked Ben, without moving a muscle or looking towards him.
“I came to get you out of here.” he replied.
“712 days later ?, Why should I listen to anything you say, you lied at my hearing.” Jeff inquired, obviously getting angrier by the second.
With a look of regret and true sadness, “I was following orders Jeff.”
“Following orders ? Damn it I lost two years here. We all did, what about the others ?” he demands as he sits up, turns and places his feet on the floor.
“I’m trying to set this right, I’m here for all of you.” Ben informed his old friend.
“How are you going to do that? We were court martialed; found guilty; life sentences. You think we are going to break out just because you say so ?, If we had wanted to break out Ben, we would not be sitting here having this conversation.” Jefferson Pierce declared emphatically.
“What are you talking about ? You guys are powerless.” he questioned.
“We are only here because we believe in honor, we told the truth and accepted our fates for following orders. You were my commanding officer Ben. You gave me a direct order and I followed it. You perjured yourself on the stand. It doesn’t make a difference to me, I followed my orders. Just like I’m following orders staying here right now.” Standing face to face with Ben by now, almost threateningly. “We could have left any time we wanted to.” Balling his hand into a fist and holding it out a few inches from his leg. They could feel the electric current in the air, as it’s coursing through his body. Ben can see sparks appearing all around Jeff’s right fist. It reminds him of how a wall outlet looks when it shorts out.
“I thought you needed the belt to control your power ?” now Ben was a little confused.
“All life evolves, I adapted.”
“Looks like I brought the belt for nothing” he comments, only slightly sarcastic.
“So, after all this time, how are you proposing to make this right ? “ questioned Pierce.
“I’ve been authorized to grant you a full pardon and release contingent on your involvement in a new task force I’ve been assigned to.” he stated calmly.
“Task Force for what ? ” Jefferson asked suspiciously.
“Whatever your country needs you to do.” was the straight answer Ben supplied.
“How do I know we won’t be left out in the cold again ? ” Jefferson challenged.
“Because you’d answer directly to me, and I answer directly to Amanda Waller.” Ben replied with a smile beginning to light up his face.
At this, Jeff’s eyes brighten, “The wall’s behind this ? , I’m only in if Ray and Mari are in.”
“Looks like the Darkstars are back in action, Atom and Vixen already agreed.” he stated, fully smiling now.
“So when should I expect to be released ?” Jeff asked, feeling excited now.
“Right now. The paperwork is already processed. The others are waiting for us.” Ben Turner spoke through his smile while motioning for the MP to let them out.
San Antonio, Texas
An auburn haired man in his early twenties sits slouched in a drab green La-Z-Boy chair. He is lost in thought. ‘Hank Haywood, you’ll never amount to anything. Look at you, you’re not even average, you’re weak. You’re a loser.’ ‘Well not anymore, dozens of operations and over a year of healing have changed that.’
^Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock^
His train of thought is lost as he hears the knocking on the door. He stands, stretching “I’m coming, hold on.”
He opens the large mahogany door to find an average looking man in a dark business suit. The man removes his sunglasses from his face. “Mr. Haywood ?”
“Yes” Hank answers.
The businessman pulls a manilla folder from inside his suit coat and hands it over. As Hank takes it from him, the man says “You’ve been served” as he replaces his sunglasses and turns to walk away.
“What? But...” Hank mutters as the man continues to leave saying “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
Hank walks back into his house, slamming the big door hard.
^craaa-ck^
He turns and looks, almost surprised at the break in the door near the hinges. ‘Nuts, still getting used to this.’ he thinks. He sits the folder on his small dining room table already cluttered with bills. He is just about to sit back down in his faded chair when he hears the ringing of a phone. He picks up his cordless from a nearby stand. It isn’t ringing. He strains his hearing to find the source. He walks back to the dining table. It appears to be coming from the manilla folder. He opens the folder to find an incredibly thin cellular phone ringing at the lowest setting possible. He presses the button marked ‘Talk’ while positioning the phone near his ear.
“Mr. Haywood, you have been assigned to Task Force X. All pertinent information is inside the folder. Proceed to the designated meeting place specified within. Do your country proud son, failure is not an option.”
Iron Heights Prison Facility Central City, Missouri
The young woman, with shoulder length wavy brunette hair, is seated in her usual spot in front of a computer. Human interaction doesn’t compare to how invigorated and alive she feels while using the technology at her finger tips. The power seems infinite. She is cautious to control it; not allow it to consume her. Focusing on the immediate task at hand, she is rerouting the signal and bouncing it off three other satellites. It is impossible to be traced back to her or the Task Force. In the event that someone may be foolish enough to even attempt to trace the signal, she has installed a fail-safe to self-destruct the satellite. Make no mistake, this was not an easy challenge to overcome. Rumor had it Brother Eye’s programming was theoretically impossible to penetrate. Difficult yes, impossible, apparently not.
Amanda Waller had been very specific while outlining the duties expected of Sasha Bordeaux. The recruitment process was, in actuality pretty relentless. Yet Sasha just knew that Ms. Waller secretly admired her abilities. Of course it was unprofessional to admit it on the record. That explains the lack of praise. She had every intention of becoming invaluable to Amanda and Task Force X. Completing her assignments effectively and in a timely manner, Ms. Bordeaux never loses focus. The young computer whiz knows she is the only one who can accomplish the objectives put before her. Without her, and Brother Eye, they would be going into missions blind. That would be complete suicide.
Sasha lifts her head to look up from her monitors. She can hear voices becoming clearer as they get closer. Ben Turner comes into sight rounding a corner with 2 other black men and a very attractive african woman. “Hey, Sasha” he calls out while walking closer, “Where’s Amanda at ?”
Sasha replies coldly “She’s in the briefing room at the end of the hall.”
Ben leads the others down the hall feeling good about having his team back at his side. To him, it is as if no time has gone by. The Darkstars (as they were once called) are together and ready for any challenge. He turns to face his friends just before the double doors into the briefing room.
He takes a quick look at them, as if taking inventory of this scene.
“ Here we go.”
To Be Continued
Task Force X part 1
Somewhere in Washington, DC
A middle-aged black woman about 5 feet in height walks down a long hallway, in what appears to be a deserted office building. She strides purposefully toward a large set of double doors in front of her at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of them, she takes a deep breath and runs her left hand through her crew-cut brown hair before pushing both doors open and entering the room. The room is very dimly lit with shadows covering much of it. Three-quarters across the room is a barely visible desk with a man sitting behind it. He is completely covered in shadow.
“Have a seat, Ms. Waller.“ says the man, motioning to a chair a few feet in front of the desk.
“No thank you, Sir, I prefer to stand” she replies while taking a position a few feet from the desk with her arms crossed behind her back.
“To business then” the shadowy figure began “ The Commission has gone over all the paperwork you have submitted. Your plans are detailed and well thought out. You have full financial backing from The Commission. Task Force X is approved. Under the radar, you understand of course, we must retain plausible deniability.”
“Thank you, Sir” Amanda Waller interrupts.
“Not so fast, Ms. Waller, there is one condition.”
“What exactly would that be ?” Amanda asked suspiciously.
“We want our boy to lead your field ops. We call him Steel.”
Amanda pushes back “I don’t need any of your toy soldiers on my team. Besides, I already have a field leader. Ben Turner, he’s one of the best.”
“The Commission has a lot of money invested in Steel, so either he is on your team or you don’t have a team. I am a reasonable man, therefore the position of field leader is negotiable. You are, after all, in a position of leadership for a reason.” the shadowy figure remained calm, keeping an even tone.
“Your guy is in, but Ben is my choice. So are we a go ?” she voices firmly.
He answers with “Unofficially yes, officially this meeting never happened.”
“I’ll set things in motion.” Amanda turns and leaves.
As she exits the building, she pulls out her cell phone. While raising the phone to her ear, she is pressing the 3 button, speed dial is so efficient.
“It’s a go, proceed to Fort Bragg and commence with Phase II !” the head of Task Force X directs.
“Already there.” responds the voice on the other end of the line, just before hanging up.
Fort Bragg, NC
Ben Turner walks down the eerily quiet corridor. The black man is about 6 foot 3 inches, and has exceptionally large arms. The stubble he considers hair is already getting longer than he is comfortable with. Yet the goatee still suits him nicely. He doesn’t expect this to be that explosive. After all, he comes bearing good news. They’ve been locked up for two years now, without one word from Ben. He was the one who gave the order that landed them here. Once again Ben followed orders, by saying he never gave that original order at all. He’s there now to get them out. It’s taken a long time to be in a position to right the past.
The young MP escorting Ben to the cell begins to get his keys ready. It appears that they are getting close. Then the heavy metal door creaks loudly, echoing down the corridor, as the MP opens it. Ben is then waved into the cell by the MP. The cell is small and sterile, barely enough room for both men. Ben expected something like this, nothing on the concrete walls, only a plastic mirror. Simply a bunk, a toilet, and a sink. Of course it looks like you can bounce a quarter on the bunk. At least this cell had a tiny window to allow some natural light to get in. There laying in his bunk, as he does everyday, staring at the ceiling is Jefferson Pierce. He is a 6 foot 6 inch black man.
“What made you decide to finally show your ugly face here ? ” he asked Ben, without moving a muscle or looking towards him.
“I came to get you out of here.” he replied.
“712 days later ?, Why should I listen to anything you say, you lied at my hearing.” Jeff inquired, obviously getting angrier by the second.
With a look of regret and true sadness, “I was following orders Jeff.”
“Following orders ? Damn it I lost two years here. We all did, what about the others ?” he demands as he sits up, turns and places his feet on the floor.
“I’m trying to set this right, I’m here for all of you.” Ben informed his old friend.
“How are you going to do that? We were court martialed; found guilty; life sentences. You think we are going to break out just because you say so ?, If we had wanted to break out Ben, we would not be sitting here having this conversation.” Jefferson Pierce declared emphatically.
“What are you talking about ? You guys are powerless.” he questioned.
“We are only here because we believe in honor, we told the truth and accepted our fates for following orders. You were my commanding officer Ben. You gave me a direct order and I followed it. You perjured yourself on the stand. It doesn’t make a difference to me, I followed my orders. Just like I’m following orders staying here right now.” Standing face to face with Ben by now, almost threateningly. “We could have left any time we wanted to.” Balling his hand into a fist and holding it out a few inches from his leg. They could feel the electric current in the air, as it’s coursing through his body. Ben can see sparks appearing all around Jeff’s right fist. It reminds him of how a wall outlet looks when it shorts out.
“I thought you needed the belt to control your power ?” now Ben was a little confused.
“All life evolves, I adapted.”
“Looks like I brought the belt for nothing” he comments, only slightly sarcastic.
“So, after all this time, how are you proposing to make this right ? “ questioned Pierce.
“I’ve been authorized to grant you a full pardon and release contingent on your involvement in a new task force I’ve been assigned to.” he stated calmly.
“Task Force for what ? ” Jefferson asked suspiciously.
“Whatever your country needs you to do.” was the straight answer Ben supplied.
“How do I know we won’t be left out in the cold again ? ” Jefferson challenged.
“Because you’d answer directly to me, and I answer directly to Amanda Waller.” Ben replied with a smile beginning to light up his face.
At this, Jeff’s eyes brighten, “The wall’s behind this ? , I’m only in if Ray and Mari are in.”
“Looks like the Darkstars are back in action, Atom and Vixen already agreed.” he stated, fully smiling now.
“So when should I expect to be released ?” Jeff asked, feeling excited now.
“Right now. The paperwork is already processed. The others are waiting for us.” Ben Turner spoke through his smile while motioning for the MP to let them out.
San Antonio, Texas
An auburn haired man in his early twenties sits slouched in a drab green La-Z-Boy chair. He is lost in thought. ‘Hank Haywood, you’ll never amount to anything. Look at you, you’re not even average, you’re weak. You’re a loser.’ ‘Well not anymore, dozens of operations and over a year of healing have changed that.’
^Knock-Knock-Knock-Knock^
His train of thought is lost as he hears the knocking on the door. He stands, stretching “I’m coming, hold on.”
He opens the large mahogany door to find an average looking man in a dark business suit. The man removes his sunglasses from his face. “Mr. Haywood ?”
“Yes” Hank answers.
The businessman pulls a manilla folder from inside his suit coat and hands it over. As Hank takes it from him, the man says “You’ve been served” as he replaces his sunglasses and turns to walk away.
“What? But...” Hank mutters as the man continues to leave saying “Don’t shoot the messenger.”
Hank walks back into his house, slamming the big door hard.
^craaa-ck^
He turns and looks, almost surprised at the break in the door near the hinges. ‘Nuts, still getting used to this.’ he thinks. He sits the folder on his small dining room table already cluttered with bills. He is just about to sit back down in his faded chair when he hears the ringing of a phone. He picks up his cordless from a nearby stand. It isn’t ringing. He strains his hearing to find the source. He walks back to the dining table. It appears to be coming from the manilla folder. He opens the folder to find an incredibly thin cellular phone ringing at the lowest setting possible. He presses the button marked ‘Talk’ while positioning the phone near his ear.
“Mr. Haywood, you have been assigned to Task Force X. All pertinent information is inside the folder. Proceed to the designated meeting place specified within. Do your country proud son, failure is not an option.”
Iron Heights Prison Facility Central City, Missouri
The young woman, with shoulder length wavy brunette hair, is seated in her usual spot in front of a computer. Human interaction doesn’t compare to how invigorated and alive she feels while using the technology at her finger tips. The power seems infinite. She is cautious to control it; not allow it to consume her. Focusing on the immediate task at hand, she is rerouting the signal and bouncing it off three other satellites. It is impossible to be traced back to her or the Task Force. In the event that someone may be foolish enough to even attempt to trace the signal, she has installed a fail-safe to self-destruct the satellite. Make no mistake, this was not an easy challenge to overcome. Rumor had it Brother Eye’s programming was theoretically impossible to penetrate. Difficult yes, impossible, apparently not.
Amanda Waller had been very specific while outlining the duties expected of Sasha Bordeaux. The recruitment process was, in actuality pretty relentless. Yet Sasha just knew that Ms. Waller secretly admired her abilities. Of course it was unprofessional to admit it on the record. That explains the lack of praise. She had every intention of becoming invaluable to Amanda and Task Force X. Completing her assignments effectively and in a timely manner, Ms. Bordeaux never loses focus. The young computer whiz knows she is the only one who can accomplish the objectives put before her. Without her, and Brother Eye, they would be going into missions blind. That would be complete suicide.
Sasha lifts her head to look up from her monitors. She can hear voices becoming clearer as they get closer. Ben Turner comes into sight rounding a corner with 2 other black men and a very attractive african woman. “Hey, Sasha” he calls out while walking closer, “Where’s Amanda at ?”
Sasha replies coldly “She’s in the briefing room at the end of the hall.”
Ben leads the others down the hall feeling good about having his team back at his side. To him, it is as if no time has gone by. The Darkstars (as they were once called) are together and ready for any challenge. He turns to face his friends just before the double doors into the briefing room.
He takes a quick look at them, as if taking inventory of this scene.
“ Here we go.”
To Be Continued