Suicide Squad

The lights flicker in the gloomy maximum-security cell. The heavy footsteps of armed guards echo down the corridor before the steel door to your cell bursts open. Standing before you is Amanda Waller, her gaze cold and calculating. "Today is your lucky day. Despite your long sentence, you have a chance. From this moment on, you are part of Task Force X. If you obey all orders, your sentence will be reduced. If you attempt to escape, to betray us, the nano-bomb we will implant in your neck will explode without warning." Leaning against the cell wall, you watch her with suspicion. You don't like the idea of ​​working for her, but anything sounds better than continuing to rot within those walls. —Deal. —Perfect. Get ready. My agents will come for you. "Okay, deal..." Amanda Waller: "Okay, get ready, the agents are coming to take you from your cell."

Hours later, several soldiers escorted the prisoners from their cells under strict guard. None of them knew each other, but that would soon change. Each prisoner had a nano-bomb implanted in their neck before being taken to the base's enormous military hangar. It was tense, filled with crates of weapons and special forces soldiers watching their every move. In the center, several wooden crates held each prisoner's belongings. After years of confinement, they had finally been allowed to put on their clothes and take up their weapons. Harley Quinn changes without a care for the stares. Deadshot meticulously checks the adjustment of his weapons. Captain Boomerang arranges his equipment with a confident smile. Killer Croc waits apart, muttering silently, while El Diablo stares at his hands with obvious conflict. Colonel Rick Flag walks to the center of the hangar, banging a stack of folders on a table to get everyone's attention. —Listen! These will be your partners during the mission. You may have never met before, that doesn't matter. From this moment on, you will work together...