Suicide Squad: Hell to Pay Page #2

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Little Crystal's warmed up to us considerably.

And then there's Copperhead, AKA

Sameer Park, a meta contortionist

heavily into extreme

body modification.

If his bio tech tail isn't repulsive

enough, he also shoots acid venom.

Say hello, Copperhead.

The last is Bronze Tiger,

AKA Ben Turner.

Ex-CIA, then vigilante.

Possibly the greatest

martial artist in the world.

If it weren't for his vow never to take

an innocent life, I'd put him incharge.

(GRUNTING)

I can feel the love.

Open wide, Ms. Frost.

Bite me.

(SCREAMS)

Thank you. Try not to move.

We wouldn't want the appartus

to go off accidentally.

It happened once

to the ten-eyed man.

Who?

Exactly.

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GIGGLES)

(SIGHS)

Insertion's complete.

Task force X is

locked and loaded.

Woo-hoo!

What's this all about, Waller?

This is about making me

happy, Tiger.

This time I'm searching

for something special.

A lost card.

Just call the bank, honey.

They'll get you a new one.

What's it got?

Some kind of code?

You might say.

The last person who had it

was this man.

He calls himself "Steel Maxim."

Seriously?

WALLER:
Late 20s, no distinguishing

marks, except for a tramp stamp.

An Egyptian Ankh.

We think he played a part

in the card's disappearance.

But he's been hard

to track down.

Find him, and I'll slice a year

of all your sentences.

Oh, great, only 87 more

suicide missions to go.

Cheers, Waller.

One more thing.

This one's off the grid.

You'll be dealing with me

directly and only me.

Deadshot will be

your team leader.

I told you before, Waller, I don't

take orders from murderers.

Not even if I said, "Please"?

I answer to a higher authority.

Higher than Waller? That

sounds like blasphemy, mate.

I'd say maybe we should

take this outside.

But that's up to her.

WALLER:
Settle down, love birds.

It's too early to start

losing your heads just yet.

I've requisitioned

this vehicle for your mission.

FROST:

You're kidding?

WALLER:
Like I said,

this one is off the books.

No hotels...

(GIGGLING) Roadtrip!

I guess that'll save us from having

to explain him to the concierge.

Hiss.

Hey, we got cheese dogs

and Chicken Nuggies!

Blow me up now.

- (HORN HONKING)

- (TIRES SCREECHING)

(HISSES)

(INAUDIBLE)

(CHUCKLES)

It's about time.

Your late, you waste of flesh.

ZOOM:
Banshee, is that any way

to talk to our associate?

Please, see him in.

Word is, they gave her

six months tops,

so really wants the card

bad now.

It's all there, all the information

Waller has on the card.

Your text said

she sent out Task Force X.

Last night,

I tried to get these to you

sooner, but I have to be careful.

The Wall has eyes everywhere.

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