We're SKWAD Remember?

November 06, 2017:

Post Halloween the Suicide Squad is sent to hunt down the Enchantress.

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Fade In…

The day after Halloween. Waller had an interesting night she awoke to mysterious happenings around the heart of enchantress at strange hours, ones that forced her hand and made her stab the relic several times over to no avail.
The panic that followed forced the DEO regional director to actually deploy another team of the Suicide Squad's roster out after the Enchantress to take her down enough that she could be contained in the sphere housed in Belle Reve.
They never responded. All of their bio-signatures were snuffed out one by one.
Her last order? Send out someone Enchantress knows to talk her down and bring her back in.

Taskmaster is up to that, hes almost eager despite the grip of fear he has in there as well. He and the Enchantress have a small accord but its one that makes him feel like hes dangling on the claw of a giant cat, a mouse in a skull mask. HOPEFULLY she is the Doc when he arrives and not the Witch.

An Hour Later:
Somewhere in Slaughter Swamp outside of Gotham, away from the city… the dead are present. Their corpses litter the landscape, crooks, criminals, supervillains, those who thought they could take a lone woman.

A helicopter - the Sheba is incoming with a full group of armed men and women; Taskmaster sits in quietly watching those gathered. "So, bets on who gets to die today? Any takers?" Nervous laughter, 'a 'fuck you' and silence meet the talkative merc.

*

The Enchantress was more than happy to do some ritual magics. Slaughter Swamp is a place rich in magic, and since Waller was so kind as to send her some ritual sacrifices…well, she's made use of them. She's put several things in place to be ready for some of the magics she's working towards her greater goals. So for the moment, it's the Witch. She's already used yesterday's powerspike, and the sacrifices, but she's unwilling to give up the body before she has to. She looks up at the helicopter, dark eyes watching it descend impassively.

*

Briscoe puts the Sheba low enough the passangers can all hop out one by one and make for the swamp. Weapons prepped, powers on the ready they buckle down and start to follow the senior most Squad member here. The Taskmaster.
"Keep on my tail, ladies and gents. We have a fifty-fifty change of survival here."

"We are Squad, why just fifty-fifty? Thought our odds are lower." A spike haired man with a runners body asks. A piercing in his nose. His name is something ridiculous, the Milkman. Taskmaster doesn't understand it he just knows hes the most likeable of the crew.

"Fifty fifty is just the kicker. If we're dealing with Doctor Moone we will likely survive. If it's the Witch… we're all fucked three ways from sunday.

The line of men and women form up in a staggering lane moving from tree to tree in the misty swamp.
"Ahead, I see something!" Hanging from a tree there is indeed something. The female with the cat eyes and tawny short fur is correct, "It's a dead guy… " She whispers. Feline ears folding back and she whimpers. "I want to go now."

"Ignore it. Just gonna be more corpses ahead." Taskmaster chides as his sword cuts through a tangle of vines.

*

Fifty-fifty in the ultimate meaning of those odds…they're either going to survive or they're not. The Enchantress moves through the water, thigh-deep in the dark waters of the swamp, unheeding of it. She's by far the most dangerous thing in Slaughter Swamp; the notion of the wildlife doesn't bother her at all. She's not making any attempt to hide; she's walking towards the helicopter slowly. The bodies of the sacrifices are scattered through the swamp. What's left of them, at least. They didn't die pretty.

*

"Motion tracker picked up something." A man in a techno-headset announces, on his back is a connecting set of tubing, wires and mechanical components attached to a vest. Hardwire or some name. More people Taskmaster finds utterly forgetable.
"I'm feeling… uneasy." The catgirl says, "The hair on the back of my neck just went up."

Taskmasters shield bashes aside a hanging tree branch as he slaps aside more vines, "Yep. Thats going to happen. This swamp is spooky and we're hunting a witch… " Idiots. The skully bully grunts.

Briscoe in the Sheba begins to lift up so he can fly to the nearest airbase and refuel. He'll only leave the team briefly, if Enchantress is fast enough and bypasses the squad of men and women hunting her she can go after the chopper.

*

Dark words fall from the Enchantress' lips. She's used up the extra power she had yesterday, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have her normal powers…and those are pretty terrifying. The water near the incoming squad begins to ripple a bit, and then takes on a life of its own, bursting up to form a second skin over the members there. It's rather difficult…as in impossible…to breathe when you're surrounded by water. The exception being Taskmaster, who finds himself unmolested by the water.

*

One by one a chorus of burbling cries around Taskmaster silently wail out, the water engulfing the Suicide Squad around the mercenary, he spins and the sword and shield rise up, a defensive position with rounded metal forward, blade rested above it.
"Oh hell." He manages, his distorted voice won't be heard. All he can see is the terrified expressions as those men and women vanish underneath that new layer of transluscence. "You really don't need to kill them." Taskmaster adds, not that hes making a move to help them beyond that. Best not to piss her off further.

*

"No. I don't." The witch speaks in her unearthly voice; June's but an octave lower, with some reverb. "I assume you've been sent by Waller to collect me?" Mind you, she hasn't bothered to release the water around them. They can hold their breath. Or be patient.

*

"Collect. Talk you down. Maybe she wanted to dispose of me too. I dunno I'm just here at this point." Taskmaster says with a reluctant chuckle. The struggling forms in watery captivity swish around, the catgirl panicking the most as she claws wildly. Only exhausting herself.
"I don't think she accounted for Halloween an' how much the spooks like to come out during that in all of her omnipotence. You went AWOL. I think you scared her… now we all get to suffer for it." The stance Taskmaster is in doesn't subside.

*

The Witch considers that a moment. "I see no reason for the rest to suffer." Oddly charitable? She makes a gesture with her hand, and the water cocoons splash back down into the water of the swamp.

*

The five others with Taskmaster all collapse briefly, gasping and choking. The catgirl immediately trying to run away.
"STOP! Do…aw fuck it." Taskmaster exhales and looks at the others, hands on knees as they choke up water. It's then that he watches the heavy set man with arms that are a strange green coloration, a raged look on his face he points his fists at Enchantress and palms open up, peeling back to reveal green laval lamp like glowingbulbs that start to rev up, charging as if hes about to fire a shot.
Taskmaster's earlier warning unheaded he says in a lower, sardonic tone that sounds very dry, "Wait. No. Don't do it… you don't know what you're doing… " Idiots. Always working with idiots. This ones name was G3noc1de. It does include the numbers. Kids these days. One of those born when the green mists plagued the planet, a fresh new Inhuman deliquent that Waller scooped up.

*

Enchantress looks back, unmoved. "This one wants to die?" she asks Taskmaster. She was trying to give them their lives. But if this one wants to throw it away…

*

Taskmaster looks at the Nuhuman, "Chill it, pal. Shes giving you a chance."
"Fuck that. She almost drowned us and killed a whole bunch of our team. I'm wasting her!" /Genocide/ replies as those charged bio-plasma bolts flicker-flash off his palms to sail at the Witch.
"Your funeral." An easy quip from Taskmaster.

The catgirl stops running as she hears the bracelet on her wrist beeping rapidly. Quickly she turns around to run back and stop just out of range of the othrs. "Ohmygodohmygod. Waller wasn't lying about the explosives." Rookies.

*

There's an explosion of shadow and ash from where the Enchantress /was/. The bolts sear through the air in her place, while she appears behind the Nuhuman, her twin obsidian blades in her hands, as both thrust upwards towards his torso. If all goes as planned, he's going to be a shishkabob.

*

The newborn metahuman lifts off his feet as twin blades sever through his chest cavity from back to from. A gurgle sound not inspired by water but by blood this time breaks through. A wide eyed look around him and he fires off another charged pulse in to the sky and one in to the swamps, a tree buckles and falls over.
"OKAY the rest of you shitheels just ease the fuck down." Hardwire, Milkman, the one silent female and the Catgirl all just stare. Weapons up but they don't make a move. "Just… go sit by the pussy cat and take five. I got this." I think. "So… we done now?" This question for the supernatural entity known as Enchantress riding around in Doc Moone's body.

*

The blades dissolve into ash, letting him fall to the ground. She watches Taskmaster a long moment. "We're done." she says, and then suggests "You may want to come closer, to collect the body." Not the Nuhuman; fuck him. June.

*

At first Taskmaster isn't quite sure what she means as /Genocide/ splashes in to the swampy murk. Disappearing underneath to be claimed like all the Mobster desposits of Gotham. This swamp has a history indeed.
It's a slow take but he gets it, sword and shield sheath as he closes the distance slogging through the waves to get nearer Enchantress. A trick wouldnt be necessary. He can handle just about any fighter and some metas but this… this is even out of League. No words this time. Just action.

*

The Witch waits, till he's nearer. Near enough to make sure other hair-trigger idiots may not be able to intervene. Her lips part, and the word is spoken, the voice changing midway through. "Enchantress." With that, the explosion of shadow rolls off her, leaving June, in a sports bra and boyshorts. There's a momentary blink, and an expression that is very much one part "where the hell am I", one part "why does it smell so bad" and one part "why am I wet?"

*

Taskmaster has a level of respect for June that doesn't exit in the same sphere as others. A surprising motion has him swinging that heavy cloak he wears off his shoulders and around the Doc's own, the ends covered in gunk from the environment but it'll cover up her body. "Still lookin' good. Doc and well, you're a few miles outside of Gotham. The Enchantress went on a pagan party of her own… you probably don't want details but Satan sent me to pick you up."
The small crowd watching is staying at distance. Hushed whispering shooting between them.
"I'd love to answer more of your questions right now but we got to report in."
"Already on it Taskmaster!" Hardwire yells. "I got Waller on the line. She says get the package to Belle Reve for debrief. ASAP."

*

June starts shivering fairly quickly. Fall + Jersey + soaking wet. "W-what? Task? What happened?" She'll stay mostly close to him, following more on instinct than anything else. After all, she's used to him calling the shots.

*

"I guess a girl's just got to have fun sometimes, doll." Taskmaster says in his usual brusque mannerisms. "You're okay though. We'll get you to Belle Reve, cleaned up, let Waller do whatever and have you back home in no time." As far as he knows at least. Hes just trying to make he feel a little less frightened, some part in the killer he has a soft spot. It's buried but a handful can bring it ou. One arm around her he rubs her shoulder from the outside of the cloak.
"Quit gawking and get back to the lift off point." A command to the junor Squad members.
Milkman runs over in a flash. "I can heat her up. Want me to carry her?"
"No. Get with the others ya dip."
A sassy salute and Milkman races back to the side of the Neko come to life.

*

June's not used to Belle Reve. Not as much as the others, though. It's that whole not-being-a-criminal bit. She moves with him up to the helicopter. "…did I hurt anyone?" she asks in a quiet voice.

*

"Just a little." Taskmaster lies. "They'll recover." He lies some more. The Sheba's black shape returning in the distance at a quick speed. It's stealth coating not on as they have clearance here. They need to move though as a cleanup crew from the DEO will be arriving to hide this mess and make sure its never found out. Not that June may not hear about her victims later from Amanda.
Clambering up inside the chopper Taskmaster draws the cloak garbed woman against his side, almost protectively. She'll feel the heavy gloved hand on the back of her neck the whole ride though, strong fingers caress but… thats not the sole purpose of it. He has orders. He knows fear. As much as he likes June, he is afraid of the Enchantress that much more and a man like him knows how easilly he can snap a neck and how fast. "I got you, Doc. You're safe with me."
The rest keep their distance and are quiet, their eyes only straying from June if she looks at them. Yeah. Everyone is scared. They have reason to be.

*

Most of the rest of the Squad would probably have their bullshit detectors go off there. Not June. She buys the lie completely, and looks visibly relaxed at that. She doesn't take the hand on her neck as anything but a massage. "Thanks." she says, quietly, as they go on. "Sorry if I caused trouble." She's curled up under the cloak, nervous about what this will bring.

*

"Anytime. We're SKWAD remember?" Slight joking in there and his attempts to make sure shes passive and re-assured. "Just go ahead and get cozy, I'll keep you company until we get to the Pen." They'll make good time in the Sheba at least…

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