Deadshot sits in a shadowy jail cell at the end of a long, dark corridor. A uniformed policeman saunters towards him, twirling a ring of keys on one finger. The policeman steps into the light, revealing himself to be Flag. He stands outside the bars for a while. Deadshot says nothing. "Not even a hello?" Flag asks. "Rotting in jail ain't mah idea of a good time," Deadshot drawls. A young woman joins Flag outside the jail cell. Her heavily made-up eyes identity her as Ati, the tea server in Cairo. The rest of her sullen face identify her as Plastique. "You nailed your target," she says sullenly. Flag unlocks the cell. "'Bout time," Deadshot snits. Plastique finds him as annoying as I do: "I'm sorry, but what's redneck for 'bite me'?" Flag says her name in a warning tone. She says that their "costumed counterparts" have been tagged and released so they can track them. [Doesn't Deadshot's Cowboy Curtis getup qualify as a costume? Or as much of one as Clark's "costume," anyway? - Z] The three of them walk down the corridor together. Flag: "Let's give these boys a taste of what it's like to mess with the Suicide Squad." Well, technically, you messed with them.