I've lost so much. Yet, I can't stop fighting. Especially after what happened to Duren. So I've decided to take a different approach. To fight my fight, my way. With people who deserve whatever happens to them.
They're called the Suicide Squad for a reason... Flag and Katana aside, there are plenty more where they come from. This ugly, brutal world provides so many weapons. And I will continue to use them to do good.
Why is it so necessary to keep them contained? The super-humans. I remember the first time my daddy took me downtown, and I did what all children do. I looked up at the skyscrapers like they were castles. I asked, in awe, who built them? And daddy said, "We did, Amanda. Ordinary human beings just like you and me." Like we were reaching up for the sky.
Your psych profile fit like a glove. A disenchanted nobody with metahuman experience, pathological fatalism and the paranoid belief that the universe is against you. My people were simply instructed to...stimulate your natural tendencies. Isolate, emasculate, deflate. That sorta thing.
Suddenly I saw too much evil in the world everywhere I looked. You couldn't just wish it away... This ain't no fantasy land. But if you could use that evil... force it to do some good... I could save other people from suffering what I did. You want to judge me? Fine. Go ahead. You bury your children and then we'll talk.
A.R.G.U.S. is beyond selective. When I visit day one recruits, I know that 99 percent of them won't make this stage. Only a select few become the type of survivors we need. So, it's my pleasure to introduce our newest agents... Tommy Morita...