[Deadshot and Plastique board the elevator; Green Lantern catches the door with his ring]
[Brief silence; Deadshot gives Plastique a sidelong glance]
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Lantern? For six weeks now, my wife's been after me for Hawkgirl's autograph; you wouldn't know where she's at today, would you?
[annoyed] Haven't seen her. [gets off elevator]
Plastique
You are a very bad boy.
Tell me you didn't love it.
How did you know Vance was the inside man?
MMMartian Manunter
He was the only one on the tower whose mind I couldn't read. Cadmus must have supplied him with a sophisticated method of masking his thoughts.
So, what do we do with him now?
I'd like to go in there and wipe clean the last two years of his memory.
Whoa. That's a little harsh, don't you think?
I'm sure he's spilled everything he knows to Cadmus.
Don't you understand? We can't trust him.
J'onn... we can't trust anyone now.
Plastique
Cool it, Martian. Back off, freak show, or the meat puppet eats it.
Come here. Let's go, girl.
Plastique
I've set this for 30 seconds. Plenty of time for you to disarm. Or not, as the case may be.
Not very ladylike behavior, ma'am.
Plastique
Ah!
Tend to her. They thought of everything.
You really think we can do something with this?
An invulnerable juggernaut forged by the gods? Oh, yes, Miss Waller, most definitely.
I heard we lost Plastique.
Yes, ma'am. You'll have my full report by 0800.
Right. That'll be all. Rick, you're a good soldier. Your father would be proud.