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The movie continued with soldiers unleashing a hail of bullets at the squad. Harley, quick on her feet, darted through the chaos, weaving between flying lead as she sprinted toward a nearby boulder. She was looking for better cover, her pigtails bouncing with each stride.
"Harley, no! It's too dangerous!" Toga shouted from the audience, genuine worry in her voice.
But Harley reached the boulder without a scratch, crouching behind it with a grin. From just behind her, TDK slid into position, finding a much smaller rock to hunker down behind—something barely enough to cover his upper body, but better than nothing.
Back in the monitoring room, the cast could clearly see on the overhead screens just how many soldiers were flooding the beach. The sheer numbers lit up across the feeds like a wave of ants, and the realization hit everyone at once.
"They're facing a full-on army…" Nizo muttered to himself, his tone grim. He looked convinced now—utterly certain—that there was no way the squad could make it out alive.
That same thought rippled across most of the heroes present, their expressions sinking. Still, a handful of the students clung to hope, silently wishing for some miracle—a hidden trump card, or maybe even a hero from this world swooping in to turn the tide.
The movie didn't give them any time to dwell on it.
"Zero-two-two-seven is wide open," a blonde agent in the control room called out over comms.
The fat, bearded agent—the same one who had forgotten to check if Weasel could swim—spoke into his headset, his tone all business despite his earlier blunder. "Colonel, dispatch the Detachable Kid. TDK, two o'clock."
"TDK is the Detachable Kid?" Harley asked in surprise on-screen.
"Ohhh, so that's what his name is," Kaminari said, snapping his fingers like he'd just solved a mystery.
Jirō turned to look at him, her face blank and unimpressed.
For the first time, a member of the squad showed a "quirk" that was actually visible to the audience. TDK's arms floated free from his shoulders, detaching completely and hovering in the air like weightless limbs.
"Lizard, look—he's got a power kinda like yours," Pony pointed out with a grin.
"Yeah… I guess," Lizard replied, clearly uncomfortable with the comparison.
On-screen, TDK sent his arms drifting toward the soldiers… only for everyone to notice how painfully slow they were moving. When they finally reached their targets, the detached hands started slapping the soldiers lightly across the face and helmet—more annoying than harmful.
The entire cast, plus Harley herself, turned to give Rick Flag a deadpan stare.
"What the fuck?" they all said in unison.
"I did not pick the team," Flag shot back defensively.
"Well… he's got a point," Sero admitted with a small shrug, begrudgingly acknowledging the explanation.
Back in the movie, the camera shifted to an orange-skinned woman—Mongal—her voice loud and confident.
"Don't worry, Flag! I got the bird!" she yelled.
"No—don't!" Flag shouted back, panic in his tone, but it was too late.
Mongal used the very boulder that Flag and Harley were taking cover behind as a springboard, launching herself into the air with a leap that was far too powerful. She managed to grab one of the landing struts of the hovering helicopter.
The problem became obvious instantly—the sheer force of her jump had thrown the chopper off balance.
In the audience, Aizawa let out a long sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Judging by that jump, she's got some level of super strength. And that's the issue—her own strength overwhelmed the helicopter's weight, and now she's destabilized it," he explained almost absentmindedly. It was his teacher instincts kicking in, offering commentary without realizing it.
Even though the students were glued to the chaotic scene and too tense to respond, they still absorbed his words. Midoriya's mind flashed back to I-Island, remembering how close he had come to causing collateral damage with an overpowered move.
On-screen, the helicopter spiraled out of control. Its spinning blades shredded through trees and soldiers alike, sending blood spraying like a crimson mist.
The students screamed at the grisly sight. Midoriya, Mirio, and the Pussycats moved quickly to cover the children's eyes, but it was already too late—those who saw would never forget it. To the youngest ones, the carnage almost looked like people being turned into "red confetti," but the older ones knew exactly what it was.
Servant could only stare at the screen, jaw tight.
The chaos worsened when one of the helicopter's blades hacked through a tree, sending massive splinters and jagged wooden spikes flying. A shard slammed into Captain Boomerang's head.
"BOOMERANG! NOOO!" Spinner and Twice shouted at the top of their lungs, horrified for their favorite character.
Against all odds, Boomerang was still on his feet, the spike jutting from his skull… until the flaming wreck of the helicopter crashed onto the beach, still skidding along the sand.
The spinning blade came down toward him.
"BOOMER!!!" the two villains screamed again—this time joined by Harley herself—but the impact was unavoidable.
In an instant, Boomerang was gone.
The audience went dead silent at the brutal, messy death. Even the villains sat back, shaken. The shock only deepened when the perspective shifted to Savant.
Gunfire, explosions, and fire filled his vision. Javelin was riddled with bullets. Mongal, unbelievably, was still alive—burning under the twisted wreckage. In the distance, TDK's arms were being gunned down, each hit sending pain surging back to his body as he screamed helplessly.
Savant's eyes darted around. He froze. Then—panic.
Without another word, he turned and bolted for the ocean.
In the theater, the moment they realized what he was doing, the students erupted.
"Yes! Run away! Go to the ocean!" several shouted, cheering like it was the smartest move in the world. Even some of the pro heroes cracked uneasy smiles at the thought of someone escaping the bloodbath.
On-screen, the scene cut to the monitoring room. The fat, bearded tech noticed the movement first. "Savant is off the rails."
Waller's voice came over the comms, sharp and commanding. "Savant, turn back."
The audience's mood shifted instantly to outrage. The order was clear—she was sending him back to his death. Hawks frowned deeply, a guilty shadow crossing his face. He'd worked under a woman not unlike Waller before, and the similarity was unsettling.
Savant kept swimming, ignoring her.
"Savant, I'm warning you—this is desertion," Waller said, her tone like ice.
The fat man in the room opened a compartment on the console, revealing a panel of buttons—each with a picture of a squad member.
The audience collectively froze.
They had forgotten.
Even if you didn't fight… you didn't get to live.
Waller's gaze was locked on the monitors. "Damn it."
She pressed the button.
On-screen, Savant's head erupted in a spray of gore.
The theater went utterly silent again. Dozens of eyes shifted to glare at Waller's cold, emotionless face.
"I guess this operation was a complete failure," All For One finally said, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, but there was an edge of curiosity. "Too bad. I was interested in this 'important mission.'"
Nobody liked agreeing with him—but truthfully, they were curious about what could be important enough to risk this slaughter.
Back on the screen, Waller calmly looked up from the monitors. "How's team two holding up?"
Her words snapped everyone in the theater back to attention.
"What?!" Several shouted at once.
The monitor feed switched to a completely different beach—this one calm and quiet, with not a trace of gunfire. The caption identified it as the North Beach.
Everyone was so stunned they didn't even notice the smaller on-screen images showing another roster of characters.
"Congratulations, Bloodsport," Waller said through the comms.
The camera cut to an armored man in black and gold, scanning the area with sharp eyes. "How'd you do it, Waller? There's no one here."
"Let's just say… they were distracted," Waller replied.
The shot widened to reveal four more figures behind him. Then, in bright yellow text across the screen:
THE SUICIDE SQUAD.
The theater stayed quiet for a long moment, too stunned to speak.
(we reached 13 minutes and we are making good progress sorry if you think this chapter is shorter but I wanted to end The chapter here, because I want to give the next chapter a big focus on the aftermath of the beach battle)