<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: aa;"><span style="font-size: 105%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Belle Reve Penitentiary<br/>Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana</span></span></span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-family: aa;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;">Tristan was in his cell doing pushups as he had heard about a select few being selected for Amanda Waller's Suicide Squad. He shook his head at the thought of actually being selected for the squad but as he was doing that, a buzzer sounded and he stood on his feet and had his eyes locked with the officers coming inside of his domain or cell now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"What do you guys want?"</span></span> Tristan asked with a hint of attitude as the head officers laughed then went closer to the bars. <span style="font-weight: bold">"You've been chosen by Amanda Waller, douche."</span> The officer remarked as Tristan shook his head and waved his hand at the officers that seemingly came in to restrain him. <span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"No, thanks. Y'all can have that. I ain't no idiot."</span></span> Tristan retorted as he walked over to his bed then sat on the edge of it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You really don't have a choice, slick."</span> The officer said as he took one of his keys and unlocked Tristan's cell. Hearing the click brought a smile to Tristan's lips as he stood up and shrugged his shoulders. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ah, what the hell. What could possibly go wrong?"</span></span> Tristan said as he walked closer to the cell but the officer then closed it in his face and chuckled. A breach alarm went off as others were escaping and officers rushed to help but Tristan grabbed the officer that had toyed with him earlier, pressing him against the bars and grabbing his gun.<br/><br/>Tristan clicked the gun and placed it upon the officer's temple and told him to let him out of his cell or his brains would be scattered all over the place. The officer did what he was told to do and Tristan continued to point the gun towards him then dropped it by his side with a laugh escaping over his lips. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF8000">"You have a nice day now."</span></span><br/><br/>As he exited his area, he heard someone screaming out for help but a male was already there to help out the female. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF8000">"So, can someone explain to me what the hell is going on around here?"</span></span> Tristan asked towards the duo as he still had the gun in his hand and index finger on the trigger.</span></span>