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The fluorescent lights in Belle Reve’s corridor hum with a low, persistent buzz, painting the concrete walls in shades of jaundiced yellow. Shadows stretch and writhe like living things under their glare. The air carries the scent of stale antiseptic and dread—a fragrance Amanda Waller seems to wear as she leads Rick Flag Sr. past rows of reinforced steel doors. She halts before a massive gate, its surface scarred by forgotten struggles. "I thought Congress buried Task Force X after your daughter exposed the operation," Flag says, his voice stripped of inflection. Waller’s lips curve into a thin, predatory smile. "Technically, Congress forbade A.R.G.U.S. from using incarnated human beings as operatives," she replies, her fingers resting on the release mechanism. "But what about bein…