Task Force X Activated lyrics

Belle Reve, all the guards are running in the corridors. Deadshot is intrigued, while Harley spits a shiv of sorts…
GRIGGS:Prisoner, get down on your knees, now!
…which she proceeds to put behind her hair.
GRIGGS: Down on your knees! Hands in the air! Turn around.
The cell door is opened as Harley is doing what she was asked.
GRIGGS: Hands up high!
HARLEY:Hey, I'm cooperating. All right? This is me being cool.
GRIGGS:Take her.
Harley proceeds to attack the guards, and even strikes one with her shiv.
GRIGGS: Do not fire that goddamn weapon! Damn it!
Everyone fires their tasers at Harley, who falls writhing.
Back to the corridor…
GRIGGS: Open the gate! Everybody, line up for extraction. Let's go! Let's move, move!
…that is outside Deadshot’s cell.
DEADSHOT: Yeah! Open the door! Let's go!
The door opens, but Deadshot is quickly subdued by guards with plastic shields.
The cell El Diablo was contained in fills up with water and flush him out where he was apprehended by guards, who injected him with a tranquilizer.
Guards: Hit him! Hurry up, before he smokes us!
Underground, in Croc’s cell…
GRIGGS:Where you at?
Croc jumps out from the water and grabs a guard. The others shoot the tasers at him.
GRIGGS: Is that the new guy?
A Harley restrained in a wheelchair is carried away, laughing like a maniac before she notices briefcases reading “VAN CRISS LABORATORIES” and soldiers in surgical masks with needles.
HARLEY:What is that? What is that? Who are you?
MEDICAL OFFICER: Standby. Arming device.
The officer grabs an injection gun.
HARLEY:Who are you? I don't know who you are.
Another officer gets the gun.
MEDICAL OFFICER: Device armed.
HARLEY:Hey ... I'm talking to you. Hey ... I'm talking to you.
Harley is injected in the neck and screams in pain.
MEDICAL OFFICER: Injection successful.
An ultrasound of Harley’s neck shows a device inside it.
MEDICAL OFFICER 2: Location verified.
Harley is dragged away, Deadshot is next.
DEADSHOT: Anybody who touches me is dead. Anybody who… [he’s injected, and yelps] ...lady.
MEDICAL OFFICER: Injection successful.
DEADSHOT: Hey! Miss? What was that?
MEDICAL OFFICER 2: Location verified. Next!
DEADSHOT: Oh, you deaf. You one of them deaf hoes.
He’s carried away. Roars are heard, and the officers are scared…
Medical Officer 3: Come on.
…as Croc, who’s even with a Hannibal-esque mask, is brought next.
MEDICAL OFFICER: Shut up, and get it done.
He’s injected, and also winces.
Outside, the wheelchairs are being carried away, with Harley giddy and cheery. Griggs approaches her.
GRIGGS:Listen, you're being transferred. I don't know where you're going. [hands her a cellphone] It's from Mr. J. You gonna tell him I took care of you?
HARLEY:You're so screwed.
GRIGGS:What do you mean by that? What do you mean by that? Get off me! Get off me! Harley, what do you mean by that? Harley!!!