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Caught you starin!
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“Before we begin… Theres a few things everyone asks, so I’ll just answer now.
First of all, yes, I can recall to… replay, things.
Second of all, yes, I can blink into different, uh, situations,
And third of all, no, I will not say ‘The Cavalry’s here’ when I- Well, you know.”
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Lena beamed.
“Course I am! Sorry, didn’t mean to bring the mood down. Just… Hey, wait!” She drew and leveled her pulse pistols at the stranger, “Stop making me like you! You were mugging those two blokes!”
Of course, those ‘two blokes’ seemed pretty shady in and of themselves, given that she swore she could see the glint of a firearm in one of their belt loops, and small baggies of… something, on the other, but still, maybe that’s just how things were in Manhattan? This was Lena’s first time in the city, after all.
“Toss down whatever you stole, and this doesn’t have to get difficult.”
“Aw, what the hell, lady, I thought you were cool-” She’s saying that as Tracer’s pulling her guns out, though- that thing she does is immediately rearing its head again. Her eyes widen as Xue realizes she’s staring down two barrels and the delinquent vanishes in a burst of purple cinders, reappearing much the same way much closer to the person who’s now also holding her up, if unintentionally-
And the drawn-back leg that might’ve been about to kick her leg into a completely different shape lightly bumps against her thigh instead.
“They lost the fight, they lost their wallets! Fair’s fair! Don’t freakin’ point those at me before I REALLY lose it!”
Lena gasped as she blinked forward, up onto a nearby fire escape, she tilted her head quizzically, and thumbed her pistols safety off- though made sure to set them to non-lethal. The electric stings were more than enough to bring anyone down through sheer volume of fire and pain- usually, but something told her this stranger was anything but usual.
“How did you?- Look, just cause you beat people up doesn’t mean you take their stuff. That’s not how you make a living!” She leveled her pistols at her again, and fired a small volley at center mass, trying to incapacitate her.
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Xue scrunches her face up a little, huffs softly, and kicks at some invisible dust on the floor. Yeah… okay, fine. Maybe it’s not the best idea, but how the hell else is she supposed to practice?
“Winston’s too smart for me. And I wanted to test it out, y'know, field style. But all right.”
A few seconds of silence.
“You good?”
Lena beamed.
“Course I am! Sorry, didn’t mean to bring the mood down. Just… Hey, wait!” She drew and leveled her pulse pistols at the stranger, “Stop making me like you! You were mugging those two blokes!”
Of course, those ‘two blokes’ seemed pretty shady in and of themselves, given that she swore she could see the glint of a firearm in one of their belt loops, and small baggies of… something, on the other, but still, maybe that’s just how things were in Manhattan? This was Lena’s first time in the city, after all.
“Toss down whatever you stole, and this doesn’t have to get difficult.”
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((juno tali'zorah. sombra kasumi. miranda widowmaker. commander 76 & sojourn. legion bastion. wrex mauga. garrus ana?
ILLUSIVE MAN HAMMOND WITH THE MECH AS HARBINGER
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She paused, thinking about the last time someone caught her out of a blink. Flashes of Singapore played in her mind, making her grimace at the memory of her chronal accelerator being ripped from her body.
“Uh… Think I’ll pass on testing it, but I like your enthusiasm! Maybe Winston can answer how it’d go?”
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Lena’s blood turned to ice.
Ever since she got home, she had an uneasy feeling of being watched, but passed it off as post-mission jitters, and tried to go about her day as normal. File a report, set her accelerator to charge, slip into civvies, and relax, at least until the next mission.
She was standing in front of her sink, finishing the last of her dishes as Sombras voice fired into her ears like a gunshot.
The photo was a keepsake. Something she’d kept in her jacket to remind her of the world she was fighting for. As it entered her field of view, the gravity of the situation began to set in. She flipped around, and scrambled back, setting a few feet between herself and the intruder. Though her eyes eventually leveled back on the picture in Sombra’s hand.
When did I.. When did she…? She thought, mind racing. So many security protocols, safety practices, data shredding techniques- all made irrelevant in a single moment. Assuming she made it out of this alive- this kind of breach was catastrophic.
Lena stood in, functionally, pjs, just an old band t-shirt and shorts. No pulse pistols, no bombs, and, most damning, as it sat atop its charging station in her bedroom, no chronal accelerator. Regardless, she did her best to appear somewhat threatening, grabbing a kitchen knife off her countertop.
“What are you- How did you-?” She swallowed hard as she eyed the machine pistol as Sombras hip.
’Calm down. Assess.’ She thought.
‘I’m not dead. That means she wants something else. She wants me to know, that she knows about Emily. Leverage.’ Her eyes narrowed a bit as she began to understand.
“What do you want?”
Ah… Not to be a sadist, but she really enjoyed that. That little outburst? The scrambling. The stuttering. The fear in the air like a cluster of bio-code she could unzip [ … ] if only she had the time. Mm. She’d have to remember to be a bit kinder to Amelie the next time she slipped into one of her moods.
While Lena marshalled her thoughts around surviving the threat in her home, Sombra decided to peacefully add just a bit more chaos into the pilot’s calculations by gently setting the photo down on a counter to her left and lazily gesturing toward the fridge to her right.
❝ I want you to take a breath and put that knife down, first of all. You look stressed. ❞ Wonder why.
Quick hop toward the fridge, and a single, glowing digit goes up, kindly asking her host for her patience.
❝ You don’t mind, do you? It’s been a really long day. ❞
Sombra doesn’t need to take her eyes off of Lena to know where the half-empty milk is. Doesn’t need to turn her smiling features from the woman 'threatening her’ to grab a bowl, a spoon, and start fixing herself a good, hearty 'post-mission snack’.
❝ Second of all? I want to talk to you. ❞ Box of cereal pours out into her bowl, milk bottle follows, and then - ? Ah? ¿En serio? ❝ Want me to pour you a bowl? ❞
Lena gripped the knife tighter for a moment, it was an instrument that gave her some semblance of security, but in the reality of the moment, the illusion of control was more dangerous than the lack of it.
She put it down.
As Sombra raided her kitchen, Lena scoffed a bit. It was pompous, performative, meant to tell the pilot that, in this moment, Sombra could do anything she wanted, and there was nothing she could do to stop her.
It was true. Lena hated it.
To claw back even the tiniest amount of strength, Lena would have to find an angle. Throw her off, even if only slightly.
But first, she needed to know what cards were in play.
“What, exactly, would we have to talk about?” She replied, stepping around the countertop island in the center of the kitchen, and intentionally ignoring her offer for a bowl
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It’s almost too easy.
That s h i m m e r unfolding behind her in the now-scattered quiet? The mocking cackle that bubbles up in her shadow past her stalker’s petty grin? The only thing missing was the unmistakable feeling of a cold steel barrel being placed flush against the back of @feeling-of-deja-vu’s skull.
See, she’d decided to forego her pistol here. Yeah, it would’ve been quite the punctuation on her entrance [ … ] but this petty pirate knew she’d a much better one to dangle over the pilot’s shoulder as she leaned in w a y too close to her ear.
❝ All those zippersand straps, and you still dropped this? ❞
Two halves of a heart put together by fingers that oughta be familiar. And if not? Maybe the pair of faces smiling back at her would help her realize Sombra was holding something quite precious.
❝ What’s the matter? Hard time focusing, love? ❞
Lena’s blood turned to ice.
Ever since she got home, she had an uneasy feeling of being watched, but passed it off as post-mission jitters, and tried to go about her day as normal. File a report, set her accelerator to charge, slip into civvies, and relax, at least until the next mission.
She was standing in front of her sink, finishing the last of her dishes as Sombras voice fired into her ears like a gunshot.
The photo was a keepsake. Something she’d kept in her jacket to remind her of the world she was fighting for. As it entered her field of view, the gravity of the situation began to set in. She flipped around, and scrambled back, setting a few feet between herself and the intruder. Though her eyes eventually leveled back on the picture in Sombra’s hand.
When did I.. When did she…? She thought, mind racing. So many security protocols, safety practices, data shredding techniques- all made irrelevant in a single moment. Assuming she made it out of this alive- this kind of breach was catastrophic.
Lena stood in, functionally, pjs, just an old band t-shirt and shorts. No pulse pistols, no bombs, and, most damning, as it sat atop its charging station in her bedroom, no chronal accelerator. Regardless, she did her best to appear somewhat threatening, grabbing a kitchen knife off her countertop.
“What are you- How did you-?” She swallowed hard as she eyed the machine pistol as Sombras hip.
’Calm down. Assess.’ She thought.
‘I’m not dead. That means she wants something else. She wants me to know, that she knows about Emily. Leverage.’ Her eyes narrowed a bit as she began to understand.
“What do you want?”
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“Silence? A bit ominous- Between that and the color scheme- You’re not with Talon are you?”
Despite the strangers- Silences- comment on teamups, the two moved through the Null Sector squad with surprising synchronicity. Of course, Lena was used to working in a team, but it seemed that this woman was rather experienced working with a partner as well.
They practically danced down the steps of the office building they’d been cornered in, tearing through dozens of bots.
“Course, if you are, we’ll have to fight, and that would be a massive headache, so even if you are, hows about we save it till after we get out of here?”
Lena ran up to the main entrance of the building as they made it to the ground floor. The siege bot seemed to have been distracted by passing fighter jets, giving them an opportunity to move past.
“This way! Its 6 blocks east to the next perimeter.”
“What? Like having one of those cliche misunderstandings like they do in the movies?” She asked, stoping to once more smash her wrench into another one of the robots, her enhanced strength causing it’s head to fly off and the droid’s husk to fall to the ground. “Where the heroes fight until they unite against the real big bads?”
This lady, she’s fast, the way she zips around, leaving light streaks behind her, was she some kind of speedster? Would explain how she was able to snatch Andi out of the air mid fall.
“Got no idea what a Talon is, Lady, I just got here.” Spying one of the robots trying to attack her savior from behind, Andi snapped her arm forward, shooting a glob of webbing from the back of her hand that pinned the robot to the wall.
“I’ve been in superhero team ups before, just not good enough to be on a big team I guess.”
Following her out of the building, she looked around, amidst the chaos of the robot attacks and mecha-godzilla in the distance (or would it be more apt to call it a giant Iron man?). Andi turned to the other hero, quickly following behind, occasionally using parkour and her webs to get over obstacles. It looked like a more advanced city than what she was used to, perhaps this was a world in the far off future? But judging by the lady’s reaction, this world didn’t seem to have Avengers, maybe some kind of equivalent?
“Where are we anyway? This New York? West Philly? Canada?!”
Lena paused midway through emptying a mag into another bot, watching in fascination-and a bit of horror- as Silence pinned another Null Sector machine against the wall.
“Toronto… Is that stuff coming out of you?”
[[MORE]]Her question would have to be answered at another time, as the Siege bot suddenly turned toward them, and began charging its enormous chest beam.
“Blimey…!”
Lena dashed behind a nearby building, and pulled Silence with her.
“We won’t make it far with that mech active, and even if we did, it’d just bust through the perimeter…” She paused. It wouldn’t be right to ask so much of someone she just met, but, then again, what options did they have?
“You’ve been in superhero team ups yeah? Think you’re up for being a hero right now?”
She pointed in the direction of the siege machine.
“That bot is a S-9000 Titan class walker. Those jets in the sky peppering it won’t be able to get through its armor before it makes its way to the next district. If you’re up for it, we can get close, get inside, and blow its processing core before that happens,” She paused, pursing her lips for a moment, “But I won’t pretend it wont be dangerous. Its your call.”
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“Until they have somewhere else to put me I suppose. I could probably complain and get a field mission but…” She thinks to the various preparations Sojourn was trying to make, fortifying cities, training volunteers, reinforcing supply lines.
“The Captain has more than enough to worry about right now.” She sighed, and leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes a moment.
“What about you huh? I take it you were bevving up for a reason.” She looked back to him. “If you wanna talk about it, at least. No pressure.”
“Mm, yeah… ‘least you’re definitely equipped for the job, huh…”
Lena’s question has expression changing, his eyes focusing on a vague point across the room as he tries to figure out how he wants to answer.
“Just … some things I couldn’t stop thinking about after seeing the doc,” is where he lands. “Couldn’t relax, so… here I am. Not sure that it’s helping, but it is better…”
Lena hummed in understanding.
[[MORE]]“Been there before… Doctors never really seem to have good news for me either.” She stole a glance down at her chronal accelerator.
“Angela’s great, but even her bedside manner has a hard time dressing things up sometimes.”
Lena stared down at her glass, and tilted her head quizzically. She focused for a moment, and shimmered with blue energy as she managed to 'rewind’ the glass back to full. She giggled a bit, and took another sip as she pondered how best to cheer up Leon- and unwind the headache from her work.
“…You know. I have access to the engineering bay. We could try and find something fun to mess around with in there, if you’d like.”
She glanced over at the bar.
“Or… we could see if you can keep up with me, and maybe end up oversharing what’s really bothering us. What do you think?”
She turned back to Leon with a smile.
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((time to actually organize my shit instead of letting it all bounce about like a moira ball))
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“Thanks love! Means a lot to hear that.” She took a deep breath before her next question,
“So whats troubling you? Not the typical line of questioning from someone who didn’t have something on their mind.”
what WAS troubling him? what wasn’t? he wouldn’t say, no matter how kind she seemed. he even believed she really cared, something very rare in his life but extremely recognizable.
“i’m just worried about fitting in. a lot of you are the ‘hero’ type but i feel like i’m from a different mold.” that wasn’t really a lie, right?
She giggled.
“A hero isn’t one mold! I mean look around. I’m a woman lost to time, Reinhardt is a knight straight out of a storybook, Genji is a magic robot ninja, and Brigette recently told me she’s trying to get Sojourn to approve a jetpack for Fika!” She gives him a nudge, “Its not about fitting in. If anything, I’d say none of us really do. It’s just about doing what you can, where you can, when you can. So, think about it! Right now, what can you do?”
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Lets try that again!
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“Somehow both boring and stress inducing, actually.”
She followed Leon to the couch, and took a seat, swirling her drink in her hand.
“Without breaking any security clearances, all I can say is that we have a lot of moving parts going around. Big things in the works. Its… Complicated, and trying to help manage the logistics… Well, I’m better as a field agent is all.” She brought the glass to her lips, and took a long sip- long enough for her to finish it in one go, in fact.
“Shit, sorry.” She giggled a bit.
“Guess I needed that a bit more than I thought.”
Leon nods in understanding. Lena is a tried-and-true field agent, and though he knows he’ll never really embody her cheerful optimism, she’s still a figure he aspires to be like. Quick on her feet (figuratively and literally), brave as hell, and working with the best of intentions.
And while she’s certainly perfectly capable, sticking her in a control room for hours just feels kind of wrong.
“Good thing you stopped by then.” An awkward pause as he takes a few long sips. He’s a little more relaxed now that he knows she’s not judging, but his limb(s?) are feeling a little heavy with the inebriation. “They keeping you on air control for a while? Or just today?”
“Until they have somewhere else to put me I suppose. I could probably complain and get a field mission but…” She thinks to the various preparations Sojourn was trying to make, fortifying cities, training volunteers, reinforcing supply lines.
“The Captain has more than enough to worry about right now.” She sighed, and leaned back into the couch, closing her eyes a moment.
“What about you huh? I take it you were bevving up for a reason.” She looked back to him. “If you wanna talk about it, at least. No pressure.”
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‘Holy shit’ Lena thought. 'That worked!? They never agree to come willingly!’
“Alright. Brisbane, Australia.” She tapped the side of her head. “Got it memorized. Now, if you wanna get out of here in one piece, we need to move now.”
She reached up to her earpiece
“Athena, I’m on my way back to the Orca- with a friend. Get the engines warmed up, its gonna be a tight extraction.”
Lena blinked toward the only available window in the room, and opened it roughly. She then hopped up into the frame, and gestured for the stranger to follow.
“Come on then!”
She leapt from the window.
Viper followed her to the window, watching as she just so casually jumps out. she stares at her, blinking a couple of times before turning to look at the door behind her and listening the footsteps that get closer.
She could just stay there and wait for Talon to arrive, but the thought of being free of their hands was too good to pass up. she placed her hands on the window frame and without a second thought, jumped out the window to join the other.
“Since you’re doing something so precious for me and i want you to trust me, you should know my name; it’s Kat, but Talon calls me Viper. ”
’Viper...’ Lena thought to herself. The name passed by her desk on a few mission debriefs from other agents. None of it was particularly good, but that didnt matter. Besides the fact that her info would be useful regardless, Lena did believe in second chances. If Viper- Kat- wanted to get out of Talons clutches, then she’d do all she could to help.
“The names Lena. Lena Oxton.” It was a formality, considering Overwatch agent details were all public, but its better to be polite when making first impressions.
“Kats a lovely name. I appreciate you putting that forward.”
She stepped to the edge of the rooftop they’d landed on, and looked out to the moon on the horizon, trying to make out the silhouette of the Orca flying in fast and low. She saw the faint outline in the darkness, and smiled.
“Should be out of here in just a sec love. In the meantime-”
“HEY!”
Lena cracked her head around as a Talon operative was leaning out the window they’d just jumped from. She flipped her pulse pistols from their holsters and let the triggers rip dozens of rounds into the agent, before tacking Kat into cover behind an air conditioner on top of the roof.
“Looks like it’ll be spicier than I thought!-”
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“Well… Sometimes the hardest things in life are the things we have to do without knowing how. Its not a matter of realizing a path exists, its making one, you know?”
She tapped at the humming device on her chest.
“When I had my accident, Winston worked ‘round the clock to bring me back. He didnt even know if it was possible. He just felt he had to try. Lo and behold, one chronal accelerator later, and here I am.”
She pats him on the back
“Its a leap of faith.”
a leap of faith.
did he have faith in anything? probably not, considering he didn’t even have faith in himself. never really had.
however, none of his thoughts were on himself. instead, he listened to her story, eyes glancing at the device before meeting hers again.
“i guess i can understand that part.” he didn’t elaborate further, unwilling to divulge the secret that kirko’s father had been taking care of him after he had lost his arm. instead, he smiled. “i guess i like the way you look at it.”
“Thanks love! Means a lot to hear that.” She took a deep breath before her next question,
“So whats troubling you? Not the typical line of questioning from someone who didn’t have something on their mind.”
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Lena paused in thought.
“All the time, actually. I’ve answered your question about five times now, but I keep changing my mind and going back to say something else!”
She giggled, joking, obviously.
…Right?
“No, but, I do sometimes. Usually whenever I hurt myself in dumb ways. Stubbed toes, bumping my head, cutting my thumb chopping onions, little things like that.”
’And getting shot…’ She thinks, but decides that’s a bit heavy for a first example.
“You’re kidding,” Mizuki half chuckled, brows raised. To be fair, he imagined there’s no way for him to tell. In any case, he appreciated the humor. Truly.
“Talk about convenient.” From an onlooker’s perspective, perhaps. To basically undo mishaps and misfortunes as if they never happened seemed too good of a thing. “And… no repercussions?” Lena seemed well off for the most part, but you could only know so much about what someone’s going through, right?
Because he couldn’t help but linger on the thought - the kind of thoughts best kept to himself - how something so good and convenient could be without some form of punishment.
“Well. I did spend two years as a disembodied wavelength of temporal energy. Wasnt exactly a vacation, that.”
It also didn’t exactly feel like 2 years. It didn’t feel like anything, but explaining a timeless experience was…
Difficult.
“So far as I can tell, aside from my tinnitus and the fact that I need this thing near me and functioning to stay… well, anywhere, there hasn’t been any other big costs, no.”
There was the… Actually, no. Better not to mention it to someone she just met.
“What about you huh? Pretty crazy stuff you’re doing out there in the field. Hows yours work?”
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Lena’s head tilted, confused.
“Am I part of what?”
She pulled her hand back as whatever suit this stranger was wearing peeled itself off their face in a manner that was much too… organic. Lena wasn’t sure why, but she had a feeling in her stomach that told her she probably shouldn’t touch it.
“Wait, did you say this earth?” Her questioning was interrupted by an all-too-familiar hum of energy from outside.
“Alright, no time for chatter, we gotta move!” She pulled her pistols out from her wrist mounted holsters and ran to the door, kicking it open as she looked down both ends of the hallway outside of the room, clearing each corner.
“If you’ve got any fancy tricks up your sleeves, now’s the time to use them, we’re gonna meet a lot of resistance on the way to the perimeter of the next district.” As she finished her statement, a small group of Null Sector droids rounded the corner, seemingly there to finish them off.
Right on queue…
Looks like she wouldn’t have time to rest, not with the giant fucking death bot attacking outside, which meant no time to really gather herself, get her bearings. The symbiote was doing its best to speed up her recover, but it also had just gone through the same portal she had, Silence needed to recover too.
Sorry, I’m gonna need you to hold on for just a little bit longer. She mentally told the creature living in her blood.
As she looked around the room for anything, anything. All she had was her portal watch, which needed time to recharge before she could open another one, no weapons… Andi noticed some items on the floor, and among them… a rather large pipe-wrench. It must be fate that she always has access to one of these.
“Yeah, I got a few tricks.” Andi squat down, grabbing the wrench and lifting it off the floor as her mask formed over her face.
“Don’t normally get to do these super hero team-ups. Call me Silence.” She saw the robots, the symbiote’s early warning system alerting her to the droids drawing their guns and opening fire.
She tucked and rolled, evading the blasts then jumping onto a wall, crawling and flipping down the hall until she reached the attacking machines. Bringing down the wrench and smashing in the head of the lead bot.
“Silence? A bit ominous- Between that and the color scheme- You’re not with Talon are you?”
Despite the strangers- Silences- comment on teamups, the two moved through the Null Sector squad with surprising synchronicity. Of course, Lena was used to working in a team, but it seemed that this woman was rather experienced working with a partner as well.
They practically danced down the steps of the office building they’d been cornered in, tearing through dozens of bots.
“Course, if you are, we’ll have to fight, and that would be a massive headache, so even if you are, hows about we save it till after we get out of here?”
Lena ran up to the main entrance of the building as they made it to the ground floor. The siege bot seemed to have been distracted by passing fighter jets, giving them an opportunity to move past.
“This way! Its 6 blocks east to the next perimeter.”
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She pressed the tip of her pistol against the Captains temple, singeing her skin with the heat of the barrel that had, only moments ago, sent hundreds of rounds tearing through Overwatch agents.
As per her mission, she was to eliminate Lacroix- and she would, but first…
“You left me there… you left me there, to die. I needed you, and NOBODY. CAME.”
Her voice raised as tears began to well in her eyes. She swallowed, hard, and tried to regain her composure.
“Why?”
There was a pause as Amélie regained her senses. She’d just been sent crashing through her own desk, and was now lying pinned in a surprise attack by Operative Oxton.
As she got her bearings, she stared at the woman above her, managing only a confused “What…?”
Lena barred her teeth, frustrated, and asked again.
“I said. Why. Why?! Tell me! Tell me why I wasn’t worth it! Tell me why nobody cared enough! TELL ME WHY IT WAS TOO HARD TO SAVE ME!”
She screamed her words as she raised her gun into the air, firing it wildly into the ceiling lights. She scrambled up off the floor, her breathing ragged. The only remaining light in the room now her chronal accelerator glowing a deep, burning red.
She turned back to the Captain, after wiping at her eyes, and leveled her aim.
“…Tell me why you abandoned me.”
Lacroix rose slowly from where she’d been pinned, wounded badly in the previous firefight, but not so much she couldn’t stand to face Lena.
“Lena… We did not abandon you, Cherie… We mourned you. When Professor Kuiper told us there was nothing to be done… It destroyed us all.” Amélie attempted to stand straighter, but winced as she felt the muscles in her back scream in pain.
“We cared, Lena… We tried. We-”
“You failed.” Lena finished.
Operative Oxton closed her eyes for a moment, and pressed a hand to her forehead, before they opened again with a laugh.
“You fucking failed! The great Overwatch! Couldn’t even save one of their own. Well, you know what? Thats fine. Just fine. Because guess what? I made it back. I did it without you. I did it with a group that values me. What I can do. So I think, all things considered?” The uncertainty in her voice, present for the entire conversation to this point- vanished.
“You can mark the Slipstream program a success.”
Her finger squeezed the trigger.
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“Guh! What?!-”
Lena awoke with a panic, her heart racing as she placed a hand to her chest.
She looked around, calming herself. She was In her room at Watchpoint Gibraltar.
She sighed, checked her phone, and huddled on her bed, hugging her own legs.
“Another nightmare…” she sighed, “Maybe I should talk to Angela…” Her eyes quickly glanced over at her chronal accelerator, which, for a split second- she could swear turned an unfamiliar, unsettling shade of red.
“…or maybe I should talk to Winston.”
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She nodded earnestly.
“Got it. That makes sense. Making sure the threat is neutralized or at least busy means more people get out safely overall.”
She paused, noting how calm he seemed to be discussing this.
“How… Long have you been at this anyway?”
“Long enough.” a general, if generic reply but its true. no matter how much difference they make, disasters always follow be it man made or artificial.
“But your in the front lines, so expect some trouble with civilians when you get to it.”
“You good there?”
“Y-yeah! All good. Just… Expected to be more worried about shooting the bad guys than patching people up is all. Guess I’m nervous about making the wrong call.”
She shifted her weight from one foot to another.
“What is our next mission anyway? Are we expecting a lot of civilians in the operation area?”
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She walked toward the door, and listened for a moment, trying to be certain that there werent boots storming up to the door.
“We can make that happen. Are they in Talons custody? Or do they not even know they’re in danger?”
She looked back to operative.
“If you come with me willingly, I’ll lead the mission that sees to their safety *personally*. You have my word.”
Viper stares at the other woman for a moment, her mind racing with questions. could she really trust them? they were working against Talon, so maybe.. “no, they’re not in Talon custody. they think i’m working some cushy job abroad. i had hoped it would stay that way. ”
Family means a lot to her, so much so that she wouldn’t think twice about betraying someone to keep them safe.
“ If you’re really offering to keep them safe.. they live on the east coast of Australia, in Brisbane. ”
‘Holy shit’ Lena thought. 'That worked!? They never agree to come willingly!’
“Alright. Brisbane, Australia.” She tapped the side of her head. “Got it memorized. Now, if you wanna get out of here in one piece, we need to move now.”
She reached up to her earpiece
“Athena, I’m on my way back to the Orca- with a friend. Get the engines warmed up, its gonna be a tight extraction.”
Lena blinked toward the only available window in the room, and opened it roughly. She then hopped up into the frame, and gestured for the stranger to follow.
“Come on then!”
She leapt from the window.
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Lena’s eyes narrowed.
“I think you’ll find we’re pretty daring when we need to be.”
She paused as Athena began feeding her info over her earpiece
“Talon operatives en route.”
Shit
She’d need to be quick about this. Capture was looking unlikely- but maybe she could get out with a bit of information at the least?
“You said Talon doesnt like loose ends- Meaning to say you’d be one if I took you in? If you talked, we could help you.”
She lowers her hands as the other seems to be distracted for a moment, but she doesn’t do anything, simply just stands there, observing. she couldn’t be bothered to fight right now.
Instead, she crosses her arms and checks her nails on one hand as she thought about what she said next.
“ I might talk, if you can secure the safety of my family. if anything happened to them, many secrets will die with me. ”
She walked toward the door, and listened for a moment, trying to be certain that there werent boots storming up to the door.
“We can make that happen. Are they in Talons custody? Or do they not even know they’re in danger?”
She looked back to operative.
“If you come with me willingly, I’ll lead the mission that sees to their safety *personally*. You have my word.”