Chapter 1
"Are you sure you want to do this Jack?" Ana asked in a soft spoken voice, making me rethink myself, again. After our reunion, and our encounter, we've been on edge and on the run, and on edge. Every time she asks that question, I get a rush of confusion. It's like she knows so she uses it against me.
"We're going to have to face him, or more accurately, them, sooner or later. We can't wait for them to attack first, we have to prepare for them." I proclaimed, trying my best to sound sure of myself.
"If we're going to do that, then we should probably get some kind of team established. In this situation, we're the underdogs, and without a proper organization, we're going to have to hunt down former members. Luckily, I know where we need to go, just give me some time to get supplies prepared." Ana replied, walking off into the other room.
We found an abandoned building in Egypt to call "base" for now, but we constantly have to be on the run. Before we reunited, I had a close encounter with Gabriel, or whatever he is now. Ana and I barely were able to take him down, I can't imagine how it would be if he had his Talon organization, and Amelie Lacroix. Ana said that she must have been brainwashed, and -now she's blue, but that sounds a little far out to me.
I remember reading a file about an agent that was mysteriously killed in his sleep, then his wife went missing. We could only assume that it had to do with talon but there was no evidence. Looking back now, we were really bad detectives and we could've been a lot more, but with the public upset with Blackwatch, we couldn't raise any suspicions.
"Jack, are you ready?" she asked, already putting her mask on.
"Yep" I responded, putting my visor on.
We quickly ran up to the roof of the building. We couldn't risk running around in the public, especially with the bounty over our heads.
"Let's hope you can keep up with these old bones," Ana proclaimed, rather sarcastically. After that, she jumped of the building. I wanted to yell but I couldn't make a racket. I peered over the rooftop. She grabbed a clothesline and used it boost her up onto the next building. " How about that, old timer?" she said, taking huge breaths.
"That's a little flashy," I proclaimed, taking a few steps backwards. "I'm more of a old fashion kind of guy," I uttered, taking a giant leap across to the other building, landing safely. "Now that we're on the move, Where are we going?" I asked her, jumping from building.
"According to some research, there is one of our old bases that's still active- somehow."
"How? Which one?" I asked, in awe.
"In Gibraltar," she said stopping in her tracks. "And there's a ride there." she added, pointing at an dropship.
"I don't suppose you have us tickets?" I responded, hoping for a positive response.
"We'll have to sneak in on the cargo area, after that, we'll ride a freight ship to our destination then find the Watchpoint, sound like a plan?" she responded.
"Yeah, but will we still have to be secretive about our identities and run around like freerunners?" I asked her.
"Not anymore, I brought clothes that'll help us blend in, but going to try our best to hide our weapons."
"But after we get on the ship, let's rest up. My Bones are aching from all that running and jumping," I replied
"Agreed." she answered me, tired." Next stop, Watchpoint: Gibraltar!"