~*Hello! First Overwatch fic and I'm very much addicted to the game right now. I have to update other stories but this has been in my mind for a little while now " 3 *~
Doctor Angela Ziegler took a slow steady breath. What was the saying? The calm before the storm? Watching the scenery from her seat she allowed herself the brief moment of peace, listing to the others chatter idly in the main compartment of the ship. Lena's laughter was enough to put a smile on her face.
The brit loved Kings Row. She was telling Winston and Fareeha all about the sprawling London town. Turning in her seat to look at her team she noted Genji staring out of the drop hatch, his visor a soft green. He was likely deep in thought, blocking the others out as he prepared for the battle to come.
Her eyes were slowly drawn to the last member of the team, sitting at one of the tables looking over his trusty rifle. Soldier 76. Jack. All the things she wanted to say to him rushed to the forefront of her mind but she wouldn't want to distract him from the mission. It wasn't like she hadn't already tried that route either. He wouldn't budge. He would just keep risking it all until there was nothing left for her to bring back.
"Mercy! Come to finally join us! I was jus' tellin' them all about this pub we should pop into afore we leave." Lena calls out to her, waving enthusiastically. Angela smiles, making her way over to the three.
"Sounds wonderful to me. We could all use a little break." Her smile fades as the ships AI chirps that they have reached their destination. She sighs, placing a hand on Lena's shoulder. "Try to be careful everyone." She says as the door hisses open.
The peace is gone now.
The storms winds will tear them apart if they aren't careful.
The raid began at midnight. Six Overwatch agents pouring into a warehouse known to house Talon arms as well as other illegal items. They were met with four mercenary teams not that it mattered to the well trained agents. Making quick work of the mercs Soldier 76 and Winston began to phone the warehouse in to the local authorities when a shot rang out, echoing through the warehouse.
Jack fell almost in slow motion, blood blooming from the new hole in his chest. Angela reacted quickly, the healing stream from her Caduceus staff already locked on to him as he fell. She rushed forward, barely able to slow his downward momentum.
"Sniper!" Lena bellowed, disappearing out of thin air. Winston was quick to help Angela move the fallen soldier behind cover, her staff working quickly to heal his wound.
He grunts, his hand tightening around the grip of his rifle. "'ppreciate it Ang.."
She manages a smile for him, glancing around quickly as another shot echoed through the warehouse followed quickly by Tracer's giggling. She was distracting the sniper. "Give yourself a moment to rest before moving again. I need to go help her." She stresses the need for rest, looking at the red of his visor in an attempt to make eye contact.
With that said and done she darted forth, finding Lena on the other side of the large warehouse. "Hey doc!" She grins, breaking cover to fire her dual pulse pistols at the snipers location. "Hows 76?"
"He will live." Angela says with a small smile, looking the girl over from behind their temporary cover. She noticed him too late.. The smell of death should have alerted her..
"But will you?" A deep voice, almost like gravel, growled. Tracer reacted quicker than Mercy, blinking away from the new threat as the Reapers hand shot out, trapping Angela to the storage crate behind her by her throat. She gasped out, dropping her staff as her hands clawed at his in a feeble attempt to get free. The sound of the staff clattering across the pavement was painfully loud to her ears.
Her fingers clutched at his, eyes pleading for release. "Don't worry Herr Doktor... It isn't your time just yet." She could almost hear the smile on his face as he slammed her back against the crate.. After that everything was a blur..
Reaper held her over his shoulder. Her wings breaking under his hands to lay uselessly on the ground. Her staff tucked away in his long black cloak. Tracer..
Lena had tried her damnedest to stop Reaper in his escape. Calling on her teammates to help only to be shot down mid blink. The girl tumbled head over foot into a pile of empty boxes, scatter shot buried in her left shoulder and her chronal accelerator blinking.
Angela tried reaching out to the girl, black spots dancing along her vision as she looked up. Her team.. Her family.. They were trying so hard to get to her.
That was the last thing she remembered..
~* Thank you for reading!*~