Even as a combat medic you can't rescue everyone. It doesn't matter how highly trained you are. Sometimes you realize that you may have to do the opposite of saving lives. It was a dense existence. Medical science has been growing at a rate that was nearly impossible to keep up. She was doing her doing her damnedest to contribute.
The girl was working on an injection that allows incredible restoration. It's the fastest on the market currently which has gotten her a lot more attention than she was hoping to get. It doesn't just heal scrapes and bruises. It can recover scars, all kinds of tissue and even on patients that have decaying flesh, gums, and the like. Alas, it is only temporary at the moment. She can't figure out what piece she was missing. It's become huge for cosmetic situations such has faster healing for skin graphs and the like.
To enhance her serum is why she had come to meet with Dr. Angela. She's had a talent that was immeasurable; together they can figure this out. She'd kept the formula very hidden. She will be the first person to see it fully completed.
To be honest, it's gotten her into trouble. People have wanted to steal her recipe and create their own for the black market. She would die before that happened. She's been protecting it for years like a mother bear to her cubs. Except her cubs are an injection that gave you invulnerability for an hour, plus.
She has been taking many connecting flights to Switzerland to see the doctor. She travels alone and aside from military forces that are good at their job; she stays under the radar. They knew her work, but not her face. She has countless trusted assistants that keep in touch with hospitals for her. So far she made good judgments regarding her recruits. She hasn't had to put a cap in any of them yet, so she was pleased, to say the least.
She was reuniting with Overwatch. Won't be the last time either. They wanted her back on the field, and Angela wanted to perfect her serum. She felt peculiar about a permanent version of the elixir, however. Some things should only be temporary. She'd known soldiers who had become addict to it. They feel they can play god on the battlefield. Even the great Jack Morrison wasn't immune. She remembers the first time they became part of a team in the field. She hit him with it, and the man acted like a machine. Hesitations gone. Recklessness up. Efficiency doubled. Even he craved the substance. Jack was also getting to the point of asking before injuries on the battlefront. Weaning him off wasn't pleasant. He was almost desperate for it. Having a man like that hang around you was intimidating.
Getting off her last flight, she sighs. She hoped her work with Angela would be worth it. Following her GPS to her hotel and checks inside to unpack. She lays on her bed and stretches. Finally, no more planes. She would meet with Angela in the morning. Until then the girl wanted to do a bit of site seeing, now that she was back on the ground. The girl sighs again. Her jet lag was setting in.
Night falls, and the girl returns to her room. She removes her coat and over shirt, just a black tank top underneath. In a fit of laziness, she just tosses them to the ground. The girl rolls her neck and stretches. She sits down on the couch and turns on the TV. Her alarm is on. She huffs. Her eyes begin to sag as she nods off to the sound of her sitcom.
Uncertain to how much time has passed the girl wakes up with a chill. The room is now dark. The TV powered down and the lights out. She looks and notices her window is open just slightly. She holds her urge to gasp. The medic slides of the couch and crouches and inches toward the wall separating her desk from the living room which was near her bed where her weapons were kept under.
'Shit...' she whispers. The girl removes a knife from her boot. She hears tacking and sees a soft glow. She assumes it was her laptop. The girl holds back her urge to laugh. She sneaks behind a girl typing away on the computer. She whispers to someone, most likely in a headset.
"I'm not finding anything on this laptop. There is nothing about this serum anywhere."
Quickly the medic places her knife to her throats and the other girl gasps. She hears the word 'Sombra' over the earpiece in a deep distorted voice.
"You aren't going to find it. Sorry."
"Shit." The woman utters in response to the knife put near her throat. She then snickers and vanishes. The medic clicks her tongue. Swiftly, she places her blade back in her boot then dives to her bag under her bed and pulls out a small sedation gun, quick and precise. The enemy girl was apparently a hacker. She couldn't find anything about the girl's medicine from her base. She had to reach out onto personal devices. Nothing here either. The medic crouches by the open window and takes a peek over; she was nowhere in her sight. She hears the faintest sound of tussling and wind blows her hair forward. She quickly looks over her shoulder her seeing a man dressed in leather and an oddly shaped, not human formed anyway, skull covering his face looming over her.
"Fuck, you're huge." The medic says standing. The man still towers over her. She grows confused as the stranger seems to hesitate at first. Was he going to talk? The girl takes a step, glancing to plan an escape. To her dismay, the window was not quite open enough for her to slip through. She questions for a moment how the hacker got inside, to begin with. On second thought, both these people got into her room without even the use of a window… Teleportation, for sure. She turns her attention back to her supposed pursuer giving him an actual look over this time. Long cloak, all black, metallic claws for intimidation, ammo from head to toe. The medic's eyes catch that his hands appear to be shaking. First mission jitters? No, there was no way in hell this guy was a beginner. She tilts her head at this suspiciously. A thought keeps ringing in the medic's head for reasons she wasn't sure of. "Do I kn-"
Abruptly, he goes to grab her, but the girl dances out of the way. The medic jumps on his back, and the man growls frustrated. She nearly slips off causing them both to stagger. Her opponent seemed to have enough strength in his neck alone to keep them up. A black mist appears all around them. She steadies herself next by wrapping her legs around his waist. The medic distracted for only a moment puts the gun to his throat. She couldn't see where they were. Engulfed in darkness.
As the blackness fades she is someplace, she doesn't recognize. Still holding onto the kidnapper's back, he crashes to the deck. She lands on top of him with a gasp. Standing she searches for the exit. She sees the rooms are locked from the interior. She refused to turn on any lights for fear of waking her abductor. The home was fully furnished and looked well taken care of, a safe house? She scoffs, kneeling next to the unconscious man she beings patting him down. She couldn't tell if there was a key with all the... buckles... she rolls him over, with great effort, staring into the mask. She contemplates if she should kill him.
Scanning the room repeatedly, no windows. Her sedation gun was empty, and the medic didn't have any ammo on her person. She reaches for her blade. Hesitation nearly paralyzes her. Something was telling her not to kill him, screaming it, in fact.
"Come on, Nox... It's just one more sleeping sacrifice." She states reassuring herself. She peers into the mask. It was like staring into an abyss; naturally, she had to know if there was actually someone underneath. As she reaches out to reveal him, the man arouses. He became quickly aware of his situation and takes the girl's wrist hostage giving it a brutal squeeze.
"Enjoying the pat-down were we?" She says covering her pained condition. The man sits up; she could feel the anger emulating from him. He lets out a low groan of irritation.
"Talking won't help. Best shut up before you end up dead."
"Dead? Then how would you find my serum?"
"My part of the mission has been completed. Now sit and be quiet like a good girl." Just back up… He wasn't even supposed to get involved.
"Good girl? Sorry, I don't think good girls get kidnapped by masked men." She mocks her wrist getting a tighter clasp. She flinches at the pain but laughs. Her response was quite refreshing for the man. She was much braver than past acquisitions obviously, unfortunately fortuitous.
"You're a tough one, aren't you?" He bites out in a snarky tone.
"What of it, prick?"
"I think you'd be a fun toy." He sneers, apparently behind the mask.
"Oh, yeah? Just so you know, I'm gently used with minor damages." The man in black sputters slightly trying to hold back a chuckle. The girl huffs with a grin still trying to pull away. He lets her go, and she puts her back to the wall. The masked kidnapper observes her reaching for something.
"Don't bother, unless you want to spend your time unconscious."
"Would you tuck me in at least?" She blows her bangs from her face.
"You wield that mouth of yours like a weapon..." she swears she hears the smile in his voice. Customarily, this sort of behavior would drive the man wild. He didn't appreciate insubordination.
"How long we in here?" She asks now leaning forward slightly as some of her long locks fall over her shoulder.
"Not sure when extraction is. Mission got a little messy. Sombra was just supposed to be in and out" The girl scoots toward him slightly. Reaper was surprised by this. He sees her with what seemed to be a calm demeanor. Her eyes are full of interest, but of course, they are.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm a bit of a wildcard. And a light sleeper. Don't know how many times that's saved my life." The man snorts as if amused. He studies the girl thoughtfully. He crouches looking her in her orbs. She blinks a few times but does not retract. It's as if he picked up a rambunctious puppy off the streets than an actual woman.
"Are you not afraid?" He asks leaning into her more without recognizing it. A puppy with the gravitational pull of the sun.
"Oh, no, I'm terrified. Just been trained to keep a level head." The medic rubs the back of her head. Nox has a small grin on her features her overall vibe felt epidemic. Somehow she gave off a feeling that everything was okay. He didn't know if things weren't okay, but what was it that she made him feel? Solace? He banishes the thought from his mind. He struggles to keep his composure. He sternly tells himself to get it together.
"Interrogating you will be fun." His voice low and gravelly. Back to gloom and threats, Reaper... Focus. The girl stares up at him, and he notices the smallest shiver from her. He arches an eyebrow at this. That wasn't a shiver of dread…
"Can we keep things pleasant while we wait?" She asks genuinely.
"What?" He asked astounded. "You're a weird one." He attaches.
"Normal doesn't get anyone anywhere. So, thank you." He just snorts again.
"In a past life, we may have gotten along."
"What should I call you?" The man stops for a long moment. He was getting too comfortable with the girl. Should he introduce himself? Could he?
"Reaper." He said against his better judgment. The word regret just kept popping into his mind.
"Appropriate." She replies solely. He scowled at that. She had some pleasantry. That brain of hers would be of enormous value to talon. He ponders if he could persuade her into joining plus, having soldiers practically immortal on the battlefield against Overwatch peaks his enthusiasm.
"So, uh, you got a real name?" Nox inquires without any regard to consequences. A challenge did present itself, something she can possibly charm her way out of. It's been a while.
"None of your business." He snaps, trying not to show alarm.
"Okay. Fine, I get it. Thought I would ask. You remind me of someone."
"Who?" He feels his chest tighten at the this. Did she..?
"Kinda your personality and whatever, but like, your body height and build are very similar to..."