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Name is McCree, Jesse McCree. Former Blackwatch member of Overwatch's covert ops division. And well, unfortunately, from lack of better judgment on my young impressionable juvenile mind, X Deadlock gang member. I ain't the first one to conclude that I was a snot nose punk, who's mouth got him into more trouble then out of it when I was a younger man, but hell I won't be the last to admit it either. A totally hand full for everyone around me. A real pain in the ass.
I thought I was above the law, breaking rules, joining biker gangs, fooling around with lady friends, robbing trains, drinking booze and I wasn't even 21 yet. I didn't even have my driver license no less a motorcycle license. I even sold my social security card for a gun. I had no name and lived free and wild as a man or woman should. The only thing I took pride in, other than the draw, was my motorcycle. I paid cash for that old hog. Cash from a mugging. Not proud of it, but facts are facts. That's life as I knew it as the punk I was.
That life didn't last long. I was only 17 going on 18 within months coming up to the sting. The sting that landed the Deadlock Gang behind bars and me with it. I was ready to rot with em, and to my knowledge now in the present, also break out with em with the fall of Overwatch. That is not what happen, however. Me not taking it as a blessing at first, with the wild, pent up anger and dead eye, I was recruited into Blackwatch. I say recruited now, but in the past, I would've begged to differ. I felt forced and trapped. My freedom was taken away. Only now I see the light.
With that said when I joined Blackwatch I got me a mentor named Gabriel Reyes. God bless his soul… if he stayed dead long enough and didn't try to kill every last member of Overwatch. Including me.
Regardless, he was my mentor and the leader of Blackwatch. Boy, did I give him a hard time. When I say a hard time. I mean it. Over the countless punishments and cruel ruthless training. I still, even laying on the ground too tired to get up, butt horns with the man. Fighting at each moment I got. In return, I got broken bones, a missing tooth, and a real good lip lashing. Even with that I still refuse to do nothing. Beating me with discipline and drilling me ain't enough to keep my remarks to myself. A good whipping didn't either. You can't tame a wild horse without expecting it to rear up and run given the chance too. Same goes for a kid who blows up a train and smuggled weapons without a care in the world.
Bottom line it was a living hell. A living hell for me and a living hell for Reyes my first few years. Seeing how he is now. I'm kind of glad and kind of sad.
Funny thing is that I was only like that around Reyes. Most of the time I kept to myself. Bared up in my room or shooting at the range. Missing the old ways life I suppose. Also at the time, there was this little gal always hanging around with her ma at the base. I even looked after her a couple times shockingly. You may know this little gal as Fareeha, but I just call her scout after that mockingbird story. Her ma? Well her name was Ana Amari and to this day I still fear and respect her accordingly. No fury like ma knowing her baby is in trouble. She made it very clear the first time she introduced her daughter to me. Something on the line of they won't find the body if I talk bad about heroes. I happily obliged to her simple request. I ain't heartless enough to kill a kid's dream. Anyway, I always was good looking after kids. It came naturally to me. Not sure why.
Remembering right, I got hang around Angela, aka Mercy, a lot when the kid came around. Quick friends as we were the same age. We got to chit chat a lot and I thought she was awfully cute. However, our chemistry and preference didn't line up well. Let say she didn't find my younger self charming when I would flirt with anything that walks, but ya'll already know that we don't end together.
With only Angela and the kid, I didn't really love the idea of being part of Blackwatch at the beginning. My first year was all basic training and learning plans and protocol. Quick wit along with that eye of mine made that boring for me. Each new concept was easy to grasp and each training exercise was nothing but a waste of time. Some call me bright, others like Reyes called me a monster to deal with. Just too smart for my own good. I never bragged about it either, because I just did not care if I was bright or not. However being too smart for something means ya have to find something to challenge yourself with. My idea of a challenge is seeing how much trouble I could sure up for Reyes without Morrison getting called in. If he did. I used my smart ass mouth to try to pin it on Reyes. Never goes too well, but it kept things interesting down at the base. Aw, those were the day.
Once Reyes caught on that basic training was too easy for me and I had no interested in book smarts. He started teaching me how to speak Español. I knew some of it already growing up in new Mexico, but I was always keen on learning more. It was something to keep my mind on track and to form some sort of common ground between me and Reyes. I still was a pain in the ass for him, but less so after that.
With that being said, as the young man I was, I resented Blackwatch. The numerous times I tried to escape and to be only dragged back in a matter of days after leaving. I felt like a caged bird wanting desperately to fly them blue open skies of the Chihuahuan Desert. Nowadays I regret wishing Blackwatch would disband. Regret is a regret I suppose. Can't change anything bellyaching over it. I wish I knew how good I had it.
Moving on, I was always a little too loud and a little too wild to be tamed. Or that is what I and everyone thought, but things seem to change when you fall in love. Don't gag now. I know how sappy that sounds. Of all dem love cliches I had to have the sappiest one happen to me. I'm being honest here. I never thought I would fall in love at first sight no less and at 19 years old with a blade at my throat. Maybe jumping the gun little on that. Let me go back to the start to make things a little clearer.
It all begins in a dark metal meeting room in a watchpoint somewhere in the pacific.(It had been a little over a year since I joined Blackwatch.) I can't tell ya much about the room other than it was a generic boardroom with a long table and chairs. Reason being I was busy watching gurgling bubbles. Yeah, bubbles. The water cooler in the corner of the room type of bubbles. I studied that tank like a hawk about catch a field mouse. It was not hard to notice how the bubbles gurgle up every time ya take a teaspoon worth of water from it. Didn't help it leaked so it made a noise every few minutes. It also bothered me how we got all this grade A technology and yet water coolers are the same dopey looking things.
Anyway, I was sitting at the far most chair on the right side of the rectangular table. Sitting at the table end with his back to the door, was Reyes. Sitting across from me was Ana and I think there were some other operatives there too. I ain't sure as I was particularly entranced by them bubbles gurgling in the corner. So entranced, that I was barely listening to anything that was being described to me and the rest of the team. I had my chin resting in my palm. A lick drool at the corner of my mouth. My eyes had heavy lids to em. So heavy that I, more than once during that meeting, blacked out as it was beyond boring.
Next thing I know I had a heavy manila folder hit me square in the nose. Stirring me awake as I nearly fell out of the chair and onto my ass. Snapping my body back into perfect posture at the stern grumble beside me.
"Pay attention," Reyes said above a growl. He always growled at me. And if he ain't growling at me he was growling at someone else. Like someone always spits in his coffee every morning. The only exception was Morrison, Ana, Reinhardt, and a few other higher members of Overwatch. He talked normally to them. No one else.
However, I can count only a few times in my life he talked normally to me. One of those times I got real sick. Almost died kind of sick. Had a fever of 104 and Angela worked day and night to keep me from keeling over. I heard her cry sometimes. Never in front of me nor in front of any of her other patients. But as soon as the medical current was pulled between us. She bawled her eyes out. Then after a week or so of crying. Reyes started sitting by my side and that is when I knew I was really sick. Don't remember much of what he said. Don't remember much of anything at that time. All I know he was talking and that I was dying and I never said thank you for that.
Going on with the story, I gave him the best scowl I could fix in my mug. Only to have Reyes give me the same look back ten fold. I, fixing my hat on my head proper, said. "Pay attention? Yeah right. Ya'll just need to tell me where to shoot," Propping up my boots onto the table. I slid the manila folder off the stainless steel table top and held it. Not bother opening it right away. I then said. "We don't need to go through his formal bs, do we?"
"Watch your tone," Reyes said with a glare.
"Unfortunately, we do. If you were paying attention you would know that this is not that type of mission, Jesse," Ana interrupts as she tends to do. "This is about reconnaissance. No need for shooting unless needed," Ana always spoke to me like she understood everything and always knew what to say. She was a lot nicer too than Reyes, but way more scarier at the same time too. "It's low stakes if we play it right,"
"Eh? Why do ya need me for it?" I asked. "If I'm not shooting anyone?"
"Not everything is about shooting," Ana rolled her eyes at me. She did that a lot and it was always directed towards me every time. "You are a big part of this mission. If it's going to be successful or not depends on how well you can play your role,"
"Unfortunately," Reyes added in.
"Yes unfortunate really," Ana agreed. "But we do need you,"
I looked at the thick folder again before I said. "Are ya'll just trying to butter me up so I'd do what ya say? Cuz y'all are piss poor at it,"
"No," Said Ana and Reyes at the same time. "Like we would do that,"
"Maybe you should try it sometime… Whatta ya want me to do anyhow?" I asked.
I could still see that frustration on Reyes face at the near sound of my question. The question I should've known the answer to if I was remotely paying attention. He goes on to hiss at me like the snake he really was. "Open the damn file and read it yourself. As for the rest of you. Meet back here at 18:00 on the dot for preparations. You are all dismissed,"
"Yes sir," Everyone said before chatting among themselves. I had better things to do than chit chat with everyone. Like watching watercooler bubble.
I looked at the folder that he tossed at me to only drop back down on the table. "Yeah whatever hardass. Like I'd read anything ya give me," I whispered to myself thumping my boots to the ground. I got up from the chair and stretched my back. Didn't feel like reading something boring.
"Where do you think you are going?" Reyes said as I headed to the door with all the others. I swiveled around on the heel of my boot to face him. All I saw was his back of course. He never did like looking at me when he talked.
Reyes, not turning to face me, demanded. "Sit back down, Jesse McCree we aren't finished yet," Man did I hated when he call me by my full name like that. I felt like a little kid who's done something wrong and his pop is about to whip him for it.
"Yeah yeah," I said, but before I even move I see Ana get up.
She walks up to me put her hand on my shoulder. Often she looked me up and down to make sure I was all there or that is what it felt like to me. Going through that checklist in her head before smiling and handing me the folder I purposely left on the table. "I think you might need this, cowboy," Ana said before walking off and leaving me to face my mortal enemy alone.
Once I heard that sliding metal door closes with a thud behind me. I walked over and planted myself right back down in my chair. Reyes was too busy rustling through his papers to care that I was glaring at him. Great, I thought. He giving me the silent treatment. I knew what he wanted and I wasn't going to be able to leave anytime soon because of it.
So I lied down the folder onto the table top. The generic file had the word confidential in big bright red spooky letters stamped on the cover of it and below it read Blackwatch personnel only. Nothing different from all the other folders I had received and didn't read. I opened it up half interested in it. I thought it was gonna be another run of the mill mission. I never knew how wrong I was, but I was no fortune teller either.
So I began to read through the first report. Okay. It was more like read the first page and skimmed through the rest before I asked Reyes. "So… what so important about gaining info on these -um how do ya pronounce this- Shimada clan folk?"
"Read page 4," Reyes said writing something down. Even without looking at me. He knew I wasn't really reading.
"Do ya think this is the really the best time for you to be doing your reports?" I snarked at him doing his paperwork in front of me. "When you should be telling me about-"
"Page 4, McCree" Reyes interrupting me.
"Yeah heard ya the first time. Page 4. O-K," I grumbled. Lightly skimming through that page one more time. Boring as boring could get I asked Reyes a different question. "What is a yakuza? It mentions it a couple times here. It's like a gang right?"
"Not a yakuza. It's the yakuza," Reyes corrected me. I hated that too. Being corrected for your mannerisms.
"What the difference does it make. They both are meaningless articles," I said. "Are ya gonna tell me or not boss?"
Reyes gave out the most defeated sigh before he explained. "The yakuza is a Japanese gang equivalent to the mafia back in the states, but far more dangerous and also very traditional,"
"So these um Shimada folks are the real deal then, hum," I said folding the corner of one of the pages. Not because I was bookmarking it or anything. It was just something to do with my hands while I think. "Hum. Gun trade. Interesting. I never heard of em,"
"They're criminal empire established centuries ago and make their home in Hanamura Japan. Running strong in the illegal drug and gun trade till this day, but that is not what they are most known for in the criminal underworld," Reyes said seeing how he figured that I wasn't gonna read the whole thing.
"Whatta they know for most then?" I asked. "Human trafficking? Prostitutes? Um bombs?"
"You wouldn't need to guess if you read it," Reyes hissed. "The Shimada clan is most noted for their skills in assassinations," Reyes then sipping his coffee said. "There are the best in the business,"
"Whoa, ya gotta be kidding me. Real clan of assassins,"
Reyes gave me the stink eye as he growled. "Unfortunately yes. They are so skilled in fact we are having trouble getting the evidence we need to undermine their operation. Not to mention they leave no trace of evidence and have the cops eating out of their hands,"
"Whatta about a sting?" I said. "It worked for Deadlock. It could work for them,"
"That's what we hope for," Reyes said annoyed that he had nothing on the Shimada clan. With a sense of disappointment in his voice, Reyes admitted. "We can't even set them up for the drug trafficking no less one of their assassination. All our attempts have been futile,"
"Futile, now that's a big word for ya," I tested the old man. "Ya sounding more and more like that Jack Morrison,"
"Don't remind me," Holding his hands to his face as Reyes grumbled into them. "And show more respect to golden boy. Even if he's a try-hard. He still the leader,"
"Weren't ya'll buddy buddy the other day?"
"Cállate," Cracking his neck as he turned to face with that bitter look he always had. "Keep on track,"
"Fine," I said then asked. "So what then? Is this mission a sting or not a sting?"
"If you'd pay attention. You would've known that this mission, you are going to partake in willing or not, is an attempt to receive some critical information on the clan so we can set up a sting in the future. It is espionage-,"
"Spying?" I interrupted him. "That all? Some cowardly spying?"
"And recovery," Said Reyes as he ran his hand down his face. "Listen, McCree, I'm going to cut to the chase,"
"About time," I remarked. "So what do ya need me to do if I ain't shooting no one?"
"Don't play it off as some kind of joke," Reyes said. "Your function is the most important and dangerous part of the operation,"
"I and danger go together as well as the sun in the desert," Never liking to stay one place if I'm told to, I started to get antsy just sitting there. "Tell me already so I can leave,"
"You will be, for lack of a better word, a distraction for time,"
"A… distraction?" I couldn't help, but take a little offense to that. "Why the hell am I gotta be some dumb distraction when I'm hella lot more useful at fighting? It's like asking a mountain lion to sing show tunes. That's loco,"
"Stop running your mouth for once and listen up," Reyes grumbled. "Your part is key."
"Than answer me this. Who or what am I gonna be distracting then that so dangerous?"
"Take a look for yourself," Sliding a face down photograph across the table, Reyes said. "You will be distracting the first son of the Shimada clan, Hanzo Shimada"
"Eh, by distraction does that mean I can't shoot him?" I said tapping back of the photo with my finger. Didn't care to look at it yet. I had questions to ask.
"Contain him not kill him. No lethal force, unless your life is on the line," Reyes said. "We do not want any casualties if can prevent it,"
"Did Morrison speech the other day move you that much, cuz you are started to sound a lot like that golden boy as ya put it," I asked. I was referring to the speech that happened earlier that week given by Morrison. It was about how Overwatch is here to protect the world. Trying to encourage us at Blackwatch to remember that. Reyes was not a very happy camper after that until he had one on one chat with that Morrison.
"No, I'm just following the rules Jack all too kindly reminded us of," Reyes said in the most sarcastic tone. The way he said Jack with a strange emphasis on it made me think of an old housewife nagging about her hubby. "Anyway, don't rear of the subject or bring up Jack again. Already have a headache,"
"Finally, why do you need me to distract this guy anyway?"
"There're a couple reasons, but mostly me and Ana would be busy carrying out the most delicate parts of the operation with our own teams. You are the odd man out as you don't fit either task because of your lack of training," Reyes rubbed his chin while he said. "The other thing is… if things look dicey I know you always find a way to save your own skin."
"Hey that seems like you're trying to compliment me there,"
"Trust me. I'm not," Reyes sighed closing his file. "Just remember this McCree. You are buying time for the rest of us to do our job. That's it. Buying time doesn't mean get yourself killed now or do something stupid,"
"This Hanzo guy doesn't seem all that tough sounding Reyes," Leaning back in my chair and winked at the old man. "Don't need to worry for little old me, boss,"
"That cocky attitude is going to get yourself killed," Reyes warned me. He even went as far as to kick my chair. It made me fall backward as I flailed my arms like a chicken trying to fly.
"Hey now! What the hell, Reyes!" I shouted at him getting right back up.
"That's what happens when you lean in chairs. You fall," Reyes said as he then looked me directly in the eye. He only did that when he wanted me to really listen to him. "If you can't hold him back. Radio me or Ana directly and get out. Do I make myself clear,"
"Yup sir," I said. Watching the man get up, my attention was drawn back down to the photo on the table. I placed my hand onto only to turn my gaze back at Reyes. I had one more question. I asked him. "Reyes why are we so concerned about this guy anyway?"
With his back turned to me, I heard Reyes grunt. "We need eyes on the assassin so we ourself don't get assassinated, McCree."
"Make sense to me," I was satisfied with that answer, but I guess Reyes wasn't.
"This assassin will be the only one there in Hanamura on the 8th and we can't let him go contacting his father about our plans until we obtain what we are after. That's why your job is important," There was an urgency in his voice, but only a hint of it. I couldn't see his face. I always wonder what face he was making when he mumbled something. Something I could not make out. However, the only thing he did say clearly was. "Meet back here with the rest of the team and make sure you read the damn file,"
"Have I ever let ya down?"
"Sí, many times McCree," Reyes said before leaving me alone in that boardroom. Yeah, he was right too. I've let him down many times. Only when it's something not so important, however, this mission is going to be the first and last time I really disappointed him. It all starts with that photo there on that stainless steel table to set everything in motion.
I lifted the photo up. I said before peering down on it. "Okay, mister Hanzo let see what yer ugly mug looks like," My eyes studied the figure on the card stock photograph. The man, who I have been informed that was Hanzo Shimada, stared back at me with a piercing gaze. He was faired skin and far more pale compared to my desert dry hide. Long dark hair too. It was a shimmery black color. Made me think of a piece of coal and how it somewhat shined caught in the right light. He was clean shaved and had a rather stoic looking face.
The man was also young as he stood upright and rigid like a statue. One year off from my very own age making him 20. I being 19 at the time of course. He looked it too. Young I mean. Real youthful young that lot people would kill for.
Also, I remember staring at the photo for longer than I should have. Way longer than a couple minutes. A trance. It's as if I was in a trance. I wanted to have a photocopy of the picture in my mind. An exact identical copy of every little detail on file in my brain. The reason, I think looking back on it now, was if I lost the physical photo I still got my memory. Silly things about memory are. Ya never can recount every little detail. Not this time, though. I had a carbon copy of each little pixel because I didn't want to forget what he looked like.
Not long after initially studying the photo for god knows how long. Something just clicked in my head. First words that came to mind was also the first thing I said aloud.
"Pretty. He's real pretty,"
Now that really started things as I began to eye the man. Noticing each little thing about him. How his eyes seem to look right through you and that the bridge of his nose was scrunched up a tad. A well-defined chin and jaw. A longer face shape that came to a point. I noticed the way he held himself up. The way his crystal clear skin looked light contrasted to his black neat hair. That he probably smells real good and them sharp dark eyes of his were striking. How everything about him was youthful, fit and healthy. Not wrinkle or bump or blemish in sight. His build that wasn't too big nor too small. All of it. I noticed all of it and my conclusion was also my verdict. That this Hanzo Shimada was real pretty to look at.
So pretty, in fact, I got all self-conscious for a moment there looking at the photo. It soon passes through as I wasn't one for being self-conscious. Didn't sit well with me. I thrived on being what I call confidence while other argue cockiness. Also, as vain as I come, I knew I ain't that far off being called stud myself. (Sure as hell not ugly.) Back then I was tall for my age, rough beat up look, and had rather a good shape to me. A real bad boy cowboy persona I had rolling. Had the personality and the history to back that up too. Regardless my bad record I was a charmer for sure. Didn't complain about it either or was I modest. I admit I ran after tail like no tomorrow when I wasn't on a job during my days in the deadlock gang. Flirting whenever I got a chance and sealing the deal with it. Didn't change when I joined Blackwatch, but a thing is everyone was much older than I was. So I hadn't a slight chance to get with anyone. Doesn't mean I didn't try.
Nevertheless the more I thought about that photo. The more I was getting aware of what I was feeling. The more I felt the man's eyes on me. I had to look around the empty boardroom. The room sat in silence. I knew no one was there. Reyes had been long gone and all there was in the room was a bubbling water cooler, a heavy file and lastly a photo in my paw of a real jaw dropper.
I didn't factor in how unlucky I can be as I didn't stay alone for long.
Schlik. The sound of the metal door slid open scaring the dickens out of me. Outta the corner of my eye, I could see someone standing under it. I straight up and ignored em. The reason why was because I jumped out my skin leading me to drop the photo. The photo I didn't particularly want to lose.
"Shit!" I barked as I slam myself against the table in an attempt to snatch it back. Ended up knocking my chair over while trying to grasp the slippery piece of parchment. I did grab it, however, I supported all my weight on my left-hand you see. Left palm faced down on the table right no reason to be concerned? Wrong as I had it dead center on the thick file Reyes told me to read. Caused it to slip right up from under me. Karma is a bitch for I sent the file flying off the table. Slammed my chin on the steal while top secret papers spewed out of like a confetti shooter onto the ground.
"Ach nein! Jesse are you alright!" The voice called out to me in that familiar German accent. I guess she had ran right up at me as I felt her hand on my back. "What just happen?"
"Aw hell. Just my dumb luck that's what happen," I crowed face down on the table. I'm just glad my chin didn't split open because of how hard I smacked it against the table. "Do ya ever knock, doc?"
"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you!" I moved my head up to see Angela looken down on me like the angel she was. All my pain seem to vanish in an instance. She asked me a question that she said almost every day to me. "Are you feeling O.K? Quite a fall you had there,"
"Yeah well I've been falling all day it seems," I said remembering Reyes kicking me outta my chair. Angela gave me that worried look queuing me to say. "I mean I'm fine doc," That worried wart of a face didn't leave her. Made me feel worried for myself for some odd reason as I asked her. "I don't look hurt do I?"
"No," She said then put her hand to my forehead. Soft feeling and cooler than I thought anyone's hands could be as she still had the look in her eye. When she did stuff like that I got me wondering it something really was wrong, but most of the time it was her over analyzing things.
Playing off it, as I occasionally do, I said. "I thought I wasn't yer type, doc angel?"
"I believe it is pronounced Doctor Angela," She smiled at me while crushing my attempts. "A common mistake, cowboy,"
"And shot down again I see. They should call you doctor heartbreak," I said to her with a weak attempt at a chuckle, but she didn't comment. Her hand was still pressed against my forehead making me sweat in my boots. "Um, Angela?"
"You feel warm…" Angela finally said with a frown that seems out of place on her face. I didn't like that. "Are you sure you are feeling fine?"
"Right as rain," I confirmed. Now that she had mentioned it to me, I did feel rather warm at that moment.
"Your cheeks look flushed too," Angela said removing her hand. "Are you eating well? Drinking enough water?
"Yeah?"
"You don't feel light headed now do you?" She asked me as I got off the table. She watched me pick up the chair off the ground and sit it upright again. "I just don't want you getting sick that's all,"
"Me either and I don't feel light headed," I waved her off and repeated. "I'm fine, doc, honest,"
"If you say so. If you start feeling off in the slightest please tell me," Angela said meekly. "Jesse?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Why are you crumpling that up?" Angela points out my hand. I raised up my right arm, the doc was referring to and gave it a once over. It took me a second to register what she was talking about. Okay so ya know when you grab an empty can expecting it to be full, but it's not and you accidentally crush it slightly. That's what happen, not to a can, but to the photo when I grabbed it earlier. Like the dummy I was back then, I forgot I was holding the photo in my hand.
Taking a deep breath I then uttered. "Dammit all," Placing the photo on the table, I began to straighten it out. White thin creases and cuts and folds mucked up the card stock. I stared at it a second and sighed. It was intact but beaten up. It didn't really affect the actual picture as it still showed the stunner and beauty. Only it just looks like it's been folded too many times. Add a coffee stain. You got yourself an old-timey photo from 1990's.
"Phew, I don't think the old boss man would give me another one," I said more to myself, then to Angela. It didn't stop her from speaking.
"I think it looks fine," Angela said in attempts to cheer me up.
"Yeah he is fine," I said starry-eyed at the picture. "Mighty fine,"
"What?" Angela said.
"What?" I awkwardly repeated back at her. Her eyes widen and stared at me as if I caught fire. I might as well have at that moment. With her eyes locked on me I could not help, but turn bright red. We both kind of stared at each other for a full 10 seconds before we both busted out laughing. Not like haha that was funny, but a haha this is awkward and I'm not sure what to say.
"Um, s-should I ask?" Angela broke first as she questions.
"I think we should just, you know um, not talk about it," I said to her as I fold up the photo and shove it into my pocket. "Sow our lips shut ya know,"
"Are you sure?" She asked puffing out her cheeks a bit. "I really want to know now?"
"I wish I could, but I'm not supposed to talk about. Mission stuff…" I could see the disappointment on her face.
"Oh. I understand," Angela said. I don't know know how she does it, but she made me feel a lot more worse not telling her.
"You know what nevermind," I said annoyed at myself for getting so embarrassed and guilt trip with just two words. "Your a friend right?"
"Yes!" That made her smile like no tomorrow. "We're friends,"
"Okay good," Shoving my hand into my pocket to pull out the very crinkly photo. I showed it to her. "Do you think this guy pretty?"
Angela studied it and then looked at me kind of worried. "Well, I wouldn't use the word pretty. More like handsome or good-looking,"
"Naw," I protested turning the photo back around so I could look at it some more. "I think he's real pretty. Super pretty,"
"I see…" Angela said shrugging it off. "I guess if you feel that way. You feel that way."
"Yeah, but the thing is he's an enemy." Turning my head up to look at her, I said. "He also can't be that pretty in real life right,"
"That is too bad to hear," Angela could see how bummed out I was. "Maybe he is just photogenic and is really ugly,"
"I doubt it,"
"You really fond of him aren't you if you are defending him like that," Angela said with a smile.
"No he just another pretty face that I'm admiring." I sigh before asking Angela. "Do you think-"
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but is that photo what you were looking at when I came in?" Angela asked.
"Yeah, I was," I said and then looked down at the paper mess. "What a fool thing I did letting all them paper fall. Oh well can't beat gravity,"
"Oh well? You are not just going to leave that there are you?" Angela questioned me.
I shrugged at her before asking. "What did you want anyway?"
"What did I want?" The doctor paused a moment to think. She then said after clapping. "Yes. I remember now. I need your help in the clinic because I need someone tall to replace a burnt out bulb. Ana and Torbjörn have been trying to change it for the past 20 minutes,"
"They both can be stubborn as a mule," I sighed. "Not like I ain't any better though,"
"I think they are still at it," Angela put her hand to the side of her face. "I hope they don't get hurt again,"
"Don't worry doc, I got your back," I said to her as I step over the pile of papers on the ground. She quickly followed after me. Stopping at the metal door I asked her one last thing. "Don't tell Reyes okay?"
"What? About the papers?" Angela blankly said. "I'm sure he going to yell at you if you just leave them there,"
"No, about the photo of the guy I think is pretty,"
"Patient confidentiality it is then," She smiled at me. "You have my word,"
"Thanks, now let's make sure them shorties didn't get themselves killed," I said back at her before exiting the boardroom.
Little did Angela know how thankful I really was, for her confidentiality and her understanding. I'm afraid the dominoes just wouldn't have lined up and fall down just as well if she didn't. One word to Reyes and I'm sure this would have been a totally different story. I just wanted to make that clear.
Now jumping forward to the night of the operation I was feeling all sort of things and love wasn't one of them.
Author's note* This is my first attempt at an AU and first person point of view. A double whammy! Next chapter is gonna have a lot of young Hanzo in it so don't worry about that. um so yeah... there also gonna have some Genji in it later on. cool cool..
