Edit: Revisions to grammar and sentence structure. No need to reread if you've already read.
Edit 2: Fixed awkward writing, varied some words, made it a lot less repetitive and addressed some concerns about parachutes.
One week after crash landing, Overwatch Sparring Grounds
Russell sidestepped a hit towards his face by Tracer. The woman was fast, very much so. However her movements were predictable and always seemed to favor fanciness instead of efficiency. He tackled her as she was preparing to jump, pinning her down under his weight.
Tracer blinked away from underneath him, quickly taking the upper hand as she pressed her dual pistols against the back of Russell's head. He didn't take this lightly, twirling his body with enough force to throw her off, sending her tumbling to the side.
Tracer quickly stood back up and blinked towards Russell, her fists up. He parried her first punch—but on her second attempt she threw it and blinked mid-way so he wasn't able to block in time. She was able to land several strikes on him with this method, but all it took was a firm grip on her wrist and now the games were over. He tightened his hold as Tracer tried to blinked away then grabbed her neck with his other hand and lifted her up—slamming her to the ground behind him.
"Nice." Jingles commented.
Tracer looked like she still had some energy in her left but was fiddling with the device on her chest, calling a timeout.
"Ah, bloody hell!" She grumbled as her fingers tweaked and patted over the apparatus. "Yeah, thing's fucked."
Russell scratched the back of his forehead. "Oh…uh, sorry." He sheepishly said.
"Oh, not your fault!" Tracer smiled at him before steadily standing up. "Besides, Winston can get this up and running in a jiffy!"
"Well, see ya!" She did a short wave before hopping over the ring boundaries.
"Nice one there, oh honorable Guardian." Jingles snarked.
"You're god damn lucky I can't see you right now." Russell snapped back. He hopped over the ring, towards the showers. On the way there he was stopped by his new commander, Gabriel Reyes.
"Once you're done your shower, meet me at the briefing room." The man briefly said before letting go of Russell's shoulder.
"Wonder if it's our first mission." Russell thought as he entered a shower cubicle and got undressed.
"Probably is, hopefully it isn't something boring."
/
Half an hour later…
Shower done, mind refreshed, it was go time. Russell's armor rematerialized on him as he exited the shower room. A waypoint to the briefing room was placed on his HUD.
"You map out the place yet? Every nook and cranny?" Russell asked.
"Yep! Even the secret underground lab!"
"Underground lab?"
"Long story. I also compiled some short documents of the history of this world, Overwatch, Omnics, you name it. Let me know if you want to bring it up." Jingles said, with a tinge of proudness in his voice.
"I'll look at it in my down time," Russell replied.
The door to the briefing room opened, and Russell's helmet dematerialized as he entered. At the other side of the massive planning table littered with tablets and holograms were Gabriel Reyes and Angela Ziegler. The latter looking at him sharply, with a hint of suspicion.
"Agent Dulk." Reyes acknowledged his presence.
"Sir," Russell nodded in reply and stood at the side of the table opposite from the two others.
"Nervous?" Gabriel cracked a small smile.
"Not really," Russell replied. "Not my first time doing this sort of stuff."
"Good." The commander nodded and a hologram appeared in front of Russell. "Your mission is to accompany madam Ziegler here and provide protection versus any terrorist and/or Omnic activity."
"Understood sir, how am I supposed to approach this mission?" Russell scrolled down the details of the operation.
"You are to not be seen by the public. Eliminate any potential threats with extreme prejudice."
"Roger that. Any additional details I should be aware of?"
"There will be civilians in the area, so watch your fire."
"That was kinda implied but okay." Jingles mused.
"Deployment will be at oh-nine-hundred, be there on time. You are dismissed."
Russell nodded before turning towards the door and walking out of the room.
/
"Punctual, I like it." Gabriel commented as the door closed behind Russell. "No frills kind of soldier."
Angela really didn't like this man, but she had to agree. "I still think he's hiding something, I can see right through him."
"I'll make sure to pay more attention to him." Reyes shrugged as Angela frowned.
"I don't think you understand my concern." Angela said, turning towards Gabriel. "I don't think he's following us because he has to. He can overpower any one of us, and he knows it. There's something keeping him from using his powers against Overwatch."
"Honor, maybe? A good guy at heart?" Reyes chuckled.
"If that's the case, I wonder why he would choose Blackwatch?" Gabriel grimaced at the remark. "We both know the tendencies your agents tend to have under your command."
The man grumbled for a bit. "We'll discuss this later."
Angela sighed, shutting her eyes for a second, then turned towards the briefing room door.
"Be careful out there," Gabriel called out before she left.
/
The airship had departed around half an hour ago. They were expected to arrive at Cape Town, South Africa in another 30 minutes.
There was an MRSA outbreak at the location and Overwatch pledged to assist, sending Doctor Ziegler—better known as Mercy. Also stored inside the ship were containers with what Jingles identified as vaccines, food, and field base deployment equipment. The crates were guarded by a few foot soldiers that walked around aimlessly, talking to each other about whatever was trending right now.
Russell slumped forward in his seat, tapping his knees.
"Sit up straight, that posture is bad for your spine." Doctor Ziegler remarked from a few feet away, sat at another spot. Russell immediately put his back straight. Her stern voice scared him a bit.
"Her voice kinda scares me too." Jingles said.
"I swear to the Traveler that you will not exist by the end of this ride."
"Uh, I'm seeing some bogeys on the ground! Tell the pilot, they can't see them from here!" Russell jumped from his seat and dashed straight to the pilot's cab, breaking the lock that kept the door shut.
"Yo what the hell-" The co-pilot frantically turned around as the door broke.
"Foot soldiers on the ground, they're carrying rockets and have a lock on you guys." Russell interrupted, his tone grave and serious. "In fact, there are some headed for us right now."
"They can't even see us from here-"
"Trust me." His tone went cold.
"Okay, okay, jeez." The pilot replied before flicking a few switches and grabbing the microphone for the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are performing evasion tactics right now and-holy shit!"
A rocket flew past the windscreen of the airship. "Evasive measures! Make sure the supplies are secure!" The pilot screamed as he steered the ship to the side.
Russell kept his ground as the men behind him tumbled from the sudden turn. "I'll get down there and deal with them. Stay in the air, I'll link up with you guys later."
"You're crazy!" The co-pilot remarked.
"I'll see you guys later!"
Russell left the cabin room and pressed a red button on the way out.
"Where are you going?" Angela practically screamed.
"I'm gonna deal with these fucks shooting at us," Russell said as he twirled the Ace of Spades in his right hand before putting it in its holster. "I'll RV with you guys later."
"You're crazy!" Angela said.
"Co-pilot said that, See you on the other side!" Russell did a finger salute as he turned to the now open back of the ship. He took a few big steps and leaped out, freefalling in the air.
Bullets and rockets whizzed past him as he dove down, they must have seen him jump.
The area was mostly agriculture and broken buildings, with a few concrete shacks that peppered the area. The enemies were gathered around there, and present was a big container.
"Get ready for a rough landing." Jingles said.
Once he got low enough, he used a double jump to break his fall.
Russell spun the Ace of Spades in his right hand as he took it out.
Enemy soldiers were quickly amassing around him, their black uniforms matching their assault rifles that were all pointed in his direction.
"I'll be nice and let you guys put your guns down, deal?" Russell quipped as he looked around, assessing the number of surrounding enemies: He counted ten.
"Haha real-" One of the terrorists was interrupted as Russell shot him, then proceeded to get off another shot at another—both falling unceremoniously as they died.
By now, they all started shooting at him.
Russell charged one of the eight soldiers that remained, knocking him or her over as their head was crushed with a single stomp of a boot.
Seven.
Bullets flew everywhere and haphazardly landed on Russell, his shield taking the impacts. The Hunter jumped into the air, propelling himself twice to get higher elevation as he pulled out an Incendiary Grenade, throwing it down to the closest enemy. The explosive detonated in a flash of fire that quickly faded and burnt the ground surrounding it.
Collateral damage wasn't preferable, but cabbages could be regrown. Russell quickly turned as he heard an enemy try to grab his leg from behind, punching the soldier in the chest and sending them straight into the dirt. He hoped that one died instantly, cause that looked like it hurt.
Russell turned his attention to the remaining five enemies. The Ace of Spades sang its mechanical song, ending the life of another terrorist. Another round landed in another terrorist's throat, making it spray blood like a geyser.
The last three were all shaking, obviously afraid. The barrels of their assault rifles were all over the place. Russell pointed the Ace of Spades at the one in the middle.
"Put the guns down," Russell ordered, his voice full of ice.
They did as he told and threw the weapons down, Russell kicking them away afterwards. "On your knees, hands behind your head, looking down." His prisoners obeyed.
He pressed on his earpiece. "Command, I have a few prisoners-" Russell was rudely interrupted by chatter coming from one of the three men's radios. He shot the device, the bullet going through it and into his shoulder.
"Like I was saying—I have a few prisoners here." He kept a close eye on the one that was wounded.
"Interrogate then eliminate, leave no witnesses."
"Damn I don't like that idea," Russell said to Jingles.
"Just make him think you killed them."
"Roger that." Russell kneeled, facing the two that weren't injured. "So, you mind telling me who you're workin' for?"
"T-Talon! Talon just let us go! We promise we won't ever get into thi-" Russell thumbed the hammer of the Ace of Spades, which was enough to make the guy shut up.
"I didn't ask if you had any regrets." He muttered, holstering his hand cannon. That seemed to ease his prisoners a bit, except for the guy who was still screaming curses about his wound. "Does anyone know how to shut him up? There a medic around here?"
"It's-It's the guy you pummeled to the ground." A prisoner said, pointing towards the terrorist who was knocked out inside a small hole. Russell walked up to the unconscious man, patted him down and pulled out what seemed to be a med kit. He tossed it towards his prisoners, who took out a syringe and jabbed it into their injured friend.
Russell took out the Ace of Spades. "You guys might not want to look this way." He said before firing three shots.
The prisoners flinched every time there was a clang.
"Run, get outta here, and if I see you guys anywhere near Talon again..." Russell paused. "It won't be pretty." He turned away in the direction of the other groups of Talon soldiers.
"Chaotic good?" Jingles quipped.
"Wouldn't it be more lawful good cause they were terrorists?"
. . .
Russell hijacked an unmarked truck that was most likely Talon's and was headed towards Cape Town. The dirt roads eventually lead to a highway that Jingles told him was a path to the capital of South Africa.
Upon seeing the first checkpoint, he slowed down and stopped next to one of the guards wearing a yellow hazmat suit and a gas mask. The guard was also equipped with an assault rifle. They gestured for Russell to roll down the window, which he did.
"English?" The female guard asked, getting a nod from Russell. "No one's allowed in or out of the city, you have to turn back."
"I'm supposed to be guard duty for Doctor Ziegler?" Russell tilted his head. "Clearance Alpha-Delta-Tango-Bravo-Whiskey."
The guard checked with her superior, who nodded at her and she gestured for the gate to be opened. Russell slowly drove through under the guards' intense scrutiny.
The drive inside the city of uneventful, as the streets were empty due to the MRSA outbreak.
"Agent Dulk to Codename Mercy, I have entered the city." Russell said over the radio.
"Understood, I will be at the field hospital for another few hours. Keep watch and make sure Talon doesn't attempt anything." Angela's voice was accent-less and concise.
"Roger that." Russell pulled over and hopped out of the car. "Let's set up our recon spot on a rooftop somewhere."
Jingles materialized over his palm.
"I found a good vantage spot close by, you want a sniper rifle?" The Ghost asked.
"You bet." Russell nodded. The Ace of Spades disappeared, and he felt the weight of a sniper rifle on his back. "Perfect, let's head out."
. . .
The scouting so far had been uneventful. Jingles didn't point out anything, nor did Russell notice anything suspicious.
He slung the Fate Cries Foul over his shoulder and sat at the edge of the building's flat roof, his feet dangling in the air. He was bored, very much so.
"Uh, northwest, by the hospital, back entrance." Russell took out his sniper rifle once more and zoomed in on where Jingles pointed out. In his sights was a brown woman that held a high-tech Uzi in one hand while tapping some buttons on a holographic touchpad in another. The woman's hair was cut short, with strands going over her right eye. She wore unique-looking armor, part of which was a red and black cloak sporting a hexagonal pattern.
The back entrance of the hospital opened, and the woman went inside. "We better check that out."
Russell hopped down from his building, breaking his fall with a double jump before running towards the back entrance. The fence gate was suspiciously open, and the guards were nowhere to be seen. Russell stepped cautiously, making sure not to make much noise as he followed the footsteps of the woman.
"You have a bead on this girl?" Russell asked.
"She's…in the security room of the hospital. You better move quick." Russell accelerated his pace, following the the trace Jingles had on the woman. He was led to a locked door.
Readying his foot, he stepped back and kicked the it open. The piece was knocked out of the frame and fell forward. What revealed was the woman that he was following typing on the keyboard of the computer connected to a dozen monitors, quickly going back and forth through the feeds of every security camera in the hospital. The woman turned around and looked Russell in the eye.
"Damn, you saw me?" She asked, snorting afterwards. "Rhetorical question, of course you did."
Russell unholstered the Ace of Spades and cocked the hammer back, pointing the weapon straight at the woman. "Put the gun down, tell me what you're doing here and maybe I'll let you live."
"Maybe?" The woman chuckled, then snapped her fingers and the lights went out. "You made a mistake messing me."
There was commotion downstairs. "Better be fast!" The woman's voice was in his comms—Russell idly wondered how she got there in the first place. He walked to the computer terminal.
"Jingles how quickly can you get the power back on?"
"Give me some time. Hostiles are coming straight for you, hold them off and I'll fix the lights!" Russell gripped the Ace of Spades in his hands as Jingles materialized in front of the terminal and started zapping beams of light at it.
A smoke grenade rolled at Russell's feet and started spraying a light-grey gas that obscured his vision. The Hunter picked up the canister and threw it straight at the doorway, there was an impact followed by a scream as it hit someone.
The smoke covered the doorway and about half of the room. Russell heard footsteps and saw several flashlights shine through the thick smoke.
"Go, go, go! Fan out and eliminate the target!" The flashlights danced around inside their protective gaseous cover. Russell hazarded a shot at one of them, a man screamed and then something slumped to the ground.
"Man down!" Another man screamed.
Assault rifle gunfire rang through as bullets ricocheted off the walls and dug into the monitors behind Russell. "PLEASE DON'T LET THEM SHOOT ME!" Jingles screamed mentally.
Russell fired a few more shots at the lights, downing several of the unknown men.
The last set of footsteps backed off in time.
The smoke faded, and the lights went back on.
At the doorstep lay several of the hospital's security guards, in their white and red armor underneath black vests with the word 'SECURITY' on the back.
"Oh..." Russell said as he looked with wide eyes at his grave mistake. "Shit."
"Whoopsies!" The voice of the woman taunted him, giggling soon after. "Better turn yourself in!" A laugh came through the line.
Russell stepped over the bodies, into the hallway. Angela came rushing up with several security guards armed with a myriad of heavy weaponry in tow. He raised his hands and dropped his gun.
"First of all, I can explain."
The doctor's look of rage punched through Russell more than a Titan's fist.
. . .
Russell was immediately sent back to base in handcuffs and a reprimand from Reyes just waiting for him.
When the airship landed he was shoved out of the vehicle, being trailed by two heavily armored men with big machine guns.
"I fucked up bad," Russell said to Jingles.
"Yeah, you kinda did. On the bright side, I managed to find out who that woman was."
"Really?"
"Yep! She goes by Sombra. She deleted a good majority of her personal information but from her trace, I managed to find a name: Olivia Colomar."
"Interesting, we'll follow up on it later on."
Russell was led straight into Gabriel Reyes' office and was forced to sit on a chair opposite to the commander's desk. Speaking of the commander, the man was obviously very angry and looked like he was about to explode into a million pieces.
"First of all, I can-" Russell was interrupted.
"Yeah, you can explain all you want, but how am I supposed to tell Morrison that my newest agent gunned down an entire squad of hospital security guards!?" Reyes about ready to burst into flames. He slammed a fist on the table "You messed up real bad, boy, and I'm gonna have to take the fall, huh!?"
Russell tightened the seal on his lips as the commander's rant went on, he zoned it out a few minutes and waited until Gabriel stopped talking.
"Commander," Russell started. "There was a hacker that infiltrated the hospital."
Reyes' enraged expression lessened a bit at the statement. "Elaborate."
"Sombra, ring a bell?" The commander's brows furrowed. "She planted a worm in the hospital's security system. I managed to stop it from spreading to the surrounding area's medical facilities."
"I thought the soldiers barging into the security room were Talon." Russell silently gulped. "They threw a smoke grenade and I couldn't identify them. I only exercised what I knew."
It was obvious the commander wasn't at all happy at the situation but seemed to understand it a bit more. "Give me a report on the incident by tomorrow morning or your ass is toast." The man said. "Get out of my sight."
Russell stood up and left the office, the guards stayed behind.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Jingles materialized and orbited Russell's head.
He felt kind of bad about the situation, but not really. After all, he was only defending himself against a perceived threat.
"RUSSELL DULK REQUESTED AT RESEARCH LAB." The intercom called out.
Jingles disappeared. "Guess we're gonna go meet Winston."
. . .
Russell's Ghost did say that the lead scientist was a gorilla, but it was still surreal to see a life-size gorilla in a lab coat and glasses. He hadn't even seen a gorilla before!
Russell could barely contain his shock as Winston shuffled up to him. "Agent Dulk, a pleasure to meet you." The gorilla extended an enormous hand, which Russell put his hand on. The scientist gently closed on it and lightly shook, then exhaled in amazement.
"Your ship contains marvelous technology," The scientist began. "It's…decades, no, centuries ahead of our time!" Russell could tell Winston couldn't contain his excitement. "The numbers it outputs are frankly amazing and beyond anything I have ever laid my eyes on. If you know the one who created this, please get them in contact with me." The gorilla smiled, shaking in elation.
"So…what did you call me here for?" Russell asked, putting a hand on his hip as he looked behind Winston, towards his broken ship that was being analyzed with scientists in white lab coats and thin tablets.
"I want to inform you of the time it would take to repair your ship into working order." The scientist started. "Considering it contains such advanced technology, with subject matters that we haven't even begun to successfully implement yet let alone research…it should take two years." The answer surprised Russell. Winston chuckled. "I see that you were caught off guard by my answer, my people are brilliant." The gorilla smiled and turned towards the team of scientists that were picking apart Russell's ship.
The emergency beacon was still on, so they haven't figured out how to fiddle with that part of the ship yet.
Russell sighed longingly at his ship. "It's a beauty isn't it?"
"Indeed so," Winston replied. "Anyways, I shouldn't waste your time any longer."
Russell stared for a few more seconds before turning around and walking to the exit.
/
Lore entry unlocked: Russell Dulk, a student of Cayde-6
Entry 2 : Mentor
Russell's kind of a free spirit, like every single Hunter out there. A bit more reckless than most but hey, he's perfect to me. Before the first week of tutoring I managed to pore over the guidebook that Ikora wrote, to get a general idea of how to mentor an up-and-coming Guardian.
It was a bunch of crap, lemme tell you that.
So I tossed the book out and decided to teach in my own way.
First day, I threw him in a cage, locked and covered the cage, then threw it somewhere in the EDZ. Shouldn't be too hard, I thought. He was supposed to, you know, make his way back to the Tower in twelve hours tops.
He came back a week late, and it looked like he really hated me after that. A bit rude, but what's a good tutor without a fiery relationship between them and their student?
Okay, so I asked him, 'what did you learn'?
He called me an asshole and went on about how I threw him in the middle of a Fallen field base. I almost had to hear about how they nearly took advantage of him but I managed to stop him before it got to that point. That's besides the point, how was I supposed to know that they set up shop there?
What? They were there for a week? Since when did they-Hawthorne! What the Hell? You could've told me! What do you mean you gave me the report the day they started setting up there?
Wait, was that-oooh. Oh…so that was what…that was for.
Okay, I might have messed up a bit there, looking back on it, just a bit. He made it out fine though, so we shouldn't worry too much on it. Cayde laughs.
Hey, Colonel, how you doin'? Did I forget to feed you-oh no don't touch that!
A cluck could be heard, followed by pecking.
RECORDING INTERRUPTED.
/
Russell woke up in the early hours of the morning. Sitting up on his bed, he turned around and his feet met the floor.
"Jingles what time is it…" He muttered, rubbing his eyes as he stood up.
"It's about five AM in the morning. Your report's done by the way." Jingles replied.
"Great…if you could send that to the commander that would be great…" Russell muttered once more as his vision cleared up, although the dark room didn't help much.
"Why did I choose to stick with these guys?" Russell asked himself.
"You're a Guardian, your pledge remains with humanity no matter where or when it is." Jingles appeared and floated around Russell's head. "Of course, you could go the terrorist path, but no one would like that. Besides, I think it would be easier on you if you could relax a while?"
"That's true…" All Russell had known since being awoken at the Cosmodrome was violence in his everlasting role in the fight against the Darkness. Did he even know why those guys were after the Traveler? The answer to that question would be no, but he didn't bother to ask why. Humanity has always been at war with them, and Russell was in no position to doubt it.
Fighting was an integral part of his life, he could never really relax. Maybe his time here would serve to recharge for him to be truly ready for the fight against Riven of a Thousand Voices.
The Traveler knows how many close-ones that Taken fuck-face took.
Somewhat ironic that Russell was the first Guardian to step into the Dreaming City in a decades, yet he wasn't involved in any raid operations involving the Taken Ahamkara.
"Don't worry, it won't matter who takes the big one down, as long as it happens." Jingles said. "Not fair to steal all the titles, eh?" The ghost nudged Russell in the shoulder.
"I need a walk." Russell decided as he looked for a shirt and pants good enough to brave the autumn morning chill. Upon picking something out of the vast selection of two sets of blank shirts and pants, the Hunter headed out.
. . .
The air was chilly, and Russell could see the condensation of his breaths. It was still a bit dark, but the sun was rising in the horizon, shining some much needed light.
Man, this place is beautiful. Russell thought as he put his hand on a railing, looking downwards towards the city that lit up in warm yellow dots. He kept his hand on the railing as he walked parallel to it, dragging his fingers on the cool metal.
He remembered doing walks like these with his former girlfriend, Cassandra.
Russell didn't want to remember Cassandra. His other hand balled up as a memory of his former partner, friend and lover flashed in his brain. It left as quickly as it came when Russell loosened up.
He took a deep breath and decided to admire the view some more.
So, his reputation was probably in the shitter after the incident in South Africa, he idly wondered how the commander would deal with him.
Of course, he could just send them all to the deepest pits of Hell but that was not the preferable option.
Amazing how they even accepted him in the first place after his skirmish with that Oxton woman. He attacked one of their agents, for crying out loud, why was he even here?
Russell's thoughts wandered somewhere to another place.
/
Hellas View, Mars.
It was done.
The literal Hive Worm God had been taken down. The deity flailed around as the sustained heavy weapons fire plus the Warmind's Javelin from the 3-man fireteam took it to the grave.
Russell collapsed on his ass as the two other members of Fireteam Juno danced under the shadow of the currently collapsing worm god. There was the obvious sound of smooching as the Titan and Warlock embraced each other before being crushed by the collapsing body of Xol.
Fortunately, their Ghosts were there to revive them and all three laughed at the absurd situation. The Worm God eventually dissolved, and the platform was empty.
Russell had wished Cassandra was here to experience the joy of victory with him, but she was deployed along with five other brave Guardians, on a raid operation to hunt down the Taken Ahamkara that plagued the Dreaming City.
The victory was rewarding, and Jingles was happy about it but something felt missing.
"Come on, cheer up!" Titan Hazel lightly punched Russell in the arm as she danced around in joy some more. "Don't worry about Cassandra, she'll be fine!"
Russell had a half-smile on his face as he looked at the spot that Hive God's corpse used to occupy. "I guess." The Hunter stood up and hugged the Titan and Warlock of the fireteam.
"Drinks on me!" The Warlock said as her Ghost appeared floating above her palm.
"Come on Russell, loosen up a bit!" Jingles said as he chirped a positive tone. "Wouldn't hurt to not be angsty and melancholic all the time."
"You're right, I'll meet you guys at the bar!" Russell teleported back into orbit, the other fireteam members followed.
/
"Are you still guilty about that night?" Jingles asked.
"Kind of, I didn't know Cassandra was dead at the time and it still feels wrong." Russell replied.
"Come on, they slipped roofies in your drinks, there was nothing you could do."
"I don't know, warn me about them? For a representative of the Light, you're pretty shady." He chuckled at the unintended pun.
"Tell me, why don't you appear in any database in the world?" Russell jumped at the sudden Spanish-accented voice speaking through his radio. He would probably have to do something about that. "You got some secrets to hide?"
"Piss off," Russell muttered in reply.
"Come on, don't be like that! I promise I'll keep it secret!" The voice on the other side said mockingly.
"I swear I will fucking find you and you'll be in a world of hurt," Russell replied, tightening his grip on the railing.
"Don't take it out on the railing!" There was a laugh.
"On the rooftop, behind you." Jingles said.
"Now." The Ace of Spades appeared in Russell's hand, and he turned around, his crosshairs pointed straight at the woman that was annoying him. As quickly as he turned his finger pulled the trigger.
The woman sidestepped the shot. "Whoa there, you're gonna hurt someone!"
"Yeah, that's gonna be you."
"If you can catch me!"
"Oh, I will."
"Not likely, you'll be chasing shadows." The woman soon disappeared.
"Yeah, I'll be chasing a Sombra." Russell leapt up and followed.
Edit 2: Seeing my lack of knowledge on Destiny lore at the time I wrote this makes me want to die.
