Explosions rocked the narrow alleyways of Paris. Pharah was laying cover fire from the sky above, without much luck. Hana was in the streets below, holding off the formidable Soldier: 76. Angela was on the rooftops, healing whichever teammate was in need. Ana was nowhere to be seen, until Jack was hit. The flash of her biotic rifle gave her away immediately. Her daughter rocketed toward her, shouting "Mother. Stop being a بقر، الحلمة، جلد، تراش، رات and put the fucking gun down!" Ana chuckled and slung her rifle over her shoulder. "Anything for my darling daughter." Fareeha landed several feet away, and crushed her mother in a bear hug. Their embrace was interrupted by , who rocketed up, carrying Morrison with Dr. Zeigler. Jack had apparently been apologising to Angela the whole time. "I swear, this young grasshopper jumped me with her fancy robot, and I went full commando. I would have put my gun down the second I laid eyes on my favorite medic. She chuckled and said "Just get on the ship, silly man. You have a lot of healing to do, and a lot to catch up on."
