Chapter 2

The funny thing about death is nobody cares as long as they didn't know the corpse. Reyes had killed so many people and felt nothing but slight satisfaction. Five years ago he had felt no guilt when trying to gun down Morrison, when had the circumstances changed?

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Gabriel should not be letting loneliness get the best of him. It was ridiculous to carry his enemy to safety when Talon could notice they'd lost track of Reyes any moment. Sure, he had never known a true friend like Morrison and sure, he had been pushing down the intense need to go back and change things. Why had he even betrayed Overwatch? It's not like he got anything out of it in the end, if anything, he lost everything. His decisions had left him as a dead, friendless mercenary with a pointless vendetta against a disbanded group of people.

No matter what he felt now, Reyes didn't regret helping to destroy Overwatch. Most of them deserved it. Hell, even Morrison deserved it in the end. They were becoming a corrupt military force outside of government control. Jack hadn't seen anything wrong with it, neither had Reyes if he was being completely honest. Gabriel wasn't helping Jack for who he had become in the end, but for the good memories Reyes had gone over so many times. Maybe death had given his old friend time to reflect.

Gabriel felt hunger in every muscle. Morrison's soul was still hanging in there, it looked like aspirin to a migraine. Don't. Reyes had to get away. He was too close to focus. Reyes leaned Jack's body onto a bench. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than the pavement. Gabriel started to walk away, pushing down the paranoia of leaving Morrison.

Gabriel picked up his phone and keyed in the contact number listed for Angela and thought of what he would say. He lifted his mask slightly to make himself a bit more understandable and tried to swallow the tightness in his throat. The answering machine picked up instructing him to leave a message.

"Hello Angela. Call me back."

Reyes ended the call and realized he'd gravitated toward The Tomb of the Unknowns. Well, he was already off schedule… might as well kill a few people.

...

Gabriel's phone had only gone off for a second before he picked it up. The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

"How did you find me? I already told you I can't help."

"You should work on how you greet an old friend."

"What do you want?"

Gabriel sat up a bit straighter and adjusted his position next to Jack. It had been around an hour since he had called Angela, and had been on edge the entire time. It didn't seem wise to move Jack more and risk further damage.

"The way I see it, you owe me for what you did."

"I don't think I owe you anything."

"You do. Have you visited Jack's grave, Angela?"

"I... Yes?"

"So what you need to do is pull a few strings and catch a hypersonic flight. Get to the grave as fast as you possibly can."

Angela sighed on the other end. "Why would I do that?"

"I can't say the exact situation. Point is, someone is hurt and it involves an old friend." Well, that's an understatement, but what can be said over the phone?

"I don't trust you, Gabriel."

"I know." Gabriel forced his voice to be unnaturally calm and continued, "Just think on this, if you don't come I will kill you, your patients, and anyone else unfortunate enough to get in my way."

Angela was silent. There was no doubt she'd seen what Reyes was capable of. The guilt probably cumulated in her mind like rust on iron whenever he made the news.

"2 hours."

The line went dead. Gabriel sighed a little too loudly and gave himself a mental pat on the back. Death threats always seemed to work for him. Gabriel turned his attention back to Jack and almost wished Jack would just die. He wouldn't have to see Angela again, and she could deal with the corpse. Something inside of Reyes wouldn't let him leave.

...

Gabriel was seriously considering going through with his threat when he felt a soul getting closer. Reyes tapped his fingers against the bench while nervously waiting. It better be angel girl. He heard Angela's high heels clicking against ground before he saw her. Gabriel stood up to greet her. Angela had come prepared for a fight, her Valkyrie suit was on and her gun was at the ready.

"Angela," Reyes said. It sounded more like a warning than a greeting. He wanted to kill her so badly.

"What do you need me to do?" Angela stared defiantly at Gabriel, looking very intimidating for a woman of her size. She eyed the blood stuck to his clothes with weariness.

"Fix him." Gabriel gestured to Morrison. Angela barely glanced.

"Why would you want me to help a vigilante? It doesn't seem like you."

"Go," Gabriel instructed.

Angela strode over to Jack, Gabriel walking too close behind her. She knelt down next to her new patient to get a better look.

"What happened to-" Angela cut off as she saw Jack's face. "I thought..." Angela started shaking. Gabriel's patience was running out.

"How long have you known?"

"A few hours."

"I can't. I can't fix this. He's dead."

"You will fix it. You brought me back."

Angela flashed Gabriel a mixture of anger, confusion, and accusation. "The nanobots I used on you hardly worked as expected. Besides, they're all gone."

"You need them now." Gabriel could feel his stomach dropping and rage rising at the same time.

"Not here. I don't want to move him... But I think we have to go somewhere else."

"I have a place."

Gabriel picked Jack up, shoved his pulse rifle into Angela's hands, and lead the way out of the cemetery. It almost seemed like how it used to be, Jack getting drunk off his ass, Gabriel carrying him home, and completely sober Angela trying to help.