A/N: This is the last one of the present day flashbacks before the focus shifts away from the destruction of the headquarters. It's a bit shorter, but I hope you enjoy it!

He wanted to see her again. Jack was on his way to Angela's quarters, when his eyes flicked to a shadow in one of the corners. Odd. The headquarters were supposed to be empty. His eyes scanned the area, but not noticing anything, he thought nothing of it.

Only when he was crossing the ground area between the buildings, did he see someone. Jack could recognize him anywhere, with that arrogant style of walking and black clothes. He was another shadow in his life.

"Reyes", Jack said with a stiff voice, nodding at the other. He was going to pass him, but was stopped by a swift punch to his stomach.

He gasped for air, backing up from the dark skinned leader of Blackwatch. "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

"An old friend?" Reyes muttered, just loud enough for Jack to hear. "I didn't think you would spit such insolence from your mouth. Not anymore." His black eyes looked even darker than usually, and angry lines decorated his face.

"What?" Jack asked. He knew that Reyes talked behind his back and that they didn't have the best relationship anymore, but he didn't know the gap had widened so much. The black-clad assassin had never been so open about his hatred.

"You parade around, acting as the golden boy of Overwatch, of the whole world, leaving me to do all the dirty work. You hog all the glory to yourself, but in reality you're unable to lead anyone. The only reason you were chosen is your pretty face!" Reyes was nearing him slowly, his face bearing a threatening expression.

Jack didn't move. He wouldn't back away.

"And now that the world is shouting at you and Overwatch, what do you do? Try to remedy our image? You should have started already doing that years ago, when the organization started showing signs of crumbling. Overwatch is now rotten without proper leadership."

"I've been trying my best", Jack said, deep lines appearing on his forehead as he frowned. "You're the problem with your Blackwatch. I have no idea what is going on in your compartment."

"Why would I need to tell such an incompetent leader? The mission today shows how you're just a puppet. Playing home while the others fight for you. If I had been the leader of Overwatch, I could have actually done something for the good of the world. But here we are, chaos still erupting all around the globe, more people turning against us day by day."

Jack felt a pit in his stomach.

"Maybe you were good in your youth, when we fought together. When Overwatch was still just us against the world. But that's when I was the leader. When you fought how I told you to. That's all you're good at, Jack. Being a soldier."

No… He had to say something. It wasn't true what Reyes was saying. They were now face to face, and Jack could almost sense all the anger dripping from him. He knew another punch was coming his way, seeing how Reyes' muscles tensed. He managed to defend himself from it, but the next one hit him right in his gut. He fought back, fists clenched tighter than ever before.

They wrestled on the floor, both trying their best to gain the upper hand. In their youth they were always equal, their score of wins even most of the time, but Jack knew that some of what Reyes had been saying was true. He was rusty. His swings weren't as quick and accurate as they should be, and with Reyes striking him with a mix of anger and skill, he had no escape. He was pinned down.

"I am going to shut down your dear organization. The end of Overwatch is long due. A new order will rise, one which actually makes a difference. And it will all start here, with you, falling upon the floor of the old, marking the end of an era. You will die alone in this empty base, buried beneath the rubble of the fallen headquarters, while Talon distracts the ones actually capable of fighting."

Jack's eyes widened at the realization. "You don't mean…"

"I've planted bombs around the facility", Reyes said with a sadistic grin spreading on his face.

Jack put all his strength in pushing him back and successfully managed to retrieve the gun strapped to his belt, only for it to be knocked back by Reyes. Jack cursed himself for walking around with such light weaponry. It was another proof how Reyes' words actually did apply to him. How could he, the leader of Overwatch, be so casual and make mundane mistakes? He could only hope that Angela had left the building…

"First, let's see your only good asset get destroyed", Reyes said and pulled out a knife. The sharp edge was pointed at Jack's face, and he couldn't help but squint as it neared his eyes. With one decisive strike, Reyes slashed it across, from Jack's forehead to his cheek.

The blinding pain made him cry out. The eye near the slash had barely been avoided. Blood started flowing down, painting his face in red.

"How does it feel now, pretty boy?" Jack could see Reyes standing up, towering above him. He now had his double guns. One of the massive, black killers was pointed at Jack's face. He could only look up the barrel staring straight back at him.

Reyes kicked his ribs, not pleased by his unresponsiveness. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"You really were my friend."

A shot rang through the air. Something clattered upon the ground. Jack waited for the darkness to claim him, but it didn't. Instead, Reyes started falling forward, right next to him.

It was her. His angel was standing there, the pistol in her hands and tears in her eyes. Jack's eyes widened in shock.

She looked so lost, dashing back inside the building despite explosions starting to ripple through the air around them. Jack wanted to tell her to leave it and save herself, but she was already gone. But of course she would do anything to save them. It was her, after all. The famous Doctor Angela Ziegler, who would never abandon anyone. The one who would try to heal the whole world.

And she truly did try. The prototype from the day before, the one she had looked at with such enthusiasm, was now strapped to Reyes chest. It didn't work. To think that the object that was tied to his last happy memories was now associated with only sadness.

Jack just sat there. He had failed at everything, but still Angela was there to comfort and help him. He didn't deserve someone like that. It would be better if Angela could go back to her old life, dealing with patients and discovering magnificent new ways of helping others instead of being tangled in the tainted web that Overwatch had become. His leadership was at fault. Reyes had been right.

It was time to leave.

Jack looked at the bottom of the glass. He took a swing and the alcohol burned through his throat. He didn't know if he liked it or not, but it was now his only companion.

A/N: Edgelordy enough? Feedback is very much appreciated and I would like to thank everyone who has already given me some! I hope to present all the characters with understandable reasons for their actions. I will probably be exploring Reaper's side of the events as well later on. Is the chapter length okay? It will probably vary a lot in the future.