Reaper appears in his bunk and put on a new uniform before heading to the meeting. Upon entrance he sees Doomfist and Moira seated. He soon sits. Sombra enters moments later. He didn't like that she was here.
'How are things coming along, Reaper?" Doomfist asks. The man glances around but manages to keep his cool.
"Fine..." he states reluctant. Sombra has a big smirk on her face. Moira is observing.
"She hasn't said anything to you?" Sombra questions. He couldn't help but wonder what her interests were and what her purpose was in this mission.
"She's not an idiot..." Reaper retorts.
"She seemed to be a proud idiot upon meeting her." Doomfist points out. "Surely something's slipped."
"Have you done her yet?" Sombra teases as Reapers hand bawls into a fist.
"You were injured weren't you?" Moira interjects. Reaper nods at this. "If she didn't make it for you then, she isn't going to." She remarks. Gabriel's stomach dropped at her tone and what she was implying.
"So, we won't even be able to get her to join." Doomfist ponders for a moment. "We will go back to our original plan."
"Kill her," Moira states calmly eyeing Reaper.
"Widow seemed pretty eager," Sombra adds giving Reyes a knowing look. He shakes in his seat. His blood feeling like it would boil through his veins.
"No." He said with an edge that seemed to make everyone in the room staring at him. He felt that he could put a bullet through every last one of them. He takes a slow and subtle breath. Moira's eyes narrow as if she was noticing something. "She... knows about my powers and..." he huffs.
"She wants to cure you?" Moira said with a sneer. "That's precious." She adds sarcastically. "There is nothing to cure." She adds. Reaper stares at her hard. He trusted Moira and Reyes didn't think he needed a cure either. He was unstoppable. He had the power to take down Overwatch on his own if he had to. Moira was taking care of everyone in Talon, him included, not to mention she has kept his secret.
"Do you think she will join Overwatch?" Sombra asks next.
"She doesn't seem to agree with Overwatch, not enough to join fully," Reaper explains.
"How does she intend to cure you, Reaper?" Doomfist asks.
"Not sure..." he replies. "She hasn't told me her plan yet."
"So you have made some progress." Sombra comments. They all seem to nod in agreement.
"Why are you here?" Reaper finally bites out looking at the hacker.
"This was her idea," Doomfist admits. Reaper leans back in his seat. His suspicions of the girl didn't go away; she had to be planning something.
"We can hold off killing her a little longer. Two days." Doomfist commands.
"Convince her you desire to be cured... then take it."
"She won't just let me take it. She will want to see me use it." Reyes groans as if they were idiots. They all look at him in surprise.
"We mean to kill her..." Moira leans forward. Reyes froze for a moment at this. They still want her dead. "Once I have it I can see what she's using..." she pauses. "Then Overwatch won't stand a chance." She finishes, and he felt his fire return. They cast them out... she understood. Reaper nods.
"Is that all?" He asks. Moira's eyes lit up. Reaper was her creation. An unstoppable force with a thirst for blood. She then smiles inwardly. Doomfist dismisses the meeting and Reaper exits to return to Eva. Moria halts him before he goes.
"That girl doesn't know what is best for you, Gabriel." She says staring him into his eyes. "She wasn't there when you needed her, just like the rest of them. Remember that." The words rang heavy. He turns away as Moira walks off. He teleports back.
The man arrives back and calls for the medic. His greeting is with silence. He feels a slight draft and turns to the direction. He felt as if his blood drained from his body. The window was smashed, and the TV that was firmly screwed to the wall had been torn down and hurled through the frame.
"Eva!" The man calls more loudly. Putting his hand to his head, he sighs heavily. "What. The. Fuck?" He growls. He searches the house high and low for any notes, and there was nothing. He pauses looking at his surrounding realizing he's nearly torn the safe house apart. Might as well considering Eva had a great start. He sees red smudges from where the attempted to unscrew the tv from the plaster. There weren't any tools, and she would have had to by hand. She clearly gave up seeing the mount was still on the wall, barely. Next, he sees that the girl had stolen all the medicine. He felt his face flush, and his chest hurt. Had he been played?
The medic was already in the nearest town. She had borrowed a stores phone. The shop manager watches her in bewilderment as she made herself comfortable on his countertop. He might have called the police if she didn't seize the phone from him.
"Hello?" A voice answers.
"Angela!" Eva calls with a grin.
"Eva! Oh my god, you're okay!"
"Of course I am. I'm going to call a cab and be there soon." The girl explains covered in sweat and her hands bloodied from removing the TV from the wall. She gives the passing by customers stone cold stares as they shop, primarily to let them know to keep their eyes to themselves.
"You should have an escort. Jack has been worried sick." Angela complains.
"I know, but they are going to be hot on my trail..." she glances around. "I don't know if I can wait." She adds
"We can set a meeting point and have someone escort you from there." The other medic says practically pleading.
"Give me an address." She remarks. "Oh, and money. Gotta pay for the cab." As fast as she hung up, the woman leaves the shop as quickly as she arrived initially disturbing the peace.
Eva gets out of her taxi, and to her surprise she sees Jack waiting. He hands her some cash, and she gives it to the taxi driver.
"Did you have nothing better to do?" Eva asks as the car pulls away. She couldn't tell if Jack was happy or mad to see her.
"You became our highest priority the second we knew you were taken." He replies gruff and full of distress. She shrugs. She didn't want to say too much or give away too much. "Did they hurt you?" He asks next.
"Of course they did." She said with a smile. "Nothing I couldn't handle as you can see." She patted the man on the shoulder as she walks past to his car. He grabs her by the arm making her look at him. She stares into his visor and sighs.
"I'll explain when we get back..."
"Good." He says. After a long moment of silence, she can tell Jack was stressed. The medic didn't want to say much. She knew Reyes was probably furious. "How did you get away?" Jack asks abruptly.
"With flair and finesse." The girl jokes. "Per usual." Jack snorts at this amused.
"Details, Eva." He commands pointing to her bloodied hands.
"The doors were reinforced... the windows too. They wanted to treat me nice, so they had a TV mounted on the wall for me." She sighs tilting her head. "Took some time, but got it ripped from the wall and put it through my nearest window."
"They made a mistake leaving you alone," Morrison remarks entertained. There was another pause. Eva looks out the window. "It's good to see you again." Eva looks back at him then to the window.
"So, how on earth is Overwatch getting back together with the Petras act?" She questions. Jack leans back more into his seat as if dissatisfied with her lack of response to his earlier comment.
"Winston is trying to bring the gang back together. We will see how he fairs in my position." He explains, and Eva smirks.
"Fine, I'm sure." She retorts. The man crosses his arms. He studies her carefully.
"Hey..." he starts drawing her attention. She looks at him finally. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" She mutters leaning forward. "It couldn't be helped." She gazes, as the man seems to be caving under his guilt. "It's not the worse thing that's happened to me."
"Eva..." he was going to say more, and the girl leans back and turns away.
"We don't have to talk about it. It's fine, Jack." She glances and sees the man looking conflicted. "I still have your back." She adds, and he seems to relax the slightest bit. "Also your guilt tells me you've learned from it." She stays looking out the window as trees pass by them. She hears Jack let out the smallest sigh. They hadn't talked much since he had come down from his addiction to her injection. She still felt a bit wary around him. She hoped that she would never have to save his life again.
The time passed slowly, and the girl had fallen asleep. She was having distorted dreams about her time with Reyes, and she missed him terribly already. She didn't know how she would calm him down after this. She stirs feeling something touching her face. She opens her eyes seeing Jack brushing the hair from her face. The touch was gentle, and he stops once she looks up at him.
"We're here..." he says softly. The medic was holding her breath as she pulls away from his hand.
"Awesome." She mumbles and goes to get out of the car. Soldier 76 huffs feeling aggravated. He follows after her.
"Eva, do we need Mercy to look at you?" He proposes.
"I healed myself..." she replies striding next to him. She was trying to get ahead of him, but her legs weren't quite long enough. There was silence as then two entered HQ. Jack looks around as they arrive to see that no one was nearby. Angela was already waiting and sees Eva and hugs her. Eva hugs her back.
"Good to see you, Angela. Let's get to work," she tells the woman to her shock.
"Really? But you were just captured." The woman asks full of anxiety. Eva shrugs at this.
"Yeah, I would rather not talk about it and get to business." She declares part of her motivation was to separate herself from the overbearing protectiveness oozing from Jack.
"You seemed so reluctant to start this project." The woman comments. Eva gave her a grin, but the seriousness did not leave her eyes. "What changed?"
"I found a reason." The medic claims, gesturing for the woman to lead her. Angela does so, and the medic examines the lab. "This will do."
Jack followed the two with suspicion. He still felt relieved to see Eva in one piece.
"Eva," Jack beckons. Eva turns to him grudgingly. "We need to meet with you later." He tells her, and she acknowledges him, for once. She turns back to Angela and gets a lab coat.