CHAPTER 10

ATLANTA, GEORGIA - U.S.A.

"This is Morrison, all units move out. That's an order!" He barked over the radio waves. Her hair had slightly greyed, although Jack looked as young as ever… Ana aimed down the scope of her sniper rifle, and picked off another Talon agent.

She wasn't a fan of killing soldiers, or anyone for that matter. It had become her duty, and she wished nothing that resembles this existence for her not-so-young Fareeha… Her absence at home compelled her to send her to a charter school in Switzerland.

Her school friends called her 'Pharah', and it seemingly stuck. When she was 15, she left the school, and now she lives in Egypt. Against her busy mother's wishes, she is currently attempting to rise in the ranks of the Egyptian Army. She forged her birth documents, to her sergeant, she is 16.

Another enemy now lies, bleeding. Jack tuned into the channel: "Thanks for looking out for us, Mother Bear." She peered down her scope to see a young and handsome Jack Morrison. He hadn't aged a day.

Talon had laid wrath to Atlanta, and Overwatch's strike team was the first response to the crisis. Only hours ago had the bombs begun to detonate, one by one. The great southern city was now closely resembling rubble. They had searched for survivors, and now they had to transport them to the U.N.

The jet is about 100 meters away from the team. Ana does not let down her guard, she frantically searches for any sort of Talon agent in her field of view. Suddenly, a shot rings out, from directly beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat, startled and afraid of what had just happened outside of her control. An agent guarding the survivors dropped dead. Oh God, she let one of her own die. "Ana! Fucking kill him!" Jack screamed into her earpiece.

"Searching for enemy sniper… I'm repositioning." She jumped off the building she was on, but grappled onto the ledge outside her previous nest. The cable that ejected from her arm was stuck in the edge of the roof securely. She ran across the wall to jump to the other structure to her right.

A smoke grenade was set off as she arrived on the building to her right. The motherly figure, although blinded by the smoke, saw a quick glimpse of a giant ass exiting the artificial fog. Ana sprinted in the direction of the ass, hopefully belonging to a sniper, who was now confirmed to be female.

She zipped up to a water tower, out of the smoke. Ana gazed down her sights, and saw a masked face holding a gun that was positioned to strike her in the head. She held her breath, and pulled the trigger.

The enemy sniper was, in reality, decently far from Ana. To a professional marksman, 100 feet is akin to another sniper breathing down your neck; just waiting to blow off your head. Ana struck the side of her head, ripping off her metal mask.

Amélie Lacroix. She must've been brainwashed by her kidnapper… It seemed that there was only one person escaping according to Jack's report… She must've… She must've been the killer. She killed Gerard? She made herself a Widow.

While her confused opponent's mind raced, she took her chance to win the fight. "Ana! Get back to the jet! Everyone is aboard, you've distracted him for long enough!" Jack shouted. "Get back here NOW!"

Miss Amari came to her senses through the sound of Jack's voice. She came back from her mind just in time to hear the shot. It entered her right eye , and grazed by her skull. The soldier winced in pain, and fell back.

"Ana! What was that, are you alright?" Jack asked. "Hello? Ana!?" He heard the shot, and the scream of pain from the woman he loved. "Please… Don't let it end like this…"