CHAPTER 11
CAIRO - EGYPT
Never in his twenty years of service had he been more scarred from a wound of war. It hadn't been long since she died. He didn't attend the funeral, he couldn't get out of bed to go. He spent the next few months nearly incapacitated. Reinhardt led Overwatch while he was away, seeing as he was the only founder present at the headquarters currently.
It was extremely hot in Egypt. Jack Morrison wore a silk mask to cover his face. He appeared as a local in the land, and it acted as a perfect cover for his mission: Meeting his daughter.
She was graduating from her training today. Even if he couldn't speak to her, he wanted to see her. It was a public event, so it wasn't difficult getting in to watch.
When the man on the stage called someone in Arabic. In the jumble of foreign words, he fished out "Pharah Amari". He saw a beautiful young woman climb the stairs to receive applause. Jack smiled, his daughter turned out well without his help. Unspeakably happy, the father exited without a word.
Jack boarded his flight back to Switzerland. To honor his late love, he wanted to respect her wishes to not influence her. He decided it would be better if he had little to no impact on her life. Although she had gravitated towards military work without him, he wanted what Ana wanted: Whatever that was…
SWITZERLAND - OVERWATCH HEADQUARTERS
McCree suited up for a mission. He was given the title of Blackwatch commander after Gabriel passed. He flipped his revolver in his hand with ease, then sheathed his weapon.
Black smoke traveled through the vent and into the small room with the former deadlock gang member. "I see they gave you my job." Reaper said while forming.
The cowboy was dumbfounded. "I didn't expect them to choose anyone else, you were my most skilled student." Reaper went on. "How are you… Alive?" McCree stuttered.
The dark figure chuckled. "I was never dead, asshole." He grabbed him by the neck, and smashed him up against the wall.
McCree, trying to keep the situation light, snickers. "This is a very interesting situation." He says, sneering at the Grim Gabriel. "Shut your fucking trap, or I'll put a snake in your boot." Reaper winked behind his mask.
"If you don't do this for me, you'll be dead before you know what killed you. Which will be me. I don't know if that was clear enough." Reaper said. "Death comes…" He added before dissipating.
"Well shit." He thought while just the teensiest bit hard from Reaper's comment about the snake. Assuming it was a dick and not a snake.
? - SOMEWHERE
Ana wakes in a hospital bed gasping for breath. Half of her vision is gone, and she has a terrible headache. "She's awake." Someone on a loudspeaker says.
Men enter the room and disconnect her from all of her machines. "To the chamber." The man on the speaker says. They grab her, and bag her head. She feels herself being carried off, but where to?