Reyes grunted as he slowly lifted himself upright from his deep composure, taking a quick glance to his side only to find the woman who'd nested next to him had gone. He rubbed his palm over his forehead as if he was experiencing a hangover without alcohol, which was something Gabriel wouldn't be the type to conceive to. He turned to the window only to find it late into the afternoon, the sun slowly nearing the horizon and the sky displaying a beautiful orange view. Reyes grunted once more, as the dream he was experiencing was surprisingly pleasant. Ever since the 'incident' you would expect Gabriel wouldn't be thinking of sunshine and rainbows these days. However the wraith smiled as he could hear familiar footsteps ascending the stairs. You could most likely guess whom this 'pleasant' dream included. Amèlie slowly paced inside the bedroom, smiling as her eyes met with his.
"Had a good sleep?" Amèlie questioned, sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Mmm, yeah." Reyes' vision cleared and saw that she was wearing an apron and sporting on one of his black tank tops, he chuckled slightly seeing how it didn't fit the woman and on top of that placing an apron over it.
"What's that smell?" Gabriel sniffed, a smile brimming across his face with the pleasant aura originating from the kitchen.
Amèlie shrugged and began to walk back down the stairs, stopping at the edge of the door.
"Well. If you get up, you might know." Amèlie winked and descended down the wooden steps.
Gabriel shook his head as he clambered off the bed and refitted himself with his trunks and black combat pants, picking up the purple uniform left behind and folding it – placing it to the side.
"Looks like she's gotten more comfortable here." Reyes murmured as he placed his black t-shirt over his body. He walked down the stairs only to catch the gray breastplate lying on the floor.
"Hrm, clothing scattered across the place." Reyes murmured to himself, scanning across the room only to find his gauntlets and Amèlie's gloves spread across the couch, his mask placed over the wooden table and her recon visor close by it. He looked around once more finding her rifle placed next to the living room wall, he shook his head thinking there was more than what he remembered that had happened last night.
His nose picked up the scent once more and let out a curling grumble, his stomach giving off a similar sound. He walked towards the kitchen table and pulled out a chair, sitting down and looking at the woman working in front of him. The French woman peered over her shoulder, smiling as she paced towards the table, two plates in hand.
"Bon appètit, mon amour." Amèlie placed both plates on the table, sliding one across the table towards the man.
"Huh, toast with jam and fried eggs on the side. This a French dish?" Reyes chuckled looking at the woman who was taking a seat opposite towards him.
"No it was just something I threw together in your fridge. You really need to restock on supplies here."
Reyes shrugged and took the fork and knife digging into the eggs.
"Well it looks delicious." Reyes smiled and placed the fork inside his mouth.
"Merci." Amèlie gave him that intoxicating smile once more, warming his heart knowing that at least once in his miserable, depressing life – he made someone happy. Time passed as time usually does and the pair spent it discussing their past lives before they joined Overwatch, the conversation rambled on and interesting points where exchanged however the conversation was halted by the loud ringing of Reyes' cellphone. The two looked at each other, even Reyes didn't know who would be calling him at this time – unless it was a Talon contactor which of course is scratched off the table…unless it's…
Reyes walked over to the living room and picked up the cell phone, looking at the caller.
"Unknown ID. Hmph, so you finally called."
Reyes approved the call and held it close to his ear. Amèlie peering over the kitchen table, curious to what the wraith and the mysterious caller were discussing.
"Hello?" Gabriel began.
"So this is your number. Who would've thought?" A concealed voice replied.
"What do you want?"
"I've got news about your angel friend. Talon's got her."
"What?"
"Five hours ago, abducted from the Iranian medical facility – cameras picked up a Talon hover ship drifting towards the East, looks like they're taking her back to their base."
"Tch…can you shut down most of their security drones?"
"No can do, not with everything that's been going on lately. I'm sure you'll understand."
"Hmph, yeah…how are things back home anyway?"
"Gabriel…" Amèlie cried out, "Who is it?"
"Hmm? Who was that?" The voice questioned with a curious purr.
"It's- don't worry about that now, just keep focus your aims on Dorado at the moment…"
Amèlie walked towards him, impatient and questioning.
"Gabriel?"
"I know that voice…" The mysterious figure broke out.
"It's no one, relax mi amigo."
"Reaper I'm not stupid. I know about your insubordination and desertion from Talon, taking Amèlie Larcroix with you; don't forget who's working for you. Pendejo."
"Hmph, whatever. Thanks Sombra, keep your head down."
"Stay out of trouble idiota." The call ended, causing Gabriel to turn his attention to the woman beside him.
"What is it?" Amèlie asked, placing her hands over his chest.
"It's…it's Angela. Those bastards took her."
"How do you know this to be true? It could be a ruse."
"No, it came from an informant whom I trust very much…but, it does seem skeptical."
The two former Talon agents stood there, motionless, confused and dazed.
"I guess…we're gonna have to get Angela if we have any hope of getting ourselves fixed." Amèlie suggested, tearing the white apron off and beginning to roll the black t-shirt off her body.
"W-what are you doing?" Gabriel asked as his eyes scanned her body, she seemed to ignore the wraith as she shot a cold stare towards him.
"Where's my suit?" Amèlie asked, Gabriel pointed to the bedroom – soon watching as the woman paced up the stairs and closed the door behind her. Gabriel waited, awed with the double personality Amèlie presented. Not so long ago she was calm and easily controlled, but since the mentioning of Mercy she suddenly changed. He wasn't sure if it was sheer determination of getting the only person who could fix the both of them, or if Talons twisted operations are continuing to take a toll towards her mindset. Aggressive as she may be in nature, he was sure it didn't look like she needed those pesty Imipramine pills anymore.
His train of thought ended when Amèlie swung the bedroom door open, her figure once again hiding itself into the tight latex suit. Her hands reached behind her head, tying the long, messy hair into a neat ponytail and walked down the wooden steps – the clacking of her combat boots echoed throughout the household. She strapped her rifle across her back before sliding her gloves over her hands. She took a moment, standing still and silent before a smile broke across her face. She glanced towards the kitchen table and grabbed her recon visor and the skull mask off it.
"Catch." Amèlie signaled towards the wraith. He caught it with one hand, his eyes still locked on the sniper. Had he not moved a muscle during that whole sequence? Was he going crazy? Or is he just awestruck at this marvel of a woman?
Widowmaker peered over her shoulder as she adjusted the headpiece neatly over her head.
"Well? What is it?" Amèlie questioned.
"It's, eh- I'm not sure if it's a good idea to send you back into Talon's main headq-"
"Mon amour, please. I've gained my memories back, not lost them. My skills with a rifle are still in tact. Do not underestimate me Gabriel. That's how my previous contracts succumbed to the grave." Amèlie smirked craftily towards him. "Hurry up and get dressed, we don't have all day…night."
Reyes grunted as he subtly reached for his scattered amendments, finally fitting the gray breastplate over his torso. His eyes glanced back to the sniper, finding her sitting over the couch adjusting the scope on her rifle. The steel glinted from the kitchen's over light – causing the Reaper to stop and hint towards. He didn't know why but he's taken a liking to details these days, which could be essential to what they were going to do.
Widowmaker leveled her eyes towards the Reaper, arching an eyebrow. She clicked her fingers towards the wraith, instantly kicking the man back into reality.
"Oi, come one Gabriel. We can't have you dozing off, how are we supposed to get Angela back in that state?" Amèlie said as she stood up and walked towards the door, planting her back against the wall next to it. Reyes sighed as he flipped the hood over his head and placed the front of his mask over his palm. He peered into the hollow façade, unsure of placing himself back into the murderer he was. This moment with Amèlie, no matter how brief it was, is a reminder of his humanity, sanity and morals. He swallowed hard as he took one last glance to the household around him, smiling as his hand slowly rose towards his face, planting the mask over himself once more.
"Alright…lets go." Reaper muttered as his gauntlets reached into his trench coat, pulling out the ever so familiar Hellfires.
"Convenu." Widowmaker replied, smiling as she exited the household, the Reaper following closely behind her. This was grand, both of them hastily rushing off to save the Valkyrie in distress with no plan whatsoever. Ah but doesn't this just return faithful memories in their brief career in Talon, the thrill of the mission, the execution and result. Night was crawling over the Earth, which meant they had to do something quick.
The bustling streets of Los Angeles were brimmed with activity. The two obviously stood out in a crowd, yet Hollywood was holding an extensive premiere – an interesting opportunity.
"We'll have to get to the airport. Find us a plane and get on our way." Reaper suggested as he scanned the crowds in front of them. The people's eyes glanced momentarily towards the couple however paying no heed due to the ongoing premiere.
"Hmph, or maybe we don't need to search so hard." Widowmaker smiled, grabbing Reaper by the hand and tugging him with her.
"Amèlie, wai-" Was all he could stutter before he was dragged towards her direction. From there he could see a familiar gray hover ship, floating over a tall building.
"That's one of Talon's toys." Reaper panted as the two continuously dashed down the bustled street, shoving bystanders aside and rushing through traffic.
"Mhm, might be a scout. It seems alone."
"Watch where you're going!"
"Walk for Christ's sake!"
Widowmaker released her grip from Reaper's hand and lashed out her grapple as the vehicle slowly hovered over their position. She hoisted her self up and landed inside the ship. Reaper watched, yet closed his eyes and formed the dark circle beneath him, disappearing then reappearing on the ledge of the vehicle. He opened his eyes to find unconscious Talon operatives lying in amusing poses, he glanced towards the pilots seat only to find a petite woman happily steering the ship towards their destination.
"Hmph, didn't leave any of the action for me?" Reaper grudged as he lifted one of the operatives off the seat and throwing him onto the floor.
"We don't have much time, do we have a plan?" Widowmaker hastily replied with little patience.
"We'll take care of the guards surrounding the landing pad first, then we'll evaluate our strategy. We don't know where they're keeping Angela, we don't know their garrisons even though we've been there and this whole ordeal could be a ruse." Reaper turned his head to the open landscape, surprised to see an open ocean in such a short amount of time.
"Fortune favors the bold I suppose." Reaper exclaimed as he relaxed against the seat. Widowmaker nodded and smiled, her hands released from the maneuvering sticks and activated the autopilot. She stood up and kicked the unconscious pilot down the stairs, which connected the cockpit to the main 'lounge room' of the ship. Widowmaker walked towards the Reaper and rested over the sofa like chairs across him. Reaper glanced up from his reminiscence and looked down at the pilot in which his partner kicked down, raising a questioning eyebrow beneath his mask at the sudden aggressiveness she was displaying.
"What are you thinking?" Widowmaker asked him with a questioning tone.
"It's…it's nothing. It's just looking back while we were still with Talon, something was familiar."
"How so?"
"Their drills, their tactics…they're using Blackwatch practices."
"Interesting…are you suggesting Talon originates from your former cult?"
"Maybe…I'm not sure." Reaper rested his head over his hand and looked back across the vast blue ocean, the orange tinge of the afternoon slowly disappeared as the darkness of the night crept across the sky.
"And we still don't have a plan…" Reaper chuckled. Widowmaker smiled as she folded her arms and lifted her leg over the other. She also faced the vast ocean, watching as her eyes sparkled from the glistening water.
"It's like what you said…" Widowmaker said as she turned her head to face the wraith across her.
"Fortune favors the bold."
Talon's Detainment Center 8:35pm
"How'd you think they managed to find her?" A guardsman muttered, echoing through her cell.
Another responded, "I don't know, the higher ups have been much more secretive lately. It's hard to know what they're planning."
"Hey isn't she that major doctor with all the medical advancements and shit?"
"Yeah, Angela Ziegler. Boy she's something else."
"Heh, she's not bad at all."
"I'm not talking about her looks you idiot, I'm talking about her temper."
"That bad?"
"Yeah!"
The continuous banter rang through her head. She tried to move but the shackles around her arms restricted any movement. Her Valkyrie suit was immobilized and all efforts to contact her comrades were all for naught. There she was, strung up like an animal in a dark chamber.
"Someone…" She muttered beneath her breath.
"Please…help me."
The banter outside her cell grew louder, causing the echoes to increase as well.
"We have strict orders not to touch her damn it!"
"Come on man! She's vulnerable, as hell and she's got a nice rack! There aren't any cameras in the detainment centers so why the fuck not?!"
"Why does Talon even train you?"
"It'll be quick, I promise."
"Tch…" A silence held in the air, causing Angela to tense up in anxiety and stress. A tear rolled down her left cheek, the only thing she could do now was cry.
"Alright fine, good luck trying to get this door open."
"It's easy, might take me a good five to ten minutes to crack this thing open."
"No wonder our superiors neglected to give us the password to this thing."
Angela closed her eyes and cried once more.
"Please…help me."
Talon's Main Headquarters 8:35pm
Reaper cracked his neck as he dropped the last of the landing pad guardsman to the floor, Widowmaker promptly beside him.
"Looks like we haven't caused any alarm yet. Careful not to get too trigger happy." Widowmaker advised her partner, shooting him a cold stare.
"Hmph, alright. This place has a prison or something like that? Guess we'll start looking there." Reaper suggested as he looked around the area.
Widowmaker nodded, edging her feet and tensing her body.
"Now all we need to do is-" He stopped as he turned his head to face the woman only to find her dashing across the landing pad and shooting her grapple across a pivot, propelling the woman forward.
"Try to keep up." She winked as her form disappeared into the heart of Talon's activity.
Reaper cracked his neck once more, sighing in an irritated manner and edged his foot to the ledge.
"Fortune favors the bold." He repeated to himself as he as well, jumped off into the wolf's den.
