Angela stared at Guilard, ideas running through her mind almost faster then she could comprehend. Guilard was still looking at Angela with questioning eyes and jumped as Angela ran across the room and took out her electronic log book.
"Merde! You made me jump"
"You remember nothing?"
"Pardon?"
"Do you remember anything of the last few minutes?!"
Guilard's brow furrowed. "Snippets. Its fuzzy, sort of like being drunk?"
"I wouldn't know" Angela was writing furiously, fingers tapping on the electronic keyboard as she tried to get the multitude of ideas she had down that concerned Guilard. Occasionally she word give of a bark of laughter or mutter underneath her breath in German. Poor Guilard was still staring, completely bewildered by Angela's actions and took a step back as Angela looked up from the log book with a glare. She glanced at Guilard. "Shall we go? I want to drop something off at the hospital first". Angela left the room before Guilard had answered, then put her head through the door and asked if she was coming again. Guilard reluctantly followed.
"You remember nothing"
Guilard once again felt Angela's scanning eyes on her and shifted uncomfortable. "Like I said, snippets."
"Can you do anything during these episodes?"
"Episodes? I don't know. It's very rare when it happens. And when it does, well I just assume I drank too much last night"
"we weren't drinking"
"I know" at that she gave a sad smile. "So we have no excuse for going behind Lena's back, do we?"
I don't. At that Angela stopped and cupped Guilard's face so they were eye to eye. "Listen to me, whenever you feel as though your having another episode, don't ask if your drunk, don't question yourself, tell Zarya and if you can, resist during the whole thing"
There was no mistaking the worry in Guilard's voice. "Angela, you're scaring me"
Angela looked at her for a moment and then kept walking. "You sound like Moira"
"I do? Wait..."
That clinches it. At that Angela left Guilard, confused and bewildered by the nights events, with a spreading feeling of guilt.
Zarya was alone in her hospital room, utterly bored and restless. She had done all her paperwork in the last day, called her Boyfriend concerning what had happened, read through her book and was currently waiting for the drowsiness of the pain killers to drift her into sleep. The highlight of her day had been seeing her team and sharing Angelas satisfaction on the inquiry Pharah was to face, though she feared little would come of it. Just as her eyes began to close she heard a commotion in the hospital.
"Its fine, I'm a doctor!" hissed a voice, quietly.
"Your not licensed to treat pati-"
"I don't plan too!"
"Exactly, that's why you can't go in there"
"Its life or death"
"Oh, is it" The doctor sounded utterly bored.
"Yours in a minute!" Replied Angela.
Zarya sighed and heaved herself of the bed, groaning in the feeling of weakness and numbness in her side. She opened the door and turned too the stricken doctor. "It's okay, she's a friend and she wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't important." She then glared at Angela to show that if it had better be important. Angela, slightly abashed, apologised to the doctor and joined Zarya in her room.
Zarya sat back down on the bed. "What is it, Angela?"
Angela told Zarya what Widowmaker had said about Amir and Akira and watched as Zarya went pale.
"I used that too make some information on Widowmaker." She passed Zarya that log book. "Everything I know is in there"
Zarya waited. "You wouldn't be giving me this if you didn't plan on going" Angela didn't reply.
"You should wait. We can think of something that doesn't involve you going."
"In a night? That's absurd"
"Your not thinking this through, unless"
"You think I want to go"
"Well, do you"
Angela sat down on the bed, back turned away from Zarya. Zarya was surprised to hear her voice break.
"No" Angela put her hand forward and watched it shake. "I don't want to go"
"But you wanted to continue your research" Angela heard the resentment in her voice.
"Not like this" The previous momentum had gone, now Angela was feeling a sick worry deep in her stomach. "My research was to find ways to mass produce Idun, there is only one sure way of doing so. I think I know why they want me"
Zarya leaned forward and gently touched Angela on the shoulder. "Why"
Angela shuddered and moved away. Her back was to Zarya and she didn't meet her face. She picked up a shirt and started twisting it in her hands.
She needs to know.
"I haven't told anyone else, not even Einar. I'm telling you this because i need you to help me". She turned to look at Zarya. "Zarya, they want to harvest my blood". It came out in a burst of anguish, her voice cracking under the strain.
"What?"
"The log has everything you need to know, I have to go." She turned to Zarya one last time and sighed. "Before I go, I want to thank you. Regardless of your intent you gave me a chance to do something good." She gave a bitter burst of laughter. "Guess I fucked that up"
"... They will die if you don't go?"
"Yes"
"And you want to go?"
"I have too"
Zarya paused. "Sounds to me you have done some good. I'll do everything I can. Get going"
Angela made to leave and then stopped. "Oh, and when I get back, make sure it's not to a suit that breaks every time I think too much!"
Then Angela nodded her thanks and left, Zarya looked down on the tablet in front of her.
Widowmaker waited in Guilard's room, waiting for confirmation about the extract. If she was needed, Sombra would tell her. She had poured out some of Guilard's wine and was taking careful sips while waiting. She glanced at the picture Guilard kept beside her bed and; on a urge, picked it up. She didn't know why, it wasn't her husband. If she wanted she could smash it under her heal and laugh at the thought of Guilard sweeping up the pieces, she thought it might be fun.
She kept holding it.
The gardens were relatively quiet, with a lack of patrons following the attacks the previous day. One woman was facing the skyline, and had taken a picture before the sun had set, allowing her to sketch the city at dusk on a electric touch pad. She fingered the small ball she held in her pocket, nodded at a few other patrons and continued to sketch.
Angela reached the top and waited also, feeling exposed, she began to move restlessly, pacing in rapt attention to the sounds of the city around her.
Now fucking what? Didn't tell me that did you Widowmaker?. She heard someone clear their throat and turned sharply.
"Pick up for one Angela Ziegler?"
Angela stared at the women before her. One side of her hair had been shaved and was showing metallic implants breaking through the skin. She spoke with a Mexican accent and the other side of her head had purple died hair, which matched her purple make up. She had a constant half-smirk as though the world was telling her a joke that only she understood and was standing close to Angela with curious eyes
"Hello there, I will be your driver for the day, you can call me Sombra. You can also thank me for saving your friends, I take cash, card, personal favours and debt slavery for my payment" She then laughed. Angela did not.
"You were there"
"Wow, needed a doctorate to tell you that did you?" she waved a hand at the seats. Angela noticed that she used her hands a lot in her speech, constantly waving and pointing theatrically. "Sit down, we have a wait"
Angela stayed standing up as Sombra reclined onto one of the garden walls, ignoring Angela completely she continued to sketch the city, using the pictures she made before as reference points.
"And why do we need to wait?" Angela asked.
"I wanted to see how long you would actually wait, hey hey now!" She screeched as Angela grabbed her wrist and brought her face close so as to spit out her words.
"Do not fuck around right now, show me that the two are alive right now". She couldn't keep her voice from shaking.
"Chill! We've got plenty of time. Besides, your being an ingrate, who do you think saved those two boys to begin with?" she presented a picture on her phone of the two scientists, huddled together in fear, Akira with a large bruise on his head. Angela sat down next to Sombra with a moan and stared at the picture as though it was gold.
They're alive. I didn't fail them.
"If it wasn't for me, they would been killed in that mad women's missile attack" She bridled at that. "Believe me when I tell you I would know. Now, indulge me for a moment"
"And do what"
Sombra's smile widened. "It's very simple, I just want you to look over the city."
Angela did so. "Looks nice. Wish I had better company though"
"Mira Que Cabron. Don't just glance at it, go over to the railing and stare out over it"
Angela glared. "Why should I?"
"I get bored easily and want to sketch someone, preferably someone who looks like they fucked something serious up"
"Well there are plenty of others" Sombra's smirk didn't go away. She looked at Angela for a moment and then tossed her a metallic ball, that Angela smartly dropped.
"Here's how it goes "Mercy", they are currently holding the transmitter for that teleporter you so brilliantly dropped. When I activate this teleporter, they come here and you go there. Is that easy enough for you too understand?"
Angela stared at the ball. "Where did you get that sort of technology?"
"India"
"Oh"... She considered that for a moment. Is that a bad joke? "Anything else I should know?
"Teleportation is rather unpleasantly like being drunk"
Angela stared at her a moment and gave a desperate burst of laughter.
Sombra snorted and picked up the ball. "Shall we try this again?"
Angela took one final glance out towards the city, hoping for all hope that she will see it again. The noisy, loud metropolis rising out of the African coast like a gem in the sand, Music was blaring on the streets following the attacks, the locals were used to hardship, this was no differant. Even though it was unequal, harsh and dangerous, it held a beauty for those willing to search for it, and Angela wanted to see what would become of it. Finally, she looked up and accepted the teleporter.
"I'm ready",
In a flash of purple she was gone.
