Overwatch H.Q.
The Day of the Fall.

Jack Morrison's hand fell to Angela's cheek. She had kissed him, and he had kissed her back.
Not out of want, but of necessity. A need. A need to fill a gap that was left within him.
"I just don't know what to do Jack. Nothing makes sense anymore. None of it does…"
"I'm sorry about Gabriel. I'm sorry it's all come to this, but you had to know."
"That's the thing Jack…I knew. I always knew." Angela's tone changed. Her gaze did too.
"What do you mean?" Morrison stepped away from her.
"I encouraged it…" She trailed off, "I encouraged him to form Blackwatch against you. I loved you, and so did he. But you trashed all that for Ana. You took his child from him."
The need to fill his emotional vacancy with lust turned to anger. Morrison squeezed his fist and turned his back to the doctor, who's judgmental eyes were now all he could see.
"Leave her- Leave Fareeha out of this." Morrison commanded.
"It's true, Jack. Okay? I know you don't want to hear it. I'm sorry. But I never thought it would end up like this. I told Gabriel he could be better than you, that he could do better than you; but this isn't what we are. This isn't why we came here all those years ago-" Zeigler's hand was at Morrison's back, cold to the touch even through his jacket.
"What are you?" Jack asked, facing her now. "Who's side are you on?"
"I just want you both back. I want us to be a family again. I can save us, Jack. I can save Overwatch. The power they've given me, the things I can do now…" Zeigler was losing it. The good Doctor Jack Morrison loved once was replaced by a woman who's ambition exceeded her sanity.
"You want to save us? Save this?" Morrison extended his arms, his anger growing, "You can start by talking Gabriel down. And then you two can go to Hell."
"I know you lost someone Jack. I know how much losing Ana meant to you," Zeigler spoke, "I can bring her back. I can do that and so much more now."
Morrison's jaw tightened.
"No you can't. No one can play God like that." Jack wanted to believe her. He wanted to, but he knew better.
Zeigler stepped towards him again, and grabbed the scruff of his squared features, her cold lips touching his.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, looking into Jack's eyes. Suddenly, her head tilted and her gaze was now to the wall behind him as the door to the Strike Command office flew open, banking hard off the frame.
Before Jack could even turn around, Mercy had lunged away from him knocking herself against the rich desk stacked high with folders and gadgets.
"Gabriel! No!" Zeigler screamed
Jack knew what this was, but it was too late.
As Jack turned, a boot impacted at the outside of his leg, knocking him off balance and sending him toppling against a steel file cabinet which dented upon impact.
Morrison tried to get up, and Gabriel's fist met with the top of his skull sending his vision red and black for an instant.
"Reyes, stop! This isn't what it-" Jack kicked off the ground and tackled the man head first to the floor, "-This isn't what it looks like!"
Gabriel's eyes were wild, his lust for blood was palpable as he spared not a word, and balled his fist to connect it cleanly into Jack's cheek with a crunch as he soldier could feel two loose teeth and the taste of pennies in his mouth. Next thing, Reyes kicked Jack off of him with ease.

"I was going to make this easy on you, Jack. I was going to let you step down."
Gabriel growled as he continued to strike, Jack dancing with him to avoid the blows.
"It was always about you!" The man roared finally grabbing Morrison by the collar of his jacket and thrusting him out of the office, into the hallway where Jack's back slammed against the outer wall.
"Gabriel! Damn it! Enough!" Morrison cocked back his fist and shot it to Reyes as it met the man's gut where the air visibly escaped from his dark lips.
They exchanged blows like rival gusts of wind in a tornado, each more ferocious and targeted than the next. Their dance down the hall was a precise arrangement and a devastating waltz where instead of hands meeting in unison, their knuckles would connect with cracks. The government juices in their blood countering each other as brothers in arms turned to war fighters with vendettas.
At the edge of the stairs, Angela Zeigler ran screaming for onlookers to help, but no one did.
No one dared.
"It was always you, Jack!" Reyes' words came from blood and the sinew of teeth forming a chunky mess of velvet down his chin.
"Gabriel, Please. Please," Jack Morrison begged him as his fingers clenched the man's throat.
Reyes, with fox like agility, swept Jack's leg with his own boot and sent the soldier flopping to the ground with an impact to splinter the floor, and soon Gabriel had cleared the railing and darted from the fight if only for a moment.
"Jack, please, stop this. Stop this!" Angela shouted, on hands and knees.
Morrison wanted to lie to her and say that he would…but he couldn't do that.
"Angela, I need you to do me one last favor." Jack got up, using Zeigler's shoulders for support.
"I need you to clear the building. I need you to sound an Omega Protocol."
"Jack…" Angela whispered. She knew what that meant.
A Code Omega would only be activated in the event of a catastrophic emergency.
Jack Morrison knew the only way then, to stop Reyes, was to kill him.