"Hey wake up, forastero!"
Desmond began to wake as he felt his body being shook. He grunted which seized the shaking, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Once his vision cleared his looked to the side of his bed to see Alejandra holding a glass of water
"Morning, forastero!" She handed the glass to Desmond who took it and had begun to drink. Once he was done, he wiped his lips and handed the glass back to the girl.
"Thank you... What's a forastero?" Desmond said as he began to get up from the bed. Alejandra grinned at him.
"Since we didn't know what your name was, I took the liberty to make a name for you myself. Forastero means stranger or newcomer, which you are. I took all night to think of it!"
Desmond nodded in approval "I like it... Has that feeling of mystique on it"
Alejandra's smiled brighten "Great. Mama has prepared breakfast if you'd like, its just downstairs. She also left some clothes for you, that black armor doesn't really mix well with the heat and the sun" With that said, Alejandra left the room closing the door behind her.
Desmond stood up and walked towards the window shutters and opened them. The bright rays of the sun flooded that room almost instantly and the sound of birds flying above could be heard.
He looked outside and noticed that the town was alive. Children were running around playing games, adults were doing their morning errands some talking on the side, some walking in and out of shops. It had seemed like the rain never even existed.
'Interesting' Desmond turned back and looked at the clothing that Susana left for him. Dark jeans, boots, a navy blue plaid shirt and a dark green poncho similar to those worn by the old times western cowboys.
He got dressed and carried the poncho then proceeded to make his way downstairs. Once he got down he saw that there were several customers in line and in the cashier's place was Susana.
She looked at him and smiled "Stranger, good morning. The kitchen's in the back, there's breakfast already ready for you. How's the clothes by the way?"
Desmond stretched his arms and smiled at her "They're fine. Perfect actually, how'd you know my size?"
Susana shrugged "Hit and miss. Anyway, I'm kinda busy right now. You should look for that friend of yours"
Desmond nodded and began to walk towards the kitchen. He walked down to an open doorway and found it. Alejandra was already eating as he went in, he sat down then looked around.
Alejandra followed his gaze. "Hey forastero, your food going to get cold"
Desmond looked down and saw a bowl of soup and bread with a glass of juice on the side. He placed the poncho on the chair next to him and pulled up his sleeves then began to eat.
'Mmm...Damn...This shits good!' He though as he stuffed his mouth.
Alejandra made a gagging motion as she watched "Geez, I thought for someone as serious as you, you would have some manners."
Desmond shrugged and gulped down the food.
"It's good"
Desmond stepped outside the bakery and looked around. The sun beamed down heat yet the cold wind kept him from feeling much of it, the children were still playing and the adults were still doing what they were doing.
He put on the poncho and began to shift around to get used to it. The door of the bakery opened and Alejandra stepped out. She handed him his backpack and Susana showed up holding his rifle along with a couple of bottles of water.
"Here. You might need it while you search for your friend" Desmond smiled and placed the bottles on the left side of his bag then took the rifle from Susana and clipped it to the right side of his bag.
He picked it up and put it on. He looked at Alejandra and Susana and nodded.
"Thanks for the food and shelter. I really appreciate it"
"Don't forget clothes" Alejandra said. Desmond chuckled.
"And the clothes"
Susana smiled at him and nodded "It was our pleasure. Thank you for saving us from those gang members"
"No problem. As much as i'd like to exchange thanks all day, I've got to find a friend of mine"
"Of course. Stay safe"
Desmond nodded and turned then began to walk following the stone path that led to the town center. As he walked down the path, he received many stares from the rifle and his helmet that hung on the back of his backpack.
"Who's he?"
"looks like we have a newcomer"
"A stranger?"
"Is that a gun?"
"he might be a bounty hunter or mercenary"
Desmond listened to the talking which had intrigued him. He hadn't been around civilians in a while that it seemed so alien to him.
He arrived at the center of town in a matter of minutes and began to looked around.
'Nothing that looks like Sombra' He was about to move on when he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned to and saw a woman with her back to him standing behind him.
Desmond raised a brow "Can I help you?"
"It's me, idiot"
Desmond cocked his head back "Sombra?"
"Shh! Not too loud... I'm not...Liked in these parts" She had been wearing a tan overcoat that had blocked her face. "Anyway, what took you so long, fantasma?"
"I ran into a problem but its been resolved. Let's go find a place to talk"
"I've got a safehouse close by... Follow me"
Desmond and Sombra walked to the edge of town where it had been more run down and dark. Sombra approached a cracked stone building and opened the door. Desmond stepped in and looked around. It was fairly small, only the room he was in and a hallway that led to one door.
Sombra closed the door and took off the overcoat.
"Your tech?" Desmond opened his bag and took out his Phantom Tech and handed it to Sombra. She inspected it before nodding.
"Looks good. I'll have it upgraded in a couple of seconds"
Desmond nodded "Right. What about this new Talon leader, we need to talk about this."
She nodded and motioned towards the door at the end of the hall "I have all the intel in there."
She began to walk towards the door and soon Desmond followed.
"Nice place"
"Hey it's a safehouse not a condo"
Desmond chuckled "Of course"
They reached the door and Sombra gripped the handle and sighed.
"Hey, fantasma"
Desmond looked at her curiously "Yea?"
"I'm sorry"
She opened the door and pushed him inside. In front of him was Reaper, Talon agents and an Omnic.
His gaze moved towards the side and then they widened. He saw Widowmaker standing next to the omnic with a dull expression on her face.
"Amelie?" He turned back around and saw that Sombra had her submachine gun out and had it point to his head.
"Sombra... You traitor" He reached for his rifle only to be shot by Reaper.
Desmond hissed as he gripped his left hand. Sombra took his backpack and threw it towards the omnic.
"Good work, Sombra" The omnic stood up and began to approach Desmond who in reflex began to back up.
"It was difficult to get you alone, Desmond. Especially with those damn pests in Overwatch always watching you"
Desmond turned his attention back to Widowmaker and glared at her "What the hell happened to the trust I put in you?! Why did you return with Talon!"
She kept an emotionless expression on her face... Or tried to, it was clear that regret had formed in her eyes.
The omnic laughed "That's right. You see, everything you had experienced had been calculated and expected"
Desmond turned back to the omnic "What do you mean?" The omnic motioned to an empty chair. Desmond didn't move until Sombra pushed him down.
The omnic approached him and sat on the table in front of him.
"Let me tell you a little story" The omnic leaned back "There once was a soldier for Overwatch. He had believed in order. Orders to be in fact. He executed and followed every order no matter how harsh or how treacherous they were, he believed that a good soldier is one who follows orders. One day, the UN created an Elite branch of soldiers that were meant to dispose of Overwatch and lucky him, his life was thrown into this new branch and practically ripped away. They called it the 501st"
Desmond widened his eyes "That's no-"
"SHUT UP!"
Sombra and Widowmaker slightly flinched along with some soldiers as the omnic slapped Desmond hard with his metal hand.
"The 501st trained him to be a killer. A machine. After a few months after his deployment, he was promoted into the black ops divison of the 501st, long story short, a freak accident happened where he and his entire platoon were ambushed by Talon. The soldier was the only one left but with broken bones and a broken will and when Overwatch finally came, they simply decided that he was a dead man and walked away. Talon found him and replaced his bones with metal, his flesh with steel. Soon he converted into a full on robotic organism"
Desmond glared at him "What the hell does this have to do with me!"
The omnic's glowing red orbs brightened "That Overwatch team that had left me behind? That was your mother's team"
Desmond's eyes widened "She was never in Overwatch!"
The omnic sat back up "But she was... Blackwatch to be correct. You know all about Blackwatch. You had read a file on them during you time in Talon. I understand. You're confused, maybe afraid but everything will be clear once we get you back to our base"
He looked at Reaper "Take him to the ship, Sombra, Widowmaker. Assist him, the rest of you follow me"
Desmond watched as the Talon agents began to file out as they followed the omnic and as soon as he turned he saw the butt of Reaper's shot gun near his face.
"Where am I?"
Desmond began to groggily wake up, then suddenly felt a sharp pain on his right arm. His vision cleared to see Widowmaker injecting his arm with something. Immediately he yanked his arm away and tried to kick her but found he had been chained to the metal walls. He was in a new Talon base, in the prison block to be precise.
"YOU FUCKING TRAITOR! I'LL KILL YOU!" Widowmaker frowned as she watched him struggle.
"Cherie, I-"
"don't call me that" Desmond said as he glared at her. She opened her mouth but gave up and sighed. Desmond glared at her while she stared back with regretful eyes.
Desmond sighed and lowered his head
"how long?"
Widowmaker tilted her head "What?"
Desmond snapped his back at her "Don't What Me! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Widowmaker slightly flinched at his cold tone.
"Since you 'captured' me"
Desmond scoffed "I knew it... It was too easy when we captured you. I can't believe I really though I could change you"
"Desmond, I can ex-"
"Then please do! Explain why i'm here! Explain why you're there! Explain how you faked all the emotions you've felt!" Desmond spat, anger and hated laced in every word.
Widowmaker took a step forward "At first they were... Then... Then I grew these feelings, the same feelings...The same feelings Gerard made me felt... You made me felt them... Then I realized... I loved you"
Desmond froze then looked down...Widowmaker shifted to try and get a glimpse of his reaction.
"bullshit"
Widowmaker sighed and began to walk towards the cell door. Before she left she looked at him once more.
"Desmond... I know I've broken your trust, but please... Please believe me when I say those feelings were genuine" She waited only to receive silence. She sighed and closed the cell door then walked out of the prison block.
Desmond began to think.
You know shit has hit the fan when Desmond Riley begins to think. He looked up and looked around the cell.
'No windows. Were underground' He looked at the other cells and saw they were empty.
'Knowing Talon, this base must not be somewhere easily accessible'
He then turned to his shackles. He tugged on them a couple times.
'Yep...Maximum security'
He sighed and gave up
'If Widowmaker is here, then Reaper and Sombra must also be here'
He laid his head back and stared at the ceiling.
'Why does this shit always happen to me'
Widowmaker walked through the cold halls of the Talon base in thought when she bumped into someone.
"Pardon, I-" She looked up and noticed it was Sombra. "Sombra... What do you want"
"I know you don't like me, chica so why bother talking to me" She pushed past Widowmaker.
"Sombra"
The hacker stopped "What"
Widowmaker slowly turned to her
"Do you think what we did was right?"
Sombra sighed "Yes...No...I don't know... You work for Talon, not Overwatch it's better if you don't question it"
Widowmaker didn't reply and Sombra continued to walk.
Soldier: 76 watched the ocean below the the watchpoint.
The whole Gibraltar base had been cleared out and dropships were now transporting soldiers and supplies to the new base.
Mercy walked next to him.
"Jack... Is everything alright?"
76 turned to her then back to the ocean "I'm...worried"
Mercy raised a brow "Worried? You?"
76 nodded slowly "I know it's hard to believe but... I just have this feeling that something is off"
Mercy smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder "What are you worried about? Is it Desmond?"
He sighed and nodded "Yes... I feel like somethings happened"
"Don't worry... Desmond can handle himself. Besides he has that little tech thing he has to get him out of tight spots"
76 looked at her "Only problem with that is that Talon has developed a special type of ammunition to counter that"
Mercy shook her head "You shouldn't stress yourself. Desmond can take care of himself" 76 sighed and nodded
"Yea you're right... Desmond probably a better soldier than me"
Mercy smirked "Wow... The great Jack Morrison complementing his hot shot pilot... I'd never though that would happen"
76 chuckled "Don't get used to it... And when he comes back, don't tell him I said that. He doesn't need a bigger ego."
"I'll make sure I keep this between us... Doctor-Patient confidentiality" Mercy says as she laughs.
Tracer blinked next to them shocking Mercy.
"Ello'! Have ya guys seen Widowbitch? I've been itchin' to settle a little bit with her"
76 crossed his arm "What's the bet?"
"That Reinhardt couldn't lift a dropship off the ground"
Mercy smiles "I'm pretty sure he can but I haven't seen her... Now that you mention, she disappeared right after the battle"
76 looked at Mercy "Are you sure?"
She nodded "Yea... We haven't seen her since"
Tracer scratches her head "Uhh. Did something happen?"
76 shakes his head "No... I'm going to take a trip to Dorado. I'll return with Desmond to the new Watchpoint" He turns and walks towards the hangar.
Mercy looks at Tracer
"Do you think Widowmaker..."
Tracer shakes her head "No... Desmond changed her... At least that's what I think"
Mercy looks at a dropship exiting the hangar then rise into the air.
"Something doesn't feel right, Lena... I just hope you're right"
The dropship boosts forward.
Towards Dorado.
A little short. Im tired.