Trying to escape an abandoned watchpoint when there were a bunch of people trying to stop you from doing just that was hard. Trying to escape a cyborg ninja who was one of those people and a crazy good climber was even harder. And trying to do all this while trying to think of an excuse for your boss on why the mission went so, so very wrong is basically impossible. Reese managed to do none of these things. Genji caught up to her quickly, making it clear she wouldn't be climbing away from her problems like she usually does. Unfortunately for him, the first thing he grabbed was the back of her jacket, and they weren't too far above the water. All those years of gymnastics really paid off. She wriggled out of her jacket and backflipped over the cyborg, just out of his grasp. It was probably close to a forty-foot drop into the water, so if she hit it wrong, she was dead meat. But doable.
As her jacket slipped off Reese was painfully aware of her tattoos showing. She hadn't had them out in so long. And she would have preferred to keep it that way. These weren't her choice, but she wasn't going to get rid of them either. They reminded her of why she was where she was. That there was no turning back.
A little glint caught her eye and she saw the square that was Jet fall into the water. Damn. That had taken so long to program. This had better be worth it. Reese was so caught up in her own thoughts, she didn't notice the other person on the cliffs. That is, until he caught her. She was dropped roughly on a ledge laying down. She tried getting up to at least see who the fuck else would be out here, but clearly just insured she would stay trapped didn't think that was important.
"You must either be out of your mind," he said, "Or very desperate to escape if you are willing to pull off a stunt like that".
Reese grunted. "Yeah, well if you don't mind, I have places to be, so if I could just sit up, see your face so that I know to slap you if I ever see you again, and get back to NYC that would be great".
"You aren't going to do any of that. My brother's friends might not trust me enough for us to be formally introduced, but I assure you, I will not betray him again". Again. Well that's interesting. What happened the first time Reese thought. She closed her eyes, a sudden wave of exhaustion flowing over her.
Genji had scaled down the wall, and just now was reaching Reese and whoever stopped her. "Hanzo, at least let her sit up."
"She won't be awake much longer," he replied. "I made sure your friend over there had a clean shot". Looking to the side Reese spotted the old lady holding a gun. But she wasn't hurt? A realization crossed her mind when she saw a dart in her arm.
"Shiiiiiiiiiit" she said. This was a sleep dart. Then it was lights out.
"Wake up!". Reese's head jerked to one side, and she jolted awake.
"First of all, fuck all y'all and go burn in hell, second of all where is my jacket, third of all why the fuck can't I move?". After Reese calmed down, she examined her surroundings. Looked like she was in some sort of medical bay. Her hands were tied behind her, and she was sitting down with her legs joining the chairs via rope. This was not New York. "Where…?" she mumbled before the memories came back to her. 76. McCree. Genji and his brother… Hanzo. The blonde, Dr. Angela Ziegler, was there as well, probably not for a good reason. "Well shit".
"Listen up punk cause I'm only gonna say this once. I'm tired of playing nice, so we're doing this my way now. You're going to tell us what we want to know. No bullshit. If you don't feel like cooperating, we'll just beat it out of you. Got all that?". 76 glowered at her. Reese suddenly had a very strong feeling that this guy was going to get what he wanted. Still, she wasn't one to go down without a fight. "First things first, what is your real name?".
Reese was not giving up something that important. Names had power. Looking him dead in the eye she said, "Pablo Diego José Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno María de los Remedios Cipriano de la Santisima Trinidad Ruiz y Picasso". That little stunt earned her a punch to the face. It was still hilarious though. After she got over a fit of giggling she straightened herself up. "Bitch I ain't telling you my name for any reason. Do your worst, it's just another scar." She nodded down to her now visible tattoos, although she wasn't too happy that they were showing. The hits kept on coming, and Reese laughed through it all. This really was useless. They weren't getting anywhere.
While She was being uselessly interrogated Reese was checking the ropes around her arms for slack. And… bingo! There it was. She just kept talking and taking hits until her hands were free. Everyone was surprised about her just sitting there and letting herself get beat to shit. They were a lot more surprised when she hit back.
She stretched out her arms before feeling around in her boot. After a bit of digging around she felt the nearly nonexistent zipper that opened to a secret pouch that held extra knives. She cut herself free from the rest of the rope and got up.
"Ok bitches, where's my jacket?". If anyone was going to stop her, they would've tried already. Which meant either they saw her as a threat, or that they were going to take her by surprise. If it was the second option she wanted another knife. She wasn't waiting to find out.
She grabbed the doctor, who while she looked really sweet, was clearly the weakest link. Reese put the knife up to her throat. "Anyone gets to close, and you'll suddenly be down a man." She looked at the petrified doctor and muttered, "Or woman." Shaking her head Reese stared at everyone in the room. They didn't seem too worried, which means they saw through her bluff. God damnit. She only had three knives left. Better make them count.
