Hey all,
Sorry about the late update, as expected, life has come and started to hit me hard. Expect irregular updates for the coming weeks.
Until then, stay safe, stay healthy.
*Pacific Ocean: Hades*
Huge. That's one word for it.
Huge.
Quillion entered his fair share of subs when he served in the MRF and all of them, no matter the size, were always cramped and barely had any legroom to stretch. In this one, he was amazed that he could walk around without the constant feeling or need to keep his head down, heck there is enough space for him to do a star jump.
Bright and somewhat spacious, the design is still confined to a classical submarine. Passageways that lead to unforeseeable rooms, all hidden behind countless watertight doors.
However, there were still some additions that would've been absolutely criminal and rejected during his time. He gawked when they came to a clearing with a second floor, where about twenty sailors looked like they were just loitering around, looking at them, or more specifically, at Lena.
A clearing with a second floor! In a submarine! What kind of technological marvel have humanity advanced to to allow this?
"So… How long have you guys been stuck in here?" Lena asked, trying to distract herself from the constant stares.
"Last count… 7 months since we last resupplied"
"7 months?! I'd go bonkers! You guys are awesome"
"It's all part of the job ma'am" the Sergeant said, sounding happy that someone acknowledged them, especially by a hero.
"No wonder they all look so thirsty" Sombra whispered into Quillion's ear, walking close behind him, invisible.
Another feature that they noticed was that their journey was not direct, rather it was a maze-like walk that even Quillion had difficulty keeping track of. There was one where he swore they walked a full circle when he saw the specific wallmarks he used as markers twice.
"What kind of sub is this?" Lena asked, dizzy from all the twists and turns.
"A prison sub, do not worry, we are almost there" was the quick reply.
So they kept silent, almost giving up memorizing the routes and secretly hoped that Sombra would have some sort of way to do it for them. Quillion was also restless, wanting to check on Amelie's current location, however under the watchful eyes of those around him, he must wait lest he compromised the mission.
Finally, after climbing up the sixth flight of stairs, they reached the Control Room.
"Welcome Tracer, let me be the first to thank you for bringing us those who deserve justice" the Captain said, saluting them when they entered.
"Err… Yes, happy to help" Lena said nervously, saluting back.
With that said, the Captain nodded to the crew, who immediately busied themselves with the many controls in front of them. They could not hear clearly from the multiple voices, but one word rang out louder than the rest.
"Dive? Why are we diving?" Quillion asked, earning an unapproving look from the Captain.
"Are you military?" she asked, glancing up and down at him.
"He's just a deck spotter, he'll learn" Lena said quickly.
"This is just a procedure, once the prisoners are firmly secure, we'll return to the surface. You will be back in the air within three days"
"Three days?" he repeated in wonder, even Sombra had to fight the urge to whistle out in awe.
"The UN will compensate and revoke any disciplinary actions that awaits you when you return, until then, please enjoy your stay in Hades"
"Right, thanks a lot Cap!" Lena replied.
Quillion expected her to scowl at Lena for those words, especially since she looks to be someone who uploads a very strict military discipline, but to his surprise, the Captain merely nodded and looked at the screen that showed Amelie and Baptiste.
"Oooo, looks like Captain ain't playing fair" Sombra whispered.
Ignoring her, they saluted and they proceeded to their quarters. Thankfully it was not far away and it was just as impressive as it is important to their mission.
They will share a room. A whole private room in a submarine.
"Phew… Well that's exciting" Sombra said, deactivating her invisibility once their escorts left them to settle.
"Shh! There could be-" Lena started but Sombra waved her off.
"I've already checked, this room's clean"
"Enjoy your stay in Hades… Three whole days to secure someone, what kind of people is this place holding?" Quillion asked, pulling out the tracker.
What they saw on screen made them feel foolish to try to memorize the paths they took to get here when they saw that Sombra had been updating the map as they walked, even hacking through the walls into rooms that they did not access.
Despite the hacks, the submarine's size was still too large for Sombra to get even a clear layout of even half of the structure.
As they were studying and discussing their next course of action, Quillion felt a slight shudder from beneath them and as he reached out to feel the walls, Lena started to groan.
"Oi, don't get seasick now, we still need a pilot outta here" he heard Sombra say.
"Dizzy…" was all Lena could manage out and crumpled onto the bed.
"Lena!" Quillion said and quickly jumped to her side.
It took him only a moment to realize what had happened. Though the room is well pressurized, something must've still triggered the imbalance in her ears, which must still be sensitive to pressure changes.
"Is this going to be a problem?" Sombra asked, leaning against the wall and checking her fingers.
"We need to tell them to stop diving"
"Oh wow, great idea, you want me to tell them to sail to Hawaii too?"
"How soon do you think you can find the Medical Bay?" he asked, ignoring her.
*One Hour Later*
"That was harder than I thought" Sombra sighed, relocating back to the room in a purple flash and throwing the bag onto the bed
"Why'd you bring so many back? They're gonna notice that this is missing!" he asked, quickly sorting through its contents, dividing the glowing blue liquids and pills.
"Hey, you could've just wrote the medicine you needed instead of all those stupid medical terms"
"But that does not mean you empty their whole supply!"
"Relax, I snuck into their storage, it'll not show up in the system"
"What if someone goes in to do a stocktake and-!"
Lena ignored them bickering and pulled the bottles closer and after discarding the third, she somehow was able to recognize the one that Angela used and popped it into her mouth.
"Lena wait!" Quillion warned but she had already swallowed.
"The sooner I get better, the quicker we can get outta here" she groaned before downing a health bottle.
While they waited, he picked up the tracker again and was annoyed to see that Amelie had not moved from the hangar bay. How much deeper do they need to go before they start moving them? He shuddered to think what sort of people demanded this heavy of a security.
There was a guess in his mind that bothered him. When they spoke to the Captain, he noticed a familiar, dangerous glint in her eye. It was a look of revenge rather than duty, especially when she looked at Amelie through the screen.
A chilling, blood lusted look.
"If you're that worried, you should just go find her"
"I just want to know where we are in the plan" he lied, throwing it onto the bed.
"Well from what I've gathered, we'll go to the bottom of the trench before they will move her, should be anytime now"
Just as she said it, there was an announcement repeating the word "Brace" before they shuddered to a halt. Steadying themselves, he looked around for a window, but when he saw there were none, he felt extremely uncomfortable. It must have shown on his face because Sombra laughed when she looked at him.
"Feeling claustrophobic?" she smirked.
"I'm just used to seeing where I am" he replied.
"Welp, time to get to work"
Before he knew it, Sombra turned invisible and ignored his attempts to stop her.
"Guess that's how it felt like" Lena said, seeing the door open and close by itself.
"Nah, you're worse" Quillion sighed, sitting down on the other bed "At least she had to open the door"
"Alright… Let's move" she said, sitting up unsteadily.
"Hey you should be resting"
"Don't worry, these meds are already doing its work"
To prove it, she jumped out of bed and walked around, still weak, but overall fine. Just as she finished a lap around the room, a knock came from the door.
"I hope I am not intruding" the Sergeant said when he opened the door just when Lena quickly threw the covers over the medicine.
"What can we help you with?" she asked.
"The Captain wishes to see you. Alone" he added when Quillion stood up.
"Any reason why?"
"Just followin' orders ma'am" he said and held the door open.
"Alright, well, see ya later luv, do what you need to do" she said to him, winking.
"Err… Yeah…" he said, earning an envious look from the Sergeant, who was looking her up and down before following her out.
Making sure that the door is fully shut and locked, he pulled out the tracker once more and saw that Amelie had finally moved from her position.
*Watchpoint: Morrison's Office*
It did not take long before calls reached Morrison's office, behind each call was some angry PR guy who memorized some copyright or political script for his ears, not knowing that all the calls are redirected to Smith.
"No, he is not in the office right now… Yes yes, no no we are taking this seriously… I know that he should not have- No sir, no no"
This is bad. Not only because there was still a whole line of callers waiting, each represented a high ranking member who cannot be brushed off whose demands or anger must be entertained for a considerable amount of time.
He was only in here for less than half an hour and he had already sweated buckets, his notebook overflowing with various threats... Funds cut, staff transfers, change of procedures, even a court martial.
"How the hell does he do this" he said to himself, disconnecting the call and looking at the stream of red blinking lights on the communicator.
"Would you like a coffee Colonel?" Athena asked.
"No thank you" he said, grateful to hear a friendly voice "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to ask if you need refreshments"
"So, in your opinion, how am I doing?"
"For a non-enhanced human, you are within expectations"
"How I wish I'm enhanced… I can blow by all this within the hour" he yawned, stretching.
Athena said nothing, not wanting to disturb his recovery process, even if that statement is objectively false.
"By the way, wasn't Captain Amari accepted back as Second in Command? Why isn't she doing this?" he asked.
"Captain Amari is currently occupied"
*Gibraltar: Mess Hall*
It was lunchtime and the Mess Hall was full of noise and laughter, all except the corner where three people sat and no one dared to sit with.
"Ever feel like we don't have much to do around here?" Mei asked, sipping on her coffee.
"Isn't that a good thing? A boring day is another day where people can make their lives better" Fareeha asked back, munching on a chocolate bar.
"Oh not that! I mean... Everyone else seem to be busy with something all the time and I feel we are just being ignored"
"I thought you prefer not to be in the field" Ana commented.
"I don't! But… Seeing everyone out there doing something… Makes me feel kinda bad to be in a lab all the time you know?" Mei said timidly.
"Hmm… Well if you want to do field work, you can just ask"
"Oh no! I would never! I am not a professional like you, or Genji or McCree-" she started but was cut short when both women laughed.
"What?"
"You have no idea what you're talking about" Fareeha laughed.
"Oh my dear, you would be far better than both of them" Ana continued.
"Why? Jack sends them out all the time, that must mean they're professionals!"
"Well, you should know by now that even Jack will make his mistakes" Ana chuckled.
"But didn't they bring in Sombra and Baptiste? They were successful right?"
Mei watched puzzlingly when Ana and Fareeha laughed even harder, catching the attention of some in the room, but were quickly ignored, not wanting to catch the attention of any of them.
Recognizing this, they lowered their voices.
"You mean when mom and myself brought them back" Fareeha corrected.
"Why? What happened?"
"Mom, you do the honors"
"Well, you might not know this, but they were in India when we found them"
"Oh yes!" Mei said excitingly "McCree said he had to fight off a team of assassins and that was why he came back unconscious, right?"
"Oh he did, did he?"
"Yes! And they found Sombra hiding in a top secret cave and-"
"We found them arrested in a police station"
It took Mei a few seconds to process that.
"What?"
"McCree tried to sneak into a police station while dressing up as a local police officer, you can imagine how that turned out" Ana said whilst Fareeha burst out laughing again.
"I'm… I'm sure there's a reason for him to do that!" Mei protested, having been an avid listener to McCree's stories to give herself an excuse to avoid field work.
"No, he had his phone confiscated and the genius did not bother to set a password on it"
"Huh? W-Why? How?"
So she listened as Ana recounted the worst plan that could've ever been put together.
From what Ana and Fareeha gathered, the plan was to distract the police by pretending to bring Sombra and Baptiste in while dressed up as a police officer and Genji would sneak in from the back to steal the phone.
Nice, simple, but disastrous.
From the official reports, the local authorities had not only immediately known that McCree was wearing stolen uniforms and was obviously American, but he fainted halfway through speaking to them with the most 'unconvincing accent' they've ever heard. Why he fainted they do not know, though some theorized that there is a possibility that there is a virus in the station as one of the officers had a nosebleed that night.
The moment he fainted, it was reported that Sombra and Baptiste attempted to run, but were both knocked out by a "naked Omnic" who dropped from the ceiling, who 'took great care to land on top of the American'. The officers on duty were so shocked, they immediately tasered everyone in the room and threw them behind bars before attempting to call the higher ups.
Thankfully the Amaris managed to intercept the call and arrived to pay their bail, which thankfully wasn't much so everything was kept on the low key.
Mei was absolutely stunned at Ana's story. She had always thought that McCree and Genji, having survived so many missions, were hardened, serious warriors with fantastic teamwork.
What she heard today crushed that perception forever.
*Pacific Ocean: Hades*
Quillion
It did not take long for him to be educated which parts of the submarine he has access to or not.
From what he could figure out from eavesdropping, he learned that there were three full floors in this technological marvel, divided to Top, Middle, and Bottom Levels.
He would have access to the Top Level, where the Cafeteria, Common Area, and even a small Entertainment Room, and the Emergency Escape Pods located next to the Landing Zone, to which he was assured that each were made from Hard Light materials, to which he was genuinely impressed at how much the crew trusts its integrity despite being so deep in sea.
The Middle Level is the centre of all operations, and power.
Here housed the Command Deck, Engine Rooms, Sleeping Quarters for the crew, Storage facilities, all with maze-like pathways, some even leading to dead ends, which would explain how they seemingly cross Levels without nothing it.
Needless to say, he could barely fathom the efforts that must've been required to build this thing, for it tricked even all three of them when they were led to the Mid Level from the Top without anyone noticing.
Finally, the mysterious Bottom Level, the only section of the submarine was where answers became mythical tales. Those that he asked whispered of a haunted place, where dim lights and coldness that grips the hearts of all who are near it. Others swore they heard groaning and whispers that pierced through the walls and that something is always watching them.
The most interesting story however, was when a squad of armed men was sent down there to investigate, all of them came back mangled and bloody, driven mad and babbling about a ferocious sea creature with a thousand tentacles.
Initially he thought the crew were trying to dissuade him from going down, like some sort of horror story deterrent for the weak minded, but from what he could tell, they all believed in the superstition, probably because they had been cooped up in deep sea for so long.
He would have honored their wishes and leave the Bottom Level alone if it weren't for one thing.
According to the tracker, Amelie has been relocated there, which means that that was where all the prisoners were kept.
Using their fear and superstition, he gathered enough information of the general direction and specific stairways and drew out a rough map on a piece of paper, adding to the parts where Sombra had already mapped out.
The only things left in his way were to somehow sneak through corridors that were all under strict surveillance, armed patrols to which he does not know the timing of, through the rest of the crew who knew each other like family, and navigate through the supposedly haunted Bottom Level with nothing more than a scribble on a piece of paper.
Easy.
Lena
"Wonder what the Captain wants to talk about" she thought.
Since most of the walk was quiet, she entertained herself by counting the cameras and doors that they had to go through and gave after 10 minutes.
This place gave her a sense that it was an inverted fortress, something that is built to defend itself from the inside rather than out, evident that when she looked at how the rooms when they passed the ones with open doors, every equipment and instruments seemed to be facing the middle of the sub.
Still unsteady from the pressure, Lena was glad that most of the journey was to go lower down the submarine rather than climbing up, taking her time by pretending to step down the ladder carefully, to which the Sergeant did not complain nor unappreciated.
After the third ladder, she guessed they had reached the Bottom Level when she saw five men were wearing thicker clothing than those above and studying the map hanging on the wall. The most evident confirmation for her however, was how stark this Level contrasted to the more lively atmosphere above.
It was dark, cold, and the moment she stepped down the last step, she already felt like she was drowning in the somber mood.
"Thought you guys would've memorized it all by now" she commented when the Sergeant himself referred to the map.
"Not this floor" he replied before holding out a jacket which he grabbed from a hangar below the map.
"Err… No thanks I'm fine" she said, seeing how dirty they were.
"Suit yourself" he said and threw it on.
Her yellow jumpsuit was like some beacon for the people below, immediately catching their eye with her bright colors, but she didn't mind, in fact, was secretly glad to see that she could distract them from this place in a more positive light.
Especially from this cold.
"Heating system broken?" she asked, trying not to chatter her teeth.
"No, but the Captain has requested to get some areas here warmed up, hopefully it'll be approved the next time we dock"
Nodding in approval, Lena started to like this Captain. First she thought she would be one of those strict, no nonsense, cold as steel sort of leaders, but it looks like she still had enough sense to care for those under her.
Down another flight of stairs, she finally felt a chill, not by the cold depths of the sea, but a strange, familiar dread that echoed from a path that led to a darkened room. When she paused to look down the corridor, she swore she heard some rasping whisper emitting from the far end...
She also thought she saw something like a tentacle just at the corner, almost as if it was beckoning her to investigate.
Seeing that the Sergeant did not see her stop and kept walking, the mixture of the fear of mystery and the need to know filled her mind. She took one step into the room, but immediately felt something grab her by the shoulder and squeezed.
"Over here" the Sergeant said, looking back.
"What's down there?" she asked, hurrying up to him.
The Sergeant didn't answer, but she saw him gulp. Whatever was down there, it scared him.
A little further down was the end of the hall with a door to the left. Lena expected it to lead to another long walk but sighed in both relief and confusion when he knocked the door.
"Come in"
Lena was hoping that the room would be warm, as the cold atmosphere was starting to get to her, but to her disappointment, it was just as cold in the Captain's quarters than the outside.
It was also far smaller than she expected, thinking that because of the submarine's massive size, the Captain would have a comfortably large room, especially if they had to stay submerged for months.
What she saw looked as if this place was never meant to be a proper quarter, rather it looked like everything was thrown in here to make it one, a very cramped one that's far smaller than their own.
To their left was nothing but the solid wall, to their right was a sofa, which was nestled tightly to a neat bed. About 4 feet in front of her was the desk where a computer sat on it, and finally at the end of the room, was a bookshelf full of files and books.
Sat between the desk and the bookshelf was the Captain, with barely enough space for her to turn in any direction.
"Thank you, Sergeant, you may resume your duties" she said, putting down a book.
Lena saluted when the door closed behind her, thinking to use proper military etiquette since they would be stuck in here for the next few days.
"Please, I should be the one saluting you" the Captain said as she stood up.
She was slightly taller than Lena, blonde hair and is in good shape. She also has high tolerance against the cold since she was wearing nothing more than a military singlet and shorts, attire that caught Lena's eyes.
Just as Lena dropped her hand, the Captain pulled her into a hug, tight. It was so sudden that all Lena could do was to awkwardly pat her in the back.
"Thank you Tracer… You have no idea what this means to me" the Captain whispered into Lena's ear, making her shiver.
In this moment, Lena felt as if she melted away to another place. A long forgotten world that was simpler, more peaceful. It has been a while since she was physically close to anyone and for someone to share their warmth with her in this cold world was… Peaceful…
"Err… Sure thing luv"
"I mean it… You're the hero of our times"
"Well I don't know about that" Lena said, feeling very uncomfortable to be so comfortable in another woman's arms, especially when she began stroking her back.
"Let me give you something, to show you my appreciation" she continued, grabbing Lena by the shoulders and looking straight into her eyes.
Everything was going so fast and Lena didn't know what and how to think.
"A drink first!" Lena blurted out accidentally.
"How'd you guess?" the Captain asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"Just a guess" she replied, grinning nervously, embarrassed to misread the situation.
Quillion
"Where's Sombra when you need her" Quillion thought, breathing hard and doubling over at a corner.
Taking a helmet from the storage room that he luckily found when he was looking for the first ladder to go down to the Middle Level, he had successfully made his way down to the entrance of the Bottom Level.
He must've sped through twenty different sections, ladders, and stairs while keeping his adrenaline at high levels the entire time to make himself a blur for the cameras, gambling that whoever is watching would have also been caught up by the superstition of ghosts and that they would choose to ignore it.
Or perhaps it was Sombra's doing, there was no way he could tell, but since there were no alarms raised, he must remain vigilant.
Referring to the map once more, there is only one last flight of stairs to reach the bottom and it was far from his expectation. Thinking that the entrance to the 'haunted' level would be the most heavily guarded, he took great care to reserve his stamina, but saw that he did not need to.
It was a clear hallway and devoid of any cameras.
"A trap?" he thought.
Under other circumstances, he would've sped in, confident that his speed would escape any traps that are set in place, but since they are in a submarine, they can easily trap him by simply shutting a door further down the line. Furthermore, he hates going into an area blind, unlike the Second Level, where the crew would hint to him where each section is, the Bottom is simply non-existent for those above and those who actually worked down there are tight lipped.
Taking a deep breath, he decided on another gamble.
Adjusting his helmet, he simply walked down…
… And was immediately met by the cold.
He stopped halfway down the steps and felt his body drenched in a cold sweat and a hand over his chest. He could almost feel the blade again.
His first reflex was to run, to go back to the Top Level and think of another plan. He would have done so if his other hand was not gripping on the railing, physically anchoring him down on the spot.
"Common Quillion, move" he ordered himself.
Cursing, he bit down on his own tongue hard, using the pain as a distraction before walking on, almost missing the map on the wall.
"Finally"
Pulling out the tracker, he tried to measure the distance he was to where Amelie was and immediately knew where she was being kept. Though it was next to impossible for him to calculate her exact position, the general direction pointed to the "Detention Cells" and the "Captain's Quarters" (which he found strange).
Quickly making the sketch of the Level to avoid the complicated pathways, he walked quickly, hoping that his pace would keep himself warm while not being too quick or slow to be caught by a patrol.
Lena
"What's this all about then?" Lena asked, accepting a beer from the Captain, who pulled it out from under her desk.
"This is a celebration that justice will finally be served"
Lena merely smiled back and tapped her bottle against the Captain's. It has been a while since she had a proper beer.
Then something caught her eye, which she tried to blink away but it persisted.
The objects on the Captain's shelves are moving.
"Something wrong?" the Captain asked, looking back to the shelves that are now completely still.
"Nothing, I think I'm a bit seasick that's all"
"Not surprised, I remember it took me a few weeks to get my sea legs"
Then they fall into conversation. A good one at that.
Lena was surprised to learn that the Captain was not only from London, she enjoys the same brand of beer, active in sports, and even trained to be a pilot, though she never passed the finals.
Furthermore she was also interested in the same genre of music and food.
Then it became tense when she tried to ask for information on how they caught Amelie, wanting to know an uncomfortable amount of details, far exceeding the already mountain of 'backup stories' from Athena.
After three solid minutes of almost interrogation like questioning, Lena finally decided that she could not be on the defensive anymore.
"Why'd you want to know all the details? Isn't it enough that she's been caught?"
The Captain paused for a moment, her expression hardened.
"I was there you know…" she said bitterly, putting her beer down "When Mondatta was murdered"
Lena almost choked on her beer and did her best to pass it as a sneeze, not knowing that the Captain had become blind to this as the horrible memory overtook her perception.
"That night ruined my life… It destroyed many lives… Therefore I must destroy hers in return"
"Err… Well, since she's caught, I suppose that's the end of it"
"No, that is not enough" the Captain said angrily "I've read reports that she is as unfeeling as a machine, I will show her, in the name of the Iris, I will force her to feel again"
"H-How'd you plan to do that?"
"First I'll cut off her feet so she will have no chance to escape… Then I'll tear out her fingers so she will never fire a rifle again, then-"
"Wait! I thought this is a prison! Not some kind of… Torture chamber!"
Anger flashed through the Captain's eyes at her words and she stood up, towering over Lena. She looked like she was about to shout, but she regained her composure.
"Yes, I suppose that was all just wishful thinking" she lied.
Lena was not fooled, she knew that look. It was the bloodthirsty look of revenge that she saw in herself half a year ago.
"Hey… Revenge is-"
"If you're about to preach to me about how it is not the answer or that it won't bring anyone back, be assured, I know that better than anyone" the Captain said in such a way that Lena's skin crawled.
"Then why?"
"You're a hero, so everything is easy for you. You would never understand that us 'normals' do not have the luxury to only do the right thing. Down here, we are only left with the hard things, dirty things"
First Lena was intimidated by her sudden change in presence, then she became angry. Easy? Luxury? Who is she to make such comments? Does she really think that they wanted to be called heroes? Or that being one is smooth sailing?
"It's not easy" she sheeted.
"Excuse me?"
"Do you really think that we never considered revenge before?" Lena spat, her own terrible memories of herself and Quil came roaring back.
"Oh yes, I guess yours is equally as horrible as ours... I bet you didn't do it because you believe that 'people change'?" the Captain replied sarcastically.
Immediately all respect and comradery was gone, as Lena bit her lip.
"I thought so. Down here, the true ugliness of humanity is housed, people do not change here, therefore, drastic measures must be taken"
Lena shook with anger. She had seen people change and Amelie, the most unlikely one amongst them all, was one of them.
"Maybe if you'd spend some time on the surface more than you did down here, you wouldn't be such a slag"
The Captaun opened her mouth to reply, but just as the first word left her lips, a book fell off the shelf, catching both of their attention.
"That ever happened before?" Lena asked, standing up when the Captain shook her head.
Quillion
"For a prison, it's very lightly guarded" Quillion thought, almost tiptoeing his way to the Holding Cells.
Then again, they are sealed away at the bottom of the ocean, so it would make sense that even with a light presence, the prisoners would be crazy to do anything now. Overall this was good for him, for his mental state is pushed to the brink in this cold, memories of the past constantly became a possible trigger to him.
Finally he reached his destination, evident with the dead end and a door to the left, which must be the Captain's Quarters just down the Hall. He wondered if Lena was in there and is at least having a better time than he was.
The other reason why Quillion was confident that he had come to the right corridor was because of the strange sense of dread that emitted from it, almost paralyzing him with fear. As he looked down to the end of the hall, where dim lights illuminated what it could, he thought he could see something beckoning him in, like a siren of the sea.
Whispers and murmurs seeped from it and to him, shocking him at how familiar the voices sounded, but at the same time, filling him with a mixture of comfort and... Rage?
The experience was so tense that he had to pull out his knife with his free hand, bite down on his tongue harder as he approached, focusing hard to keep his emotions in check, which were stretched thin by the cold.
"Just a little bit more…" he thought.
He had no idea what he was going to do or how he was going to break them out or what to do once they were out, but one thing at a time. Now that he has a clear idea how to get here, all he needs to do now is to see what kind of cells that they had to work with.
To his estimate the corridor was no more than a couple of hundred feet, but it felt like a mile. The constant strain that this journey had on him both physically and mentally has left him exhausted, so he hoped that after he gathered information about the Cells, Sombra would be able to work her magic.
Which prompted the question in his mind again. Where is Sombra?
After an eternity, he finally reached the end of the tunnel, where the voices became clear. There were two people talking, both female, and the clearer their voices become, so does his realization.
He knew their voices. Intimately. Intensely.
One of them belonged to Amelie, while the other…
"No… It's not possible" he thought desperately.
With only an option to know the truth, he turned the corner, and when his eyes adjusted to the lights, he gasped at who he saw, and felt his knife slipped past his numb fingers.