Revelations
Credenhill- United Kingdom
Captain Jameson was looking over a holographic table, along with Buck and a small group of SAS troopers. They were currently going through all the recent intelligence that had been collected regarding Talon.
"So." Buck began, placing his fingers on the table and expanding an image of the Vishkar tower. "We find a cargo ship being used by Talon that's registered to Vishkar. Next thing we know, their main headquarters gets attacked. Big coincidence if you ask me."
"Talon obviously has links to Vishkar, this attack was aimed to make us think otherwise." Jameson stated, gaining nods from the other soldiers. "The problem is that we lack any concrete evidence. We need hard proof."
"Well, MI6 and the CIA looked into the destination of the cargo ship. It was heading towards Boston. Some time after the attack in Egypt, a criminal gang was completely wiped out and a man found tied to a chair in front of a camera. When they looked into who he was, it turned out he was Talon." Buck explained, bringing the pictures provided into view on the screen.
"That's interesting. Any idea who took out the gang?" Another trooper asked.
"Intel's a bit sketchy, though a CCTV camera managed to capture this..."
Buck brought up a picture from a camera. It was slightly blurred due to the darkness, however the group could make out a glowing red visor.
"The one man army himself. Soldier 76." Jameson commented. "Doesn't take a genius to work out what happened. Do we have anything from the Vishkar headquarters?"
"A few things." Buck began, bringing up a file that had been passed on from India. "Everyone in the building at the time was gunned down, apart from two people. One, Sanjay Korpol, was thrown out the window from the top floor. The other, Satya Vaswani, is missing. So far she's the only possible survivor." Their pictures appeared shortly afterwards, taking priority over all the others.
"Have the Americans found anything else regarding Boston?" Jameson asked, beginning to form a connection in his head.
"They're still looking into it, currently trying to work out where the cargo was going once it reached Boston."
"I believe we have two leads to follow then. The cargo ship heading to Boston must of been transporting to a Talon facility hidden somewhere in the States. That needs to be found ASAP, hopefully the Americans find something. Also, I believe Miss Vaswani has been taken by Talon. Maybe she's working with them, maybe not. Either way, find her and I believe we will find our hard evidence."
Overwatch dropship- Near the Italy- Switzerland border
Ana stood looking out of the open doors, her rifle in hand as she scanned the environment. She looked through her scope, searching for any sign of a Talon base. Morrison was walking between the controls and the door, helping Ana while making sure the autopilot kept them on course.
As Morrison walked back towards the doors, Ana cursed to herself. "Where is that base?"
"We'll find it Ana."
"I'm so close Jack. I need to find her..." Ana trailed off, looking up towards Morrison and seeing him wearing his Tactical Visor. He was clearly using it to scan the environment. She just hoped it helped.
Morrison put a reassuring hand on Ana's shoulder. "We will find her. I promise you. There's three dropships looking for this place, with Athena operating each one. One of us will find that base."
Ana breathed out heavily. "What if we're too late..."
"Don't think like that."
"But what if we are Jack? I'd never be able to take that shot. What if she's gone..." Ana couldn't help but think of the worst case scenario. Amelie was once her friend and she hesitated to fire then. If her own daughter was now a tool for Talon, it would break her heart and likely kill her in the process.
"Then we get her back. Whatever it takes. I made you a promise. I won't break it."
Ana lowered her rifle and moved over to Morrison. He was too busy searching to notice her do this, so he was slightly surprised when Ana hugged him. He moved one arm, hugging her back.
"Thank you Jack."
Morrison didn't respond. At first Ana thought he was too busy concentrating however, this thought was quickly dismissed when he next spoke up.
"Ana, give me your rifle." His visor had found something, a target symbol appearing to signify where to look. Ana gave him the sniper and he took off his visor, looking through the scope at the exact same location.
"What is it?" Ana asked, hoping that he'd seen something. At this point she would take anything, no matter how small.
"Smoke. There's a small amount of smoke rising up from the floor. Athena, send the ship in that direction." Morrison lowered the rifle, handing it back to Ana as he pointed towards the location.
The ship turned, Athena able to see where Morrison was directing her thanks to an onboard camera. Once it flew over the area, they saw a small metal structure that they guessed was some sort of base. It was very well hidden, blending in to its surroundings. It was only noticeable thanks to the small amount of smoke coming out of one of the vents.
"Nice find." Ana stated, patting Morrison on the back.
"I only saw it due to the smoke and that can't be a good sign... Athena drop us off, then find a place to land." Jack said as he put his visor back on and moved over to pick up his rifle.
The dropship lowered to the ground, letting Morrison and Ana jump off. Once they were on the ground, the ships doors closed and it moved off to find a suitable landing zone.
Ana was filled with hope as they walked towards the facility. This hope quickly vanished once they reached the main entrance. Bodies were lying around all over the area and the facility's doors had been ripped off. There was more smoke coming from several vents and part of the ground was open, revealing that there was a metal door below their feet.
The two soldiers stopped once they reached the door, Morrison checking a couple of the bodies for any life signs. "They've been dead a while, gunshots by the looks of it. Though some of them look like they were beaten to death first."
Ana couldn't believe it. The base was wrecked and it seemed like everyone related to Talon had been killed. "What happened here?" The reply didn't come from who she expected.
"I've been working that out for at least an hour now."
The two soldiers spun around, aiming their weapons at Reaper, who was standing with his arms folded. They both noted that Reaper hadn't fired at them yet. He hadn't even pulled out a weapon.
"Reyes."
"Boy Scout."
Morrison and Reyes stared down each other, neither able to make out the others face due to their masks. After a few uncomfortable moments, Morrison broke the silence.
"Since you haven't tried to kill us, I assume you want something."
Reaper didn't move, considering his next move. He was still very suspicious that Doomfist and Moira hadn't told him something. His suspicions only increased when he found out about a second VIP prisoner. His curiosity had taken over and he was resisting the urge to kill his former friends. Eventually, he spoke, deciding what to do.
"You're searching for Mercy I'm guessing?" He asked.
"Her and someone else." Morrison replied, keeping his rifle aimed at Reaper. Something wasn't right, Reyes would have normally fired at the sight of them. "I'll spare you the details, since you already know."
"Someone else? Who else is that important that you two came to rescue them?"
"Don't you dare Reyes." Reaper turned his head to face Ana, who glared at him with nothing but anger. "Don't you dare dismiss her as unimportant."
"Dismiss her? Who on earth are you talking about? Mercy was the only Overwatch agent taken."
Morrison began to lower his weapon, realising that Reyes wasn't lying for once. "You really don't know, do you?"
"Apparently not."
"When Talon took Angela, they took another person as well. They took Fareeha."
Reaper turned away from the other two, deeply troubled by this new information. "So, that's what they weren't telling me..." He knew her as a child, since she was always around the base when Ana was in.
"Why does this bother you?" Ana asked, not fully convinced Reyes didn't actually know. "You hate all of us, why do you care who ends up hurt?"
"I told them not to harm her."
"Yeah right. Like you care about her." Ana's sarcastic reply caused Reaper to turn around and walk over to her. He slowly reached up and removed his mask, showing her his face.
"I'm being serious. Talon wanted to take her a long time ago because they knew it would get to Overwatch. I very clearly told them no. When you returned from the dead, Moira suggested taking her again and, once again, I said no."
Ana stared into the eyes of her fallen friend. She could see that he was telling the truth. "Why? Why did you protect her?"
Reaper placed his mask back on but remained exactly where he was. "She wasn't a threat. She wasn't part of Overwatch and Talon didn't need her."
Ana and Morrison both suspected that there was another reason but they both knew Reyes wouldn't tell them. Morrison decided to move on, still focused on finding Angela and Fareeha.
"Where are they Reyes?"
Reaper now walked away from Ana, once again turning his back to the other two soldiers. "I don't know. I came to work out what happened here."
"So what happened?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
Reaper considered his reply carefully. He didn't know if Jack and Ana could be trusted. "Someone betrayed Talon, some hero wannabe. They broke out all the prisoners..."
"For gods sake." Morrison grumbled, clearly annoyed by what he knew was a lie. "Reyes, for one in your life, TELL ME THE TRUTH! What is going on?"
"FINE!" Reyes shouted in return, twisting his body to face Morrison. He knew he needed help in this situation. Besides, the truth would come out sooner or later, he might as well be the one who told them. He just hoped that they could be trusted. "It's Amelie."
Ana now took over, speaking up before Morrison could. "What about her?"
"It's her conditioning... it's breaking down."
"Wait." Morrison interrupted. "You mean... she's remembering?"
Reyes nodded. "Sombra got her out and then she got Angela and Fareeha out. I don't know what she's planning now."
The three of them stood in silence for a few moments. This changed everything. Widowmaker was one of Talon's best agents. If she had gone rogue...
Morrison had one more question on his mind. This man wasn't the Reyes he now knew as Reaper. "Why do you care? You hate everyone, why didn't you just kill her or have her reconditioned?"
Reaper now fully turned himself to face Morrison, walking forward slightly as he pointed straight at him. "You don't know me, stop pretending you do!"
"I thought I knew you! Then you tried to kill me years ago and now want to kill everyone who has anything to do with Overwatch! Why do you think I'm so doubtful of your true intentions?"
"ENOUGH!" Morrison and Reyes immediatly stopped, turning their heads to face Ana. Neither one spoke, waiting for Ana to make the next move. "Clearly there's more going on than each of us know. Answer the question Reyes. Why didn't you make a move to recondition her?"
"Because I didn't want to. I made a promise years ago... I wont break it now."
"Promise? What are you talking about?" Morrison asked, now slightly calmer thanks to Ana.
Reaper turned back around, not giving Morrison an answer. He didn't trust him, not anymore. Eventually, Morrison reached for his visor, taking it off and spoke to his old friend once more.
"Reyes, talk to me. What do you mean you made a promise?"
"You won't understand."
"Then make me understand. We can help her, all of us can. Just tell us what's going on."
Reyes breathed in heavily. Maybe they could help. He turned around to face his old friends, finally willing to tell one of his greatest secrets. "Remember the night Gerard died?"
"Unfortunalty." Morrison replied, remembering the moment he heard the news. "She killed him in his sleep."
"Well, not exactly. I may have left out a few of the details."
Switzerland- Seven years ago
Ever since Amelie had been rescued from Talon, Angela had been insistent she remained at the Swiss headquarters, so that she could check her over for any lasting damage. Gerard on the other hand was equally insistent that she returned home with him, so that she could return to some sort of normality. In the end, they compromised. Gerard and Amelie would stay at his house near the base and Amelie would go in and see Angela every day until she was satisfied.
Reyes was walking up the road towards Gerard's house, wanting to check up on Amelie's progress. He was part of the operation to get her back, so he saw first hand how hard Gerard had worked to find her. Despite getting her back, something still bothered Reyes. When they found her, she didn't seem any worse for wear. On top of that, he felt like the entire effort to get her back was a little too easy, almost like Talon didn't fully try to keep her.
Reyes places these thoughts aside, as he arrived at Gerard's house. It was a small home, one that he used when he was visiting the headquarters and only when he had to. He much preferred living with Amelie in France and only stayed over when he had business that lasted more than a day.
As he walked up and went to ring the doorbell, he noticed that the door was slightly open... and there was a small amount of blood smeared on it.
Reyes immediatly pulled out a weapon, slowly opening the door and scanning the immediate area, checking the corners as he moved through the building.
"Gerard? Amelie? You in?" No answer. They hadn't left yet since the car was still parked outside. Reyes checked the entire lower floor and found nothing out of the ordinary. He slowly moved up the stairs, keeping his weapon held up as he continued to check every corner. Once he checked everywhere else, he reached the main bedroom. As he opened the door, he almost dropped his weapon at what he saw.
"Oh no."
It was Gerard, lying on the bed, surrounded by a pool of blood. His blood. Reyes ran in, throwing his weapon away and checked for a pulse. There wasn't one. Gerard was gone. He analysed the body, seeing one large stab wound. It was obvious what had happened. He hated it when he was right.
Reyes stood up, finding his phone and contacted Jack.
"Morrison here."
"Jack... I need a medical team at Gerard's house."
"What? Why?"
"Gerard's dead."
"Oh god. What about Amelie?"
"Missing. He was stabbed, looks like while he was sleeping... I think we both know what that means."
Morrison let out a very audible breath. "Okay. I'll have a team there soon." Nothing more was said, Reyes ending the call as he looked over Gerard's body. He eventually noticed a tablet in his hand, some blood on the screen. Reyes moved over and picked it up, wiping away the small amount of blood and unlocked it.
He was surprised to find two new documents, last edited a few hours ago. One was a letter... to Amelie. The other was a voice recording addressed to him. Reluctantly, he pressed and it began to play.
"Reyes. I guess you'll have worked out what happened. I need you to do something for me, a dying mans wish if you will." Gerard chuckled slightly, coughing shortly afterwards.
"This is a bad injury and I know I'm not going to make it. Amelie wasn't herself. It was like she was possessed, being told what to do. It had to be Talon, they got to her... I need you to find her and save her... You're the only one that will be willing to do what it takes to get her back... Once you do, make sure she knows this wasn't her fault... Give her the letter that's on this tablet once the time is right.."
Gerard coughed once again, the stab wound clearly overcoming him.
"Please Reyes. Get her back... Help her..."
The recording ended. Reyes began to theorise what had happened. Gerard must of woken up just before Amelie tried to kill him. He obviously couldn't stop her and she escaped. He used his final moments to leave this message and write that note to Amelie.
Reyes took the tablet, hiding it inside his jacket. "I'll get her back. I promise you Gerard."
Present day
Morrison and Ana stood silently, both slightly taken back by this revelation. "After all this time, you're still trying to help her?" Jack asked, not raising his voice.
"I tried to find her before but there wasn't any intel to go off. There was the odd thing here and there but nothing concrete." Reyes explained, also not raising his voice. "In the end, I thought Talon killed her, I couldn't find any sign of her. It wasn't until I joined Talon that I found out she was still alive."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Ana asked.
"I didn't know who I could trust. I suspected that someone was working on the inside against us, so I kept it to myself."
"So all this time, you've been working to get her out?"
"I looked over her files and suspected that the conditioning would break down at some point. I had hoped to fake her death when that time came. Seems Sombra had a different idea."
"So... what now?" Morrison asked.
Reaper thought for a moment. "I hate to admit it... but I think Overwatch are in the best position to help Amelie."
"I'll do what I can." Morrison meant it. He knew Gerard and Amelie, as did Ana. They were not about to let this opportunity escape.
"No! You'll make sure they're safe, both Amelie and Sombra. If either one of them is hurt, I'll make sure you die, slowly and painfully."
"Is it me, or do you actually care about them?"
Reaper ignored the question. "This doesn't change anything between us. We're not friends. Not anymore."
With that Reaper departed, turning into a cloud of black smoke and flying off into the forest. Just as he did this, another Overwatch ship flew over the area. As the ship descended, the doors opened and Tracer jumped out, using her blink to slow her fall. Once she was on the ground, she ran over to Morrison and Ana, slowing down once she saw their faces.
"Where are they?" She asked, her eyes filled with worry.
"We don't know. All we know is that they aren't here." Morrison answered, as DVa flew over in her Meka to join Tracer. The rest waited for the dropship to land before walking over.
A part of Lena was glad that it wasn't the worst. Yet she wanted to find them today. This only meant they were missing for longer. "How do you know that?"
"Inside source."
Tracer raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced as the rest of her team now joined the group, all of them surprised by the damage to the base and the dead soldiers.
"What happened here?" McCree asked, once he'd joined up with the rest of the team.
Morrison didn't reply to the question. "Tracer, take you're team and check the surrounding area. Watch out, Talon may still be around. Me and Ana will search the base to see if we can find any intel."
The two teams separated, Morrison and Ana walking inside the destroyed base, while Lena and her team checked the surrounding area. The two were only a short distance inside when Ana broke the silence.
"Do you think Reyes was telling the truth?"
"For once, I think he was. It doesn't look like anyone's here. As for Amelie..."
"What do we do?" Morrison turned to Ana, both of them stopping near the destroyed command centre door as he considered their options. Thing was, it wasn't an easy decision to make. This was something he didn't understand.
"You knew Gerard the best. It's your call."
Ana thought for a while, signaling to the door to tell Morrison to keep going. It was only after he forced the door open and started to use the main console inside when she spoke again.
"I think I caused this."
Morrison turned his head towards her. "What do you mean?"
"Back in King's Row, I landed a heavy hit on her head. She stumbled and crawled away to cover... I told her that Gerard was a fool to love her... and she responded with emotion. Pure, human emotion."
"Then my next question is extremely important. Do you think she's still in there?"
Ana thought for a few seconds. "After what I saw and what Reyes said... I'm certain she is. If her conditioning has snapped then she's going to be desperate."
"Then we need to find her. If Reyes was telling the truth about Sombra, then I believe that when we find Amelie, we find Fareeha and Angela. Keep this between ourselves for now. I don't know how everyone else will react, or if they'll even listen."
Ana knew what Morrison meant. There was a lot of bad blood between Widowmaker and Overwatch. Tracer saw her assasinate Mondatta. Reinhardt thought she killed one of his best friends. McCree would likely shoot at the first sight of her and Torb wouldn't likely trust her. He needed to find a way to make them all listen and give her a chance.
Switzerland
A small Swiss town near the boarder of Italy was just waking up. No one was walking around the streets, except for the odd person here and there. It was a Sunday, so most people were resting.
Sombra was slowly making her way though the quiet town, Angela and Fareeha following close by. They weren't sure where exactly they were, only that they were somewhere in Switzerland, not far away from the boarder. Sombra was periodically checking the area around them, making sure no one saw them, since Angela and Fareeha hadn't had chance to clean up. That was a bunch of problems she preferred to avoid. Eventually, Sombra noticed a small hotel, which stated that they had rooms available.
"Perfect. Come on."
Sombra checked for any citizens, waving the other two women forward once she was certain it was clear. The three of them ran inside the hotel, which was fortunately empty, apart from one woman who was manning the front desk.
"Can I help you three?" She asked, as Sombra walked up to the desk. Sombra knew she'd seen Angela and Fareeha, so she'd have to persuade her to forget what she'd seen.
"Hey. I need three rooms."
"Are they okay?" The concierge asked, pointing towards Angela and Fareeha, seeing that their clothes were shredded and they were covered in dried blood and dirt.
"Yeah they are." Sombra needed to think quick. Unfortunatly, she didn't have much left. Her brain was barely working and she needed some sleep. "Look, we're on the run from Talon. We need somewhere to lay low, a day or two max, then we'll be gone."
The concierge looked between the three women. "Why don't you..."
"We can't go to the authorities. Look, if you help us out, you'll be well compensated." Sombra began to type on her computer, clicking a few purple buttons before a phone went off. The woman in front of her looked at a message, seeing her bank app reporting a deposit of 2000 euros. This was all the persuasion she needed.
"I'm afraid we only have two rooms left. A single and a double."
"That'll work."
"I need a name for the guestbook."
"It's som..." Sombra stopped herself before she made that mistake, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. She really needed some sleep. "Sophie. Sophie Smith."
Once she had payed, she collected the two room keys and signalled Angela and Fareeha to follow her. They were on the second floor, the two rooms practically opposite each other. Once they reached the rooms, Sombra gave Angela the key to the double, keeping the single for herself.
"I'll drop by later when I've figure out our next move. Right now, I need to rest."
"Are you alright?" Angela asked.
"Yeah. I'm just exhausted. Get yourselves cleaned up and get some rest. I'll bring you some clean clothes later."
"Okay... and Sombra, thank you."
Sombra gave a weak smile, before she opened the door to her room and walked inside. Once she was alone, she instantly activated her computer and set herself an alarm for five hours later. There was an alarm clock in the room but Sombra never trusted them to wake her up. With the alarm set, Sombra stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her underwear on and climbed into the bed. It only took a few seconds for her to fall asleep, the events of the past day taking away all her energy.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Angela and Fareeha were not as quick to fall asleep. They both needed to wash, wanting to finally get rid of the dirt and blood still on them. They weren't even sure where they were or how long they'd been captive, only that they were free now.
As Angela opened the door to the bathroom, she saw everything they needed, a sink and a medium sized shower, along with some shampoo and a bottle of shower gel.
"We're in luck. There actually is a shower." She joked, gaining a small chuckle from Fareeha.
"Well this place already has a better rating than the last one." Fareeha returned. "You can get the first shower."
Angela didn't take a shower just yet though. She had something on her mind, something that she needed to know. "Fareeha, can we talk a moment?"
"Um, sure. What's up?"
Angela sat down on the bed, Fareeha sitting next to her. They just sat for a few seconds, before Angela plucked up the courage to ask.
"Back at that base, just before we were separated, you were going to tell me something. What was it?"
Fareeha began to blush, looking down and avoiding eye contact. Despite her being a trained soldier, she was never good with emotions.
"Oh, it was just a spur of the moment thing. Nothing to worry about."
"Faree please, I need to know. What were you going to say?"
"It wasn't important. Seriously, it was nothing." Fareeha went to stand up, only for Angela to stop her.
Angela took ahold of Fareeha's hands, not letting her escape. "Faree, we've been friends for years. You can tell me anything. I know it was important because you thought you'd never be able to tell me again. Please, Just tell me."
Angela gave her a smile, one that Fareeha was never able to say no to. She took a deep breath. This was it, she had to tell her how she felt. She looked up straight into her eyes, hoping that the words came to her.
"Okay. I never wanted to tell you this way. I always wanted to plan it out first."
She took another breath.
"Ang, you've been there for me for years now. When I thought my mother died, when she returned and whenever I needed help. You're my best friend and it's taken me so long to realise how I truly felt about you. It was only after we were captured that I realised I needed to tell you. So here it is. Angela... I love you."
Fareeha couldn't believe she'd just said that. Angela didn't give anything away, the words taking a few moments to sink in. Fareeha meanwhile started to talk again, not sure what Angela was currently thinking.
"I don't know how you feel about me and I understand if there's someone..."
She was silenced as Angela placed a hand on her cheek, never once breaking eye contact. She only said four words. Four words that changed everything.
"I love you too."
The two women leaned in and closed their eyes as their lips met. Fareeha was in disbelief for a few moments, pinching herself to check if this was actually happening. When she realised it was, she placed her hand on Angela's cheek, losing herself in the deep kiss.
After what felt like an eternity, the two slowly pulled away, their heads still touching and their eyes never leaving the others. This moment was perfect, just the two of them.
"Lena's going to love this." Angela joked, causing Fareeha to raise an eyebrow and lean back.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, remember when I said she kept suggesting someone for me?"
"Yeah. Wait. She was suggesting me?"
"Yep. Guess she saw something we didn't." The two simply smiled at each other, before Angela gained a mischievous grin. "Let's see how long we can keep this a secret from her, shall we?"
"Okay, let's see. I wonder how mum will react..."
"I'm sure she'll be happy for you. She always wanted you to meet someone."
"I think she always suspected something. She kept nudging me about it... Anyway, go get a shower, get cleaned up."
Angela stood and walked towards the bathroom. Just as she reached the door, she turned back around, leaning seductively against the doorframe.
"Well I could grab a shower, but what sort of a doctor am I if I don't even check you over for any injuries. Maybe you could check me over as well." Angela winked at Fareeha, slightly surprised she actually said that. She must of picked up something after hearing Lena flirt with Emily.
Fareeha meanwhile smiled, standing up and walking over, stopping just in front of Angela. She understood exactly what Angela meant. "Oh. I might have to take you up on that offer, Doctor Ziegler."
"Then step into my office."
The two kissed once again as Angela lead Fareeha to the shower. They immediately stripped out of their dirty clothing and stepped inside, letting the hot water wash away all the dirt, blood and bad memories. They explored each other's bodies and helped each other wash, neither one taking any steps further. Everything was perfect, just the two of them. They never wanted this to end.
It was thirty minutes later when they emerged from the bathroom. They dried each other off, planting kisses on the other before they climbed into bed. The two lovers cuddled each other, Angela wrapping an arm across Fareeha.
"I love you Faree."
"I love you too Ang."
Five hours later
Sombra was woken up by the alarm on her computer. It wasn't like any normal alarm. This one could only be heard by her, the sound being projected into her head. As she opened her eyes and sat up, she began to take note of the room around her. It wasn't the most impressive hotel room available, a single chair and a desk, as well as a small tv. It was enough for the brief time Sombra wanted to stay here.
She eventually stood up, taking off what was left of her clothing and stepped inside the bathroom, turning on the shower. People were often surprised that she could still shower, all the tech built into her made anyone else think she couldn't. Sombra had made sure that all her cybernetics were waterproof, refusing to spend ages washing in a morning or never being able to swim again.
As she stood in the shower, the water running down her body, she ran her hands through her hair, it sticking to her body as the water soaked it. For Sombra, this felt like a weeks worth of stress was being washed away.
This also gave her an opportunity to stop and think. They had escaped the base but Talon would soon be looking for them. It was very possible they already knew of Sombra's betrayal, so getting to her 'safe house' was now her top priority. Annoyingly, she hadn't been able to create fake documents for Angela and Fareeha, time simply not on her side. Fortunately, she had another way to get all of them there quickly.
She also thought over what Pharah had suggested after they'd escaped, contacting Overwatch. In all honesty, she suspected that Overwatch would get involved in the end. However, she also knew she was right about not contacting them now. Widow was on edge when she left and would likely be more on edge now that she was alone. Bringing in Overwatch now could send her over the tipping point. For now, she needed to be somewhere safe and out of the way, somewhere which could keep her occupied while her conditioning unraveled.
Now her thoughts turned to Widow, wondering how she was doing. Sombra was worried about her, making her run off alone wasn't the way she wanted to get her out. However, there weren't many other options available, especially with how bad her visions were getting.
Sombra opened her computer, something she was able to do while showering thanks to her waterproof cybernetics and searched the web for any trace of Widow being arrested. She let out a large sigh of relief when she found nothing.
Sombra reached for the shower controls and turned the water off, letting the final droplets fall from her. She reached for a towel as she stepped out, wrapping it around her body and drying herself off before stepping in front of the mirror. She reached for the hairdryer, wiping away the condensation and began to dry her hair, trying as best as she could to make it look similar to her normal look.
Once she was satisfied with how her hair looked, Sombra stepped out of the bathroom and got herself dressed, finding her clothes that had been discarded earlier on the nearby chair. With her clothes now on, Sombra opened her computer, contacting one of the many people who owed her a favour. Unfortunatly for them, it wasn't one they wanted to owe.
"Katya Volskaya!" Sombra announced, not getting any response from the woman on the other end of the call. "How are you?"
"What do you want?" Katya grumbled, clearly less than pleased to hear Sombra's voice.
"You need to work on your people skills. I need a ride, in particular a private jet. I know you have one, a very nice one actually, so send it over to the location I'm sending you. I need it in four hours maximum."
Katya didn't answer for a short while, reading the details Sombra just sent her. "Fine, it'll be there within the next few hours."
"Thanks. I'll keep an eye on it." With that, Sombra hung up, not wanting to waste any time. Now she made a list in her head of all the other things she needed to do. Firstly, she needed to get Mercy and Pharah some new clothes, their old ones just too bloody and torn to be used. She also noted to get some food for them and a bit of makeup to cover any injuries they might have. Well, any injuries Pharah might have.
Before all that, Sombra found another contact in her computer. She began the call, blocking her location from anyone who may try to track it and disguising the number as another.
"What?" It was Reaper, clearly annoyed with somebody.
"Sorry, I must have the wrong number." Sombra didn't hang up, the lack of a reply meant Reaper was moving somewhere safer. A few moments later, he spoke.
"What the hell are you playing at? This isn't a game, Sombra. Talon know you betrayed them!"
"Why Gabe? Why did you want her to trust me?" This was an honest question. She still didn't know his motives, even now. She wanted to know if Reaper was a threat or a friend.
"Suppose it doesn't matter now. I wanted to get her out. I needed you because she'd never trust me, I'm far too high up in Talon. I was planning on doing it quietly though, not destroy an entire base in the process!"
"I didn't have any other choice!"
"Fareeha amari. Where is she?" This sudden change in question took Sombra by surprise. Why did he ask that of all things?
"With me. As is Mercy. Why?"
"So, Morrison was telling the truth... Talon's keeping things from me... I think something else is going on. Is Amelie safe?"
"Yes, though I'm not telling you where she is."
"Good, it's better I don't know. One more thing, I assume you still have a back door into Talon's systems?"
"You know me too well Gabe."
"Look for a file in my private folder..."
"The folder you told me not to even look at?" Sombra asked, opening the back door and finding Reaper's private files.
Sombra never dared to look in this folder. Despite everyone knowing almost everything about Reaper, there was one folder which no one opened. The last trooper which did ended up shot in broad daylight, in front of a lot of unsuspecting troopers.
"Yes, That folder. Find a file called 'Blackwatch: operation Retribution.' It will be heavily encrypted and so unreadable."
Sombra found the file instantly, opening it and seeing how heavily encrypted the data was. Not difficult for her. In fact, it was almost like it was encrypted with her in mind.
"Got it. Retribution? that was Venice right?"
"Yes, though the file has nothing to do with it. The name's that to stop people looking at it. Decrypt it and then, when the time is right, give it to Amelie. Reyes out."
"Wait, when will I...?" She was cut off before she could even finish the question.
She copied the file, letting her computer begin its work. Whatever this file was, it must of been important. It was only after she'd left the hotel to find the things she needed when the file finished decrypting. She only scanned through the document, yet she realised immediately how important it truly was.
"Oh..."
Crete, Greece- Two hour later
The Greek island of Crete was always a popular destination for tourists. The weather was good and there was always a lot that could be seen and done on holiday. Widow was rather surprised when Sombra gave her an address here. However, what surprised her more was the house that the taxi was now pulling up in front of.
Once she arrived at the airport, Widow had flagged down a taxi and shown the driver the address. After a bit of a drive, she arrived in an area near Agia Marina, just away from the large amounts of tourists.
She expected to be dropped off in front of a smaller house, one that Sombra used when she needed to stay under the radar. However, the taxi turned and began to climb up a steep hill. Once they finally stopped, Widow was sitting in front of a villa, complete with its own private garden, pool and fenced off from the outside world.
She doubled checked the address before she payed the driver, leaving a generous tip and letting him go about his business. She rummaged through her handbag, which now containing all the information Sombra had given her and located a set of keys as well as a piece of paper with a code written on it. She guessed this was the code to the gate and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at it.
1,2,3,5. "Only Sombra." She thought, as she opened the gate and dragged her suitcase up towards the building. The villa itself was painted white and the fence had a large hedge that had been left to grow, keeping the villa private from anyone who happened to walk by.
Once inside, Widow couldn't help but look around, opening cupboards and checking every part of the house. There was a large tv and the villa itself must of cost a lot to buy. "How did Sombra get this?"
She never bothered to dwell on the question, simply deciding to ask Sombra when she next saw her. She suspected that would be soon, after all, Sombra said she needed to escape herself. Picking up her suitcase, she carried it upstairs and found the main bedroom, placing the case down and unzipping it.
The first thing that was taken out was her rifle, being placed on a counter nearby. Next was her thermal goggles and then her original outfit, being hung up in a nearby wardrobe. Widow hadn't payed much mind to anything else that had been packed inside, far to busy trying to get here in the first place. Now she could see what was inside. There were a small amount of clothes and shoes that were all her exact size, as well as some sun cream and... a blue bikini.
Widow found herself rolling her eyes again. "Oh for... Very funny Sombra."
For the next twenty minutes, Widow found herself placing clothes in the wardrobe before walking back down the stairs and heading for the kitchen. She looked inside the fridge, freezer and cupboards, quickly realising that she needed to go shopping since there was absolutely nothing in. She decided to go now, since she still had her makeup on and so wouldn't need to reapply it. One long list later and Widow was walking out of the villa, locking up and heading towards a nearby supermarket she saw on her way here.
She planned to just lay low for a while, make herself some food and then get some sleep. Hopefully Sombra would arrive soon. She knew she'd need the support while her conditioning fell apart.