Date Night
Watchpoint Gibraltar
When Sombra arrived at the mess hall, she saw that a single table had been surrounded by the rest of the agents. Everyone seemed to be here, apart from Lena, who was currently talking with Widow. Even Winston and Ana were here, taking a break from the makeshift control room that was Winston's lab. The only one not directly at the table was the Bastion, who sat further away but still observed what was happening. On the one side of the table sat DVa, while the other sat Morrison, each holding a handheld game console.
Morrison had spent some time learning one of DVa's strategy games, since the two had agreed to play some time ago. After he'd learnt the basics and formulated his own way of playing, he informed DVa that he was ready for her challenge.
"What's going on?" Sombra asked McCree, as she walked over to the table everyone was huddled around.
"Commander's about to get his ass handed to him, that's what." McCree confidently replied.
"You have that little faith in me McCree?"
"No offence Morrison but she's the best gamer in the world. You on the other hand started playing less than a week ago. The odds aren't exactly in your favour."
"Never know McCree." Lena interrupted, as she entered the mess hall and joined the rest of the agents. "Maybe he'll surprise you."
McCree just shook his head. "Yeah, maybe he'll last more than ten minutes."
"Ten bucks says you're wrong." Sombra said, challenging McCree to a friendly wager.
"Done." McCree replied, not even hesitating for a moment with his reply. After all, he needed to regain some of the money he lost on an earlier wager.
After everyone grabbed what they wanted from the kitchen area, mostly drinks and snacks for the time being, DVa set up the game and made sure that Morrison was ready. With a simple nod of his head, the game began.
The aim of the game was simple. Destroy all enemy bases to win. They could build three types of units, ground, air and infantry. There was also a specialist unit and an ultra unit, which was one of the most powerful that could be deployed. Due to the type of match this was, no one was expecting either to produce an ultra unit.
Some ground rules had been layed down for for the spectators. No one was allowed to give away what either player was doing and no one was allowed to give their opinion on what either should do. It was DVa versus Morrison after all, not two teams of Overwatch agents.
The two began as everyone expected, quickly building up their first base and producing units for their armies. However, it was DVa who moved her forces first, claiming a second base a minute later and beginning to build it up. Morrison on the other hand was moving at a slower pace, preferring to build up his forces first before moving out to the second base.
Lena recognised the map they were playing on, thanks to the few games she'd played agaisnt Hana. It had five locations for bases, including the two starting bases and each one had a small amount of AI controlled forces which occupied the location. They had to be cleared out and a building had to be destroyed before the base could be built. Lena took a walk around the table to see what each player was doing. It was clear from her strategy that Hana was taking risks, producing units as quickly as possible and only having one primary base that produced her units. Morrison on the other hand was moving slower, fortifying his bases and preparing for a longer fight, while creating more units at both his bases.
After five minutes, the two players met in the middle of the map. DVa went for her third base first, clearing out the AI controlled forces with ease. However, as soon as she began claiming the base site, Morrison moved in and the fight began.
Morrison had clearly been practicing, as the fight was not as one sided as some people thought it would be. Both players lost units but in the end, DVa had the upper hand, anticipating what Morrison would do. She won the fight and claimed her third base, setting it up as quickly as possible and then pushing forward to Morrison's nearest base. However, it quickly became apparent that Morrison had pushed his forces forward to slow DVa down, giving him the chance to build up his defences. The attacking force was not enough to destroy the base and DVa had no choice but to fall back to build up her forces again. This gave Morrison the time he needed to rebuild his army.
"That's ten minutes." Sombra announced, prompting a sigh from McCree.
"A deal's a deal." He reluctantly reached into his pocket and passed over some money.
Meanwhile, DVa had reinforced her army and pushed forward, attacking Morrison's secondary base again. It had been well fortified, with a number of upgrades and turrets. It took DVa some time to weaken the base, having to destroy the turrets first before she could focus on the base itself. However, Morrison wasn't prepared to lose this base so easily and he moved his forces into play. The two armies clashed, both sides taking heavy losses. In the end, both ended up down to their infantry units and DVa was once again forced to withdraw.
Despite that fact that she'd failed to destroy the base twice now, DVa's aggressive strategy was working. She was whittling down her opponent bit by bit. However, Morrison's defensive strategy was slowing her down a lot, giving him time to produce better units.
Both players now began building their armies up again, this time making their specialist units as well. These units gave pre-selected bonuses to the other forces around them. DVa had selected an offence buff, while Morrison had selected a defensive buff.
At this point, Widow joined everyone in the mess hall, walking over to the table and standing next to Sombra and Lena. She already knew what was happening, thanks to Lena mentioning it to her earlier.
"Who's winning?" She asked Sombra, as Lena began a second journey around the table.
"At the moment, she is. Though he's not doing too bad."
After a short time, DVa pushed forward once more, attacking Morrison's base again. Some repairs had been done, yet there was still damage remaining. The battle was long, with both sides gaining the upper hand at one point. In the end, the tide began to turn in DVa's favour once again and Morrison began to fall his forces back.
DVa's ignored the retreating enemy forces, instead focusing on the now defenceless base. It soon fell and DVa waited the mandatory fifteen seconds before she began claiming her fourth base. It now seemed as if DVa was on her way to another victory, feeling slightly disappointed that the game, while challenging at times, had been quite simple in reality.
"Base under attack!"
The alert from the game took DVa completely by surprise. The alert showed that something was attacking her primary base. When she moved back to see what it was, she was completely shocked at what she saw.
At her main base was an ultra unit, Morrison's ultra unit to be precise and it was making quick work of destroying the base. DVa was forced to fall back, desperately trying to get back to her primary base in time. Yet it was no use. She was too far away and the ultra unit was able to destroy the base before her forces could return.
On top of that, Morrison pressed his advantage, moving the remainder of his original army forward again and destroying DVa's recently claimed base. Now she had no choice but to start re-organising one of her other bases, trying to produce units as quickly as possible. However, the tide of battle had turned against her and Morrison's ultra unit soon appeared at its second target, her secondary base and destroyed it with very little opposition.
Now DVa had only one base left and simply could not produce enough units quick enough. She was surrounded by Morrison's army on one side and his ultra unit on the other. She put up a good fight, yet it was no use. The remaining units she had soon fell and the base was destroyed soon after.
Morrison couldn't help but chuckle as everyone, including DVa, was left stunned by the result.
"Well. Now I've seen everything." Torb muttered, still shocked by the unexpected result.
DVa looked over the endgame results, seeing exactly what Morrison had done. He'd kept her occupied long enough so that she didn't notice he'd deployed an ultra unit. He'd managed to sneak it past her forces, which was a difficult task in itself and, once she'd taken all but one of his bases, he made it attack her primary base. That, along with her aggressive strategy, meant that she had no way of stopping it.
"Nicely done." She admitted, standing and offering a handshake, a gesture Morrison accepted. "Not often I'm taken by surprise like that."
"I still have a few tricks up my sleeves." He said, stepping away from the table slightly.
"You've played before, haven't you?"
"Not this game, though I did play quite a bit before I joined the military. Next time, try not to be too aggressive. You left your bases practically undefended."
DVa folded her arms. "I'll be sure to do that."
The group of agents began to separate, each one moving to a different table before deciding what to eat. Genji and Hanzo took one table, Genji waving over the Bastion to join them, which it did. Mei sat down with Hana and Lucio and they were soon joined by Brigitte. McCree, Reinhardt and Torb took a moment to congratulate Morrison on his victory, Reinhardt making fun of McCree and Torb for their lack of faith in him. They then sat with Morrison, Ana and Winston and ending up talking about old times.
"That game looked familiar..." Widow said to Sombra, as they joined Lena on another table.
"Probably because you've seen me playing it before." Sombra replied, opening up her computer and showing Widow the game in question.
"You have games on that thing?" Lena asked.
"Of course I do. Talon didn't have much in the way of entertainment at their bases. Well, other than reading through every secret file they had."
"Watch out, if Hana realises she'll definitely ask you to play against her."
Sombra shrugged. "I probably would if I'm honest."
Widow turned to Sombra. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Would you really like me to answer that?"
"Oh come on, I wouldn't cheat."
Widow raised an eyebrow. "What was it you said to me? Oh that's right. Where's the fun in playing fair?"
"That was a completely different situation."
Widow simply shook her head, chuckling as she stood up. "No it wasn't. I'm going to go make myself something. Want me to bring you anything?"
"Surprise me."
"So an empty plate."
Sombra rolled her eyes, while Lena couldn't help but giggle. "Surprise me with something nice."
"Okay. What about you Lena?"
"Oh, don't worry about me luv. I'll make myself something later."
Widow nodded and began walking to the kitchen area, stopping briefly to speak to Ana. Once she was away, Sombra turned to Lena.
"She's picking up your jokey attitude."
"Better than picking up a grumpy attitude."
Sombra smiled. "Suppose it is... Lena, mind if I ask you something?"
"Sure. What's up?"
Sombra paused for a brief moment before replying. "Have you noticed if Amelie's been acting a bit... strange recently?"
"What do you mean strange?"
"When we were out today, she asked me a few questions that were rather... specific."
"Maybe she just wants to get to know you more."
"Maybe, though I think she's up to something. Did she mention anything when you went to see her earlier?"
"No, nothing."
Sombra was very suspicious that Lena wasn't telling her something. She knew that Widow trusted Lena and would open up to her.
"What did you want to talk to her about earlier then?" Sombra asked Lena, remebering full well the reason Widow had told her earlier.
"Oh, I just wanted to make sure she was settling in okay."
"Really? She said you wanted to see what she'd bought."
"Yeah, I did. I'm nosy like that."
"Did you like that blue dress she got?"
"Yeah, it looked good."
"Did it? Strange, Amelie didn't buy a blue dress."
Lena began to stumble, realising that Sombra was on to her. "Um... did you say blue? I thought you said black."
"What are you hiding?"
Lena sighed, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure Widow wasn't on her way back. "Promise not to tell Amelie I said this."
"Is it serious?"
"No no, nothing like that..." Lena wondered how best to explain this to Sombra. "She's been thinking recently... about how she feels..."
When Lena went silent, Sombra pushed her for an explanation.
"Okay. So why is she keeping it a secret from me?" She asked.
"How she feels... about you?"
"Wait. You mean..?"
"Yeah. She likes you."
Sombra leaned back, placing her chin in a hand as she thought over what she'd just been told. Her earlier suspicion was correct. Now the question was how to proceed.
"I'm guessing you don't feel the same?" Lena cautiously asked, not quite sure what to make of Sombra's reaction.
"I... after everything that's happened to her, I can't." Sombra replied, checking to see if Widow was returning and looking back to Lena when she didn't see her.
"Why not? If you feel the same way, why not tell her?"
Sombra stopped to think. "She's been through a lot. First being kidnapped by Talon, then losing her memories and being conditioned into an assassin. Now she just got those memories back and she's trying to rebuild her life... I can't help but feel like I'd be taking advantage of her."
There was one more thing that Sombra didn't reveal. Reaper. He trusted her to look after Widow, to keep her safe and out of Talon's hands. She had no idea how he'd react if they ended up together. Maybe he'd be okay with it, or maybe he'd be furious at her.
"What? Of course you're not taking advantage of her." Lena quickly said, taking hold of one of Sombra's hands. "I'm betting you've known her for quite some time now and Amelie clearly trusts you. So just talk to her about it. Trust me, she'll understand."
Sombra didn't respond, letting out an audible breath before replying. "I... I don't know."
"Okay. So how do you feel about her? Is there any chemistry between the two of you?"
Sombra sat and thought deeply over Lena's questions. She didn't usually talk about her personal affairs with anyone. It was just the way she was. However, this time was different. She needed to talk this through with someone and clearly Lena was that person.
"Well, I cant deny that Amelie's good looking."
Lena looked at Sombra sceptically. "Just good looking?"
"Fine, she looks amazing. As for chemistry... I know she trusts me and I trust her. I've opened up to her and told her things I've never said to anyone else... but me and her... I don't know if it would even work."
"You won't know unless you try."
Sombra let out another breath. "True, I won't... Why am I telling you all of this?"
Lena simply giggled. "Dunno. People just seem to open up to me. What do you think then? Are you going to talk to her about this?"
"I'll think about it. If anything does happen, I want Amelie to be sure it's what she wants."
Russia- Volskaya Industries
A black car drove up to the entrance of the factory, watched over by a number of security guards. Once the car came to a halt, one guard stepped over to open the door and out stepped Katya Volskaya.
The reason for her return was Zarya. While she was still on her business trip, Zarya had contacted her and informed her that she needed to speak to her urgently, along with a warning that her life could very well be in danger. For that reason, she'd travelled back to the factory and ordered the entire place to be sweeped for intruders before her arrival. Thankfully, the security had found nothing.
"Welcome back, Miss Volskaya." The guard said, as katya left her car.
"Where is sergeant Zaryanova?" She bluntly said, getting straight to the point.
"She's just beyond the entrance."
Katya nodded at the guard, quickly walking inside and finding Zarya. She couldn't help but be slightly unsettled by the sight of the weightlifter holding her weapon.
"Expecting trouble?"
"It never hurts to be prepared, especially when Talon is involved." Zarya said, checking the area around them. "We should head inside."
The two began walking into the factory, heading towards Katya's office. As they walked through the facility, they saw a number of security guards, each one assigned to a particular area. They reached the elevator and, as it began moving upwards, Katya broke the silence.
"So, I assume Sombra told Talon then?" Katya asked, guessing the reason Zarya was so on edge.
"No. She no longer has the information. However, she acted alone and Talon found out that she'd blackmailed you. Now they want to know what she knew." Zarya replied, as the elevator reached its destination and the two continue to head towards Katya's office.
"They don't know?"
"No, Sombra kept the information to herself and now Talon wants to know what it is. They've sent one of their best to accomplish this and I'm here to protect you from them."
"Who did they send?"
Zarya didn't have the chance to reply, as a guard came running up to them. "Ma'am, there's an unknown aircraft flying towards the facility."
Zarya immediately took control of the situation.
"Defensive positions. I will protect Volskaya in her office."
The guard acknowledged Zarya's order, running off while relaying what he'd been told on his radio. Meanwhile, Zarya and Katya ran to the office, quickly getting inside and sealing the doors.
"Who did Talon send?" Katya asked Zarya again, once she'd caught her breath.
"They sent..."
Zarya once again wasn't able to answer, as a black cloud began swirling behind Katya's desk. She moved forward and pushed Katya behind her, as Reaper revealed himself.
Both Reaper and Zarya raised their weapons, Reaper being the faster of the two and fired off a shot. Zarya activated her personal shield, taking the impact from the shotgun and converting it into energy for her weapon. As the shield around her disappeared, Zarya returned fired at Reaper, who turned himself back into black smoke and moved behind Zarya, raising his weapons again and firing at her.
Her shields managed to take the initial few shots and she managed to hit Reaper with her primary fire. However, Reaper wasn't stopping, seemingly unphased by her attack. In the end, Zarya was forced backwards, as her shields failed from the amount of fire she was taking.
She was out of options, with no shields and no where to run for cover. She raised her weapon in front of her, managing to take some of the impact from Reaper's attacks. It still wasn't enough though and Zarya knew she had no other options left. She flung her weapon forward at Reaper, who had to enter wraith form in order to avoid it impacting him.
As Reaper left wraith form, he was now running out of patience. He raised his left shotgun but Zarya ran forward, managing to hit the weapon out of his hand. She raised her fist to attack, aiming for Reaper's face. However, he was quicker, once again entering wraith form and causing Zarya to fall through him. Reaper quickly returned to normal, aiming his other weapon at Zarya's back and firing a single shot. She fell to the floor, groaning slightly due to the pain.
"Pathetic."
For good measure, Reaper put a second shot in Zarya's leg but he didn't bother finishing her off, instead turning and walking towards Katya. She scrambled behind her desk, reaching underneath for a concealed pistol, that she'd hidden there after Sombra's intrusion.
"Don't bother. I already removed the gun."
Katya sighed, placing both hands on her desk and leaning forward slightly. "What do you want?"
Just then, the door to the office opened and two armed guards ran in, alerted by the sound of gunfire. Reaper didn't even bother turning around, raising his weapon and firing at the door, hitting both of the armed guards and killing them. Once the door to the office closed, he threw away his shotgun, returning to his conversation with Katya.
"I assume your glorified puppet filled you in on the details, so I'll keep it short. Sombra found something on you, something that had you doing whatever she told you to do. I want to know what it is and what she wanted in return for not telling anyone."
"So Talon can blackmail me instead?"
Reaper knew his orders. Find out how bad the information that Sombra had on Volskaya was and what Sombra wanted from her, in return for keeping it a secret. However, he didn't need to know what the information was. He had no real loyalty to Talon and Widow and Sombra were now with Overwatch. On top of that, Moira and Doomfist had been lying to him. He would still complete the mission but now he had his own plans, plans that weren't exactly in Talon's best interests.
"Think of it as protection. We protect you from the truth getting out and in turn, you owe us a favour or two."
"Sombra doesn't have the information anymore." Reaper turned to Zarya, who was still on the floor due to her injuries. "Overwatch made her delete it."
Reaper laughed. "Did they? Who's in charge of Overwatch currently? The Monkey or the Boy Scout?"
Zarya didn't answer.
"Perhaps you should consider who's actually calling the shots and then ask yourself if they would really delete that data. I doubt the Boy Scout would willingly give up such a strong bargaining tool."
Zarya remained silent, as he turned back to Katya. He picked up a picture from the desk, knowing exactly what it was and held it up in front of Volskaya.
"Now, I'm not Sombra and I have very different methods at finding out information. I will find out, no matter what I have to do. So save me the trouble and tell me what I want to know. NOW!"
The sudden change in Reaper's tone startled Katya, who jumped back from the desk slightly. She stared at the picture being held by Reaper and then lowered her head.
"Fine. She found out I've been getting my tech from the Omnics."
Reaper let out another laugh. "And if that got out, your entire business falls apart. So, what did Sombra want in return for not telling the world?"
"The same as you. A few favours whenever she wanted them."
"That's it? She didn't want anything else?"
"No."
There was the sound of footsteps from outside, which Reaper knew was a number of guards approaching. Reaper turned around, drawing a new set of weapons while staring down the door.
"What happens now then?" Katya asked, as Reaper stepped towards the office door.
"Talon will be in touch. If you're lucky, perhaps I'll will too. Now, maybe you should get her some medical attention."
Reaper was now standing in front of the office door, waiting for one of the incoming guards to open it. Zarya considered speaking up agaisnt Reaper but decided agaisnt it, believing he might actually finish her off if she pissed him off enough.
After a short moments wait, the door slid open and a group of guards went to step inside. Once they saw Reaper, they all stopped in their tracks, one guard at the back of the group turning and running.
"Any last words?"
The guards raised their weapons, firing desperately at the target in front of them. It was of little use however, as Reaper moved forward, firing his shotguns and leaving a trail of bodies behind him. He dispatched the first group with ease and a second group of guards came into view. They suffered the same fate as the first group, as Reaper entered wraith form, closed the gap between him and the guards and then unleashed hell.
"Looks like it's amateur hour."
With the second group of guards disposed of, Reaper jumped down to the ground, using wraith form to slow his descent and then walking through the rest of the facility. A few more guards attempted to stop him leaving but were soon taken out of the picture. In the end, an order went out to all the remaining guards.
"Do not engage! I repeat, do not engage the intruder! Get to Volskaya!"
Reaper enjoyed a peaceful walk out after that and any guards that he came across quickly got out of his way. Once he'd left the factory, Reaper contacted Doomfist, while making his way towards the dropship's intended landing zone.
"Report."
"The information Sombra has on Volskaya is bad. It'll put her out of business if it gets out. However, I couldn't find out what it was." Reaper replied, being selective with what he told Doomfist.
"No matter, we discovered what we needed to know. I assume Miss Volskaya is willing to co-operate?"
"Didn't give her much of a choice."
"Good. I must say, you accomplished your goal much quicker than I expected Reyes."
"Volskaya returned early. Don't know why."
"How... interesting. In any case, return to base for your next assignment."
"Still don't want me on the Numbani op then?" Reaper asked, almost complaining at the decision.
"Unfortunately no. I have another matter that needs to be handled."
Reaper just grumbled. "Fine. I'll be back as soon as I can."
Gibraltar
Angela and Fareeha walked through the town, arms linked as they headed towards their destination. Angela knew of a restaurant that was quite nice and after a quick chat, the two of them had decided to head there.
After walking a bit further, the two arrived at the restaurant and Fareeha held to door open for Angela as they stepped inside. It was quite fancy looking, with most, if not everyone dressed up. It was also very busy, with a number of people in the dining area and the bar.
"Good evening." Said a woman, who was standing behind a tall table, greeting people as they entered. "Do you have a reservation?"
"I'm afraid not." Angela replied. "Will that be a problem?"
"Not at all. However, it's likely to be at least half an hour before a table is ready. Will that be okay?"
Angela looked to Fareeha, who shrugged her shoulders. "Fine by me. We're in no rush, so it gives us the chance to grab a drink first."
"That'll be fine." Angela said, answering the young woman behind the desk.
"Okay. Can I have a name please."
"Ziegler."
"Very good. Once your table is ready, someone will come and find you. Have a good evening."
Angela thanked her and the two women made their way over to the bar. They were lucky to grab two seats next to the bar, as another couple were called just as they arrived. The bartender came over after a short wait and they both ordered a glass of red wine.
Once they had their drinks, they both lifted up their glasses and gently tapped them together and then took a sip.
"Quite nice." Angela said, approving of their choice.
"Yes, it is. This is a really nice place. Have you been here before?"
"No I haven't. I actually heard about it because of Lena. She brought Emily here when she visited her the once and she said it was very good. So far, I'm in agreement."
Fareeha chuckled to herself. "Now that I think about it, we have quite a bit to thank Lena for."
"What do you mean?" Angela asked, slightly puzzled.
"Well, she kept nudging you with the idea of you and me and was the one who basically made us go on this date."
Angela smiled. "Yeah, suppose we do have a lot to thank her for. I'm glad to have her as a friend."
The two continued to talk about various different topics, including discussions about the other agents. However, most of their conversation was about their lives away from Overwatch. Fareeha spoke about her work at Helix and how her and Ana were getting to know each other again. Angela on the other hand spoke of her medical research and how she hoped her work would save more lives.
Just over half an hour later, a member of the restaurant staff came and found them, informing them that their table was ready. The two stood and followed the waiter to their table, which was situated next to a window and had a single, small candle lit in the middle. Once the two had sat, they ordered another glass of wine each, before looking over the menus.
It didn't take either woman long to decide what they were having and once the waiter returned with their drinks, they were ready to order. Angela ordered herself a spaghetti bolognese, while Fareeha decided on a chicken risotto. The waiter noted down their choices, taking the menus and headed for the kitchen.
As they waited, Fareeha started the next conversation.
"I know I said this earlier but you really do look beautiful tonight Ang."
Angela smirked mischievously. "Oh. What about any other time?"
"Well..." Fareeha trailed off, chuckling when Angela pretended to look offended. "You always look like an angel."
"Why thank you. You look very stunning as well." Angela replied, leaning in and kissing Fareeha. "It's a shame I haven't had the chance to see you dressed up much."
"I don't really get the chance to." Fareeha admitted. "Work takes priority most of the time. It feels nice to just get out and let my hair down."
"If you don't mind me asking, when did you get that dress? I know you didn't already have it at the base..."
"It was when I was out with mom. I think her exact words were 'Faree, you are not going on a date dressed in jeans and a top. You have to make an effort.' To be honest, she did have a point."
Angela couldn't help but laugh. "I can actually imagine her doing that. Who chose the dress in the end?"
"I did. She gave her opinion but said I looked good in multiple ones. In the end, she let me decide."
"How are things between you and your mother? You didn't really say before."
Fareeha thought for a second. "It's... really good actually. I feel like I'm connecting with her again and that I can talk to her about anything... I have my mother back Ang... after all this time, despite everything I thought, she's proud of me. It's the best feeling in the world."
"I'm glad to hear that. I know what finding her meant to you and I can see she's truly sorry for what happened. It's nice to see you two bonding again."
The two waited a short while longer before their food arrived, thanking the waiter once again as he placed their plates down on the table. The food was excellent and neither could find any faults in their dishes. After eating their mains, the two ordered dessert, which were two slices of warm chocolate cake, along with a scoop of ice cream.
The desserts were just as good as the mains, if not better. Once they'd eaten, they sat and listened to the music that the restaurant had playing in the background, while they finished off their drinks. They weren't quite ready to leave just yet, so they decided to pay the bill, agreeing to split the cost between them and then moved back to the bar. It was just after 11:00 when Angela and Fareeha finally left the restaurant, arms once again linked as they began to head back towards the watchpoint.
Under normal circumstances, they'd have to make sure no one saw them heading towards the watchpoint. Recently though, with public opinion of Overwatch changing for the better, people seemed to be taking less and less notice and some even waved at those agents they recognised.
The two walked gently back into the watchpoint and appeared to be the only ones around, which didn't surprise them due to the time. They silently agreed to walk through the base and stop at the cliff, near to Winston's lab. To their surprise they found Genji, who was sat meditating while listening to the ocean.
"Good evening. I trust you two enjoyed yourselves?"
"We did, thank you Genji." Angela replied, wrapping her arm around Fareeha, who did the same in return. "I must say, I'm surprised to see you up so late."
"I come here quite often actually. I enjoy sitting here and listening to the ocean. It's very calming and peaceful at this time of night."
Fareeha looked up at the sky. "And it comes with an amazing view."
"Indeed it does Miss Amari."
"Do you mind if we join you?" Angela asked, sensing that Fareeha also wanted to spend a little time here.
"Not at all."
The two women sat down, wrapping their arms back around each other as they looked up at the night sky.
"By the way, who won that game? Morrison or Hana?" Angela asked, already suspecting who the winner was.
"Morrison did."
"Wait, really?"
Genji chuckled at Angela's response. "Indeed. It was an unexpected result." They sat in silence for a short time, until Genji stood to leave. He wasn't planning on staying out much longer anyway, so decided to leave Angela and Fareeha alone with each other.
"I will let you two enjoy the view. Goodnight."
Genji bowed at Angela and Fareeha, before turning and heading towards his quarters. As he left, Angela snuggled closer to Fareeha, wrapping her other arm around her waist.
"I don't really get chance to just stop and look up at the stars. They're beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you."
The two looked at each other, before leaning in for a kiss.
"I really enjoyed tonight. Thank you Faree." Angela said, giving Fareeha another quick kiss.
"I enjoyed tonight too. Shame it has to come to an end."
"You know, there is one more thing we could do."
Fareeha looked at Angela, not quite sure what she meant. "Oh really? What would that be?"
Angela leaned in, whispering seductively into her ear. "Spend the night with me."
Fareeha was honestly a little suprised that she'd asked her to do that. Yet, it wasn't something she would refuse. "Are you sure? I want you to be certain that it's what you want."
"I've never been more certain about anything. I love you Fareeha."
"I love you too."
The two shared a long kiss, before Fareeha stood up, picking up Angela bridal style and then heading towards her quarters, making sure they keep quiet as they made their way through the base. Once they arrived, Angela found her key and opened the door. Fareeha stepped into the room, closing the door with her foot before placing Angela down on the bed.
It was quite some time before they finally fell to sleep.