Angela and Bridgette disembarked off the plane quickly, Angela feeling Bridgette's excitement bubbling up but her remaining calm. "So, where do we go first?"
"First, we see if the coordinates Widow gave us were accurate."
"Shouldn't we trust our own teammate?"
"She's not our teammate, Bridgette. She happens to be against Talon. It's not the same thing." Bridgette nodded, and Angela led the way to the coordinates, carefully watching for probes or any form of surveillance. There was none, and it disturbed her. *If Sombra is as obsessed with secrets as Gabriel and Widow imply, why would a base, even one that wasn't important, be this unprotected?* They continued on, up a small hill. There was a small village, and Angela frowned. This was the coordinates, but this wasn't a base: it was a town. She frowned, doubling checking. This was it. "Either it was faulty, or Widow had misspoken the directions. Let's find out. Stay close to me: something doesn't seem right about this." Both of them were warmly welcomed, and Angela's concerns washed away. They were very kind, directing them to an inn. But as Angela got more comfortable, Bridgette got more uncomfortable.
"Angela, I don't like this." She stated as they got into the hotel. Angela frowned. What wasn't to like?
"I'm sure it's fine."
"If you say so…" Angela walked up to the desk, where a young man was standing.
"Hello, I was wondering if a Fareeha Amari was staying here?"
"Yes, she was. She left a few days ago." Angela forced a smile, instantly suspicious. Pharah wouldn't have left, not without hearing from someone ordering her to change locations. "Would you like me to ask around for you?"
"Nein, that's alright. We'll find her."
"I insist, ma'am." Angela continued to smile, starting to understand why Bridgette was nervous.
"I'm sure we'll find her. No need to worry yourself. Let's go." He stood up as Angela started to pull Bridgette away.
"She told me the same thing. I'm sure she's dead worried." Angela didn't pause, practically pulling Bridgette out of the suddenly hostile hotel. She heard a gun click. "I'll be sure to introduce you." A gun shot echoed, Angela hearing glass shatter. She didn't feel an impact, but heard a thud from it hitting someone else.
"Move, Angela!" Angela smiled, complying instantly to Pharah's familiar commanding voice.
"I told you-"
"Yes, and I should have trusted you, let's go!" She saw Pharah hovering, then landing in the street.
"Hello, run!" She shouted quickly. Bridgette raised her shield, and all three of them ran. They heard a few gunshots, but Bridgette's shield stopped them from impacting. They quickly left the town behind, and Pharah led them to a shallow cave where a camp was set up. She took a deep breath. "I would have warned you, but they have all radio waves watched. The best way to meet up with you was to watch the hotel."
"That's quite alright. I should have trusted my partner. Amateur action…" Angela groaned.
"It's been several years since you had a partner, Angela. It's fine. I don't think we've met. I'm Pharah." Pharah took off her helmet, and Angela gasped. She'd grown up quite a lot since the last time she had seen her as a young girl who was always being watched by Gabriel, Ana or Jack. She even had a small tattoo of Horus' eye over her own eye, like Ana. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I was just surprised with how much you've grown." Pharah smiled lightly.
"Time does that, Doctor Ziegler. What's your name?" Bridgette looked enthralled, but shook it off, offering a hand.
"Bridgette Lindholm, ma'am. It's awesome to meet you!"
"Oh, Torbjorn's oldest! It's nice to meet you, Bridgette. How is Torbjorn?" Bridgette's smile faltered.
"I don't know. I haven't spoken with most of my family in a few years, other than my sister Julia. Last I heard, he refused to join Overwatch again and called the police on Jack Morrison."
"Oh…" Pharah looked concerned, but nodded in understanding. "To business."
"Of course. I assume you haven't been idle."
"Not at all. Mother taught me better than that. Even when she was 'dead', she was active. That town is a port for Talon goods. All of the citizens are Talon officers, and they are well trained and dangerous. A day ago, they got 30 more citizens, and exported all their stored goods. They knew you were coming, or it was convenient timing for their side." Angela frowned.
"I'm more inclined to say they knew. Did you get the information?"
"About there being 4 children now and Widow and Gabriel being invested parties? Yes."
"It has to be Widow."
"Not necessarily. You have 6 new people there, not just Widow, and you haven't questioned any of them." Angela gulped.
"You don't think that children could…be working with?"
"I don't know, but we can't rule it out. We stay here, gather as much information as we can about this area, and we see what happens when we get back. I already contacted Lena while I was watching the hotel: she's coming back next week." Bridgette sounded nervous.
"I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about. Are you saying that Arach, Mortica, Alice, or Locarno, as well as Widowmaker could be a traitor?"
"As well as Gabriel. Honestly, if they can get to my commander, they can get to anyone." Pharah sighed. "He had about the clearest record you could have."
"Jack thinks they aren't just blackmailing through past deeds. They're threatening family, too." Pharah growled.
"Well, they're going to learn what that leads to. People are willing to do anything to protect their families." Angela nodded. Bridgette frowned, then gasped.
"That means…Dad wasn't blackmailed: they threatened Mom and my siblings then…I have to-" Pharah and Angela grabbed her phone. Angela explained quickly,
"That will put you and them in more risk. The less you attempt to contact, the safer they are."
"…we have to stop them."
"We will, and hopefully no one will get hurt in the process." Angela stated, knowing in her heart that her hope was impossible.