Tangier. 8 hours later."You in position yet?"
"Yeah. I hope to hell you know how to do things the quiet way, Gabe. Theres a real mess of these fuckers down there and I'd rather avoid tearing the walls down."
Gabriel stayed silent for a moment. Jack heard what he figured was the death rattle of a guard in the West tower of the compound over his earpiece, before the reply back. "Get in, find out what we can, get out and avoid a small battle while we're doing it. Gotcha."
Jack flicked himself over the perimeter wall, landing in cover behind a stack of crates. This base appeared to be a forward logistics centre, perfectly located to strike into Europe. Perfect, Sombra had noted, for all your warring needs.A pair of guards wandered along the gantry, above Jack's head. He heard the familiar whooshing above him of his former commander and friend doing what he loved: stifling the lives of his enemies. He heard the bodies strike the metal plating above him. "All clear up top. Let's move in closer for a better view."
As he moved up onto the now-cleared gantry, it struck Jack how much he missed working alongside Gabriel. He knew every blindspot, every movement down to its last.
The gantry gave way to a warehouse, one of the largest in the area. A quick scan with the Tac-Visor revealed what lurked in the dimness.
"Gabe, I count fifteen targets in there. One of them looks to be in charge, so we'll take him alive."
"For now." Gabriel never did like having to take prisoners. Despite Blackwatch's infamy for torturing prisoners, Gabriel's personal mantra was 'Take only intel, leave only bodies.' Still, he understood the reasoning: kill everyone inside, and they'd be no closer to success; take the commander alive, and lean on him slightly,
and they'd have enough information to continue chasing down their respective comrades.
Just before they jumped into the black, Jack stopped. "Hold up, there's an alarm system. I don't know about you but fifteen assholes is enough for one assault."
"Got it. Give me a moment."
He followed the black plume that was Reaper move swiftly up to the antenna, before grabbing hold of the power console and tearing it from the array. The lights on the tips of the array went dark, as Gabriel lifted the console above his head. "Let's see if they can catch."
With that, he launched the box at a group of five Advocates. The look of confusion followed by horror, as they first heard and then saw this metal pbject falling toward them was priceless, as it flattened them.
"Go!"
With that, the pair jumped into the main warehouse- now pitched into darkness, as the removal of the console for the antenna had also shorted the local systems- and set about converting ten remaining Advocates to nine corpses and a terrified commander. Even without using their weapons, the pair avoided any injury. They could see in the dark, whereas their adversaries had forgotten their night vision. What a pity.
After the last body had hit the floor, they glanced up, to see the Advocate commander running blindly along the gantry.
"He's mine." Uttered Gabriel over the earpiece, before drifting up into the path of the runner. The commander's eyes opened wide as the black-clad figure, with his infamous white mask, appeared from nowhere in front of him.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
With that, he took one swipe at the terrified commander, knocking him out cold.
One hour later.
The commander awoke, hands tied to a crane jib, toes barely touching the floor. "Hello, asshole."
He paled as he saw who he was faced with. Reaper and Soldier 76? I'm for it now."Okay, okay, I'll talk! I'll give you whatever you want, just please, don't hurt me!"
Gabriel and Jack both laughed. This was a damnsight easier than expected. Shame, too: even Jack was in the mood for a little questioning, Blackwatch style. He fancied doing to this guy what this guy's friends had no doubt done to Tracer and Widowmaker.
"Alright: where the fuck have your friends taken Widowmaker and Tracer? Start talking, or start feeling your leg bones snap."
"I don't know anything about that! All I know is where some of the cells are!"
"Ok then. WHERE?"
"T-theres one in Lagos a-a-and another in Romania, j-just outside Cluj-napoca! Pleeae! That's all I know! Do-"
His sentence was cut short by a fist across the side of the head, once again knocking him out cold. Jack glanced at Gabriel. "Not worth a bullet, was he?"
"Hell no!"
As they finished rigging the warehouse to blow- probably the greatest firework display Tangier would see, given the munitions in there- and turned to go, Gabriel felt one question couldn't stay unanswered.
"You know they'll be torturing them, right?"
Jack winced, thinking of the torment the pair must be going through. He didn't know how or why, but he even sympathized with Widowmaker's probable condition.
"Of course."
"Widowmaker's been trained to resist that for weeks at a time," he paused, contemplating his next statement. "I don't know if Tracer will stand it. These are some pretty deranged fuckers they're in the hands of."
Jack paused, as they stood on a rooftop outside the wall. "She'll be alright: she did survival and RTI courses as a pilot. Besides: I've had her do refresher training now and again; that, and I taught her three simple rules to help her stay focused."
"Three rules?"
"Yeah. One..."
