Jameson and Sebastian laughed before the doors opened. The two suits that were behind Sebastian, now entered the diner. Jameson approached them as Sebastian looked at their tags.
Vishkar. Sebastian reached into his hood and grabbed onto the stick inside as he watched Jameson walked towards the two. "Anything I can help you gentlemen with?"
"We're here to examine this town and see if there's anything Vishkar can provide to make this place easier." Sebastian could feel both explainable and unexplainable rage quell within him as he watched the two agents talk to the older man. "There's nothing much that can be done here. I take it that our mayor hasn't agreed to your stupid agreement."
One of the agents clenched their fists as Sebastian took one more sip out of his shake. Things could get bad. "I don't think you understand. We are here to simply help the people. The world can be cruel and we're doing our best to help."
"Brazil would disagree." The agents turned their eyes toward Sebastian as the man kept his hand in his inner pocket. "Excuse me, young man."
"You're excused." Jameson shot him a warning gaze when Sebastian nodded at him. "I'm just saying you haven't had the best attitude when your company's exploits in Brazil were. Lucio's seen to that."
The Vishkar agents were now sweating mad as they took a threatening step toward Sebastian. Their target chuckled and took another sip. "Makes you think. What kind of company gets their kicks employing dictatorship control over the people they "help"." Jameson stepped between him and the agents with his arms held up.
"That's enough. There will be no violence in my store. You two, I ask you to politely leave and excuse him. He's very idealistic, he knows not what he does." The agents backed off and shot one last death glare at Sebastian. He waved them off before Jameson walked back behind the counter. "You stupid bastard. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Garnering a reaction. I thought that was clear."
"Oh it was clear. They wanted to shoot you right between your eyes in a dark alley." He shrugged. "I would've been fine." Sebastian pulled out his item and clicked the button. It expanded into a solid black baton.
Jameson grabbed it out of his hand and waved it in front of him. "This doesn't stop bullets."
Sebastian snatched it back. "It stops the people firing those bullets." Jameson shook his head as Sebastian put his weapon away. "What the new would your girlfriend say if she saw you starting to pick fights from one of the most vicious corporations out there?"
"The boss wouldn't care. She taught me how to fight and defend myself."
"To defend not fight! And how much longer are going to call her the Boss? Sounds like she's got you whipped." Sebastian chuckled. "She won a bet and say I have to keep calling her the boss until she says so. And besides what're the chances they would even do anything to me? Everyone's been looking at Vishkar with a second glance more and more these days."
"Do you even remember the U.N incident?" His head hurt at the mention of that. Perhaps it was just brain freeze as he was drinking his milkshake. He put down the frozen treat and shrugged his shoulders. "Say I don't remember anything that happened in the past few years? What happened?"
Jameson shook his head. He pulled out a holo-screen and pulled up the video of Symmetra. Sebastian felt a wave of emotion wash over him when he looked at her. Though it was hard to pinpoint why. He watched her summon all of her turrets and firing a solid beam of energy right at Roadhog. From what he remembered, those two went underneath Overwatch's care and have become somewhat respected members of the group. Jameson pulled the video down and looked at him.
"That is the reason why. Those bastards have held that over everyone's heads and some believed that they saved the day."
"Wasn't Overwatch blamed for the loss of life that day?" Jameson sighed. "They had an entire team, they sent one agent. A bit easier to hit the more used target. Doesn't matter though, I heard they were doing well."
Sebastian agreed with that sentiment. "So they saved the day once and now we're supposed to overlook it."
"To is in the real world, no. To those with money riding on it, it means the world to them. Look all I'm saying is be careful." Sebastian finished off his shake and put on the counter. "Add it to the tab." Jameson sighed and did that.
"Don't worry about me Jameson. I'll be fine." Sebastian walked out the store and was horribly surprised to see his bike was missing. "Son of..."
He looked up and down the street on to where the bike was. He looked at the parking spot and found tire tracks. "Now how did you take this so quietly?" He pulled out his phone and turned on the fracker. The map showed his location and where the bike was. It was on the move. Near out of town. "Shit, if she finds out, she's going to kill me."
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Burr sat on his bed as Amélie finished her breakfast. "Are you sure that was a good idea?"
"Hm?"
"Making sure Angel got that invitation. You know she wouldn't like it if she realized you were the one that forwarded it to her." He sighed. "Angela's been hung up since the funeral. Yet she's never complained, talked, or acted out. Sure she cried, but that's the best step to get over someone. I just want to help her get over Noah."
"Fareeha's the same case." Burr rubbed the temples of his head when she mentioned that. "Ana helps her. She's letting her mother back in her life and made progress. Angela won't let any of us even make an attempt to get in close. Fareeha's tried as well, but the medic won't cave in."
Two years and the medical field has expanded greatly, but in return for that expansion the friend everyone had was more shut in. Missions were her only outside call and she normally established solo missions. "I just need her to do anything. I've seen what not moving on has done to men. Noah was once like that."
The assassin's ears perked up. "What do you mean by that?"
"Noah only had two people in his life before Overwatch. Me and his mother. Drawn out well enough?" She nodded as Burr continued. "That type of thinking makes you numb and it wasn't until a good amount of years later, I got him to move on. Angela's got years, but they're years spent here. If she doesn't move on then she'll be stuck. None of us wants to be stuck."
"And you think a ball's going to work? Burr that's idiotic." He groaned and fell back onto his bed. "I knnnow. But I can't have her in the base all the time. Besides it's not only to help her. I need her to do a mission for me while she's there."
Amélie nodded. "Vishkar. You've had them on your hit list for some time now."
"Talon was the more immediate threat as they acted as a straightforward terrorists organization. Vishkar's protected under the alias as a business. Overwatch can't confront them directly."
"You know I've killed a few Vishkar executives." He raised a hand to stop her. "Don't. Widowmaker is not someone who wants to disrupt the stalemate we're at with them." She rolled her eyes and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. "So what will we do?"
"Angela's going to find us a weakness. I thought once Talon was done, the scandals Lucio built in Brazil will open Vishkar up. But that hasn't happened because of the U.N." Amélie nodded. "We just need something to take away their credit. Because so far, we've had sources claim their trying to repeat their Brazil expedition. On a more subtle scale. I just...I just don't know what to do with them anymore."
She crawled over and hugged him. "You'll be fine. You've faced much worse. These are just men in suits."
"Yeah, sure. You know I wonder where the cold assassin went? She just scoffed at my struggles. I'm not against the support, I'm just wondering." Amélie let out a small laugh and turned his head. "She's still there, I just rein her in most days."
"If you say so." The two stayed together when Burr kissed her hand.
"Je t'aime Amélie."
"Je t'aime Burr."
They let the moment sink in when Burr looked at her. "I know I called a day off, but don't you have a mission later this afternoon." She glanced at the clock.
12:03 A.M.
"I've got time. Speaking of which." She tackled Burr onto the ground. "Happy Birthday Burr." His eyes widened as he realized it was his birthday. "Is that why you wanted me to stay in?"
Amélie opened her mouth to agree, but she sheepishly shrugged. "If it's any consolation I forgot until after you brought breakfast in." He gave her a blank glare when she leaned in. "I can pay you back for the delicious treat."
"I hope you do or else military rations for a month." She leaned down and gently nibbled on his neck. He shuddered at her skill when she clenched the skin softly in her teeth. "A week?" She hummed approval of that when she continued.
Meanwhile a few hours later, Angela and Fareeha just got off the airport. The two were in casual clothes as Angela walked up to the rental desk and got a key. Fareeha raised an eyebrow. "Angela, what's with the key? I thought you were given an escort?"
"No. I may have accepted their offer, I want to arrive without them watching our every move." Fareeha agreed with that statement. "Besides I don't want them taking my staff."
Fareeha looked at the black suit case Angela held. The Valkyrie suit was easier to move due to the rare material on both durability and flexibility that made it easier to contain plus the staff was the only real thing to carry. Angela had it rolled up and strapped on to her torso.
"You know I could've flown us here."
"I don't want waste resources on this trip. Besides Fareeha it'll be off putting for people to see a drop ship near the event." Once again Fareeha nodded. She went ahead and Angela noticed something poking out her friend's pocket. It looked like a strap. "Fareeha."
"Yeah Angela?"
"Did you bring your own equipment with you?" Fareeha looked confused before looking at her pocket. She blushed hard and shoved it in, but another strap fell out. Angela shook her head and chuckled. "Fareeha, you could've put it in my suitcase with my suit. Here, put it in."
"Uh I don't think so."
"Fareeha."
"I'm serious Angela, it's nothing." Angela reached over and grabbed the loose strap. She pulled it out and found they were frames. Frames of goggles. "Really Fareeha, you brought this? Did the lense accidentally popped out?"
Fareeha grabbed it back. "Please don't snatch it like that. These are No-" She quickly shut her mouth, but Angela caught it. "Those are who's?"
"No-Noah's." There was no point in hiding it. She knew who's frames those were. "Fareeha, how long did-"
"Ever since the funeral. My mother and 76 found it." She said reluctantly. Angela gingerly touched the frame as she remembered all the memories it carried. The subsequent months that she grew feelings and for a brief second shared with. It was almost overwhelming to think about. Fareeha had this the entire time and didn't bother telling her about it. That selfish little-no, she's not that. Perhaps she was holding onto it for her own sakes. Fareeha loved him as well, it would make her a terrible person, a terrible friend if she said anything about this when she's just helping herself. "I'm so sorry Angela, if I knew you wanted to mourn-"
"I've mourned long enough." She handed Fareeha the frame. "It's ok. I'm over it."
"Angela, look I-"
"Fareeha, it's fine. Two years is more than enough time to move on. Besides,,," She looked around and found a group of handsome men and beautiful women. "There's plenty of options out there."
Her companion looked at her with concern as she noticed the pain flashing behind her eyes, "Whatever you say Angela. I'll drive first and bring the car out." Fareeha turned her back on Angela before reaching into her pocket. She pulled out the frames and handed it to her. "Don't forget to put these away." Angela held them in her fingers as Fareeha left.
Once she was alone, Angela couldn't help but wipe a quick tear away. She couldn't believe it. Almost a year spent burying those feelings and it's been undone by a pair of goggles. She looked at it and felt emotions run high. The medic quickly stuffed it in the suitcase and waited outside for Fareeha. The soldier had the car at the ready and the trunk popped open.
"Angela, I got the car ready!" She waved at Fareeha and jogged over there. Fareeha kept waving her down until she found someone looking down on them. It was a man with a black and red hoodie with the hood and red bandanna covering his face. Her instincts kicked in as she tried to find any weapons on him. He seemed clean and was probably a normal civilian yet his purple eyes stood out. They seemed to give off the vibe of immediate danger. When Angela arrived, Fareeha slightly rushed her. "Come on Angela. Let's get going."
"Fareeha it's a going to be awhile till the event. We got time." Fareeha didn't answer her back as she got in the driver's seat and sped away from the airport. The man kept watching them until they vanished. He clicked a button on his ear piece and signalled his overseers. "They left the airport. Dr. Ziegler is armed with her staff and most likely her armor along with being accompanied by Fareeha Amari. Orders?"
"Fareeha Amari? She will pose a problem in the future. Keep an eye on them." They took a moment to think of anything else to say. "And for God sake's don't kill Amari yet Aryt. Ziegler would have Overwatch cut off our heads if they found out. If we are, we'll throw back from the ruins we've saved you from." They cut off connections as Aryt looked at the dot that was their car.
"Overwatch will have our heads if I was a Vishkar agent." He looked at his badge and stored it away. "They won't even get the chance to find out my affiliation."
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"She won't even know. She won't even know, The boss won't know I got my bike stolen and that I was tracking it all day." Sebastian said. "Just find it, beat the crap out of the guys who stole it, bring it home, laugh about it in the morning, and never tell her about it." He has spent hours looking for it and with things how things are going, his phone will probably be dead by the time he managed to get remotely close to it.
"Just get the bike and leave. I'll just leave the thieves alone and-" His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID. He sighed and answered. "Hey boss."
"Do you have any idea how long it's been?"
"Hehe, sorry boss. I'm just taking a detour. I'm on my way right now." He stopped and found several people gathered around a motorcycle. His motorcycle. "Actually something's come up. I'm gonna call you later boss."
"Wai-" He hung up on her as he approached the vehicle. "Hey!" The group looked up and saw Sebastian. "You guys, what the hell are you doing with my bike?"
"Hey man, what'ch you talking about? Those Vishkar agents gave it to us to as a peace offering. Gonna sell it for cash." He looked around and found himself in the poor district. "Look, I know you might want that, but that belongs to me. And I kindly ask that you give it back."
The people looked at him with expressionless faces when one stepped up. "Hey screw you man. I want my meal ticket." He drew out a small knife and Sebastian raised his hands in surrender. "Look I don't want any trouble. I'm just asking for my bike back."
The others rallied behind the first man and drew weapons out. Sebastian then realized they were part of the local gang here. They weren't enough to be considered a real threat, but a low one at that. "Now how bout this. You get out of here and leave us alone. Or we'll paint this bike in your blood."
"That's a serious threat. Can you hold up to it?" Sebastian reached in his inner coat pocket and the gang members reacted. They charged him with their knives glinting in the afternoon sky. Sebastian drew out his baton and hit their hands. They dropped their weapons, but he wasn't done. Rolling into the middle of the group, he smacked each one away from them before grabbing them and flipping them toward the ground. One of them swung their knives and left a red slash on Sebastian. He didn't acknowledge it. Catching one member's arm and twisting it into a pin, he held him still and rendered him immobile.. Another came swinging, but Sebastian pushed his hostage in front and used him as a human shield. He knocked him out before Sebastian hooked his baton around the first guy and rolled off his back. He used his confusion to sweep him off his feet and kicking him in the face.
The others stopped fighting when Sebastian pointed the baton at them. "Stay and end up like them or leave with your pride intact. Your choice." The gang members looked at the other two when Sebastian picked the two people he knocked down and pushed them towards their friends. "I'm still waiting."
The gang members looked at each other before fleeing. Sebastian watched them leave before taking a deep sigh. "I hope she doesn't kill me." He grunted as he grabbed his arm. The knife tip grazed his bicep. Luckily it was a shallow cut. He ignored the sting and got onto his bike. He turned it on and drove through the district. He drove past the old buildings and noticed new cameras that were placed around them. He felt uneasy as the slowly followed his exit.
"Aw crap. This route will make my trip last an hour tops. Better not stop." He twisted the accelerator and increased his speed. He pulled his hood over his head and cloth mask to deal with the wind. He clicked his scouter and tried finding out his latest route.
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The afternoon sun was setting as Fareeha kept on driving. Angela was sleeping next to her when the captain watched the sunset from the side of her mirror. The soldier turned off the radio and just let silence take over. Two years have passed and she sometimes couldn't believe it. As a member of Overwatch missions were always there. They were...a nice escape from most things. Protecting the innocent was always her priority and that hasn't changed. It never will. However at times, when she's alone, Noah would appear in her mind.
More than that, his idea for a normal life came in. His and her mother's dream were correlated. Where no one had to fight, where everyone wasn't fighting over land or ideals. It sounded so good. It was a good idea, yet she couldn't imagine herself doing that. She surrounded by heroes, the people who take the damage, take the strain in an attempt to sustain that normal life. If things were different if Noah had survived, would the idea of a normal life seem more...plausible.
From day one being born inside an Overwatch hospital to her last few day in Helix, Fareeha has been trained by the world's finest warriors, taught by the smartest individuals, and gained the idealistic views of her parental figures, comrades, and soldiers. If anything this was her normal life. This was her territory.
Her territory, not her mother's, not Noah's. They wanted to lay down their arms yet in battle they could be one of the deadliest factors into that. Maybe she hasn't reached that point in her life where laying down her gun seemed acceptable. Besides what could she do once there was retirement?
A desk job? She shook her head in complete disbelief at that notion. She would be Burr only without the secondary job of being a leader. Who would wait for her? Opening the door, feeling the warmth of home submerge her, and seeing his face saying-
Her eyes snapped wide when the fantasy showed Noah's face. Only there was no pain, no sign of torture, no shattered determination. His face was that before he was kidnapped, smiling and filled with hope. She felt weight build up in her chest and quickly dismissed the thought. It didn't matter anymore. Dead men tell no tales nor gain loved ones.
She took another second to sigh, but a bright ball of light flew towards her. Fareeha hit the brakes yet the ball hit the engine and short circuited it. It stopped in its tracks and went sliding on the empty road. Angela had a rude awakening when Fareeha hit the brakes and drifted on the road.
"Fareeha, what happened?" The soldier looked on the road and found the same man from the airport with a gun pointed right at them.
"An inconvenience." Fareeha reached over and grabbed Angela's emergency side-arm. "Suit up. I might need back up on this one." Angela nodded and reached for her black suitcase. Fareeha stepped out of the car and walked in front of the car. The setting sun was reducing the visibility of her enemy. "What're you here for?"
"I've come for purposes will not need to know." He raised his gun and fired a few rounds. Fareeha vaulted over the car and took cover. "Angela!"
"I'm almost ready!" He reached into his hoodie and pulled two knives. Fareeha saw him run towards her in blazing speeds and could only take on the tackle. She managed to stop him and grab him by the sides. Using her weight, she lifted him up and slammed him on the ground. He groaned before slashing at her heels. The knife point only grazed her black jeans. She moved back with Angela's gun at the ready.
The assassin pulled out his gun and fired a beam right at Fareeha and hit her. His fingerless glove began glowing and he smirked behind his bandanna. She felt a small shock, but continued her assault. She leapt into the air with an axe kick and expected to hit the ground soon. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and found herself floating in the air. "Like it huh? A little energy to disrupt your molecules and place their weight under my control."
He gently placed her on the ground and loved her confusion. He flicked his finger and she went flying before hitting the car. She cracked the window and fell on the ground. He walked toward her and pulled out his third knife. "Amari, consider this a personally payment from my employer."
He raised the knife and plunged downward. He didn't expect something blocking the blade and that the blade was stopped by the Caduceus staff. He looked up to see Mercy giving him the death glare. Her appearance was angelic, but her eyes spoke monster. She twisted the staff around and disarmed him. "That's enough."
"Dr, Ziegler. This is quite the honor."
"I apologize if I don't return the sentiment." She replied coldly.
"I understand, but I have to deal with Amari. This just between me and her." Angela stepped forward protectively in front of Fareeha. "Over my dead body."
He sighed and aimed his gun at Angela. She was hit with the same electric shock. The medic didn't let that stop her as she aimed right for his head when he lifted his hand up. She went flying into the air before he swung downwards and she hit the ground hard. He waved his hand again and she was dragged across the road. Each second she was grinding into the asphalt, tearing apart her suit, and negating the self-healing functions of the suit. The attack was devastating.
Dazed and wounded, Angela tried getting up, but a bright light took over her vision as the assassin took steps toward Fareeha. Angela could barely see or hear what was going on. Only fragments.
"-eave."
"Don't you ev-ACK!" Gunshots. Those were there, yet a few solid hits were heard. Not with fists, but with a weapon. A melee one. She looked to see two men struggling. One was the attacker and the other was a stranger. The stranger was dressed in blue and seemed to lock arms with their attacker. While they were busy, Angela painfully lifted herself up and found Fareeha unconscious.
"Put it down asshole!" That voice. It sounded familar. Angela saw the blue stranger was now on top of the attacker, swinging something down repeatedly. The attacker grunt before throwing him off. The stranger got up and Angela could see the small shine of a blue scouter. The attacker glared at all of them before opening a portal and vanishing from sight. The stranger took a moment to breath before looking at them.
"Holy crap, you're Mercy and your friend is...Fareeha Amari?" He clutched his head. Angela could see that during the ensuing struggle, he got hurt. He looked over them for any major injuries before picking up Mercy. He placed her in the car and dragged Fareeha in too. "Shit, I hope the boss can understand why I'm coming home late."
He took a moment to breath. His eyes seemed so familiar. "Alright, I'm just gonna take you guys to my house. Just please don't die on the way there." He adjusted Fareeha's seat to make her more comfortable. The soldier barely opened her eyes when the door was shut. Through the cracked glass, Angela could see the stranger was attaching a cable to the car and onto his bike. Angela groaned as she looked to see that her suit was almost torn to shreds. Her sides were bleeding as was her arms. She looked to see Fareeha with cuts and bruises along with a slash mark on her leg. However she couldn't keep her eye open forever and slowly pass out.
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Symmetra walked down the halls when a notification popped up. She took one glance at it and walked toward the designated office. For a few minutes she didn't hear anything until a loud BANG was heard. She flinched at the noise before regaining her composure. She hit the bell and waited a few minutes.
After said minutes passed, the door opened to reveal her boss. "Mr. Silverstone. I received your call." Silverstone rolled down his sleeves and fixed up his collar. "Thank you Symmetra. I currently received some news of a rogue agent that attacked Dr, Ziegler and her escort. Have the guards monitor his relative more closely and inform them to be more creative with their threats. And I've taken the first steps into his reconditioning, but I need you to move to the subject back to the lab."
"Of course, Mt. Silverstone."
"Symmetra, when we're alone, it's Gideon." She looked away from his advancement as she walked past him. He smiled before taking his leave. Symmetra closed the door and her eyes widened to see on the floor was the assassin. She pulled up a portal and lifted him up. "Symmetra?"
"What did you do?"
"My choice of action." He groaned. She rolled her eyes and made him stand on his on two feet. "He won't kill me. Not as long as he wants Amari dead."
Symmetra helped him walk through the portal.
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"Get them some food. I see that they're waking up."
"Got it boss." A door clicked close and again for a lock. Angela opened her eyes and looked to see a Spanish woman sitting in chair in front of her bed. "Buenos días ángel y justicia."
"Angela?" The doctor looked to her side and found Fareeha sitting up in her bed. Her head was bandaged along with her arm. Angela looked down and found her torso wrapped around in bandages. "Let's get greetings out of the way. Angela Ziegler, Fareeha Amari, I am Sombra. It's an honor to meet you in the flesh."
"What?"
"I'll be frank. You two got messed up. My boy had to step in and get rid of your little assassin problem." Fareeha resisted the urge to touch her forehead as the looked at their hostess. "How did we get here?"
"My roommate decided to bring to unconscious women home. Luckily for him, he was doing the rescuing. He got injured himself, but it's rather small compared to what that assassin did to you." Angela clutched her side. "My suit, my equipment. Where are they?"
"Under repair. I know a few places to get the materials plus I have the blueprints." Angela raised an eyebrow as Sombra shrugged. "What? In my business I have to know everyone and everything. That includes you doctor and justice over there."
Fareeha wanted to get up, but Sombra stopped her. "You barely survived the attack as it is. Give Angel some credit, she had the idea of at least wearing some type of armor."
"Fareeha." Angela could see the fierce pride fire up behind Fareeha. Sombra raised her hand. "I wouldn't do that. With your current state, even I can take you on with relative ease. Besides I don't think Noah would approve of you attacking a hostess especially since she's the only one keeping your innards inside."
Both of their eyes widened at the name. "What the hell did you just say?" Now Angela felt fury rise within her. "I said Noah wouldn't approve."
"Well he's not here anymore." Fareeha growled. The door clicked and a voice of frustration was heard. "Boss! Why the hell did you lock the door?" Sombra snapped her fingers and the door opened. Angela and Fareeha's hearts fell to their stomachs as they bore witness to who was on the other side of the door. The guy gave them a warm smile while he was holding two trays of food.
"Oh hello, my name is Sebastian. I'm glad to see you guys are awake. So I managed to make hot soup, fresh bread and-"
"NOAH?!" Sebastian yelped before almost dropping the trays onto the floor. Sombra ran up to him and help stabilize the trays that he was holding. "Oh thanks boss."
She sighed, "It's Sombra now. Sebastian, do these two remind you of anything." Fareeha and Angela felt their hands go clammy as cold sweat was beginning to appear. Two years and almost nothing changed. His hair was only shorter and he regained his former figure. Their lost comrade looked at Fareeha and Angela with calculating intensity. His eyes locked with each of theirs separately before sighing.
"No Sombra, these guys don't make me remember anything about this "Noah" guy you said I was. I thought we were done with this, Sombra." The sound of broken glass was heard as he said that. Fareeha and Angela felt the pain from the fight before nothing else now. Sombra looked at them and sighed. She took the trays from Sebastian. "That will be alone. Go. Get to work on the bike."
"Right."
"And don't take it out for another joyride."
"Oh come on Sombra, it was just yesterday." He laughed. Fareeha clenched the bedsheets when she heard him laugh. Sombra gave a mocking smile at him. "And if it ends with you going against another assassin? What then, hm?"
He stopped laughing and rubbed the back of his head. "S-Sorry Sombra. I promise that I won't take it out." Angela almost stood up when he said "promise". He looked at them and waved at Fareeha and Angela. "And, um, I'm sorry that Sombra tried this whole remembering thing with you guys. I can check up on you guys once I'm done with work and we can chat if you want."
He ran out the door as Sombra put the food on their bedside tables. She sat back down right in front of them and watched them not eat. After a few minutes, Sombra sighed at the death glares she was receiving from Fareeha and the sad eyes of Angela. "I know that you have questions. Allow me to give you an answer."
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Hey...thanks for InsertStupidlyEdgyNameHere for the OC and what about his abilities. Pretty cool right? Oh and Noah's alive, yay, hoorah, all that jazz. I just hope the next chapter will explain a few things. Until then review, I love reading story predictions or criticism. It helps a lot. Till then Ciao