The last thing she remembered hearing.
"I'm sorry, kid. This is for your safety."
She blacked out shortly after. Jack shot her with one of Ana's old sleep darts, and had a few on hand for when she showed signs of stirring. Luckily he knew of a place where he could get a plane, a small airport not too far away.
"But that means I have to carry her..."
He sighed p, heaving her on his shoulder.
"This is gonna be a long walk..."
30 miles later...
"Now all I have to do is steal a damn plane... Shouldn't be too hard."
He hopped the fence, Abbie still on his back. He just walked up to a small jet. He turned to the pilot, about to board. And he said, with all the authority he could muster,
"I'm taking this plane, kid."
The pilot just nodded, and started to decide whether he should salute or not.
"Y-yes sir. Go right ahead, S-sir."
He moved out of the way, motioning for him to board. He got in, strapped Abbie in as comfortable as he could, and got in the pilot seat.
"That actually worked..."
He looked at the controls in disbelief.
'Now, let's get going.'
10 long, dart-shooting filled hours later...
"Where the hell am I gonna land?"
He looked out into the vast openness before him. Then, he had an idea.
'If I let them know I'm close, they'll come looking for me. I can evade them, and they can find Abbie. You know what, fuck it. I'll drop her off myself.'
He put Gibraltars frequency on the radio.
"Gibraltar, come in. This is Soldier: 76 requesting permission to land with special cargo, repeat, this is 76 requesting permission to land."
He circled about 5 miles out, waiting for a reply. About four minutes later, he got one.
"Permission granted, 76. Thanks for asking."
Jack automatically knew it was Winston.
"Roger, five miles out. Coming in for a landing now."
Winston came back over the radio.
"Yeah, I've been following you since you left that base in Washington. Didn't take me long to figure out you were coming here. We'll talk more when you land. Winston out."
Jack stared ahead, in utter shock. He should've known Winston would be monitoring the other stations, he'd just hoped that it was so small and insignificant that he wouldn't track whoever was camping there for the night.
Jack landed, pulling into one of the hangers. He went back and gave another sleeping dose to Abbie.
"That'll do you over til I get out of here, kid. I'm sorry."
He heard a snort behind him, outside the door.
"Usually when someone is asleep, they don't talk back. Or were you counting on that?"
Jack picked Abbie up bridal style, and carried her out of the plane.
"I brought her here because I knew I could trust you, Winston. And since you've activated the recall, I figure you'd have some help soon. And that help, could help her."
Winston nodded and motioned with his head for76 to follow.
"Dr. Ziegler was the first one here. I was surprised, really. I can tell she's missed it, though. She can't wait for everyone else to get here. Although, I think we're going to have to go pick a few up. I was planning on picking up Tracertomorrow,
/actually."
Jack stayed silent for a minute.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Winston stopped walking and looked back at him for a second, as if to say, 'you serious?'
"I may be a monkey, but I am not an idiot. I put the pieces together. Everyone else? I doubt it. And you won't be around long enough for them to figure it out, will you?"
He shook his head as they entered one of the medical rooms.
"No, I'm leaving as soon as I can. I have business elsewhere."
Winston nodded, before looking over the girl in front of him.
"What's her name?"
Jack sighed, before slumping his shoulders.
"I don't know. She remembered a name, so she went with it. It's Abbie."
Winston looked at Jack, with a questioning look.
"I found her at a Talon base. No memory. I took her out. Found her a few hours before we got to the base where you picked up my trail."
He nodded, before walking over to the rooms desk, and picking up the folder.
"It's all we have. All Overwatch knew and knows about Talon. And... Reaper. You've been looking in the wrong place."
Jack gently took the folder.
"And where should I be looking, then?"
Winston just looked at him for a long second, debating on whether or not to say what he was about to.
"Switzerland."
Abbie woke up slowly, studying the room around her.
"Well... I'm not in Kansas anymore..."
She finally mumbled, sitting up. As she did, she noticed someone else in the room.
"Oh, hey there. didn't get your name. Hopefully Mrs. not-here-to-kill-me?"
The woman laughed, turning around.
"Hmm... I don't know... Your prognosis is pretty grim... It may just be better to put you out of your misery."
Abbie dramatically fell backwards onto the bed, and groaned loudly.
"Please, have Mercy doctor!"
The doctor walked over to her, a knowing smile on her face.
"Hm... I don't know... I think I may have ran out of my last dose yesterday, I'm afraid."
Abbie dramatically put the back of her hand to her forehead.
"Then I will just have to suffer.. For Eternity..."
She made a exaggerated death sound, falling limp. The doctor poked her with her pencil.
"Hey, can't you see I'm trying to do a die here?"
The Doctor laughed.
"I do not believe we were introduced to one another. I am Doctor Angela Ziegler."
Abbie sat back up, and stuck out her hand.
"Abigail. I think..."
She frowned, mirth gone from her eyes.
You wouldn't happen to know about memory loss, would you?"
Angela sighed, bringing up a chair.
"Only by injury or something of the sort. I believe Talon drugged you. Either that, or repeatedly hit you on the head with a frying pan."
Abbie smiled again.
"That would explain this killer headache I have."
Angela shook her head, before walking over to the cabinet.
"No, that would be the shot I gave you to wake you up."
Abbie looked at Angela, curious.
"What about that, by the way. The last thing I remember, I was falling asleep in a Top-Secret base in the middle of the Washington State forests. An now I'm in..."
She glanced out of the window.
"Colorado? Nevada? New Mexico?"
Angela returned, holding a pill and a glass of water.
"Nein. Gibraltar."
Abbie looked back at Angela.
"So, and Angel and Teleporting. That's pretty cool."
Angela laughed, sitting down, and picking up her clipboard again.
"You haven't seen anything yet, liebling. But, I want to ask a few questions. Do you mind?"
Abbie shook her head at the Doctor.
"Only if I get to ask a few as well. Ah! We can Take turns!"
Angela nodded, readying her pencil.
"Your name?"
Abbie rolled her eyes.
"Abbie, I guess. Quite like it now, to be honest. Now, what happened? How did I get here?"
Angela sighed.
"Your friend thought it would be a good idea to bring you here."
"Jack?"
Angela looked up at Abbie, shocked.
"Wha-Why did you say that?"
Abbie looked confused.
"Because he said that was his name...?"
Angela leaned back in her chair. 'So it's true...' She thought. 'It is him.'
"Did he lie to me?"
Angela looked back at her patient.
"No, no. His name is most definitely Jack. Next question, Sex?"
Abbie smirked at the Doctor, with a bit of blush on her cheeks.
"I was hoping for dinner first, but sure."
Angela's face showed pure shock.
"I didn't mean like that, you little scheisse! Your gender! I am old enough to be your mother, Young Lady!"
Abbie looked down, embarrassed.
"Oh... Sorry. And why would you ask that? I mean they may be small, but I still have some boobs."
Angela rolled her eyes, writing down the obvious questions.
"Now, your turn."
Abbie nodded, looking back at the doctor. Angela was immediately worried by the look on her face. It was a knowing smirk.
"So, what's your girlfriend like?"
Angela looked back at Abbie, shocked.
"Wha-No! I do not have a girlfriend!"
Abbie just kept on smirking.
"Then what's your love interests name? Hm?"
Angela sat up straight again, still blushing like mad, but with a small, almost unnoticable look of sadness on her face.
"It doesn't matter. Now, sexual orientation?"
Abbie looked up, and put her hand on her chin dramatically.
"I dunno... I though Mr. Discount Captain America was good looking, but then I met you...Hmm... Is hella gay an answer choice?"
Angela shook her head a sighed.
"Yes, it is. And that's all I'm doing for today."
She rubbed her temples softly.
"I'll have Winston do the knowledge test with Athena."
Abbie frowned, looking at the Doctor with sad eyes.
"You're gonna leave me here? Alone?"
Angela groaned, tossing her clipboard on one of the tables.
"No, fine, come on, you can help me clean the place up a bit. But no misbehaving, got it?"
Abbie jumped up, excited.
"Sure thing, mom."
She laughed, bounding out the door.
