~*Here is another, somewhat short, chapter!*~
Jack slammed his fist into the table in front of him, teeth bared underneath his ever present mask. He was seething. How could they have possibly lost Angela. The five of them should have easily taken Reaper out- He swipes the desk clean, sending office supplies and an old picture frame flying.
Gabriel Reyes.
The man really wasn't human. His old brother in arms was nothing more than stone cold mercenary now and he couldn't help but feel more than just a little responsible. After all it was his poor leadership that drove Reyes to where he was. Maybe if he'd paid just a little more attention to Blackwatch things would have turned out differently.
Angela would argue.. Humans have free will Jack. What they do with it is up to them. She always had a knack for telling him what he needed to hear. Always trying to lessen his guilt. He figured it was just another way she was trying to fix him.
A knock at the door shook him from his reprieve, red visor meeting green. "Genji." He says shortly, turning to address the cyborg.
"Tracer is stabilized." Short and to the point. Genji turned to leave, noting the sign on the office door as he went.
Strike Commander
Jack Morrison
Jack sighed, crouching to clean up the shattered picture frame. The picture was of a young Overwatch. Back before Reyes' betrayal. Back when Jack didn't question what it really meant to be a hero. Back when Overwatch had a greater purpose than thwarting mercenary's in back alley warehouses in the hopes that their efforts would have some sort of impact.
He sat the frame on the desk, taking one last look at Angela's face. He'd get her back.
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