AUTHOR'S NOTE
Sorry it's been a little while, I was very busy with exams and whatnot for the end of the year. It's summer now, so I'll be uploading more most likely. I'd like to finish this story by the end of the summer and possibly start the next part (hopefully the actual game lore will catch up with me or i'll have to do a prequel) Just so everyone reading knows: this is part 3 of a 3 part series. First two parts are Mother Bear and MEKA (in that order). It's not crucial but it would give you more clarity on what events are transpiring. Have a good read!
CHAPTER 4
TALON HIDEOUT - UNDERGROUND LABORATORIES
A team of researchers were crowded around the table A team of scientists were gathered around a testing table, poking and prodding at the green ninja. They examined his every asset, from his shiny metal toes to his sharp head. Reaper watched from afar as they assessed him. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen this unusual omnic before… years before.
MANY YEARS EARLIER
Gabriel Reyes was set to be the commander of Overwatch. He had been eagerly awaiting his promotion with his best friend Jack at his side. They had risen through the ranks together, and there was no way they could ever be separated now. It was the day that they would allow him to take helm, so naturally the higher ups called both him and Jack up to see them.
"Good morning, gentlemen. I think you both know why you're here." The director from the UN said. "It's time for us to appoint a strike commander, and it's an obvious choice who should lead our legendary organization." Gabriel felt pride swelling in his chest.
Jack looked over at him with excitement, as if to say: "Good job, old friend." Reyes smiled back, and they turned their attention back to the man with the keys to their future. "Morrison, would you please step up closer to the desk?" The director commanded. They were both confused.
Jack inched closer, skeptical about what he was insinuating. "Welcome to your new office, Strike Commander Morrison." Jack looked back at Gabriel in disbelief, but Gabriel didn't see him. He had already been blinded by his pure and seething rage.
Reyes had been gifted with the measly title of 'Blackwatch Commander', which was a shitty side organization Overwatch had running. They were practically a team that was sent when Overwatch was too busy to do a mission. Gabriel was furious he hadn't been chosen over Jack, and he didn't want to think for a second that this was the new reality he lived in.
But alas, it was. Every day while Jack continued to be showered with praise and adoration as the leader of the world's most progressive organizations, Gabriel had been cursed with a deep depression while he performed the bare minimum from his private quarters; just enough so he wouldn't get fired. He stewed and plotted in his dark room, and one day he emerged once again to become the full fledged leader of Blackwatch.
With a mysterious newfound determination, Gabriel excelled at the job he had been given. He thwarted the Deadlock gang while also recruiting one of Blackwatch's finest: Jesse McCree. There was a period of flourishing under Reyes as their commander, and all seemed to go as he wanted it to. There was only one more addition to his team that was missing, and he wouldn't have known it was sorely lacking until it walked through his door, metallic skin and all.
Angela Zeigler was a world renowned combat medic for the revolutionary group of Overwatch. She has been hard at work on a new 'healing beam' as she called it when Genji Shimada was dropped on her table. He was a ninja that was supposed to help carry on the Shimada Clan's way of life, but he must have refused. His brother Hanzo had apparently left him in a state like death because of his disobedience to the family.
A truly tragic tale, yes, but Mercy, as she was called, wasn't about to let a patient die just because she was emotionally affected by their story. She worked day and night on her new project, and occasionally she received help from Winston, their on site mechanics and robotics professional who also happened to be an ape, as their new friend Genji would need more than a few new body parts.
Half way through the tireless week-long operation, Mercy had finished her healing stream project, although the current model of the machine she used for emitting the stream was only a prototype. After a few seconds of careful decision making, Mercy placed her device onto a table deciding it was too risky. Perhaps she would test it on a person she disliked more.
Since the time the ninja had become sentient, he had been exhibiting an astonishing amount of charisma. He would often make the good doctor laugh out loud, nearly causing her scalpel to miss its mark. They would chat when she was slowly but surely mending his broken body for long hours bleeding through till the morning.
Miss Zeigler had developed quite a sweet spot for him. He would often moan her name in is sleep when Genji had no idea that she was sitting idly by, watching over him while he slumbered like some sort of guardian angel. It was unethical to feel anything but matronly love for patients such as these, but she felt more. Although he was mostly machine, Genji Shimada was more of a man than she had ever known.
"Angela…" He whimpered as his eyes cracked open at 2 AM. It was well before he usually awoke. "Vat is it?" She inquired, eager to hear what type of request he had for her. "I… love you." He mumbled as he once again dozed off. Mercy blushed and she felt her heart beat faster. He had beaten her to the punch and realized his feelings before even she could. She spent the rest of the night sitting at his bedside, caressing his cold and metallic body, ever so often whispering back: "I love you, too."