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John awoke in pain... As he opened his eyes, he saw the floor he passed out on. He looked around and didn't see a trace of Angela. He got up off the floor, with a burst of pain, and got on the table. He activated the familiar system and let the mask place itself over his face. As the anesthesia put him under, he dreamed of the woman he had once loved and of fonder memories.
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"Winston, I know we're busy here, but I have to get him! We could use his help!" Angela yelled emphatically to the Scientist.
"Angela, please. Calm yourself. We don't have the time to fetch him, not while cities are still under control of Null Sector. And you are far too important to leave us right now."
"But, Winston..."
"He is save, he is helping destroy the Null Sector forces near him, and when he's ready, he'll likely join us."
Angela stood there with her arms crossed, she took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Alright."
"Thank you. This is the right thing to do."
"I hope you're right..."
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The Sniper sat at his computer for the longest time. He kept typing in a message to Angela, and kept erasing it. The decision was eating him away. Does he send word of his resurrection to the woman he loved? Or does he let her live her life as happily as she could? It killed him to try to make that decision.
As he sat there for the longest while, a flashing light appeared on the screen, indicating a message from one of his spies from around the world. He closed the unwritten message he could never get right, and opened up this new one... "Widowmaker located. Boston Massachusetts, USA"
"Here? Why here?" he asked himself as he read and reread the message. As he did, movement sensors began flashing on his screen, lighting up from the main entrance. The Sniper grabbed his .50 Cal and began walking through the halls. He decided their meeting should be on favorable ground for him, and he sealed off all hallways that didn't lead to him. All he had to do was wait.
He could hear the heels of her shoes clicking on the floor closing in, and he watched as she turned the corner, and the surprise on her face as she saw the rifle pointed at her. "Are you going to kill me, John?"
"Not sure yet. You aren't my typical victim."
"I wouldn't blame you. Assuming, of course, you know what I've done."
"I know what Talon forced you to do. Most of it after they experimented on you." he said as he pulled his face from the scope. "I know you'd never hurt a fly if you had a choice in the matter, Ams." He slowly began walking towards her. "I don't know what it was they used to make you do those things, but I can easily guess you would be killed if they knew you were with me." He set his rifle leaning against the wall and pulled her into a hug. "You know damn well I won't let them touch you again." he whispered into her ear as she began to break down in his arms.
He held her there as she cried and told him of all the horrible things Talon did to her, and made her do. He never judged her. After all, his hands were hardly clean. But he was there for her again. A stalwart friend who would go to hell and back to keep her safe. Just like in the old days...
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Amélie lay on John's bed, watching the now younger man clean his weapons, and now her's. His natural insight with her Widow's Kiss was almost supernatural. He seemed to know every piece before he saw it. It astounded her. She began drifting back to sleep as she felt her stomach rumbling in displeasure.
"Hungry?" John asked without looking up from her rifle.
"A little." She said just before her stomach rumbled some more. "*sigh* I haven't eaten since I got away from Talon. That was two days ago now."
"Any idea on what you want to eat? Memory serves, you're quite partial to fast food burgers." he said with a grin as he turned to look at her.
She couldn't help grinning at him. "You only say that because of..." Her voice cut out as an old memory clicked in of the pair of them and Gérard on one of their first trips to a fast food joint. Her eyes watered up as she could finally let loose her emotions, and she curled up into a ball.
John stood up, walked to the bed, sat down next to her, and pulled her into his arms. He held her tight as her emotions ran wild. Years of being bottled up only magnified the pain and grief as she felt herself being rocked in the arms of the last friend she has on earth. John knew there was nothing he could say to her to make her feel better, but being there for her was what he could do to ensure she knew she wasn't alone anymore...
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"Any idea where she went to?" Reyes asked the lavender hacker over coms.
"Negative. She seems to have used one of my tricks against me, going completely off the grid." she replied. *You owe me big time, Chika* she thought to herself as several files on her screen were deleted.
"Find out what you can, we'll deal with her later." Reyes growled as he turned of his coms.
Sombra clicked off her coms and let out a sigh. "This gig isn't as good for me as I thought. But that's why we have back-up plans..."