Illari sat on a ledge and watched as the local children played with a ball in the street not far from her. She remembered a time long ago when she was carefree and joyful all the time. But that was long ago, before her constant training that led to the destruction of those she cherished.
She sat there for a long while, reminiscing on happier times until she finally noticed the children had gone quiet. She looked up in surprise and saw a pair of figures walking her way. One draped in darkness with a mask as fearsome as could be, and the other a woman who wore the outfit of some deranged scientist.
"Illari Ruiz?" the woman asked.
"I am." she confirmed.
"My name is Moira O'Deorain, my compatriot and I need your help with a professional matter of some urgency."
"What is this matter you need my help with?" Illari asked, not trusting either one bit.
"All will be explained on the way back to our headquarters." Moira said, trying to reassure the young woman.
"We don't have time for this." Reaper said as he drew his dual shotguns and trained them on Illari. "You're coming with us." he said intimidatingly, before a shot could be heard from behind him and he disappated into mist that fell to the ground, surprising Moira.
"What in the..." she began before another shot was heard, dropping her to the ground as her left leg seemingly exploded, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs.
Illari looked around towards where the shots sounded like they came from, while Moira tried to apply her medical spray to the remainder of her leg, hoping to at least restore some functionality. Not long after did a stranger in black armor come sauntering up the road with a large rifle slung across his back and his revolver drawn while he was looking around.
"Sorry about that." the figure said to Illari as he walked up to Moira, holstered his pistol, and began putting handcuffs on her wrists. "These two have been on my shit-list for almost a year now, and I wasn't going to let them hurt someone if I could stop them."
"Thank you, but what did they want with me?" she asked the stranger.
"Do you want to tell her or should I?" he asked Moira, who spit on the mask of his helmet that he wore. "I'll take that as I get to tell her." he said before punching her with his right arm, knocking her out. He pulled off his helmet and set it in Moira's lap before looking back at the young woman. "These two are after your solar power... thingy." he tried to explain. "She is hyper-fixated on mankind's evolution and has experimented on dozens to hundreds of people to expand her understanding of it, and the other guy made of ash, or mist, or... something, was one of her first experiments. They are both members of the terrorist group Talon, and ones the world would be better off without, but I have many questions that she WILL be answering."
"That... is a lot to take in." she said after listening to the man explain. "They were after my abilities though..."
"And had they gotten ahold of you she would've done anything and everything to utilize them in her experiments." he said as he reached for his pistol, noticing the black fog appearing on the ground again. "Take cover." he said as Reaper burst from the ground taking aim at the sniper.
"You should've stayed dead." he managed to say before a trio of shots were heard before he disappated again.
"Fuck you, Reyes." John said, before getting another surge of Deja-Vu. He shook it off, opened his computer and keyed in his shuttle to decloak and land nearby. "I figure the safest place for you right now is gonna be with Overwatch. So if you're willing, I'll give you a ride to their base in Gibraltar. The alternative is hanging out in my base, which is about as secure, but my girlfriend is already getting concerned about the female company I keep there so I am trying to limit how many I add at a time." he joked as the shuttle landed in the street behind him.
"I think Overwatch would be a wise decision." Illari said as she watched him grab his helmet off the doctor and drag her onto the shuttle. She followed him onboard and watched as he loaded her up into a seat and lock her in place with the harness. "Are you sure about taking her with?" she asked as he left her there.
"Honestly I'd rather just drop her off in the ocean with an anchor tied to her ankles, but I need what's in her head." he explained as he got to the controls.
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John landed the shuttle at the base in Gibraltar, and triggered the rear hatch to open, revealing Angela, McCree, and Winston. "Oh yeah, just to warn you, the gorilla talks somehow." he said loudly to Illari who watched the cowboy start snickering while the woman in the angelic suit and the gorilla both shook their heads while smiling and walking up the ramp to meet her.
"My name is Winston." the gorilla said in greeting. "This is Doctor Angela Zeigler and this is... were you still trying the Cassidy routine or did you change your mind again?"
"Jessie McCree." he greeted the young woman.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Angela said to her. "I'm sorry you ended up involved with Talon, but at least you're safe here."
"Safeness is like relationships in Alabama." John said as he led Moira down the ramp.
"It's all relative." McCree laughed at the old joke.
"Is this place safe from Talon?" Illari asked, concern crossing her face.
"This is one of the few places on Earth they wouldn't be able to strike out at effectively." Winston reassured her as he led her out of the shuttle. The group was just about to step off the landing platform when they heard a *click* from nearby. They quickly looked back and saw John holding his revolver to Moira's head and McCree rushed back towards him.
"You got lucky on the first one, but how lucky can you get?" the sniper asked. "How do we repair the damage you did to Ams?" he asked again.
"You don't." she spat at him. "She is a work in progress of evolution. I will have her perfected before I help you."
click*
"Oooh, lucky again." John remarked. "Let's go again."
click*
"John! What are you doing?!" McCree yelled at him.
"Interrogating a murderer and terrorist." John replied, not even looking back. "How do we fix Ams?"
"You don't!"
click*
"Two more, fifty-fifty shot. How do we fix Ams?"
"John!" Winston shouted. "We don't torture prisoners!"
"You might've missed what we did in Blackwatch because we definitely tortured terrorists. Miss O'Deorain knows, doesn't she? You joined up with Blackwatch after your bomb killed me near Boston! How do we fix Ams?!"
"You'll just have to kill me!"
Click*
"Last try. You gonna fix Ams or are you gonna lose what little value you have in your head?!"
"John!" Angela shouted, rushing up to him.
"I will never give you what you want!" Moira spat at him. "Amélie is my experiment and you won't tamper with her!"
"Fine. Hard way it is." He said before aiming the pistol at her. As he pulled the trigger Angela pushed his arm up and the bullet impacted in some rock over Moira's shoulder.
"John what is... your eyes..." Angela said as she looked into his eyes, seeing his irises burning crimson, before fading back to the grey-blue they normally were.
"It seems Reyes wasn't my first experiment after all..." Moira said sadisticly, before John kicked her in the gut, knocking her over and the wind from her lungs.
"Sweetheart, she did something to you with that bomb all those years ago, and we need to find out what." she said as she tried to lead him away from the Irish woman.
John looked to McCree and said "Put that piece of trash in a cell and destroy her gear. God knows what she could do with it."
"Yeah, alright kid." he agreed as he looked at the younger man with concern as he was led off by Angela.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." Winston said to Illari. "He isn't usually like that."
"Even in Peru we have heard of 'El Diablo de Boston'. He is definitely what I had heard of." she said to the ape. "He is vicious to his enemies and defends his allies without concern of himself. I can respect that much, if not his methods."
"Well I suppose that is one way to look at it..." Winston said as he led the potential recruit inside the base.
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