Experts are sure that there has to be a new god-program active. The Omnic behavior has greatly changed over the course of the last 48 hours. Their effectiveness has improved tenfold and their advances are substantially more structured, better organized and far more elaborate than they used to be.
Casualties are estimated to be in the millions already. If you're missing someone or are searching for relatives, the UN has created a website where people can be reported as missing. The database is automatically cross referenced with confirmed casualties.
For everyone who lost their home to the advancing Omnic forces in central Europe and managed to escape the area of operations, please head westwards, there are refugee-camps being built on the French-German border.
For all our brave soldiers out there fighting for our lives, we pray for you and your comrades wellbeing and success. And to all the civilians stuck in the area of operations, we again remind you that there are emergency shelters set up for you at every nearby military base. You will be flown out as soon as possible.
We will continue broadcasting for as long as we have power and supplies. God save us all.
-/-
Savant turned off the news with a satisfied smile on his lips, putting the remote back on its place on the nightstand. Everything was going so smoothly now, in his wildest dreams he wouldn't have dared to imagine it any better.
This was perfect. And with the election in only a few couple of days, he was sure that he had the victory in his bag already. General Secretary Rocye was no opponent for him. Not only in his mind, but also if the surveys were anything to go by. He leaned back in his soft, warm bed and put an arm around his newest successful conquest.
"Don't you think this is horrible?" Sarah asked sleepily, curling up to his side, the white satin blanket only half covering her naked form. Her small hand with her pointy nails was fondling through his chest hair.
"That depends." He replied evenly, letting her explore his nude body while simultaneously enjoying the warmth and softness of hers. She had been a fun conquest, he had to admit. Not as easy as he had initially suspected, but all the more willing once he had won her over. He'd humor her for a bit until he'd grow tired of her. "From a humanitarian point of view it's horrible." He said it without feeling even a sliver of emotion, despite making his voice tremble ever so faintly. The truth was, he couldn't possibly care less. He had murdered countless others before and he would do so again. But feigning empathy and emotion was an important skill for any politician, so this was, in a way, a very welcome practice round. "But from a political point, this is great for our cause. There could not be a better way to promote our ideas than an Omnic uprising. It's perfect."
"But all the people..." Sarah countered.
"Yes, of course all the people. As I said, it's absolutely horrible. But as cruel as it sounds, they are dead anyway. Nothing I could do against that now. But what I can do is, I can make sure that nothing like that ever happens again, once I'm elected. Then everyone will be save." He hummed, grinning to himself. And I will be the most powerful man in the world. It's mine for the taking. Savant leaned down and kissed Sarah in a demanding way, before breaking away and sitting up in bed. "But there is work to do for that to happen. I'll have to hold a speech this afternoon and there are some adjustments to be made." He said, getting up and walking toward is walk in closet.
"Do you want me to gather your PR crew?" he heard Sarah ask from the bed. Sticking a head out to see her nude form slipping out of it while searching for her clothes, he smiled.
"Do so. And inform the press, too."
"Of course." She said, her immediate obedience only serving to widen the smirk on his lips as he picked out a suit for the day.
"I want you by my side all day today." He told her from out of the closet, slipping into a navy blue shirt and a light grey jacket, before picking up a fitting tie and walking out of this closet again. Sarah was just putting on her garter belts, looking up at him with a small blush.
"S-sure, I mean, I'm your maid after all." She replied.
Savant gently grabbed her face and made her look at him. "So much more than that." He whispered, before letting go and turning to leave. "Oh, don't bother with underwear today." He told her easily, as he walked out of the room.
Sarah was left alone with a crimson face, the implications of his statements immediately clear to her. "Yes, Sir." She muttered.
-/-
Ecopoint Antarctica
"Get another Bowden cable into the elevator shaft!" McCree yelled down the corridor. "We need to empty this laboratory and fast." He announced, helping Hanzo unload the first electric Bowden cable they already had installed prior. Otherwise it would have been impossible to lift the huge breeding tanks with their humanoid figures out of the laboratory. It was difficult enough to rig a makeshift power source to each device, so they wouldn't shut down, subsequently killing whatever humanoid form lay inside.
Ever since the Dark Star Protocol had been enabled, McCree and Hanzo were busy clearing out the laboratory completely. They decided it would be best to take everything there was with them, load it all into the Orca and then leave to a place which would be a little more comfortable to wait at and a little less deadly cold.
Dr. Laguardia was hunched over the seemingly endless number of research protocols and results, trying to figure out just what exactly the purpose of this facility had been. So far, he couldn't come up with a lot more than what they had initially suspected. It had to do with cloning and re-sequencing of DNA, some sort of alternation, but to which extent and for what purpose remained yet to be revealed. It was simply not his field of expertise and Guiseppe soon noticed just how long ago his general medicine education was.
How the doctor was even able to concentrate on anything with the whole chaos going on around him was beyond Jesse. There were soldiers loudly carrying loose equipment out of the lab, hastily throwing paperwork and documents into folders for easier transportation, or cutting off devices from the walls using plasma cutters. Some others were packing up smaller items into boxes and there was a lot of busy shouting and yelling going on, only adding to the general noise of heavy boots running around on the ground. Periodically a bright light was flashing through the laboratory, a soldier armed with not a rifle but a camera, taking pictures of every single item they packed up in a probably futile attempt to catalogue everything.
"Have you yet considered a possible destination to head to, once the laboratory has been cleared?" Hanzo questioned, lifting another heavy box onto a floating transport platform. Luckily every Orca came equipped with a bunch of those convenient little things, it made loading and unloading them so much easier. Especially on soft ground, where everything wheel based would have gotten hopelessly stuck.
"Eh." Jesse shrugged, sucking in a deep breath of his cigar. "To be fair, I'm currently more worried if we can fit that whole damn lab into the Orca. Kinda trying to figure out what's more important and what can be left here."
"We will have to stack smartly. It should not be a problem."
"I don't know, those tanks do take up quite some space." Jesse retorted, blowing the smoke into the air.
"That may be true, but only half of them contain the bodies of humans. If we must take all tanks with us, we could fill those which are empty with other contents of the laboratory. This would save us space."
"Yeah, or just leave them here entirely. Can't see how an empty metal tube could be important for anything."
"A fair point." Hanzo conceded with a nod, activating the control of the Bowden cable and letting it lower itself into the elevator shaft again. "Also, we are not forbidden to come back, should the need arise." He mused.
"Suppose not. Still, I'd rather stay away." Jesse shrugged, shuddering at the mere thought of the cold here.
Through the corridor a soldier came running toward them, easily finding his way past all the others carrying various objects or pushing the transportation platforms in front of them. "Sir!" he yelled from a distance "Sir!" the soldier came to a stop next to Hanzo and McCree. "We have contact with HQ, Sir."
That information turned both agents' heads toward the soldier, who was holding out a small silver disk towards his superiors. "Commander Morrison would like to speak with you, Sir."
Jesse took it into his hand and stretched it out in front of him. The disk started to glow and a holographic image of the Commander appeared in McCree's hand.
"Commander." Jesse nodded. "I'm here with Agent Shimada. We found what you were looking for. But please, Sir, if you don't mind on updating us on the situation. What's happening? The Dark Star Protocol?"
The image of Commander Morrison nodded sternly, is expression hard and easily betraying just how serious the situation was. "There is an Omnic situation. We have an active God-program at Watchpoint Gibraltar. To be upfront with you, the world is plunging into chaos right now. We moved operation procedures to Battlepoint: Grand Mesa. I'm transferring coordinates right now. You will be fully debriefed once you arrive back here." Morrison informed them swiftly. There was no reason to waste time re-telling things now.
"That sounds like a boatload of shit do deal with." McCree shrugged.
"You have no idea." The Commander sighed. "Anyways, you said you found something?"
"Yeah, there's some huge ass lab underneath the Ecopoint. Doc says it's probably for some gene-tampering cloning thingy, he isn't sure. Wants good 'ol Angie to take a look, since, you know, he's more of a loony doc and Angie's more of a..." he stopped for a moment, noticing that calling her a proper doctor would also mean that Laguardia wasn't. And that wouldn't have been what he wanted to say. "She knows more about this." He opted instead. "So we are packing everything up and bringing it back, maybe she can make heads and tails of this. Loads of data here, too, we can send you everything we got in advance, if you want?"
"Do that, I'll have Ziegler take a look at it immediately." Morrison's holographic image nodded. "Try and not leave anything behind. Good work as usual, McCree."
A smile tugged on Jesse's lips for a moment. He liked hearing that he was doing what was expected of him. "Sir, if I may ask. What's the meaning of all this?"
Morrison's image grinned in a hard to read, kind of twisted way. "It means progress, son. Progress." And with that cryptic comment, the connection terminated.
-/-
Battlepoint Grand Mesa's medical facilities were, unsurprisingly, quite a lot different to the one in Gibraltar. Probably like everything else was in this place. The most obvious difference was the sheer size, there was basically a whole hospital built into an entirely separate part of the base, with enough room to easily accommodate two hundred injured at the same time. Each room contained four beds, separated by small room dividers. For a certain number of rooms on each floor there was a small station which was meant for the nurses and the doctors currently on duty.
Overwatch currently didn't have enough people working for them to justify a hospital of that size, and neither did it have anywhere near enough qualified personal to actually man the thing. The entire base was built with only one scenario in mind.
Total, merciless, brutal, open war of never before seen proportions.
And it was built for that purpose and with that end in mind in every imaginable way. The medical facilities were fully AI assisted and could theoretically be supervised without a human doctor present, it was also hooked up to a triple fail saved emergency power grid. Every corridor had a redundant counterpart which could be used for the event that the main corridor became impassable. Each section was hooked up to independent environmental control units, allowing each section to be hermetically sealed in case of chemical or biological contamination. The base in itself was completely radiation shielded and could sustain everything apart from a direct hit with a nuclear weapon. In battle-mode the base gave no outward indication of its location, neither was there any light, nor heat, nor electromagnetic signature of any kind. On full lockdown the base could sustain itself and its entire crew with a garrison of soldiers, officers, technicians, medics and service personnel for more than sixty years after which time the air-filters would start to fail. News had energy reserves for many, many more years and would carry out his last orders until either energy was spent or all his ordnance was deployed.
Dr. Angela Ziegler would have lied if she had said that she wasn't at least a little overwhelmed by the sheer size of her new domain. Even if it was only the medbay with its absurd size. Not only that, but also the infinite amount of new toys she got definitely impressed. In Gibraltar she had everything she needed to do her work, and it was absolutely fine equipment, too. It was more than enough to undo whatever damage had been done during whatever mission. Most of them had been scientific in nature anyway which usually didn't cause anything more severe than the occasional plasma-burn.
Now, however, she had everything she needed and so much more. And the things she needed were absolutely state of the art. There were five different diagnosis and analysis rooms alone, all of them outfitted with the latest full-body scanners and best sampling devices money could buy. She used to have access to one of those scanners and it was quite a few years old. Not that she would have minded, it had been a great machine. But this? This was so much better and the scientist inside her just squealed in excitement. The precision instruments, the high-tech devices, the sheer computing-power. It was a researcher's paradise.
Getting used to her new dominion did take her a few days. Especially memorizing where all the different rooms were. In Gibraltar everything was in one place. Now there was at least one extra room for every imaginable procedure. Which was great for diagnosing and treating more than one person at a time. It made perfect sense for a facility of this size.
Right now Mercy was sitting in her new office. A generously sized room deep underground with no natural sunlight, but a lot of generic, framed pictures of various Overwatch locations. It could have been worse. She did miss her white marble desk, though. It had always been her favorite piece of furniture, its size and weight always felt strangely comforting whenever she was filing her documents, and Mercy enjoyed the absolute absence of vibrations while writing. Her new desk was a classic glass version and nowhere near as sturdy as her marble one. It sufficed, she knew, but still.
Placed on her desk were some X-Ray images and 3D MRI scans of Pharah's neck region. Mercy was discussing the progress with her patient, who was patiently listening to the doctor's complex explanations.
"So, what you're telling me is that my current state will not improve any more? I'll be partly paralyzed the way I am?" Fareeha asked, looking at Angela with the expression of someone who had clung to hope with desperation, but finally had to face the cruel truth that all their struggles had ultimately been for naught.
"With the current treatment plan, that is true, however, there is a second way. We discussed this briefly before, I believe."
"A working nanoprobe-system?"
"Yes, exactly." Mercy sighed, rubbing over the bridge of her nose. She really hoped it wouldn't come to this point, that she somehow would be able to treat Fareeha and prompt her body to regenerate itself. But she wasn't able to do it. Fareeha's nerves didn't regenerate far enough and weren't showing any signs of doing so. Angela failed and now there was only one choice left. "I just want to stress, that you don't have to do it. I understand that it is a serious decision to make and trust me, it will change your life, with no guarantee if it's going to be for the better." Mercy stated clearly, looking her patient dead in the eyes.
"You're talking about the immortality thing, right?" Fareeha asked seriously. She was well aware of the risks and consequences the full nanoprobe ecosystem would come with.
"Indeed." The doctor nodded. "Trust me, on paper it sounds like a great thing, but honestly, it might just be the biggest drawback." Mercy replied. "I'll outlive them all. I'll watch all my friends die and there is nothing I could do against that."
At that Pharah smiled gently at the doctor, a thought coming to her mind, but she didn't speak up. It was her.
"I'll do it." She decided finally and with conviction.
"Fareeha, you should give this some careful consideration." Angela admonished, concern laced in her voice. To her this felt like a hot headed decision. A decision which might be regretted sooner than later, but Fareeha shook her head.
"Trust me, I'm not saying this easily. I thought about that ever since you brought the option up the first time. There is no other choice for me. If I have the choice of being a cripple till the end of my days, unable to do what I was born to do, or if I can live forever doing exactly that and nothing else, then there isn't much of a choice in this for me. I can't stay like this. I feel useless. I need to be out there in the fight, now more than ever. I've made my decision." Pharah spoke with such conviction, like she had never been more sure about anything else before. In a way that was true. She knew what her duty was and where her priorities would be. Thinking about it, this wasn't such a hard choice at all.
For a second, there was silence in the room and the two women looked at each other, both trying to figure out what exactly was going on in the others mind.
Angela inhaled sharply, taking a moment to regard Fareeha for any signs of insecurity or doubt. It didn't exactly come as a huge surprise to the doctor that she found none. As usual, Fareeha made her choices with determination and strength, knowing exactly what she was going for and completely owning her choices. Just like her parents, both Reinhardt and Ana. "Very well." Mercy said. "Do you need some time to prepare?"
"No, if you are ready, we can do it right now." Fareeha decided. No point in waiting for something like that. "I mean, if it's possible?"
Mercy nodded as she was getting up from her desk and walking around it, her white coat swinging as she did so. "Your body is already used to large doses of nanoprobes. It's just a matter of programming them correctly, we can do it right now. Won't take very long either."
"Great!" Fareeha stood up and reached for the cane she had reluctantly agreed to use. There was just no other way for her to really move around. Without the hated walking aid she stumbled too often and fell. Which was even more embarrassing than using the cane, she felt like a toddler, unable to properly walk. This way at least she felt only like an useless invalid. But not for much longer. "After you, doctor Ziegler."
Mercy rolled her eyes and opened the door. "You should know better by now than to call me doctor Ziegler."
"Oh, I do." Fareeha smirked, walking next to Mercy with an obvious limp in her step. "But you always blush a little when I don't do it."
Angela didn't reply anything, instead trying and failing to hide the even fiercer blush on her cheeks while the two women were walking down the hallway to one of the many other treatment rooms.
Ever since the night out in London, Fareeha had been different with Angela. Flirty almost. Maybe. Or maybe she was just teasing her? But that wasn't what Lena thought was going on and Angela knew that her best friend was usually right about these kind of things. She just wished she had the courage to finally say something about the elephant in the room, to finally address the problem which wasn't a problem and solve the whole issue. If only to get rid of the horrible tension she always felt around Pharah. By god, Mercy wanted her. She wanted her so bad it almost hurt. But at the same time she wasn't sure if that would be such a great idea, Fareeha was considerably younger and she was also a friend and a patient on top of that and of course there were also a bunch of other, equally stupid and completely made up excuses why Angela was being a chicken. She knew that. She couldn't help it either.
Some day they would have to resolve this. Talk about it. But not today. Today Mercy would make Fareeha almost immortal. And then they would have all the time in the world.
"Take a seat, I'll get a syringe and program some probes." Mercy ordered, pointing at a green-ish treatment couch in the corner of the plain white room.
Fareeha did just that without any remark as she watched her doctor leave the room. Oh yes, she was her doctor. Not officially. At least not yet. Maybe never. But she sure as hell wasn't planning on being in the dark for much longer. Soon she would have to take the good doctor to the side and tell her about her feelings. Widowmaker had warned her that Mercy stated multiple times that she wasn't into girls, but Fareeha didn't care any longer. She needed clarity. She needed to know where she stood. Because one thing was for certain, there were a lot of situations in the past, especially during their short vacation in London, where Pharah could have sworn that Mercy had been flirting with her, or checking her out or, letting her eyes wander down her neckline. Things usually not done by someone with no interest in the other person. There would be a time and a place where they could discuss this.
But not now, as Fareeha was interrupted in her thoughts by Angela coming back with a syringe in her hand, containing a clear liquid.
Dr. Ziegler smiled at her patient and approached the glass desk opposite to the treatment couch. She sat down and a blue holographic interface appeared in the air in front of Mercy. She placed the syringe on the glass surface before the computer apparently detected the item, framed it in a blue circle and started projecting lots of complicated additional data into the air. It was all double dutch to Fareeha, but the doctor obviously had little problem to understand.
"I'm adjusting the probes to your genetic profile and before removing any restrictions I placed on them in the past. Then I'll change their mode from a support role to a control unit, which will allow them to clone their programming into all the nanoprobes you already have in your system. If I inject them, we'll be done already." Mercy commented, while she was moving parts of command code with her hands into the interface connected to the probes. She had spent years to perfect her modular system, but ever since it actually worked flawlessly, it had been saving so much time. She could configure the most complex tasks for her probes in very little time. Setting them back to their original functionality, to prevent any damage to the host and keep it alive for as long as possible, was even easier. "There, all done." She said, picking up the syringe and turning to Fareeha.
The other woman knew that routine already, she brushed her hair with her trademark braids out of the way and tilted her head to the side, giving Mercy easy access to her neck. The doctor placed the syringe on the artery and was about to push it through the skin, when she hesitated for a moment.
"And you're absolutely-"
"Just do it, Angela. I'm sure"
"Alright." Mercy said, pushing the syringe into Fareeha's neck and slowly pressing the clear liquid with nanoprobes into her bloodstream. "If you experience a heightened appetite in the next few days, that's perfectly normal. The probes need material to set up their ecosystem inside you. Don't worry, you won't feel anything."
"Mhm, that's fine." Fareeha replied, waiting for Mercy to pull the syringe out of her neck. This part was always her least favorite and for some reason so much worse than sticking the needle in. It was probably the way she always feared the needle would pull a little bit of her flesh out with it. A completely ridiculous thought, she knew that, but it still felt like that.
Mercy pulled the syringe out of Fareeha's neck and placed a little piece of dressing against the tiny wound, gently pressing it against the caramel colored skin. Warm and with the beat of a strong heart underneath. Mercy looked up to find Fareeha's intense eyes looking at her. Not only looking, but almost staring with a glister in them. From one moment to the next she became acutely aware of how close they were. Suddenly a task Dr. Ziegler had done thousands of times before had lost all its professionalism. She wanted to pull her hand back from Phara's neck, but the other woman was faster, placing her own hand on top of Mercy's, keeping it where it was and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Now you won't outlive everyone." She smiled shakily "I'll always be at your side." Fareeha had whispered the addition before she could even think about it, implying so much more than she wanted to initially.
Angela noticed how Fareeha's eyes drifted toward her mouth, how her expression turned hungry and longing.
Pharah had no idea what she was doing. She suddenly leaned forward the few centimeters still separating Mercy and herself and ever so tenderly placed her lips on top of Mercy's, barely breathing a kiss onto the other woman's mouth. It was the most chaste of pecks, but it was there.
And to Fareeha's infinite horror, it wasn't returned. Mercy turned into a statue, frozen in place. A gorgeous, breathtakingly made marble statue, but a statue none the less. She jerked her head back, the very image of regret and rejection written on her face.
"I'm... I'm sorry! Sorry! I don't know what just came over me, it was just, I... I didn't mean, I just thought..." she stammered, frantically trying to come up with something, anything to get their friendship out of that situation undamaged, but knowing that ship had already sunken. "Listen we-"
Her apologizing was cut short by Mercy snapping out of her stupor and grabbing Fareeha's shoulders to bring them forward, crashing her lips against Pharah's with force. It wasn't light at all, but needy and demanding and Angela didn't wait long to start licking over Fareeha's lips with her tongue. A request for entrance which was easily granted, tongue slipping into the Egyptian's mouth, savoring her taste and wrestling for dominance with their tongues.
They broke apart, panting and hot.
"Well, I meant it." Angela managed, looking into Fareeha's eyes, stroking a strand of hair out of the way. "I wanted to do this for so long. But I never thought-"
"Me too..." Fareeha breathed, not believing this was truly happening and pulled Mercy down onto the examination couch with her for some more intense snogging. There was a realistic chance that Fareeha's heart has never beaten faster or with more excitement anytime before, she felt the intense heat radiating off Mercy's body and through her clothes and it was driving her nuts. Her perfume was in her nose and the sensation of Angela's moist lips and tongue pressed to hers was overloading Fareeha's brain with fireworks. She wanted more, needed more, too long did she wait for this to hold back now. Her limps felt heavy when she grabbed on Mercy's white coat, tugging on it and trying to pull it down.
Sucking Mercy's lower lip into her mouth and carefully biting down on it, Fareeha was delighted by the whimpering moan which escaped the doctor. She used this moment to pull the annoying coat off from Angela's body, an action the doctor willingly made even easier, by letting her hands off Fareeha for a moment. The fabric fell to the ground and Pharah wrapped her muscular arms around Mercy's slender waist. The form fitting blouse and black pencil skirt Angela was wearing underneath showed just how great of a figure the doctor had and Fareeha didn't waste a second to let her hands explore those absolutely perfect curves, before she grabbed Mercy and turned them around, pinning the doctor underneath her body.
Angela moaned, reaching up into Pharah's hair and pulling her face down to hers.
"So aggressive all of a sudden, hmm?" Mercy moaned, letting her hands slide over Fareeha's arms and finally resting them on her hips where she started pulling the other woman's shirt out of her pants.
Fareeha pulled her head back a little "Too fast?" she asked with the slightest bit of hesitation suddenly in her voice. By that time Mercy had already pulled the shirt out and let her hands run over the hot and overly sensitive skin underneath. She leaned up and licked down Fareeha's jawline, sucking hard at the pulse point on her neck before nibbling her way up to the earlobe.
"You decide, Liebes~" she purred throatily, while undoing the bra underneath Pharah's shirt with a snap of her fingers.
"Fuck, you're driving me wild." Fareeha moaned, feeling Angela's hands move on her skin, and cupping her breasts. She was sure that she couldn't form even a single straight thought anymore. Her head was filled with Mercy, lying in front of her with lusty blue eyes, her hands roaming over her hot body. She could literally taste the other woman, despite not kissing her any more. A fact she needed to change immediately.
Plunging back down onto Angela, Fareeha kissed and licked down her partner's neck and in between the few open buttons of her blouse while simultaneously undoing the piece of clothing. Opening it up button by button was giving her so much more skin to kiss and Fareeha made sure not to miss even the smallest spot. She was so caught up in the process that she couldn't even recall when Mercy had put up her knee a little in between the other woman's legs. It didn't matter, for Pharah soon found herself grinding against Angela's leg, desperately searching for friction.
One was leading to the other in their hasty exploration of the other's body. Hot moans and gasps filled the small room and both doctor and patient were completely lost in the sensation. Mercy felt how Fareeha slipped a hand up her thigh and underneath her skirt, so she spread her legs apart for the other woman. She also grabbed the hem of Fareeha's jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. The Egyptian had been wearing tight jeans, so when Mercy pulled them down she tore her panties down with them. Not that Fareeha had any inclination to complain. The sudden cold gush of air against the arousal between her legs made her suck in a sharp breath, clearing her mind briefly enough to process that all this was actually happening. She was on top her life-long crush, who was lying underneath her with her shirt opened and hanging to the sides and both skirt and bra pulled up, exposing so much of the doctor's light and pale skin, together with full breasts and perky nipples. The outfits Mercy usually wore didn't do the true size of her breasts justice. They were amazing.
"Don't stare..." Angela complained squirming a little under Fareeha's gaze and sporting the most adorable little blush on her cheeks. Pharah bent forward, cupping her lover's breasts in her hands and kissing her hard.
"You're even more perfect than I ever imagined" she told her with such blatant honesty, Mercy could only blush even more.
"I'm an old woman..." Mercy moaned, but Fareeha stared at her.
"You're a goddess" she told her. "I always thought so."
"F-Fareeha..." Mercy tried, not knowing what to do or say. She felt so vulnerable and exposed and at the same time the arousal was driving her crazy. She was thinking some pretty explicit things right now and was also acutely aware of just how good Fareeha's body looked with her shirt pulled up and her pants pulled down. Her perfectly toned belly was absolutely breathtaking and now that Mercy could see everything of Fareeha and allowed herself to really look, she also noticed the small tattoo of an Ankh on Pharah's mound of Venus. It was giving her crazy ideas.
"I want you." Fareeha moaned with a needy expression.
Mercy could only stare and pull her closer, hot naked skin touched hot naked skin and it was almost like electric sparks were flying between them. "Take me then." Angela allowed "Make me yours." And with that Fareeha didn't hold back anymore. She slid down on Mercy's body, leaving a trail of hot and wet kisses in her wake before she reached her destination between the doctors legs. Pulling her white and completely drenched panties to the side Fareeha was overwhelmed by the scent. She took a deep breath savoring it to the fullest. It smelled amazing and Angela's arousal was so obvious. She let her fingers glide over the neatly trimmed triangle of blonde hair, eliciting yet another moan from Mercy. She couldn't tease her any longer so Fareeha did what she wanted to do for so long and placed a kiss on Angela's other lips.
The doctor was in heaven, her nervous system hyper sensitive and arousal filling every fiber of her body. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Fareeha was working her magic. She buried her hands in her lover's thick black hair, pulling her closer. Angela couldn't remember a minute in her life where she felt better than right in that moment.
That moment, however, didn't last very long. As Mercy could already feel the buildup of her impending release, the familiar tightness in her body increasing and the muscles starting to tense up more and more, Angela had to see how someone opened the door into the examination room.
She was frozen in place, unable to say or react in any way as she saw a familiar person walk into the room.
Widowmaker.
The former Talon assassin made it two steps into the room, before she stopped, looking at a Mercy in very much improper state of clothing, and a not much better, in fact even worse, Fareeha.
She perked up an eyebrow before she started laughing. Or maybe more chuckling in that evil way of hers.
Fareeha's head shot up from in between Mercy's legs spinning around and staring at the newcomer, her mouth still obviously very wet.
"It's... It's..." Pharah tried, but nothing came to mind.
Widowmaker just grinned devilishly, the mischief written clearly on her face. "Oh, it is exactly what it looks like, chouchou." She stated fixing Mercy with an icy stare. "How could you do this? She is your patient! Abusing her trust like that, I really thought you'd be better than this, Angela."
Mercy's mouth opened and closed without any sound coming out. She felt her cheeks burning up in shame as she tried to avoid feeling guilty. It wasn't what happened. It wasn't how things went. Were they? Heavens above, Widowmaker's deadly glare was almost painful on her skin. But then it changed and the corners of Amélie's lips perked up into a teasing smile.
"Took you two long enough." She giggled as she turned around again "I'll leave you two to it. Maybe lock the door next time? Just an idea there. Actually, your own idea, if I remember correctly. You get what you give, right?" Widowmaker halted in her movement as if she just remembered the reason she was here in the first place. "Oh, before I forget it. Angela, the Commander wants to talk to you."
"Jetzt?" Mercy blurted and Widowmaker just rolled her eyes. She couldn't honestly say that she'd be amused to leave if the situations were to be reversed.
"I'll tell him you're busy at the moment and that you'll swing by later, oui?" she offered.
"Uhm, yeah... thank you."
"Good." She nodded, making her long purple hair wiggle a little. "Now you better get back to work, chérie, that woman looks like she's about to explode." Widowmaker grinned, cheekily winking at Mercy over her shoulder, before she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
There was a long, heavy moment of silence in the room where both women sat next to each other, the reality of what they had been doing dawning on both of them as they took in their state of undress.
"I deserved that." Angela finally said.
"Hu?" Pharah frowned with a confused expression. Why would Mercy deserve Widowmaker being her usual mean self? Widow just did things like this to enjoy herself, not to get back at someone. And surely not Angela.
"I walked in on Amélie and Lena so many times, I definitely deserved that."
"You walked in on them?"
"Too often. And most of the time I had to chew them out, because I was embarrassed. In my defense, they did get it on in places they shouldn't have. Like prison cells and hospital beds..."
"Oh... I see." Fareeha said awkwardly. Well, maybe it was a little bit of deserved payback after all. "Sooo..."
"Go and lock the door, Fareeha." Mercy said sitting up and unzipping her skirt. "And then you better finish what you started." She added with a naughty smirk while stripping off her soaked panties.
"Yes Ma'am!"
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"Done?"
-Hm? Yeah, done with this chapter
"Great, so you have time now?"
-What for?
"What for he asks. Patate, you don't ask a woman 'what for' when she asks for your time."
-True, but you're not just any woman, you're a devil in a woman's boy with a tendency to kill people, so excuse me if I ask what you have in mind.
"That hurt. I have tickets for the movies and thought you might enjoy..."
-I'll take you out do dinner before. Cmon.
Yeah, I will just stop excusing me for the update time. Here is the newest chapter, including some long promised and awaited Pharmercy.
Next time we'll try to progress the plot further and see if we can find out who the evil mastermind behind Talon is mwahaha.
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