Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2016 9:51:22 GMT -5
Woah boy did I have to delete and re-write a bunch of cusswords for this.
So this story revolves around Overwatch. More specifically, Gabriel Reyes and his mission to defeat Talon.
Talon isn't happy with this.
CHAPTER 1
: Mission
What kinds of degenerates call themselves "Talon?" It's a big mess, he constantly got reports that extended Blackwatch’s goal. It was honestly the opposite of what he was expecting when he was given the title of Blackwatch Commander.
Gabriel leaned against the side of his car seat, chewing on his cigarette and trying to ignore how Ziegler was staring at him. Professional, assessing.
"I've got a lower weekly average than the rest of Blackwatch," he said finally, stubbing it out.
"It's still bad for your health!" she said gleefully. "I am more than willing to give you more pamphlets."
Gabe set down his Datapad to finally stare at her. With his forehead lowered, the light beamed down and missed his face; giving him a rather grim tone. He scoffed and flicked his cigarette out of the window next to him.
“Happy, Doc?”
“I am now, Gabriel.”
‘Conversations’ and health lectures like this constantly continued throughout the whole drive. Half of the time, he just stared at a sleeping Ana in a nearby seat. Wondering how in the world she managed to pull it off. Jesse, who was the one driving, chuckled with the frustration his commander was emanating. Serves him right for making his butt drive all these hours with rare, minimal breaks.
Oh, and Ana’s occasional car-sickness. Angela and Gabriel had to fight with her for what seemed an eternity to just get her to put the book down.
~~~~~
Finally, after so many hours, the vehicle stopped abruptly. The chime of the GPS rang, marking the arrival of their destination.
“Thank the Heavens above. We’re here!” Came a sigh from Jesse. Taking a moment to crack his neck and drop his head back on the leather seat and cover his face with his hands.
Gabe opened the door and looked out to check his surroundings before turning back to McCree.
“Right. This Talon base has been abandoned for what seems like months. According to a satellite near this station, there won’t be any danger other then what we can handle, if any. Go ahead and rest for a bit and you can catch back up with us.”
“We won’t be far! Don’t fret.” Zeigler added, grabbing her lanterns and exiting the car.
Gabriel nodded. It seemed only yesterday that Gabe had him handcuffed to the table, twirling the prisoner’s hat in front of McCree’s face and interrogating him about the fallen Deadlock Gang. Though Gabe didn’t get much out of it. He was having too much fun in the two’s battle of clever, witty retorts.
“You could at least give me my damn hat ya monster!”
“That’s it. I’m keeping him.” Gabe had mumbled to himself.
Gabe patted Jesse’s shoulder with sincere gratitude before awkwardly maneuvering himself out of the car to be joined with a stumbling Ana (who had just been woken up) and a beaming Mercy.
The Blackwatch commander sighed as he stared at his team. At least Jack wasn’t here. They had a bit of a fight about who should go due to the subject matter of the mission. In the end, Jack had stood his ground and said old members of Overwatch should go in his place since Gabe wouldn’t let him. (It was, after all, Blackwatch who made this mission happen in the first place.) Jack didn’t usually use his superiority over Gabe, but according to him, “At important times like these, mistakes could not be made.”
Oh, Gabriel would be pissed if he was going to be controlled by him. He brought his pupil McCree along the mission whether his “-Strike Commander” wanted or not. Jesse had to at least have some experience with what he trained for all these months-
“Gabriel, are you coming or not?” A thick Arabian accent interrupted his rambling thoughts. She always did.
Right. The mission.
The Blackwatch commander gave her an over-dramatic glare before snapping an extra shotgun in his belt and joining the group. He scanned the building and narrowed his eyes.
“Ana, look for a vantage point and check the perimeter inside just to be safe. Angela and I will wait for your permission to enter. Destroy any camera you can find.” Gabe commanded.
This was their very first mission where they had the upper hand on Talon. Blackwatch had been working their hardest with this case. Finally, after so many grueling, stressful days of research and investigations, they actually had something to work with. Everyone knew how important this was. Guessing from the team he was forcefully given to by Jack, this was intended to be a stealth mission.
Without question, Ana nodded in compliance; snatching her rifle from her back and clutching it in her arms. Her navy blue cloak disappeared as she rounded a corner.
Gabriel took this time to see how Angela was doing.
“You ready?”
Zeigler blinked and turned to face him. The lantern illuminating his face unintentionally made it dark and twisted.
“Not at all! But my staff is. I have your back.” She stated gleefully.
At least she was honest about it. Gabe let out a dry chuckle.
“Thanks.”
Suddenly, his earpiece vibrated and Ana’s quiet voice rang in his ear. “Gabriel, I am in position. It’s clear from my point of view. No cameras in sight.”
“Right. We’re moving in."
Snatching his gun behind his back, he opened the door and stepped inside. It was pitch black before Angela stepped in with her light source. He could hear the abrupt crackling of his boot on scattered paper. Angela quickly stepped over to place the lantern on a lab table and adjusted the brightness. Much better. Gabe took notice of the wall he was right about to walk into. Angela just stayed quiet as she took the chance to rummage through cabinet files.
Something fell from the ceiling, making a large ruckus of metal debris as it hit the floor and echoed around the walls of the room.
“Maldito-“ Yelped Gabriel, a barrel pointed right in the direction of Ana who was now visible in the lantern’s light.
“Watch your mouth.” She wheezed, slapping her knee and stepping away from the metal tray of tools. Gabe mumbled Spanish creatively under his breath and put away his shotgun.
He inhaled some air to scream how she was being so stupid on a mission like this, though stopped when brown eyes paused on the tray Ana had purposely landed on.
Clues were important. Anything was important.
What are scalpels and needles doing in a place like this? He nudged Ana, (harshly), showing her the scattered items. Her cheery expression quickly transformed. Her eyebrows furrowed as she leaned down to examine the utensils.
“Gabe . . why would they?” Ana bit her lip, studying the now rusted material.
“Psst! Gabriel, I require your assistance.” Came a low murmur from down the hall.
“Ana, come get me if you find anything else.”
She didn’t look up at him. “Understood.”
He turned and stepped over the tray to walk down the dark hallway. Gabe entered the room and stared at the extra lantern that Mercy had placed down.
“What do you nee-“
He had noticed the object sitting in the middle of the room.
Oh.
He stared, expressive worried eyes blinking at Zeigler.
“Human Experimentation.” She whispered, clutching her staff.
Gabe swallowed, slowly walking over to the torture chair. It had thick cuff-like bracelets that seemed to be for the use of needles. A tray identical to the one Ana had landed on sat a few feet in front of it, perched on a small table only this time, bottles of gas containers lined the tray.
“I’ve seen this before.” She confessed, now fumbling her fingers together.
“It’s a chair that is used on un-cooperative patients. I refused to use it when given the option a long time ago. A few months after it’s first release, they had an immediate callback. Too many complaints from patients and patient relatives alike.”
“I see Talon held onto it.”
Angela grew quiet.
Gabe breathed, feeling over the cuffs, which had obviously been grated over in an attempt to be set free. He wondered why holes were dotted at the forearms and shoulders when there was no vein to connect the shot with. How would you even connect a needle with a hole you can’t even see through?
“W-wait Reyes those cuffs aren’t used for needles! Do not press down on it!”
~~~~~
Ana searched the entire front end of the lobby. Frantically rummaging through file after file after file. Nothing except random check-ins and hard rive information concerning new technology in Talon’s inventory. Even though she slipped those little bits of files into her pocket, nothing truly useful could be gained from all this.
Was this whole trip a waste?
A knob at the main entrance door jiggled. Ana’s heart caught in her throat as she dove behind a bookshelf to grab her rifle. It would be better to just shoot the soldier down instead of him waking up and knowing the base had been sorted through. Why would a soldier even be at an old abandoned base? Maybe it was a trap set out for them? Maybe . .
Thoughts raced through her mind as she looked through her scope. Her forefinger pressing lightly around the trigger, ready to press full its weight.
She held her breath when boots clinked against the metal floor of the lobby.
A musical whistle sounded, echoing through the room as it filled it bounced from wall to wall.
Ana lowered her rifle when she saw the spurs that aligned the boot’s ends. It clinked against the tile with each of his steps. Only one person stupid enough would wear those cowboy boots in this day and age.
“You takin’ a nap? We’re kinda on a mission here.”
Getting up, Ana brushed off her cloak and put her knuckles on her hips.
“You scared me half to death! Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“Sorry mama.”
Ana growled, blowing a strand of hair from her face and crouched to pick up her rifle.
“You should be-“
There was a fallen computer chip by the scope of her sniper. With much surprise, Ana narrowed her eyes as she examined it. She must have made it fall onto the floor when she dove in to cower behind the bookshelf.
Screaming started from down the hallway, interrupting her thoughts.
“What in tarnation?” Murmured Jesse, already darting down the hallway.
Ana watched him leave before dropping the chip in her pocket and following pursuit.
~~~~~
Too late.
Gas filled his nostrils as they shot from the holes of the bracelets. Gabe would cuss Angela out later. He staggered back, stumbling over his feet as he used his palm to support himself against a counter. His lungs screamed and he held his neck with his other hand.
He was barely aware of his surroundings. Everything was a blur. Everything was . . he was . . so tired. His eyes felt like anvils.
He collapsed, though was caught by a strong figure. He was lifted up and supported by a shoulder, and then two.
Bells rang in his ears. Gabriel was barely aware of a Mercy holding his cheeks and yelling at him while he was rushed out.
The last thing he could remember was the fumbling of keys and cursing as Jesse rushed to start the car.
~~~~~~
Ana dabbed a wet cloth to Gabriel’s head while her other hand stroked through his curly short black hair. Angela had done all she could to stabilize him. Now it was just a matter of time.
At least they had come out with something useful from the mission. Ana felt the chip’s outline around her pocket with her fingers.
A sigh escaped her pale lips. She turned her attention back to Gabe’s head on her leg. She kept a bucket by Gabe’s mouth at all times as his body did all it could to reject the gas.
She could barely hear herself think as Angela tried to explain to a furious Jack what had happened.
