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[ Mercy wasn't recon. That much was obvious. Excelling in the fields of medical sciences and personally enlightening the humanities of the world with compassion and selflessness... she does something selfish for once. Something idiotic. King's Row was heavy with rain tonight. A downpour filled the brick roadways with puddles and the constant crashing of thunder were enough to send people inside for shelter.
Luckily, that's where bars came in.
Angela had hoped tailing this Soldier 76 would yield the results she hoped for. For the suspicions she prayed were true. It couldn't be Morrison... not with how cold he had been. Thus far, their paths only crossed briefly on the battlefield. Despite the glowing red visor, she yearns to see what lies beneath. Who lies beneath.
With a black plain umbrella keeping her dry, she's trying to follow the trail - the sound of screams and yells. Profanities and cracks of bones. As she exited the bar she last expected him to be (one that deals shady and moves weapons from their freezer to mercenaries), she didn't expect to finally catch him.
To see the bodies he drops to his feet. Five thugs were taken out, their faces bloodied and their bodies tired and sore. Whatever had happened, she sees a lurching Soldier over them and she calls out - ]
Hold on! Wait!
LOOK finding pictures is hard and then i get nervous. also crawls out of 4th of july hell
[76 knows he's being followed--that's an ability you just kind of pick up when you do what he does. The problem of the moment is that he's been a bit too distracted by other things to find out exactly who is on his tail. He tells himself he can take a moment after he finishes getting the intel he needs from the latest in a long string of gang operations.
They're louder than he'd like, but then again, they always are. This close to a bar, they'll attract unwanted attention, so he needs to be quick. Which he is, of course. Quick, with the brutal efficiency he's come to be known for. Violent enough to make a point; ensure that they're scared out of trying anything else in the near future. He never stays longer than he has to, but the sound of someone calling after him gives him pause.
76 knew he was being followed. He did not expect it to be someone he used to know, and he hopes that his moment of hesitation when he sees her doesn't betray something he can't afford to put in the open. Trying to get him to wait in the instant after he's taken down five heavily armed thugs is probably not the smartest thing someone could do.
Which means, on some level, she trusts that he's not going to deal with her the same way he dealt with the men currently unconscious (or perhaps worse) on the ground. It takes a significant effort on his part not to turn tail on the spot and run (he looks like he might), simply because of what's at risk if he lets her get any closer.]
Dangerous out here.
[Ever since catching wind of the recall, he's wondered in the back of his mind which ex-agents might try to track him down and when. He didn't exactly think it would be this. His voice is little more than a low growl, and he doesn't bother to mask the threat in it.]
[ For the most part, Angela was utterly 'harmless'. He can't see the Caduceus Blaster that's strapped against her holster underneath her ribs, but she's able to keep herself alive for the most part if things went to hell. She hopes not. Not with what she had been thought to uncover. It was a brutal scene - she could anticipate the manhours that would follow any surgeon to repair the battered men.
There was two ways this could go, she thinks, and she hates both of them. Coming to terms that this man truly was the ghost she had long since left behind or that he would willingly fight her. She pushes on among the downpour of rain on the streets, the puddles ruining her favorite pair of suede boots in the process. A small price to pay. ]
Is that all you have to say?
[ Her accent is heavy, a superiority that was hard to shake. She's hissing, vindictive in her own right. ]
Barking orders like you're some commander.
[ Did that strike a note? She's not sure, but as she holds tightly onto the hook of her umbrella, she looks for answers she likely wouldn't get. ]
You're wanted on multiple counts of terrorism and treason. Maybe it is time you stop making enemies.
[That is, apparently, all he has to say, though for all he looks like he's about to pivot on the spot and make an exit, he doesn't. If she's answered the recall and this is Winston sending her after him, he needs to know if that's the case--how much the ex-agents might be aware of. If this is just the first in an inevitable series of encounters. Getting what information he can out of Angela might be beneficial to him, but there's an equal amount of risk involved, being this close. He'll have to be careful.
His expression behind the mask is mostly inscrutable, the pinch in his eyebrows the only thing visible about it, but nothing changes when she spits that word at him. It's bait, he recognizes that much, and he's trained himself not to respond to any insinuations that he might be a dead man. He can't afford even the slightest reaction to something like that.
She's not saying anything he doesn't already know. She doesn't have to understand why he's doing what he's doing.]
Yeah? [76 makes a show of hefting the rifle.] You here on someone's authority?
[It's not out of the question that a vigilante with his eyes on Overwatch would recognize her, his words a reminder that the organization has no jurisdiction anywhere, if that's whose orders she's following.]
IF THIS IS...OK...
if this is ok... LAUGHS its great. HOPE THIS IS OK
Luckily, that's where bars came in.
Angela had hoped tailing this Soldier 76 would yield the results she hoped for. For the suspicions she prayed were true. It couldn't be Morrison... not with how cold he had been. Thus far, their paths only crossed briefly on the battlefield. Despite the glowing red visor, she yearns to see what lies beneath. Who lies beneath.
With a black plain umbrella keeping her dry, she's trying to follow the trail - the sound of screams and yells. Profanities and cracks of bones. As she exited the bar she last expected him to be (one that deals shady and moves weapons from their freezer to mercenaries), she didn't expect to finally catch him.
To see the bodies he drops to his feet. Five thugs were taken out, their faces bloodied and their bodies tired and sore. Whatever had happened, she sees a lurching Soldier over them and she calls out - ]
Hold on! Wait!
LOOK finding pictures is hard and then i get nervous. also crawls out of 4th of july hell
They're louder than he'd like, but then again, they always are. This close to a bar, they'll attract unwanted attention, so he needs to be quick. Which he is, of course. Quick, with the brutal efficiency he's come to be known for. Violent enough to make a point; ensure that they're scared out of trying anything else in the near future. He never stays longer than he has to, but the sound of someone calling after him gives him pause.
76 knew he was being followed. He did not expect it to be someone he used to know, and he hopes that his moment of hesitation when he sees her doesn't betray something he can't afford to put in the open. Trying to get him to wait in the instant after he's taken down five heavily armed thugs is probably not the smartest thing someone could do.
Which means, on some level, she trusts that he's not going to deal with her the same way he dealt with the men currently unconscious (or perhaps worse) on the ground. It takes a significant effort on his part not to turn tail on the spot and run (he looks like he might), simply because of what's at risk if he lets her get any closer.]
Dangerous out here.
[Ever since catching wind of the recall, he's wondered in the back of his mind which ex-agents might try to track him down and when. He didn't exactly think it would be this. His voice is little more than a low growl, and he doesn't bother to mask the threat in it.]
You should get inside.
oh my god calm down. its fine!
There was two ways this could go, she thinks, and she hates both of them. Coming to terms that this man truly was the ghost she had long since left behind or that he would willingly fight her. She pushes on among the downpour of rain on the streets, the puddles ruining her favorite pair of suede boots in the process. A small price to pay. ]
Is that all you have to say?
[ Her accent is heavy, a superiority that was hard to shake. She's hissing, vindictive in her own right. ]
Barking orders like you're some commander.
[ Did that strike a note? She's not sure, but as she holds tightly onto the hook of her umbrella, she looks for answers she likely wouldn't get. ]
You're wanted on multiple counts of terrorism and treason. Maybe it is time you stop making enemies.
no subject
His expression behind the mask is mostly inscrutable, the pinch in his eyebrows the only thing visible about it, but nothing changes when she spits that word at him. It's bait, he recognizes that much, and he's trained himself not to respond to any insinuations that he might be a dead man. He can't afford even the slightest reaction to something like that.
She's not saying anything he doesn't already know. She doesn't have to understand why he's doing what he's doing.]
Yeah? [76 makes a show of hefting the rifle.] You here on someone's authority?
[It's not out of the question that a vigilante with his eyes on Overwatch would recognize her, his words a reminder that the organization has no jurisdiction anywhere, if that's whose orders she's following.]