mysteryrose
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Angela had been on a mission with the head scientist of Overwatch, Winston. They were studying some strange anomalies they had started to receive from an area of Norway. They had split up looking to find where the signal was strongest. Angela had triggered a sinkhole though, falling down her wing on her Valkyrie suit clipped on a rock snapping it off. The non armored parts getting small gashes in the clothing, until blackness. She couldn’t remember much, but when she finally started to come to, she felt a searing pain impacting her body, it felt as though her skin was on fire. It took a second for it to die down, her ears still ringing as she slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the artificial light source above her. Was she brought back to her office? Probably, Winston probably fixed her up. Her armor was still on, suffering scratches and dirt along the white, orange, and yellow plating. She forced to head to move, as she sat up, her face cringing in pain. She shook her head, why hadn’t her suit healed the wounds yet? The damage must’ve been terrible.. she stood up, her balance off by the weight of a mechanical wing on one side and not the other. She looked around strangely, this wasn’t... Overwatch, as a matter of fact she didn’t recognize this place at all.
