Fandom Overwatch: Talon's Grip

[Otakuyaki]

OOC | CS​

Philadelphia, America
0130; 30 August 2077
"Aileen..." Ana Amari stood over a female figure. Although it was now a dessicated husk, Ana could still remember the former life the corpse led, as the memorable intel agent who could dig anything out of whatever dirt she got her hands on. Aileen was one of their best, but her work was all behind the scenes. Chasing down Gabriel was proving difficult: he wasn't after them, he was after everyone else. Everyone else that had formerly looked up to her and Jack, and everyone else was now dropping like flies all around them.

"It looks like Aileen knew Gabriel was coming for her..." Ana's head turned to the sound of an opening zip and watched as a pistol and ammunition by the pounds drop out. Ana had never even seen Aileen with a gun... gods, how terrified she must have been.

"I didn't see anything outside." Ana slinged her rifle across her shoulder, "Gabriel's gotten away." Jack sighed contemptuously, and Ana could only peer outside the windows. Watching Jack like this back in Egypt was just as painful as when she was still the Captain, "At least we know where he's headed next."

"You're right." Jack got up on his feet with a deep breath. After tracking Gabriel's movements for months, they'd found a pattern in his targets. It was obvious, for sure, and most likely, Gabriel wanted them to keep on his trail. Gabriel was playing games with them, but for now they'll have to play along if they hope to save anyone, "Let's keep moving."

****

Cincinnati, America
0450, 30 August 2077
"I'm back!" A blue flash zipped through the door, right up to Winston's face, before she dumped a bunch of bananas and jars of peanut butter by the armful in front of him. After all, it wasn't like a monkey could waltz into a grocery store to get his daily fix.

"Lena. You should not encourage Winston to consume so much peanut butter. It has been twenty eight days and sixteen hours since his last cardio workout. A healthy mind is--"

"A healthy body... yes, Athena." Winston sighed as he decided to take her advice, pushing aside the jars and picking a banana to begin with. As much as he hated remaining in shape, Athena was right. Now that Overwatch was reforming... well, it was just him, Tracer, and Athena at the moment, but he was sure that more would come join them, and when that happens, Winston should really be more fit.

"Winston." Athena's symbol on her vessel blinked with her voice, and Winston turned his attention to her, "News of a murder has begun spreading on social media. The news have yet to report, but her identity has been leaked. It was Aileen Stoney." Winston stopped chewing for a moment, before he resumed, avoiding eye contact with Athena. She may have not had any eyes, but Winston knew what she was thinking, "Winston. It has barely been a day since the Reaper's last attack. His next venue is even closer to the last site of his attack. We do not have much time to pursue him."

"Yes, Athena." Winston stuffed the last bits of banana in between his cheeks before he got up, slinging the goods Tracer had bought into a bag. It was of utmost importance that they departed immediately, especially since the nearest target on Reaper's hit list was not someone they could afford to lose.

****

Washington, America
1250, 30 August 2077

Angela gazed down at her tablet, distractedly. Her eyes glossed over the names and agendas of the conference. Yes, she had agreed to be a part of the panel, and yes, she had some semblance of excitement for it(it was her job after all), but after being out in the field for a while, all she could wish for was just a little break. Why was it that all her breathers lasted only for a moment?

"Auugh..." Angela sighed, louder than she had wished to, loud enough to attract the odd glance of a passenger at least. Exiting the train cart, her heels clicked against the worn out tiles, and in the dark beneath the train, shadows lingered like a smothering cloud.

The Reaper has arrived.

No posty until its toasty
I'll tell you all when it's alright to reply​

 

[Otakuyaki]

Washington, America
1300, 30 August 2077

"Oh... I could use a breather..." Angela stopped before exiting the train station, looking at the map of the downtown area surrounding the station. It was quick to find the conference centre that was conveniently just across the street, but there was something she couldn't shake off. It felt as if something was breathing down her ne--

"Who's there!" Angela swivelled on her feet and raised her tablet as if she would smash down that precious thing on her assailant, but no one was there. Just a bunch of random strangers passing behind her who gave her strange looks for exclaiming like a madman. Perhaps her lack of sleep was finally getting to her. With a disgruntled and fatigued sigh, Angela lowered her arm, only to jerk it again. Her tablet had buzzed again. Another Overwatch transmission? Gods... there had been dozens just within the past few hours. She was done with Overwatch... it had been shut down for a reason. She couldn't possibly get herself involved again. She raised a finger, preparing to deny the transmission, but it wasn't from Overwatch. It was from Winston, personally.

Beep.

"No, Winston, I am not rejoining Overwatch."

"Then stay safe until you do, or at least until we get there." Angela raised an eyebrow at Winston. He sounded like he was huffing and constantly leaping, and the sounds of rushing wind made it difficult to hear him.

"Winston, what are you talking about? Why are you coming here! You're coming to an urban centre with your--reformiert... reformiert... you know? Reformed! With your reformed band of Overwatch?" Angela attempted to put emphasis on the ending, but it was hard to whisper an angered emphasis about a touchy subject with so many citizens around her and the whir of a train in the background, especially after she had just failed to muster a smooth sentence, "You're going to get yourself arrested! Don't tell me there's others you're dragging into this!"

"You should have listened to at least one of the transmissions! Listen, Angela! Keep running, the Reaper is coming right for you!"

"Okay, how 'bout this... I appreciate you looking out for me Winston, but everything is going fine. Overwatch was shut down for a reason, and you don't need to heed that reason again." ending the transmission, Angela quickly ran across the street to the conference centre, but the black shadows behind her couldn't be more restless.

QUICK! POST NOW WHILE IT'S TOASTY AND WARM​

 

[Sunbather]

So much violence, so much brute force...

Disgusting.

Today was an unusual experience for Miyu, clad in the most conservative and formal outfits she had worn in possibly her entire life. A camel trench coat, with a pencil skirt peeking out below it, her hasty steps echoed, thanks to her heels. The blonde hair in a tight bun without so much as a strand of hair standing out. Miyu leered at her reflection as she passed the window of a restaurants; she looked like a journalist on the prowl for the next big scoop.

Hah, how neat that she already had picked up her "subject of interest". It was an unusual day, really, even beyond her uncharacteristic get-up. Whereas she would usually receive a manila folder with information, or perhaps a hard drive with the nature of her mission (and, of course, a set percentage of her compensation in advance), she had to do the leg work for her latest mission all on her own. No payment, no backer, not anyone. No, today she was on the prowl because several dots connected in a way that basically forced her hand.

It was chance, really. It wasn't exactly a common thing to receive word on Overwatch's transmissions, not only because the agents of Overwatch were good at what they did, but because... Well, it shouldn't exist anymore. But after some well-deserved scepticism on Miyu's part, she eventually heard the audio file herself. Angela Ziegler was a respectable figure in a much less respectable world, that much she knew. It would be a noble deed to try and stop "Reaper" from harming her. And while Miyu liked to think of herself as the ethically-right, the vigilante hero Silkthread, another matter tugged at her heart strings much more than a simply urge to savekeep.

The mercenary, in that sense a kindred spirit, Reaper... But moreso Talon as a whole... The source of so much misery; if Miyu could stick it to them, she'd be more than happy to do so. But there was more than even that. Afterall, Talon, and by extension, Reaper, was at fault for not only the death of Gerade Lacroix, but for the corruption of his wife, Amélie. The beautiful, the graceful, the admirable Amélie. A role model for so many young girls, forced to serve the shadowy overlords of Talon, forced to abandon her personality, her lover, her sense of justice. The similarities in their paths seemed obvious. Hell, the woman was a dancer prior to the fateful day she was forced to betray Overwatch. Miyu couldn't deny that she admired Widowmaker for her many talents, but felt a sense of contempt for becoming a puppet of Talon.

Now, if the records are true, the woman known as Widowmaker wasn't usually far behind Reaper, and this is where Miyu smelled her opportunity to bury a personal grudge. If Overwatch was unwilling to punish their former alley properly, she'd have to do it herself. Oh, and save a kind-hearted doctor in the process. Speaking of...

"Miss Ziegler?!" Miyu squaled out without the trace of an accent. "It's such an honor to meet you! I was hoping to attend the panel later on. I've always admired your work, even the, uh..." She winked mischievously, "less legal deeds. Would... Oh gosh, I don't mean to be a bother, but would you allow me the honor of accompanying you to the conference?" Miyu giggled like a young girl, almost vibrating with glee. "I never dreamt of meeting my idol on the streets! I'm Miyu by the way! Miyu Kazehaya."

 

[LoneSniper87]

"Such a busy day..." Ryan had muttered to himself. And a busy day it had been at the conference center. People streaming into the building in incredulous numbers for the conference, and he had the job of directing everyone to where they needed to be before the thing actually started. He was assured he would get to enjoy the conference once it began, but all the same the task at hand was a bit intense.

He had been there since eleven, preparing the banquet as well as the area where the conference itself would be held. He wore his usual attire, a white 3/4 shirt, jeans, black shoes and black gloves. His armor and stuff were currently locked away, but he kept his Magnum tucked away in a holster, hidden by the shirt. He had just sat down to take a five minute break when he saw his mother quickly walk through the door, something seemingly bothering her. He quickly got up with a smile and jogged over to hug her.

"Hey Mo- err, Miss Ziegler, glad you could make it to the conference." He said, stopping himself from saying mom in such a public place, he didn't really know why himself. Formality, he guessed. "You look bothered, did something happen on the ride here?" He asked, quieter this time. She seriously look like something had happened that got to her, and the way she hurried in only ensured something was up.

 

[Otakuyaki]

Washington, America
1304, 30 August 2077

"Oh!" Angela cracked a small smile at a newly found fan( Sunbather ), "Thank you, for your admiration..." Angela's voice drifted off. It was odd for someone in her line of work to find an admirer like this.

"...even the, uh... less legal deeds." oh... Perhaps this one admired her for her involvement in the unsanctioned Overwatch missions, but as far as she was concerned, that was in the past, "Would you allow me the honour of accompanying you to the conference?" the girl was practically shaking with glee. Gosh, she must be really excited about what I do... It was heartwarming, frankly. No one was ever this excited about her recent breakthrough in organ development through stem cell differentiation and gelatinous medium cultures.

"I mean... I'm sure the conference would be to your liking." Angela replied as she continued to walk with Miyu in tow. On the other hand, her desire to come along might be problematic: the security might not let her in if she was not from a research clinic of any sort or even part of the RSVP list... Although perhaps she could come through with her through the staff section. It's been a while since she'd met any sort of admirer like Miyu, "Well, I suppose you could come along, but don't expect a seat amongst the crowd... I'd doubt you'd signed up for the conference if you'd only just met me impromptu."

"So tell me, Miyu," Angela walked through the entrance to the staff section with Miyu by her side. No one questioned what she was doing here, especially since she was accompanying one of the panel's prestigious personages, "What parts of my work did you find most admirable? I can understand admiring the social work I do in the war zones... but it's not healthy to admire the less than legal parts of my time in Overwatch." grabbing a styrofoam cup filled with coffee, Angela quickly downed the drink and pulled out a key, unlocking the staff locker the organisers had graciously given her for the day, "Personally, I would want those days behind me." Angela sighed as she stowed away her bag and kept only her tablet on her person, "I think here would be best." Angela brought Miyu to a corner in the staff section, where the door leading out was accompanied by a lonely window, "I don't think you can be out there on the floor while the conference goes on... security wouldn't allow anyone unseated to remain. After all, it's a professional conference, not a convention. But here, I think you can attend unnoticed... Oh, I just realised!" Angela quickly tore off the sticker on her pea coat, labelled "guest", "Perhaps it'd be better if you keep this on your person. I'll just say I'd lost mine... stickers are cheap after all, but what can they expect when their funds are all elsewhere?" Angela quipped as she approached the door and exited, only to be met by a pleasant surprise. It was a good sight to see her son( LoneSniper87 ), stressed, but in good health(naturally).

"Ah, don't worry about a thing Ryan." Angela returned the hug, "It's great to see you again, and for once, without someone hounding after the either of us." Angela could feel the magnum under his shirt as they hugged, and she only frowned slightly in disdain, "Ryan, what did I say about playing with firear--" Angela suddenly held back her words, Winston's words earlier were still fresh in her mind. Perhaps she ought to be earnest with her child, "Ryan... You know Winston?" Angela barely waited for a response before she continued, "He told me something troubling earlier... said the Reaper was coming." the doctor began to ponder over the threat of the Reaper. The more time passed, the more antsy she got. Could she alert the security as to the Reaper's coming? Security doubtfully had any more people to put on shift during the conference, but perhaps at least they'd keep their eyes peeled. Indeed, maybe the tip would be most reassuring, "Ryan, do you know where the manager for the security is?"

****

Washington, America
1306, 30 August 2077

A indian female with blue neural transmitters around her head prowled the roof, peering over the edge to see two lone security guards, patrolling the corner of the conference centre. If it was only two, perhaps she could take them on alone... but her role right now was not to take anyone out. Jumping down from the roof onto a connecting walkway to the conference centre, the figure ran across it nimbly, keeping her figure low and out of sight from the security guards below.

"I'm in position." she quickly spoke, a finger on the transmitter in her ear as she climbed onto the curved roof of the conference centre, reaching the flat ventilation area. Aligning her fingers, she pulled them apart, revealing a series of intricate webs of light. Planes and shapes of blue curved and waxed as she weaved the light into a geometric shape, before deploying her creation.

"Teleporter, online. Come through, quickly." the figure stepped back as men dressed in black gear, armed with rifles, stepped through, clad in a unique, white mask with red lenses where the eyes would be.

"The target is Angela, Ziegler." a voice echoed throughout the transmitters of the group. A rough, gravelly voice with emphasis on the name, to be certain, and the sounds of cracking could be heard in the background, "Eliminate as few of the security as possible, and don't reveal yourselves until the plan has proceeded." the Reaper cracked the neck of another security guard as he finished his sentence, before he threw their dessicated corpses into the dumpster and disappeared back into the shadows, as quickly as he had come.

****

Washington, America
1305, 30 August 2077

"Oh shit, I'm really sorry!" Serena was beginning to fuss. Without her even knowing it, she had walked right into an omnic( Noivian ), who had knocked her head into the concrete and ended up dented in more than one spot. Was it the concrete or her that made those bumps? Well whatever it was, Serena was beginning to worry. She had received an Overwatch transmission from Winston calling for help from former Overwatch agents in the Washington area, but now she'd gone and landed herself in trouble with an omnic. And she was so close to arriving too!

"I didn't mean to run into you like that... sorry." Serena apologised distractedly, her gaze glancing from the omnic to the conference centre down the street, "Are you okay? Can you... uhm... fix these anyhow?" Serena awkwardly prodded one of the indents. If she could head on over to the conference centre without needing to worry about the omnic for now, that would be ideal.

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ryan smiled to find her mother was glad to see him, but it quickly dissipated as she tried scolding him for having his gun in him. He took a step back so it would be eaiser to hold a conversation with her(he personally didn't find being pressed against anyone good for talking). "You've mentioned Winston to me once or twice, yeah. He also sent me a message about exactly what you said. Can never come too prepared, yeah? My stuff is in my car, so in case the threat arises we can be there for everyone." He said quietly, looking around the room after he finished.

So now he knew the Reaper threat was no joke, and the reality of the situation wasn't good. Too many civilians to hold a sustained firefight, if he were to find them, they needed to be somewhere empty but with no line of sight for snipers. This wasn't good... "You have your stuff, right mom? I hope you do..." He asked, his stress turning more into worry for her. "Security is down that hall, second door on the right is where the security room is." He said, turning 90 degrees to point down a hallway.

"So who are you, miss?" He asked the woman who had accompanied his mom, giving her an odd stare as she noticed the guest sticker and then remembered how her mom lacked one. He sighed and sat back down in a chair, a grin appearent on his face. "Always the generous one, isn't she?" He asked. "Ryan Ziegler, you?" He then asked, leaning forward and entending a hand.

Otakuyaki Sunbather

 

[Noivian]

Bird was seeing stars. Was that the right expression? The small omnic didn't know for sure, but that was what seemed to be accurate. The most noticeable dent was in the back of the casing of her head. She figured it might have bumped a few wires associated with her vision a bit loose, given the slight hallucination with the world seeming to spin and bright flashes of light. "I'm fine," Bird responded, but her synthetic voice cracked and wavered, perhaps signifying a loose wire or two there as well. She was indeed not fine, but she didn't have the means to fix herself apart from waiting for the wires to be reattached via some machinery within her body. Truth be told, Bird knew so little about her own workings... but that, she supposed, just came from spending time in it, a thing that Bird hadn't really focused on much. Perhaps that was what the monks meant about mindfulness?

Bird tapped at the dents around her face plate. She had taken quite the fall, but really it was her own fault for moving so fast to begin with. Bird had been distracted, excited. To finally be somewhere other than that stuffy monastery in Nepal... the sights, the sounds of D.C. got her caught up in something of a fantasy. But back to the topic at hand - these dents were problematic. They'd keep her internals from fixing themselves properly if she didn't get them ironed out within the day, perhaps. But the problem is she'd probably have to get a professional to look at and fix it. "I... might need some work done," she stated simply, out of options and not knowing what to do. "I can't fix this myself, but I don't have the money to do it, either... I hate to be a burden, but can I ask for your help?" Bird asked, looking up to the person she had run into.

Otakuyaki

 

[DanDanDan]

Sago was glad to be back in his element after such a long while of living like an animal. There was nothing like a good presentation to put his mind at ease and switch to pure learning-mode, and then easily moving on to discussion-mode. While his specialty was in genetic engineering, he had frequently thought of using nanotechnology to facilitate the time-tested CRISPR method, however when locked in his job in Lumerico, it was deemed too experimental. The company's main goal was profit, after all. The negative, though, was this trek toward the convention center. He supposed after the many years of wild fashion trends and varied-sized omnics being the norm that maybe he would be able walk through without drawing too much attention to himself. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

The mutant arm was partially dragged, partially carried through the crowded city followed by many confused expressions and unnerved gazes. Sago was initially insecure about it, but quickly came to terms that this was just how he was now, and that there was no changing it. He might as well just surge the embarrassment and get it over with. That didn't stop him from mapping out the least-populated places of the city beforehand, of course. Being a city, even the supposedly "quiet" pathways had many people sauntering by. Sago was more than happy to round a corner to see the magnificent conference hall. He smiled to himself; even with this mutant arm he felt like attending this conference would get him in touch with the person he was before the arm. The notion quickly flitted away when he heard something mechanical being built nearby. He was about to chalk it up to just a passing omnic when he heard some muffled choking. He remembered the ominous message Winston had sent out to former members of Overwatch about the next target- could this be related to that?

Sago peered into an alley as stealthily as he could with the cumbersome arm. The only thing he managed to see was a fading black mist heading in a different direction. Again Sago wasn't sure if what he actually saw was real, but he knew better than to take chances, especially if someone's life was on the line. From his bag he took out his tablet and leaned it on his right hand so that he could type out a message to Dr. Angela Ziegler, hoping she could use this knowledge to properly prepare.

 

[Assailant]

Shade looked around dutifully at the assembled mass of people. He didn't know a ton about this conference, only that it was a medical conference of some kind. He'd taken a brief look at the list of speakers so that he knew how high-end it would be: after all, the more important speakers there are, the more likely it was that someone would attack. On the list, he'd spotted one Angela Ziegler. This had him somewhat tense, as he knew that former Overwatch members were being picked off. He might stop by and talk to her at some point though... though his mission was always number one priority.

As he thought about that, he passively fingered his communicator. The Overwatch reestablishment call had been on his mind for quite some time. He had long considered joining back in, and he was always tempted to do so... he wanted to help all people, not just one specific type of people... yet every time he thought about it, he decided to just keep doing what he was doing. Even still, he feared the day he was one day assigned to take out an Overwatch agent. He may have spent most of his time in the Blackwatch division, but he still liked most Overwatch people.

Thinking on that caused him to hesitate in seeing Angela again. He hadn't kept up to date on who had actually taken Winston up on his offer, and if she was one of them, she might try to convince him to join them... doing so might just make him to change his mind.

"You alright there?" The words shook him out of his thought as he looked over to see the other man assigned to his mission. David was a friend of his, so Shade found himself glad that they were on the same mission together. Operations must have found that they work well together. "All good, Max?"

"Yeah." Shade nodded his head, and David looked down at the communicator. It didn't take long for him to put it together.

"Still thinking about the Overwatch thing?" Other than his higher ups, David was one of the only people who knew about Shade's previous membership in Overwatch, and Max had told him about the offer to rejoin. Blackwatch was generally pretty secretive with this stuff, and most people just assumed that Max's augments that made him Shade were simply the product of some underground military project. "I know it must be tempting, but you've gotta consider what-"

"Can we talk about this later?" Shade said as he took his hand off his communicator and looked over to the medical officer they were escorting, a Mrs. Kaylee Gunther. "We have a mission right now." David pursed his lips and sighed, but nodded.

"Right," David said. They continued on.

 

[Otakuyaki]

Bird was seeing stars. Was that the right expression? The small omnic didn't know for sure, but that was what seemed to be accurate. The most noticeable dent was in the back of the casing of her head. She figured it might have bumped a few wires associated with her vision a bit loose, given the slight hallucination with the world seeming to spin and bright flashes of light. "I'm fine," Bird responded, but her synthetic voice cracked and wavered, perhaps signifying a loose wire or two there as well. She was indeed not fine, but she didn't have the means to fix herself apart from waiting for the wires to be reattached via some machinery within her body. Truth be told, Bird knew so little about her own workings... but that, she supposed, just came from spending time in it, a thing that Bird hadn't really focused on much. Perhaps that was what the monks meant about mindfulness?

Bird tapped at the dents around her face plate. She had taken quite the fall, but really it was her own fault for moving so fast to begin with. Bird had been distracted, excited. To finally be somewhere other than that stuffy monastery in Nepal... the sights, the sounds of D.C. got her caught up in something of a fantasy. But back to the topic at hand - these dents were problematic. They'd keep her internals from fixing themselves properly if she didn't get them ironed out within the day, perhaps. But the problem is she'd probably have to get a professional to look at and fix it. "I... might need some work done," she stated simply, out of options and not knowing what to do. "I can't fix this myself, but I don't have the money to do it, either... I hate to be a burden, but can I ask for your help?" Bird asked, looking up to the person she had run into.

Otakuyaki

Washington, America
1306, 30 August 2077

"Oh... oh man." Serena was growing increasingly anxious by the moment as her eyes glanced from Bird to the conference centre. It was so close, yet so far! Just then, something caught her eye. It was green and hulking, and looked quite monstrous. Was that the Reaper? A sudden pang of urgency suddenly hit Serena, and it almost jolted her to move before she remembered the omnic. Oh, if only she'd brought some cash, but spare change probably would not have been enough for what she needed anyway, "Okay, you know what? I'll help you, but after we do something important." Serena glanced back at the conference centre, at the man with the monstrous, green appendage suspiciously peering in the back of the alleyway, "That a deal?"

****

Washington, America
1308, 30 August 2077

"Good afternoon, everyone!" the speakers boomed with the coordinator's voice, interrupting the bustling staff and conversing attendees, "The panel will begin in a moment--" the panelists took their seats just as he said this, "Anyone who hasn't been seated yet, please do so quickly. We will be opening up with a presentation from our first afternoon panelist: Dr. Angela Ziegler." a soft round of clapping went around the crowd as Angela got up from her seat beside the panelists and came to the forefront. The doctor looked to the screen on the wall to her left, checking that the appropriate table was on it. The eyes among the crowd were mostly focused on the screen... good. Nothing suspicious stood out from the crowd, either. Her tablet buzzed in her hands again... a message from Dr. Cartagena? She hadn't heard from him in a while, but she couldn't open the message right now. Right now, she had a presentation to commit to.

****

Washington, America
1310, 30 August 2077

"In position."

Without any warning, his partner dropped to the ground beside him. Something like quick zip had flitted past him in an instant. A silenced gun? Where did it fire from? Where could he ru--

The guard dropped quickly, and the talon operative quickly prowled to the door, replacing the pistol with the silencer in its holster and grabbing the rifle from his back, "The eastern exit is clear of guards. I've reached my position."

"Good." the Reaper's gravelly voice scratched through the transmitter. Black smog sifted through the vents, watching the conference from a corner of the seminar room, "We'll take out the remainder of the security, understood? And Zach, be ready to use your zone the moment someone arrives to greet us."

"Naturally." a voice, heavy with an indian accent, yet smooth as honey, sounded through the transmitter.

"Then we'll do this right now... on the count of three: one, two--"

****

Washington, America
1310, 30 August 2077

"And with the introduction of new rapid stem cell differentiation, even regaining completely motor function with a replacement limb is a possibility. By effectively maintaining optimal recovery environment via radiative trea--"

"Aaaagh!" Angela's words immediately got caught in her mouth as she looked up from the crowd right in front of her. Where had that come from? It took the heavy sound of a body, dropping to the floor, to get Angela's attention.

"Ah-are you alright?" Angela immediately pushed away the microphone, only for something to roughly grab her by the arm. Black smog had suddenly arisen from the vent under the screen, and the Reaper was right behind her.

"Well doc... aren't you glad to see me?"

****

Washington, America
1310, 30 August 2077

"We're almost there! Don't tire out just yet!"

"Easy for you to say..." Winston was heaving and puffing. It had been a while since he'd had to exert himself like this. Leaping from building to building, Lena and Athena were ahead of him. How easy it must have been for them! They could just blink and float wherever they wanted.

"I'm going in fir-- oomph!" Lena's voice was suddenly met with what sounded like a face smacking into glass. Taken aback, the time-jumping girl suddenly disappeared, recalling back to the rooftop she had been on only moments ago, only to narrowly dodge a moving barrier. Wait... a barrier?

"Denied." an indian figure suddenly stepped forth, planting a stiletto into the roof of the convention centre. She was of a thin frame, her thick curls of unnatural silver framed her splendid face, but even more unusual was her shawl. It was a shawl, blue and ephemeral, but it was entirely composed of hard light, and instead of a smooth, curving surface, it had the texture of an interwoven net of shapes.

"Who the heck are you?" Lena blurted as Athena caught up, "You know what? Never mind, and step aside."

"Oh, you don't get it yet?" the indian figure tutted her tongue, treating Lena as a child, "I'm saying you won't be taking any closer steps, my dearies."

 

[LoneSniper87]

The presentation had finally begun, and he was glad that so far nothing had gone wrong. He had been ignored by the girl who came with his mother, but he didn't mind all that much. He walked into the room where there were holding everyone with a slight smile as his mother went up to speak. When Ryan saw the body drop he knew this wouldn't end well, he quickly rushed out of the room and out to his car, grabbing the duffle inside and running back in to suit up.

Once he got his stuff he came back in to see Reaper there, and he scowled. "Get out of here, Reaper! You won't be able to complete your mission on my watch!" He shouted, pulling out his revolver and firing a few shots at Reaper. He then ushered everyone out of the room with an emprty hand, then took aim once more. "I don't frankly care why you decided to pay dear old Mercy a visit, but you will not be leaing here successful." He said.

 

[Assailant]

Shade had been waiting along with the panelists, seeing as his escort was one of them, when suddenly everything seemed to happen at once. As Shade looked out on the presentation, the Reaper suddenly appeared, grabbing Ziegler. He ran from backstage and launched a flurry of fast-paced strikes at him, taking care to avoid hitting the doctor.

 

[Noivian]

Shifting her attention in the direction Serena was looking, Bird's lights flickered in something of a blink. "I guess...?" the small omnic responded, looking back to the taller human. "What do we need to do?" Bird wasn't confident in her abilities to help out Serena in whatever she needed help with, but she supposed that helping out a random stranger was only fair when said stranger was going to help her get the work done on her that she needed. Though that was also rather up in the air - as far as Bird knew, no mechanic had really worked on prototype omnics before. Then again, Bird knew very little of the outside world. She only knew what the Shambali monks told her before she left to help her get by.

Otakuyaki

 

[Otakuyaki]

Shade had been waiting along with the panelists, seeing as his escort was one of them, when suddenly everything seemed to happen at once. As Shade looked out on the presentation, the Reaper suddenly appeared, grabbing Ziegler. He ran from backstage and launched a flurry of fast-paced strikes at him, taking care to avoid hitting the doctor.

"Hasty, are we?" the Reaper watched as the crowd went into disarray, shocked at their sudden appearance. Well, they could only enjoy the show, "So Angela? It's a reunion long overdue... Anything to sa--auugh!" the Reaper immediately recoiled as black wisps coiled off his shoulder, reeling away from a direct hit from something akin to a cyborg, "Shade? Glad to see you again..." the Reaper stepped backwards to dodge whatever punches he could while he pulled two shotguns out of his pockets, "What a day... two former Overwatch members, gathered right before me." despite the gravelly voice, anyone within earshot could tell the tinge of delight in Reaper's voice.

"Open fire." the Reaper commanded. The talon operatives needn't look at each other, or even Reaper to acknowledge the order. They simply opened fire on the crowd, killing a few before their fire suddenly ceased.

"Get out of here, Reaper! You won't be able to complete your mission on my watch!" taken aback by the sudden appearance of Ryan Ziegler, and Angela's eyes widened at the arrival of her son. A mixture of fear and appreciation for her son's arrival roiled in her stomach as she reached for her tablet, but under the the newfound weight of Reaper's boots, the tablet suddenly cracked apart, no longer functional.

"You've got enough friends here... we won't need anymore, right, Zach?" ( Assailant LoneSniper87 )

****

Blink after blink, Tracer was just racing from rooftop to rooftop in an attempt to outmaneuver the indian combatant. Having just blinked three rooftops away, there was hardly any way that her opponent could catch up to her.

"Winston, I'm going ahead!" Tracer shouted at the other two as the monkey leaped at the figure, only to smash into a moving barrier she had just conjured, "I'll see you inside!"

"We won't need anymore, right, Zach?" the voice came through the transmitter loud and clear. Had the operation begun? In that case, there was no holding back to keep these miscreants at bay.

"Oh no, you don't!" with a quick snap, the hard-light warrior created a circle of light around herself that quickly expanded to include Winston, Tracer and Athena, "Zone: successfully established..." in a bright flash of light, the circle disappeared, and Tracer blinked towards the conference centre, only to crash into something transparent.

"Oomf! Huh?" Tracer took a few steps back, shaking her head. What was that? Tracer pulled out her pistols and abruptly fired vaguely in front of her, and true enough: the faintest of lights blocked her bullets. It was a transparent hard-light barrier, and all three of them had been trapped in it with this stranger.

"Didn't I make it quite clear?" the figure sent another barrier flying in the direction of Tracer, who narrowly missed it. Was it a shield? That hard-light was so uncharacteristically hard, those barriers may as well be battering rams!

"You won't be getting anywhere near the conference centre."

"Release us!" a voice crashed in from above, and Winston smashed a fist at the figure before brandishing a barrier, "Right now!" the female combatant merely glanced at the barrier for a moment, before her shawl twisted into a beam, drilling away at the barrier. Drilling? It was as if the barrier itself was softening and melting under the beam, "Wha-- Get away!" the monkey sent an arm flying at her, smacking her away and narrowly leaving his barrier intact as a sunken and soft bubble.

"Huh..." she smiled, "Sorry, dearest... but this match-up really is quite unfortunate."

****

"Well... it's about time." the Reaper heard the sounds of Zachary's zone activating outside, and he turned his attention to Shade and the newly arrived Ryan Ziegler, who was now trying to ensure the crowd's safety while keeping Reaper distracted with shots from his magnum, "I don't think so..." Reaper suddenly turned his shotguns at the crowd and indiscriminately fired. Much of the crowd escaped, leaving only a few... unfortunate ones behind. Reaper threw away his empty shotguns before being hit by another punch from Shade. Hacking at the blow, the Reaper suddenly dissolved into a black smog, drifting towards a corpse before reforming. The corpse had dessicated in contact with the Reaper, and he fished out two new shotguns, rejuvenated once more.

"How about we settle this now, Shade?" he pointed both shotguns at Shade and pulled the triggers, before suddenly pointing the gun at Angela, who was running to cover, and fired a shot at her. Shells peppered her arm and side as she got behind cover, albeit barely. Although she was just outside of Reaper's lethal range, she still took more damage than she had liked to. Watching Angela return behind cover, the Reaper decided immediately to return his focus to both Shade and Ryan, who were coming at him from two angles.

****

"Um... I'll just need you to follow me for a quick moment." Serena mumbled absent-mindedly as she began leading Bird towards the conference centre, catching up to the figure with the monstrous green arm, "Stay back a bit... It might get dangerous..." Serena pulled out a blunt, metallic weapon that was strapped to her back, and the edges suddenly lit up as the plasma kicked in, the weapon now resembling a chainsaw, "It's over, Reaper! Step away from the conference centre!"( DanDanDan Noivian )

 

[DanDanDan]

After sending the message of warning, Sago continued his goal to enter the conference center. Sadly he'd have to enter through the front so despite his back-ways travel of course he'd have to face the brunt of the usual crowd anyway. He was about to reach the entrance area when he was suddenly stopped by a towering, well-muscled woman. If her confident and imposing stature weren't intimidating enough, the weapon she wielded had Sago tripping on his own mutant arm, stumbling away from the path. Instinctive reflex had him raising his left arm in defense, but the initial shock gave way to confusion once he heard what he had accused him of. "Reaper? You really think a guy with an arm he could barely carry would carry such a title?" He said as his shoulders un-tensed. He spoke carefully and very formally, as if he were actively working to belittle his accent. His hand stayed up though- even though he was sure that this lady was horribly misguided he still certainly did not want to end up on her bad side.

Sudden shouts and people running emerged from the conference center. He was too far out to clearly hear the commotion began by the Reaper, but he knew something was definitely amiss. With a wry grin he said "Perhaps the true Reaper is already inside."

[ Otakuyaki ]

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ryan looked over as his mom took a hit, and he glared at Reaper as he reloaded, taking another shot at him, though it missed. He them chose to turn and glide over to his wounded mother, landed next to her softly as he crouched down. "You ok?" He asked her, risking a peek over the cover. "Look, I need to go help that man out there, take his, I think you know how to use it better than I do." He said after she had responded, setting down the staff next to her, then standing and running back out to face Reaper.

 

[Noivian]

Bird followed behind the stranger, curious and naive enough to actually follow. Her initial schedule for today lost, she kept behind Serena when she pulled out the plasma chainsaw, bu poked her head out from behind the large woman when the man in question stated that he could not possibly be Reaper. Who was the Reaper, anyways? Were they a bad guy? Bird wanted to ask these questions, but the situation was just a bit too tense in her opinion to do that properly. She wanted to chime in with her two cents, and state that a giant green arm didn't exactly fit into her mental image of what a reaper would look like, but instead kept quiet and observed the two of them.

Otakuyaki DanDanDan

 

[FireMaiden]

Her hand rose to cover her eyes as she stepped out of the dark motel room, though she had to squint a little as well until her eyes adjusted to the sun. Once that had happened Ailani began making her way to the medical convention. She was wondering why she was contacted a long with, and she's just assuming this as she has no way to actually know, the other Overwtach agents. Well, former overwtach agents, though she was aware that some of them were still trying to do the hero thing. A novel cause for being arrested as she called it, but hey, whatever floats their boats. Ailani was only stopping by for a few minutes anyway, she had better things to do than babysit a doctor who played god.

But now, getting to the conference was gonna take a little longer than expected. Two shadows passed overhead, no, three causing the woman to look up, just able to see the quick moving form of...someone she didn't recognize. Ailani quickly moved so she could follow them, where her suspicions were confirmed. These people were from Overwatch, since they were Tracer and Winston. Plus, like she noticed before, someone she didn't recognize. But figuring out who they were would have to wait as they disappeared over another roof, and this time they jump over.

"What's going on?" She muttered softly, before noting that Traced had been jumping around the roofs, well more precisely three ahead, only to stop. But that's really all she could see from the ground, and her curiosity had taken over. She was now certain that the other Overwtach members had been called, and with her weird sense of priorities, Ailani chose finding out what was going on on with these two instead of helping Angela. The doc would have all the help she needs by now, so one person won't make a difference.

Now, Alani had to choose the roof to get on, and quickly decided on the one behind them. Approaching the base, she figured wall climbing would be the best, and easiest way to get up, if not to the roof, then at least it would provide a good nest for her. The woman started up the wall quickly, earning a little bit if attention from passerbys but not to much, which made it all the more easier. And then, deciding in the roof for a perch was even easier seeing as how it would be the only place she could see the other roof clearly.

There was a forth person now, an Indian boy...girl...person, who seemed to be keeping the two in lock down. Ih, the great and wonderful Winston and Tracer plus friend being held down by a single assailant, however will this end. Well, She didn't know, but that barrier was conning down. Ailani quickly loaded a static clip, and took aim, though she want sure where to hit. See, these bullets would most likely pass trough a weak barrier thing like this, loosing its static s it destroyed, or waked it anymore. You know what, just incase, her sights lined up with the assailant, as she aimed at them through the barrier. She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to stead the shot, before firing. Otakuyaki

 

[Otakuyaki]

Bird followed behind the stranger, curious and naive enough to actually follow. Her initial schedule for today lost, she kept behind Serena when she pulled out the plasma chainsaw, bu poked her head out from behind the large woman when the man in question stated that he could not possibly be Reaper. Who was the Reaper, anyways? Were they a bad guy? Bird wanted to ask these questions, but the situation was just a bit too tense in her opinion to do that properly. She wanted to chime in with her two cents, and state that a giant green arm didn't exactly fit into her mental image of what a reaper would look like, but instead kept quiet and observed the two of them.

Otakuyaki DanDanDan

After sending the message of warning, Sago continued his goal to enter the conference center. Sadly he'd have to enter through the front so despite his back-ways travel of course he'd have to face the brunt of the usual crowd anyway. He was about to reach the entrance area when he was suddenly stopped by a towering, well-muscled woman. If her confident and imposing stature weren't intimidating enough, the weapon she wielded had Sago tripping on his own mutant arm, stumbling away from the path. Instinctive reflex had him raising his left arm in defense, but the initial shock gave way to confusion once he heard what he had accused him of. "Reaper? You really think a guy with an arm he could barely carry would carry such a title?" He said as his shoulders un-tensed. He spoke carefully and very formally, as if he were actively working to belittle his accent. His hand stayed up though- even though he was sure that this lady was horribly misguided he still certainly did not want to end up on her bad side.

Sudden shouts and people running emerged from the conference center. He was too far out to clearly hear the commotion began by the Reaper, but he knew something was definitely amiss. With a wry grin he said "Perhaps the true Reaper is already inside."

[ Otakuyaki ]

"Hmmm..." Serena's grip immediately loosened as the man( DanDanDan ) turned around. His bumbling stumble had no resemblance to the dangerous man Winston had described in the message, and he was probably right: no way this man was the Reaper. Besides, the few rumours of the Reaper described a man, dark as night, that came and went like a whisper. This bulky and clumsy man couldn't possibly be him, "I guess you're right. Sorry." Serena stopped her chainsaw and replaced it in the straps on her back. Indeed, the man was right, the Reaper must be inside by now... but where was Winston? Or Tracer? She'd hardly heard from them, and she certainly heard no heavily landing gorillas inside the conference centre. All she could hear was the sudden rush of people into the streets, "Wait... what?"

Indeed. A crowd could be heard stumbling to exit the conference centre, and a cold bead of sweat dripped down her cheek as she realised that she was probably, very late, to Reaper's coming.

"Oh gott" Serena's voice quivered as she quickly turned to Bird and pulled out whatever spare cash she had in her pocket, "Listen, just take this first. If you want to stay here so I can find you later, that's fine, but there's someone dangerous in there that I've got to meet. Someone else in there needs my help urgently." Serena backed away to the conference centre before breaking down a locked staff door, "I'll come back... promise!"( Noivian )

****

Ryan looked over as his mom took a hit, and he glared at Reaper as he reloaded, taking another shot at him, though it missed. He them chose to turn and glide over to his wounded mother, landed next to her softly as he crouched down. "You ok?" He asked her, risking a peek over the cover. "Look, I need to go help that man out there, take his, I think you know how to use it better than I do." He said after she had responded, setting down the staff next to her, then standing and running back out to face Reaper.

"Thanks, Ryan..." Angela took the staff and directed it at herself. Seeing as she had no valkyrie suit with her, she hardly had the durability or regenerative ability she would normally have, but this was a start. A stream of yellow smoothed out the skin over the wounds as the healing stopped quickly, and in a matter of seconds, she had fully recovered, save for the bullet holes in her lab coat. Peeking over the edge, she watched as the Reaper continued to fire at Shade and now Ryan as he reentered the battle. Perhaps she should have brought her valkyrie suit after all, but alas, she had left it back in Zürich. If she took one of Reaper's shotguns to the face, she would probably be dead, "Come on now..." Angela watched as the fight continued, and slipped from cover to cover as Reaper kept his focus on Shade, finally coming into range, "Ausrichtung der Halteseile und... Heilstrahl aktiviert." Angela whispered under her breath as a healing tether suddenly connected to Shade, attending to whatever injury he had sustained from the fight.

"You..." Reaper merely growled as he flicked a shotgun at Angela, blowing away the table she was hiding behind. Just as he was about to take another shot when a bolt from Ryan's magnum hit him in the back, causing him to duck in pain just as a dart went flying over his head. Swiveling in confusion, the Reaper transformed into a sweeping black smog, just in time to let the helix rockets fired at him to go right through, straight at Shade, "You?" the Reaper raised his voice indignantly as he reformed over a corpse from the earlier crowd, sapping it to heal back up before he pulled out two new shotguns, "Keep 'em down!" the Reaper signalled to the Talon operatives who had been trying to keep up with Shade's quick movements, and they nodded, opening fire instead at the newly arrived Ana and Jack, "I've got unfinished business." the Reaper pointed another shotgun at Angela, who was scrambling to get to cover whilst maintaining the tether, before firing.
****

"Zachary!" the indian figure ducked as Tracer swiped at her head, sending another barrier barreling towards her and pushing her away as she moved across the roof, avoiding Winston and Athena's advancements. She barely had time to catch a breath before the Reaper's voice screeched through the transmitter, "You were supposed to use your Zone... why is Jack and Ana here?" the transmitter was laden with the sounds of gunfire and running footsteps, and Zachary simply tuned him out as he continued to fight the three in front of him, "I didn't see them approaching so I cordoned off the immediate threat! What are you talking abou--"

Bang!

The sound of gunfire paused Zachary in his tracks as his eyes darted away from the three immediately in front of him. He had heard a gunshot, and he watched as the cracks in the barrier of his Zone recovered from the crippling shot. That was good... the fire hadn't come from inside the Zone, but it was unsettling at the same time. His Zone had limited time left, and if it dropped, he would be under fire from the unidentified shooter as well. Well, it didn't matter if he didn't beat them, besides, it was unlikely that he could win this outnumbered.

"Welp, time to go darlings!" the indian figure hollered in amusement as she jumped off the rooftop as she left her Zone's barrier, leaving Tracer, Winston, and Athena in her zone trapped and struggling against the barrier. If she didn't get to the conference centre to help Reaper out right now, she would be in big trouble when he got back to headquarters, "I'm coming now Gabie, but I'll need to recharge my Zone once it goes down... Tracer, Winston, and Athena will be held back until it does." ( FireMaiden )

 

[Noivian]

Bird was startled when she was handed the money, and stumbled back a bit from the force of the shove. She looked down to a ten and a five. It wasn't much - probably not enough to fix even the smallest dent. Shifting awkwardly on her feet, she looked to the guy with the green arm and back to the two bills in her hands. Folding them together neatly, she shoved them in a pocket. The omnic was dressed in knee-length denim shorts that partly covered her silicon knees, but exposed the ragged edges of the silicon that had been not fully integrated on her frame, showing the wiring and metal skeleton of her lower legs. Her feet were tucked into a pair of converse sneakers, and she wore a simple yellow striped t-shirt over her torso, the short sleeves of the shirt showing off the ragged silicon that only covered her upper arms, once again leaving her lower arms and hands exposed.

Looking nervously to the green armed man after shoving the bills in her pocket, she cast her attention briefly in the direction the large lady had gone. "I don't think I ever got her name..." she stated quietly. "Do you think we should...?" she asked, pointing into the conference center and tilting her head at the man in curiosity, asking if he thought they should follow and help.

DanDanDan

 

[Assailant]

Shade did what he could to avoid the Reaper's fire, generally succeeding but inevitably taking some hits. As Mercy's healing stream engaged, he nodded without turning his face from the fight. "Thank you, Doctor Ziegler."

When the Reaper dodged the Helix Rocket, he quickly jumped out of the way, letting the rocket continue on. As the Talon operatives turned their guns on the others, he turned his sights back on the Reaper. He quickly charged him, trying to knock his guns away from Ziegler and began unleashing another flurry of strikes. Unfortunately, close combat was the Reaper's strong suit as well, but if he could get off enough punches quickly, it wouldn't matter.

 

[DanDanDan]

Sago watched the mysterious woman surged into the conference hall, impressed with her ability to quickly switch goals. He returned his gaze to the omnic, whom he assumed knew the strong woman until she mentioned that she didn't get her name. "It will be dangerous if we go in there, maybe you should stay and wait for your friend." he said, assuming that the thin-looking omnic wouldn't be able to hold her own against whatever it was currently terrorizing the convention. With that, Sago went into the center, against the crowd, as fast as he could. He knew he wasn't much of a fighter, but he couldn't stand back while one of his former colleagues was potentially under attack. [ Noivian ]

Even with the mutant arm he was able to get into the lobby of the hall and close to entrance of the main presentation stage- the panicking crowd apparently was already thinned. Cautiously he peered into the hall and quickly spotted the Reaper, who very obviously (and in Sago's opinion, garishly) was dressed for the part. He could see that someone was already facing him head on, and he recognized the helix rockets flying by- there must be an excessive number of defensive agents here. He decided that he would probably be more useful in trying to locate and help Angela, who probably didn't heed Winston's warning and properly armed herself. From just the entrance of the hall he could see that stage but not the doctor- that is, until Reaper blasted the table shielding her away. Watching her scramble for cover had him wanting to jump into action. He tried his best to trudge along the small aisle toward the stage as fast as he could, knowing he wouldn't be able to do it sneakily. "Doctor Ziegler!" He harshly whispered when he got to the base of the stage. [ Otakuyaki ]

 

[FireMaiden]

The cracks I the barrier was a good sign, meaning her shots did the damage she expect it to. But as they dissappered, Ailani curse under her breath, quickly taking aim and firing another static shot, before doing something completly stupid. Seeing the assailant trying to flee, Ailani took a good few steps back, the sprinted towards the edge of the building. Leaping off, She landed with a hard roll on the roof that Winston, Tracer, and the unknown person had been fighting. The assualnt was out of sight now, making her rifle near useless, but seeing as she still has one static shot left in this clip, She fired again at the barrier hopefully not giving it enough time to regernerate. She to no honey didn't know why she decided to help. She was never close enough to either Tracer or Winstion to trust them, so feeling compelled to help wasn't a...well it wasn't a feeling she was use to. Nevertheless, this assailant could be part of the plan to off Angela, so it would be better to have some back up going in. Otakuyaki

 

[LoneSniper87]

Ryan watched the Helix rocket flare by to his right and past Reaper and the other man, and he quickly glanced back to see Jack and Ana approaching, as well as a few other strangers. He didn't pay much attention put he quickly glided once more to his mother, taking a hit from one of Reaper's shotguns. The armor took most of the blow, but it still was a hard hit and had him taking a step from the force. He held his ground and steadied himself, aiming to take another set of shots at him. "Why are you even here? Why choose a play so public to try and pull this? How much did you think through, Reaper?" He asked, reloading and taking another set of shots, still placed infront of Angela.

 

[Otakuyaki]

Illios, Greece
2015, 30 August 2077

"Sniper! Get to cove--"

Bang!

The sound of thunder echoed through the atmosphere of Illios as the helix captain dropped dead. A shot to the head sent the suited elite barreling through the skies, crashing into a white and blue roof typical of the area.

"Captain!" the few remaining members of the Helix security-strike team landed quickly in cover before the unknown sniper could take another shot. The bullet wound was visible in the helmet, the round had punctured it cleanly. Whoever this sniper was, none of them could hope to outmaneuver them in the sky.

"Lieutenant, what do we do?" the omnic member turned to the rest of his team. His optic sensors glowed a dark red, and in that instant, the omnic suddenly shot at his team relentlessly.

"L'objectif, complète." the two words ran through the transmitter back to headquarters, and back to her fellow operative in Washington. Widowmaker stood over the entire scene, watching as rockets flew at one member after another until finally, the omnic lieutenant was put down. The remaining two Helix strike members, now visibly shaken in spite of their helmets, looked to be at a loss, glancing between their dead team and the well. The only sensible thing was obvious: guide these lost fools to death. After all, it was her art.

Two more shots were fired, sniping the two men that had foolishly decided to take cover from her behind the blue, wooden lattice panels that fenced the well.

"Sombra, time to evac..." Widowmaker paused waiting for a reply, "Sombra?"

****

Ryan watched the Helix rocket flare by to his right and past Reaper and the other man, and he quickly glanced back to see Jack and Ana approaching, as well as a few other strangers. He didn't pay much attention put he quickly glided once more to his mother, taking a hit from one of Reaper's shotguns. The armor took most of the blow, but it still was a hard hit and had him taking a step from the force. He held his ground and steadied himself, aiming to take another set of shots at him. "Why are you even here? Why choose a play so public to try and pull this? How much did you think through, Reaper?" He asked, reloading and taking another set of shots, still placed in front of Angela.

Washington, America
1315, 30 August 2077

Angela took another minor hit as she got behind cover once more, pausing her tether to Shade in order to heal herself, before she was met by Sago, "Dr Cartagena? What are you doing here?" Angela glanced around the corner to watch the Reaper, who looked from one assailant to another. Jack and Ana had arrived(damn that Zachary... he should have kept everyone at bay), not to mention he was already dealing with Ryan and Shade to begin with. He merely stayed silent in response to Ryan; there was no need for him to answer, after all.

"I'm nearly there, Reaps... keep it up." easy for him to say... Reaper had been barely holding it out were it not for the corpses from the crowd he had preemptively killed for a prolonged battle. Well... Zachary did ask him to at least deal with Angela... but that little shit could hardly keep a promise and now he's come running back. Perhaps leaving her alive will do him some good... scare him a little... maybe that way he'd finally stick to the plan in the future.

"L'objectif, complète." the Reaper chuckled in delight as wisps of black coiled around him. It was time to ditch this game of chase. He'd led everyone on a wild goose chase, and now it was time to become the predator.

And predators like him devour.

"I'm coming in!"

"No... Don't." the Reaper pulled out two new shotguns from his pocket, laughing maniacally as his entire form seemed to grow clouded. "Die! Die! Die!" the room was suddenly filled with a black creeping smog as flashes of red speckled the scene. Bullets went flying at every angle as the Reaper suddenly unleashed a flurry of attacks, riddling everything with holes that smouldered like charcoal. ( Noivian LoneSniper87 Assailant DanDanDan FireMaiden Sunbather )