The Crow's Call (An Overwatch Story)

Part 14: Glass's Shatter

(Author's Note

Sorry for the little break, I wanted to take some time off for the holidays.

Fear not, I'm back and ready to write again!

Enjoy)

I woke up with Amèlie gone and a splitting headache, that alcohol hit me pretty hard..

I stumbled out of bed and walked over to the Grunt Hut for my coffee.

I grabbed my bitter life juice and went to sit with Delta-7

It seemed they could tell I was hungover, so they decided to keep their volume down, which was very rare.

Sixer leaned over; "So... how was it?" His New Zealand accent was very prominent in his voice.

Crow: "Oh shut up you perv" I rolled my eyes

He shrugged and laughed it off.

After a quiet cup of coffee, I stumbled back to my room to get some quiet time.

"What could I possibly do today?" I thought to myself

Put on some music? Watch a movie? Read a book?

Suddenly, a golden idea came to mind

What about just, going for a walk?

So I did.

I walked out of the talon base in a white T, a hat, black cargo pants and black converse, and headed for the city.

Although it was probably a bad idea to go to a city with a hangover-headache, I gave it a shot.

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I stared at the tops of buildings reminiscing about hits I conducted here.

All the roofs I sat on, the billboards I sniped from, the sick, sadistic nostalgia came roaring back.

As I was staring at a law firm billboard that had since been changed from the time I hung someone from it, a lady bumped into me.

The same lady from last night..

The same machine keeping her anchored to reality hummed as I silently panicked, hoping the Overwatch Agent wouldn't recognize me as I did her.

Tracer: "Oh, sorry about that luv!"

Crow: "It's uh.. it's fine."

Tracer: "Hey, you seem familiar... weren't you the guy who was sitting outside that bar last night?"

Crow: "Yep, that's me." My heart racing as I wondered if I was going to be taken prisoner or killed on sight.

Tracer: "I knew it!" She was extremely cheerful and passionate about everything she said.. what a strange human.

Tracer: "Lena Oxton!" She stuck her hand out for me to shake it

Think dammit think! Alias... Alias... CITY!

Crow: "Duane... Duane Smith.." I said as I shook her hand sheepishly.