This story is the continuation of Behind closed doors so if you haven't read that one I suggest to start there. This novel is more storydriven than BCD and also involves more focus on the other characters in the Overwatch family.
The story picks up...
"I will hold you accountable for any damages that he sustained while he is unsupervised!"
"I had to!"
"Your excuses are of no relevance here! You are well aware of why we are doing this... find him immediately!"
"I know...I know."
...
Jack was sitting on a bench with his head in his palms, resting his elbows on his knees. Every cell in his body was aching and he had just barely managed to make it back to Switzerland. He was thoroughly drained and felt as if he could hibernate for weeks. His visor was laying beside him along with his rifle.
"Jack? Oh, my God, Jack!"
He looked up and reached for his visor, hurriedly putting it on.
"Hello, Angela," he growled tiredly as the visor allowed him to see her.
She was wearing her field armor and was clasping her staff tightly with a shocked expression on her face.
"I cannot believe that you are back!" she exclaimed before quickly walking up to him.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"Jack!" she uttered, distraught, as she looked him up and down, turning him around. "Your clothes... they are all..."
"I had a run-in with a grenade," he tiredly said as he was moved around.
"A grenade?! What happened? Have you been injured? Ruptures?"
Angela grabbed his visor and gently took it off.
"You are bleeding!"
"It is okay," Jack said, trying to calm her down. "Just a few scratches."
She examined his face closely and Jack closed his eyes once her hands and fingers touched his skin. She suddenly slowed her movements and gently ran her fingers along his temple, down his cheek.
She gave him a quick kiss with Jack's face looking tormented.
"I have missed you," she softly said. "You have been gone for almost a month already."
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"I know... I am sorry," he said. "I-"
"Jack!"
Jack collapsed on the ground as Angela gasped in shock.
"Jack?! Jack can you hear me?! I will get help, I will be right back!"
...
"Are you certain that you want to go after him?" Maximilien asked concerned.
