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...
"Well, well, if it is not our dear colleague... Dr. Ziegler."
"H-help... I need help...!"
Angela reached out a hand.
"Oh, I can see that. The question is : what did you do to end up in this situation?"
"Please help me..."
Some tut-tutting sounds. Demeaning as always.
Angela grasped Moira's ankle, looking up at her with desperation in her eyes.
Sombra and Amélie were standing behind their leader, along with a group of Talon soldiers.
"Help..."
Angela's voice was weak and she fell back down as another sharp spike of pain rushed through her. She moaned in agony with Moira standing there quietly watching her with a light smirk on her face.
Once it subsided, Angela managed to push herself sitting up, panting heavily.
"The baby... something is wrong... it is too early..."
Moira raised an eyebrow.
"It seems to be of a different opinion," she said indifferently.
Angela looked up at her, grimacing from the pain that once more rose within her.
"W-why... why are you here?" she managed to let out.
"To collect what is mine," Moira coldly replied. "And to make a delivery."
Moira snapped her fingers and was handed a staff that she threw on the ground next to Angela.
"Something you might have missed," she then continued, ignoring Angela's despair.
Angela looked at her staff and then hung her head.
"Are you not going to thank me? Home delivery. At least from what I have heard, you seem to have settled in here... a 'home' of yours so to speak" Moira said and bowed to the tormented doctor in some sort of fake display of politeness.
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"It... it is too early," Angela almost whispered.
"It is on time!" Moira growled at her and stood up straight. "Why? Because I say so. Your little friends have managed to ruin yet another base for us. Unacceptable!"
She then composed herself from her sudden outburst and clasped her hands behind her back. She smiled her eerie smile as she started to slowly walk back and forth in front of Angela.
"I know that you kept him here. It is time for him to return to where he belongs," Moira said in a demanding tone.
Angela just shook her head.
Moira huffed.
She then looked down at Angela and cackled.
"Still wearing the halo on your head... really?" Moira scoffed.
