The woman solidifies on an old, shackled roof of the old German town of Eichenwald. She scans the streets with an attentive eye, not spotting her target among the wreckage of old bastion units and crumbling buildings. She jumps down to the cobbled street, her armor blurring for a fraction of a moment before assuming the shape of a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Her helmet had become insubstantial, revealing her crimson eyes and short, stark white hair, which made her look much older than she actually was. She takes a deep breath before beginning her trek around the village in search of the ex Overwatch agent. She was nearing the castle when a man's voice calls out from afar. She turns sharply to look in the direction it had come from. An older man stood off to the side, a hand raised in greeting. Reinhardt. She recognized the face from somewhere other than the Overwatch files, but she couldn't quite place it.
She walks over in his direction, her armor slowly reforming around her. He begins to say something, but before he could get a word out she lunges, the spikes in her forearms bristling. She almost made contact with his gut when something slammed into her side, nearly knocking her over the ledge. She looks up, dazed. Her eyes widen behind her helmet at the sight of the small group in front of her. Reinhardt stood beside a older man, a tactical visor covering his face and pulse rifle gripped in his gloved hands. 76. Above her hovered the cobalt armored Phara, her rocked launcher held in her hands, the barrel aimed at her.
In a panic, the Talon agent blurs as she disappears into smoke, resolidifying in the air. As she falls, she spins, firing spikes in an arc around her in an attempt to ward off the Overwatch agents, but she knew it was to be a losing battle. She soon was forced over the ledge, hitting the rocks far below. She vaguely remembered Phara carrying her up and out of the chasm before everything faded to black.
Snippets of vision flowed through her mind afterwards.
The group boarding an unmarked jet...
Her wounds being cared for by a blonde haired woman...
The entrance to an old Overwatch watchpoint...
Being shoved roughly into a sparse cell...
And a groggy interrogation with 76. They must've drugged her.
She coughs, waking suddenly on a cot. Her head banged with a headache, and she raises a hand to it. Her fingers met roughly cut hair. With a start, she looks down at herself. She wore nothing but a dark grey tank top and her dark red skintight bodysuit. "Dammit." She mumbles, her hands clenching into fists. She focuses intently for a few moments on disassembling her particles, but all she got in return for her effort was a minuscule red blur on her left hand. "Great." She begins to clap slowly, looking up at the corner of the room where a security camera was located.
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Shadow of a Life
De TodoTalon is notorious for its ruthless following, but what would happen if one of its members strayed? Phantom, an ex Overwatch agent supposedly killed in combat, is back from the dead and seeking revenge. But what would happen if things didn't go as p...
