Twisted Incident (Reaper X Reader)

Chapter Thirteen: Intel

A vertical line of light was just visible from the curtains. Tiny dust particals danced around in the shine. That same light just so happened to land right upon your eyes.

You scrunched your face up while slowly opening your eyes. You groaned at the unpleasant sight.

Sitting up, you stretched your arms with a yawn. Your eyes wandered over to your phone sitting on top of the end table beside your bed. Before you were about to reach for it, the screen lit up showing one message. You rolled your eyes having an idea of who it was from. After all, one person really ever texted you.

You picked up the phone to reveal the message was indeed from that person. You opened it to read:

-Heading out today?

You held your head."That's today?" You mumbled under your breath.

You knew this was coming up but not this soon. Although, it was probably a good thing. You were hoping to gain some useful information on this "trip" of yours.

You swung your feet over the bed and stood up straight. You cracked your back by twisting side to side then whisping your way over to your drawer. You looked up at the mirror that was above it, staring at yourself for a bit before sighing.

"I hope this works..."

You've gone solo for the past five years. Five years of an emotional ride. So much happened after the explosion. And most of it you barley remember.

Overwatch was disbanded shortly after the explosion. Everyone went their ways, losing touch with the rest of us. Your heart was broken. First you lost the one you cared for the most, then you lost your family. Not to mention you were also trying to get through these new abilities of yours.

Everything was dreadful until something surprisingly good happened for once. Winston, recently, initiated a recall between all the members of Overwatch. When you first heard of this you smiled for once in a very long time. You practically almost rushed out the door right away. But then a thought stopped you.

Would they even accept me? During Overwatch, you were a great trainee and tried your best at everything. Everyone loved you and you were really happy there.

But now, you were a cold-hearted freak. You thought you were a monster. Technically, you were a criminal.

That same thought still lingers. You've kept yourself away from the members of Overwatch. However, you have been keeping a close eye on everyone. You knew they were all trying to save the world but keeping it on the down-low. You were aware of their plans and their missions. You also knew that they were trying to gain intel on an terrorist organization group called Talon.

Which is what you were going to do today. With help from a certain someone, you were informed that this infamous group was going to Volskaya Industries for unknown reasons. You decided that if you were able to somehow follow them and learn what they're up to, you would bring this info to Overwatch and maybe they would accept you and not dwell too much on your past. You were still skeptical of this plan, but you wanted to help.

There was one problem though. You were slightly afraid of this well known criminal who went by the name Reaper. A ruthless killer who hunts down former agents of Overwatch. You've never seen this man yourself (nor did you want to) but you've heard the stories. You were practically going to walk straight into your own murder. But this is what you wanted to do. This was your only hope so far.

You finished getting dressed then grabbed your phone to check the previous messages between you and your intel giver. There was an address sent showing you where this group was going to head out and depart. It was a good distance from where you were, but you didn't mind how long it would take.