Overwatch: Jinxed

Chapter 20: Missing In Action

When the sand had cleared, Tracer and Isabell were staring at each other.

Isabell's gaze flickered to Jamie, who was wheezing and brushing his hand in front of his face, waving away the sand. Tracer's face turned panicked.

Isabell pulled out the comm that Tracer had given her that night that they'd met. She murmured into it, "Get them going. Get back to the plane. I'll catch up with you."

"Are you crazy?" Tracer hissed. "He'll kill you!"

"I'm the only one who's got a shot at telling him without being blown sky high," Isabell told her softly. "Just get going. I'll catch up, alright?"

Tracer looked ready to argue, but faltered and sighed. She Blinked over to Winston, where Tobjorn, Lucio and Reinhardt were, and started talking rapidly.

Isabell walked over to Jamison and braced herself.

"Jesus Christ," Jamie coughed. "What was that?"

"Keep talking," Isabell told him. He stared at her. "Just do it. Pretend we're having a conversation. Until they leave."

A vicious grin crept up his face. "Someone thinking of going traitor?"

"Just do it," Isabell growled.

"Well, there are - ahem - several topics I could go on about," he began, and Isabell raised an eyebrow. He grinned. "You know me too well. Now, the specifics of me Riptire design--"

They were out of earshot. Now was best. But before Isabell could even start, Jamie stopped. His eyes narrowed, and he pointed a finger at the group heading off north, and moved it from person to person. "Smurfmonkey, Headcase, McFrogNugget, Whitebeard the Armored, Santa Claus..."

Isabell took two steps backward. "Jamie--"

"You," he hissed, his molten fire eyes turning on her. The most terrifying she'd ever seen them.

Now she knew how it felt to be on the wrong side of them.

"Where is she?" he snarled, his metal arm grabbing her shoulder before she could move further backwards. "Where is she?"

She'd never seen a Junkrat like this. Insane, yes. Happy, yes. Depressed, yes. But never... never angry. Never furious.

Never rage like this.

"Let go," Isabell told him, her voice a lot calmer than she felt. On the inside... she was almost as scared as she'd been falling out of a plane.

She was probably in more danger right now than she had been then.

"Give me one good reason why," Junkrat snarled. "I knew it. You took her. My own sister."

"You're an idiot," Isabell growled. Her hand was hovering over the remaining pair of nunchucks, her circlets glowing a little from being scraped with sand and gaining friction-based kinetic energy. "It was Talon, dumbass. You think I would take your sister? I was there, Jamie! I watched my family die too! You're not the only idiot in this damn place who lost people, alright? I know what it's like! Let. Me. Go."

Jamie looked uncertain, but didn't let go.

"You need proof?" Isabell snapped, and ripped off her goggles. She jammed them into his face, activating the replay button. "I saw it myself, Junkrat."

He looked taken aback at her scathing tone. Isabell didn't care. He picked up the goggles and pulled them on, releasing Isabell, who took three steps back.

She watched him as he saw Tayanna kidnapped through her own eyes.

When the playback finished, his expression surprised Isabell. It wasn't defeat, wasn't sadness, wasn't anger.