As Dr. Ziegler finished her third bottle of beer, she pondered over Fareeha more and how they hadn't quite kept in touch since that incident. Despite that, she and Fareeha's mother had actually become quite close. A friendship had blossomed when the old woman visited the Swiss base.
"Dr. Ziegler, we have a guest at the base I think you would like to meet," A man with dark skin and white hair smiled. He was the same height as Dr. Ziegler and wore his hair in a similar fashion to hers.
Before Dr. Ziegler could respond a short, old woman walked in.
"Good morning Dr. Mählmann," she paused a moment before continuing. "You too, Dr. Ziegler. "
"This is Miss Ana Amari," Dr. Mählmann smiled. " She's a former member of Overwatch, and an excellent medic as well as sniper."
"Thank you for the lovely introduction, young man, but there's no need,"
Dr. Mählmann nodded as Dr. Ziegler stepped closer.
"What brings you to the base?"
"I wondered if I could work here temporarily." She took out a roll of blue parchment paper from her bag. "I have a groundbreaking weapon design that I believe will greatly improve the effectiveness of medical treatment on the battlefront."
Looking through her phone, she found Ana's contact. She had left the base years ago, but they kept in touch regularly. Pushing down all her uneasy feelings she typed out a message to Ana.
"Hello Ana, I was wondering if you would be able to give me Fareehas phone number? You know how I've been lately and I thought reconnecting with some former friends might help."
Holding her breath, she hit send and hoped for the best. In the meantime, she decided to drink another bottle. Wiping her mouth, she finally began to feel the effects of her overindulgence, yet she kept drinking anyway.
After about thirty minutes she began to space out for a bit, and stared dead ahead at nothing. After snapping back to reality she scanned the room with a perplexed expression. A few silent moments passed by before she locked her eyes onto the business card Dr. O'Deorain had given her.
Inspecting it closely, she smiled and giggled ," I haven't seen my girlfriend in soooo long."
Picking up the phone, she typed in the number - which took about ten minutes by itself - and waited patiently for Dr. O'Deorain to answer.
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"ITTARIKITARI DE IKIDOMARI YO, MIHATENU YUME KORIGORI KORIGORI YO!!"
Once again, Dr. O'Deorain was startled out of sleep, and desperately attempted to shut off the alarm. She grudgingly climbed off of the couch and readied herself for work - an exhausting task on it's own.
After about twenty minutes, she was out the door, and back into her car. As she drove, Dr. O'Deorain began to ease up a bit more, and took a sip of the coffee she had brewed up for breakfast. As the beverage warmed her up, she slowly began to relax, and comfortably drive her car.
Upon arriving at the base, Moira was greeted at the two large, metal doors by a hooded figure who seemed entirely out of place at this bright hour.
"The sign says no soliciting Gabe," Dr. O'Deorain chuckled lightly.
Gabriel Reyes - or better known by his alias, Reaper - merely rolled his eyes before speaking up.
"I just got back from the mission failure at Volskaya, I'm not exactly in the mood for jokes."
"Oh you never are, Gabey," she took a dainty sip of her coffee before continuing. "I heard it had failed, but what went wrong? Was it because you didn't have a trained medic?"
Reyes scoffed "We were fine, we just got unlucky."
"Oh? Did the Widow miss her target again?"
"I never miss," a smooth, French accent arose from behind Dr. O' Deorain.
She turned around to see Amélie striding towards them. She wore a simple black outfit, and black shades to match. Her long, silky hair was tied up into a tight bun atop her head.
"There was no mistake on my part, I did as I was told." She glanced at both of them. Even though her eyes were covered, Dr. O'Deorain could still feel the hard glare burning into her pale skin. "If anyone is at fault it would be Sombra. She was in charge of the security systems after all."
"That doesn't matter. Right now we need to focus on preparing for the next mission," Reaper spat
"And I assume you'd need a medic this time ?" Dr. O'Deorain inquired with a hint of mischeviousness.
Reyes sighed, "If you really want to go then fine, just don't get in our way,"
Dr. O'Deorain grinned as Reyes walked inside out of frustration.
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My Angel
Fiksi Penggemar| #1 IN MOICY | For 8 long years after the disbanding of Overwatch, these former colleagues and lovers part ways and live their life completely independent of each other. Dr. Ziegler is now one of the lead researchers and surgeon of the Switzerland...
