The Villain Wrangler | Overwatch

Chapter 6

Reaper studied the file as he traveled to the meeting site. He cursed Talon, again, for what they had done to her. Amélie would have adored the request, to spend the day with a girl, young woman really, in a ballet studio, discussing theory, dancers, and showing off just a bit. But Talon had altered her, made her an emotionless weapon in their service.

He would find a way to get her back.

He found her waiting on the cafe rooftop, gazing out over the Paris skyline. Without turning around, she spoke.

"Talon has no new missions planned. The vigilante has made no new moves in weeks. The newly reformed Overwatch has done nothing of note. Why did you ask to meet me?"

"Call it a... personal favor," he purred as he approached.

She turned to face him at that, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised. "Oh?"

He handed her the file. "Cooperating with Shooting Star puts us in a better light. It will make it harder to turn against us if we are looked upon favorably by the general public."

She hummed thoughtfully as she studied the file. "And this... Angelica. She has a secure point of contact?"

"Sombra encrypted the phone and her personal computer. She won't betray us, not if we abide by her rules."

Widowmaker scoffed. "And what 'rules' are those?"

"Don't hurt the kids. Don't drag the kids into our fights. Listen to the doctors about the kids health and abilities." He chuckled softly. "Don't tell them what it's like to kill a man."

She raised an eyebrow at that last, but didn't comment. She was silent as she studied the file in greater depth. Reaper stood in silence as he watched her, and resisted the urge to jump when she broke the silence.

"I will do it. The contact information here is correct?"

He nodded, and she launched a grappling hook to the next roof, disappearing into the night. He knew that she would make contact and abide by Angelica's rules. There was enough of Amélie left that this would help her. He hoped.

Unsettled, he wraithed over the rooftops until he approached a large hospital. Cautiously, he flowed down the wall and into a private room. An anonymous donor was paying for the highest care here, and Gabriel wanted to be sure he was getting his money's worth.

He stood by the bed in the gloom, studying the face in the light filtering in from the hall. He sighed heavily and dropped into the chair next to the bed, peeling the mask off.

"I need advice. Jack's still alive. You remember that asshole, 76? Yeah. That's Jackie. Honestly, I should have recognized that stupid haircut." He scrubbed a hand over his face. "I was an idiot. I can't take Talon out on my own. I need Jack, need Overwatch. I just..."

He paused as a nurse passed the room.

"Too many people believe the bad press, believe that Reaper is the truth. And I shackled myself to Talon." He snarled to himself, then shook his head. "I can use Angelica, get her to talk to Jack. I need to get Sombra and Amélie clear, though."

He gazed into the middle distance, letting the beeps and hums wash over him. Finally, he stood and patted the hand lying on top of the sheets.

"Don't worry, Gérard. I'll take care of your wife until you get back."

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Angelica heaved a sigh of relief and leaned back on the door as it closed. Widowmaker was intimidating in person, watching everyone like a hawk and never revealing anything. But Elisa was thrilled to meet the assassin, and the two had spent the whole day in the ballet studio, Elisa chattering like a magpie while Widowmaker listened. In the afternoon, however, something seemed to have changed with the assassin, and she actually giggled a few times as she displayed some moves.