The Villain Wrangler | Overwatch

Chapter 31

"Please tell me you recorded her decking him," Gabe pleaded, catching up with Jack.

"She didn't. Just ripped him a new one and moved when he tried to grab her. He fell out of the chair and took the pitcher with him."

Gabe pouted. "Ah, well. An assault charge at this point would definitely complicate things."

He drifted forward, wrapping an arm and several tendrils around her waist.

"That... He..." she snarled, slowing down a bit. "He slapped my ass before he even knew who I was."

Gabe kissed her hair. "Well, you did trade up."

She shoved him, laughing. "So I did. I just can't believe I wanted to marry him."

"Oh?" Jack asked, coming up her other side.

"When I called Gabe by accident, ranting about how he'd stiffed me with the check?" Gabe nodded. "Yeah. I'd thought he was going to propose then." She sighed. "I asked Sombra to go through his phone records."

"Kitten..." Jack began, but she waved him off.

"I know, I just wanted to know. He left because he got a text, said it was work. It was a booty call from Sara." She sighed. "And now I'm pissing myself off again. You mentioned a box at a theatre on Broadway?"

Gabe gave her waist a squeeze. "Several theatres, actually. And once some of this settles down, we'll go show you off."

—

Gérard met them at the station.

"Sadly, I fear I must cut your date short. I've just received a message. The UN will see you Thursday."

She groaned. "Right. You two, meet me in my office once we get back, you," she pointed at Gérard, "tell me everything."

She got in the car, fastening her seatbelt as he offered an envelope. She flipped through it, surprised to see cash.

"Apparently, Athena decided to lock Hanzo and Jesse into a closet together. Genji found them, and claims to be traumatized for life."

She snorted, tucking the envelope into her purse. "Right. So, I'm guessing the old Overwatch members are coming?"

Gérard nodded as he parked. "The current plan is you talk to the Council with Jack and Gabriel masked and flanking you."

"And if we need to back you up, we will," Gabe added as he walked up.

She arched an eyebrow at him. "So, how much of this was planned before the UN called me?"

Gabe hummed, pretending to think it over. "About five different versions."

She yawned suddenly. "Excuse me. Alright. I'll see you in the morning, and we can discuss plans then."

She left, shaking her head as she heard them planning contingencies.

"Try to sleep between now and the meeting," she called as she rounded the corner.

—

Angelica followed the intern through the halls, Gabe and Jack flanking her with the rest of Overwatch following. It had been decided that everyone would show up, and they would deal with the ramifications later. Angelica squared her shoulders. They had had to walk through a massive crowd of reporters to get into the building, and she wasn't looking forward to speaking to them later.

She was wearing one of her newer suits, a vibrant emerald which she had been assured was completely bulletproof. She wasn't hoping to test it today. The intern gestured for them to enter the main assembly hall, and she sighed quietly when she saw the sheer number of cameras. Jack rubbed the back of her hand and she walked in.