Save Him One More Time: Phase 3

Chapter 5- The Journey

Getting out of Russia proved difficult. The Reaper had figured out somehow that she was there, and he'd been seen on the outskirts of Moscow, the only place Angela and Genji could get on a shuttle out of the country.
"If it were just me, I would get on top of one and lie very low and still." Genji stared through a crack in the wall of the shack they'd hastily constructed to prevent being seen by any passersby.
"Genji, we can't do that. It's illegal."
The cyborg shook his head.
"You'd fall off anyway. Your arms aren't machinery like mine."
Angela nodded. "Still. We can't do anything that would draw attention to ourselves."
"Why do you think I'm wearing gloves and have our gear in this suitcase?"
"I know," she sighed. "I'm sorry, Genji. I just don't want him to find us." She ran her hands up and down her folded arms. "Ana said he's in league with Moira." Genji stiffened, turning to face her.
"I never liked her, you know," he said. "Too much going on in that lab of hers." He shook his head. "I should've known she'd turn on us."
Angela hissed for him to shush, pulling his face very close to hers and giggling a little. Someone cleared their throat as they walked past, clearly uncomfortable.
The instant the stranger rounded the corner, Angela let go of Genji and sat back.
"Sorry," she said, "but I figure they won't look if they think we're meant to be here, if you know what I mean."
He nodded. "Just give me a second to prepare next time and I'll play my part a little better."
She frowned at him.
"I'm kidding, Angela. But please, warn me next time." She nodded.
"Of course. If I have a second to warn you, that is." She turned her attention back to the station.
"I suppose we could try to get a shuttle to Poland, and then figure out what we're going to do from there. We'd be a little closer, at least."
Genji nodded thoughtfully.
"We should be very careful, though. We know the Reaper's been seen and we know he's after you."
"Yes." Angela put on a pair of sunglasses and took down her ponytail. Genji put on his own shades and pulled the hood of his jacket up.
"We look suspicious. Or famous," Angela said, catching a glimpse of their reflections in a dusty window.
"Definitely famous. Especially if we act famous. Trust me, I have experience." Genji stood up and rolled his shoulders before offering a gloved hand to Angela. She accepted it, and as he pulled her to her feet, steadying her a bit with his other hand, she adopted what she used to call her "press conference demeanor." Her movements became deliberate and precise, she held her head a bit higher, and she hoped that people wouldn't notice how tightly she gripped her purse strap.
The duo got a few stares as they paid the fares and boarded the shuttle, but no one bothered them.
As the shuttle left the station, Angela caught a glimpse of a black hood and skull mask through the window and flattened herself against the back of the seat.
"Angela?" Genji pried her hand off his arm. "What's wrong?"
She turned to him, looking as if she'd seen a ghost.
"Reaper." She motioned behind them. "We almost waited too long."
Genji leaned around her, trying to see out the window. But they had already gained speed, and the city flashed past them too quickly for even his eyes to see clearly. He settled back in his seat and folded his arms.
"We can't stop in Poland. We'll have to go straight to France. Or better yet, in Poland we get a jet to Britain and from there we go straight to America." He looked at her. "We are taking you to America, right?"
She nodded. "I'll try to find Jesse there, and hope that Reaper doesn't find out I've gone."
Genji nodded.
"Sounds like a plan." He shifted in his seat. "You need rest, Angela. I'll watch for a while and you sleep. I'll wake you when I'm tired." She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, asleep almost before that. Genji smirked and pulled her jacket a little closer around her, hiding the halo symbol on her shirt.
Hours dragged by, city fading into countryside, fading again into city. The cycle seemed endless and Genji soon tired of watching the landscape flash past. He turned his attention to the other passengers, trying to decide if any of them were suspicious. Most of them were asleep.
There was an elderly couple near the front that had fallen asleep leaning on each other, a tense young woman with a sleeping baby, a Latina with purple-tipped hair and a laptop, and a strangely familiar man, white-haired, with a scar running from his hairline to halfway down his face. A cane was laid by his feet, and he wore a weathered blue jacket. He saw Genji looking at him and raised an eyebrow, muttering something about "kids these days," and, "whatever happened to manners anyways?"
Genji lowered his gaze, bowing slightly in apology. He looked up again as the old man cleared his throat, and saw that the old man was beckoning him over.
"Hello, Genji. It's been a while." The old man's blue eyes twinkled and he patted the empty seat next to him.
"... I'm sorry?" Genji sat, confused.
"Shimada, Genji. Division, Blackwatch. Haven't seen you in almost ten years."
Genji recognised him finally.
"Commander Morrison!" He took the commander's hand and squeezed it warmly.
"It has been a very long time," he said.
"Angela said you were dead."
"Old soldiers are hard to kill," Morrison shrugged. "Got me pretty good, but I'm still up and fighting." He looked ruefully at the cane by his feet. "I don't need that cane," he said, pointing at it, "but I like keeping a low profile and it helps."
Genji nodded. "Have you heard the reports? They say there's a masked man hunting the former agents. He's already gotten Lena and I've heard he's gone after Winston." Morrison nodded. "I'm listed as dead. He's not coming after me." He nodded at Genji's former seat.
"Angela asleep?"
Genji stared at him.
"How did you-?"
"Oh come on, give me some credit. Why on earth is the outcast Shimada traveling in broad daylight in a shuttle? Protecting someone, no doubt. And that blonde can't be anyone but the angel herself. She's running from the Reaper, isn't she?"
Genji nodded. "She's next on his list."
Jack leaned in closely. "Watch the purple haired girl," he whispered. "I don't like her. She's been listening too closely to what we've been saying." Genji nodded. "In that case, I should probably keep a closer eye on the angel." His metallic whisper was a bit louder than Jack's and he put a hand over his mouth. Jack nodded, and Genji returned to his place next to Angela. She was still asleep, and for the first time since he'd shown up at Zarya's house, she looked to be at peace.
They reached Poland the next morning, Genji having woken Angela up for a couple of hours around midnight. As they slowed down, approaching the station, he gently shook her awake.
"We're in Poland now, Angela."
She yawned, blinking several times, and stretched, nearly hitting him in the head.
"What time is it?" she asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Nearly seven thirty." He leaned in close and whispered, "We need to get on a plane as soon as we're off of this shuttle. We've been followed and Reaper will be close behind us." Angela looked around the shuttle, her eyes fixing on Jack, now asleep. She frowned.
"I've seen him before. He was at the station in Turkey, when I was looking to come to Russia." She looked back to Genji.
"He's followed me."
"No, no, no. He's not suspicious." Genji's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Angela, don't you know him? It's Commander Morrison!" Her eyes lit up with recognition and she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Winston told me he was dead!" Her face twisted into a frown and she glared at the sleeping man.
"I would almost rather he were dead."
Genji frowned.
"What? Why? I thought you'd be glad to see him alive!"
She wiped her eyes suddenly, whispering,
"Seven years ago, I came to, thrown by an explosion into the snow several yards away. Winston told me we were the only ones in our shuttle who survived." A tear ran down her face, and she struggled to keep her voice even. "I was searching the other shuttles for survivors and I-" her voice cracked and she choked back a sob- "I found Reyes. He was alive, but just barely." She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. "Then Morrison showed up, bleeding from a head wound, and dragged me away, saying Gabe was already dead." She put her hands over her face and cried for a moment, finally regaining control of herself. "Later Winston told me he'd found Jack shot in the chest and buried him as best he could." She sniffed and wiped her eyes again. "I could forgive a dead man, but to find him alive, it brings it all back and I don't know anymore," she finished, wiping her eyes one last time and putting her sunglasses back on. Genji nodded. "I see. Well then, I won't wake him if you don't want to talk to him. We'll just catch our jet to America." She nodded. "Let's go."
They were not followed onto the jet, at least that they noticed, and they looked hard through their sunglasses at everyone else who boarded. No one off the shuttle from Russia got on, and they were both relieved and fearful. Only once they had taken off and were flying swiftly over what was left of Europe did either of them relax, absolutely sure they weren't being followed to America.
Angela woke with a start when they landed, and, realising Genji was asleep, tapped his shoulder. He startled.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have been asleep."
"No, Genji, it's fine. We've landed."
He stretched and yawned.
"How long was I asleep?"
Angela shrugged.
"I don't know. I only just woke up, but I'd been asleep since before we stopped in Britain to refuel. I suppose we stopped in Britain, I really don't know."

(I'm sorry, that's a really awkward place to end the chapter but it kind of bled into the next one so this is where it'll have to stop for now.
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