Save Him One More Time: Phase 3

Chapter 18 - ¡Ay, Chasquido!

"Moira, we seem to have a double agent."
Amelie shoved Sombra onto the floor of the hotel room. Moira didn't even look up from her microscope.
"What did she do this time, Amelie?"
"She lied to me. She was inside the house. She plans to help them escape us." Moira glanced in their direction.
"Olivia? What do you have to say about this?"
"Amelie get your foot off my back!" Sombra squirmed around.
"Amelie, let her up. Sombra, what do you have to say about this?"
"She's just jealous. I got into the room where all of them are. They're planning to leave day after tomorrow, and they're going to try to make it to Korea. Somebody mentioned there was an ex-Overwatch agent there. Hana, I think her name was. And then when they went to bed I followed them and found out where Reyes and his girlfriend sleep, and I told them I was going to help them get out of the building but I just gave them translocators to each other's rooms so they won't do any good." She glared at Widowmaker. "And Amelie's jealous because she had to sit in a tree and freeze all night."
"I'm sorry you were freezing, Amelie. You know I have solutions for that, if you want them."
"I wasn't cold." Amelie crossed her arms and glared back at Sombra. "I watched them get ready to leave, and then they stopped, and started having dinner. Then McCree came outside to smoke and he saw me I think. Then Sombra showed up and I watched her go inside and sit around with them for a couple of hours, and then she followed one of them to a room and gave them something. And then she went to another room and did the same thing. And then she tried to leave invisible and that's when I caught her and told her she was lying and she started whining about how she was only going to tell you."
Moira pushed her chair away from the desk.
"Well, arguing isn't going to do anything about it. Sombra, who exactly did you find?"
"Gabe and his girlfriend. They were in different rooms. Weird, but I guess they thought it'd make them harder to find." She  paused for breath and Amelie interrupted. "She's lying to you, Moira. She lied to me, she'll lie to anyone to make herself look better. We're dealing with a traitor. Or were you unaware of her reputation?"
Moira smiled, a dangerous sign. "I was well aware of her reputation, Amelie. Sombra wouldn't dare betray us and then come back here. She knows exactly what I'd do if she did that." Moira looked first at Amelie, then Sombra. "Don't you, Sombra?"
Sombra nodded. Amelie glared at both of them. "Moira, she's lying through her teeth. You need to lock her up, kill her, do something, stop her from helping them anymore."
"Amelie, I think you need a therapy session. It has been a while since the last one, I think you'll benefit greatly from it." She turned  her gaze to Sombra. "And while I'm at it, Sombra, I've got a new piece of equipment for you. Should fit nicely in with your cerebral graft. Why don't you come try it out?"
Ay chasquido. Sombra followed Moira to the desk and sat down while Moira cuffed Amelie down and turned on the machine. Once the "therapy" was well underway Moira turned back to Sombra. She picked up a small chip and held it out.
"It's a recording chip. You can record what you see and hear and then you can store it on the chip and we can read it when you get back to our base."
"Moira, I already do that. I have cameras hidden all over my suit. They can even see while I'm invisible."
"This one can send recordings."
"I can also do that already."
Moira glared at Sombra.
"I. Don't. Care." She snapped a cuff to Sombra's wrist and the chair. "Now sit still."

An hour later, Moira had finished the procedure and the only sound in the room was Sombra's crying. She had begged for sedation or at least anesthetic the instant Moira pulled out a knife, but the scientist wouldn't listen. Now, with the chip firmly implanted in a brand new slot, added onto the original graft, Sombra's head was pounding, as if it was about to explode. Moira, not wanting to cause trauma to the new graft, didn't bother washing the blood off the site, but took Amelie and left, Sombra still cuffed to the chair. Sombra dragged herself across the room, pausing every few inches, still crying, to the minifridge, looking for something to ease her pain and found a vial with analgesic on the label. She managed to pry the cap off and drank the whole thing.
About fifteen minutes later her headache began to fade and she hacked her cuff and slowly stood up. She carefully made her way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. The chip didn't "fit nicely in her cerebral graft" at all. There was an entire new section, connecting two paths that shouldn't have been touching. Sombra looked a bit closer. She realized it wasn't set into her skull yet and she could remove it, if she was careful. She tried to pull it off with her hands and nearly passed out, leaving what was left of her lunch on the counter and floor. As soon as she could move again, she picked herself up off the floor and got Moira's knife. She cut the stitches that held her scalp in place around it, cutting herself a few times in the process, and then carefully set the knife down. She leaned on the edge of the counter for a bit, working herself up to take the new graft out. A moment later, she screamed and her hand shot up and she ripped it out, collapsing unconscious to the floor.
When she awoke, her head was pounding again, and her hands were covered in blood. She sat up slowly, and saw a puddle of blood and what looked like vomit all over the floor. She retched and started trying to stand up. The counter was slippery. Or maybe, she thought, it's my hands. Is the blood fresh? Maybe I haven't been out all that long. She managed to pull herself up and nearly passed out again, this time from a massive headrush. She made her way to the window and dropped a translocator out of it, then teleported herself to it. She turned on her invisibility and started slowly walking in the direction of the abandoned Overwatch building.

Gabriel turned the translocator over and over in his hands. Was Sombra lying? She had no reason to help them. But then again, he reasoned, he could shoot Moira just as well on a roadside as he could in this house. He still didn't like the idea of trusting Sombra. And she'd told him to bring Angela. If it was a trap, he'd rather Angela stay. But he knew she'd want to go with him. But he didn't want her to get hurt. But she'd insist on going with him in case he got hurt. He punched his bed in defeat. He got up and made his way to Angela's room to talk it over with her.

A soft knock sounded on her door. Funny, she thought, everyone should be asleep by now. She got up and answered it.
"Sorry to wake you, doc, but I couldn't sleep." Gabe stood there, his hands behind his back like a remorseful child.
"I wasn't asleep," she replied, opening her door wider to let him in. "What's wrong?" He pulled something from behind his back, shutting the door quietly. He set it on her bed.
"Sombra got in my room somehow. She gave me this and told me to use it tomorrow morning. She said it'd take us to a roadside and we'd have to walk west until we reached an old Overwatch building." He glared at it. "But I don't know if it's a trap or not. She said it wasn't, but I don't trust her."
"Sombra's helped us in the past," Angela said, sitting down. "Why would she try to get us out there versus in here? It would be a firefight either way, neither you nor Jesse would go down without a fight."
"Yeah," he admitted, "but it just doesn't sit right with me. She told me to bring you with me, and said we'd meet Jesse, Sam and Ana at the old building. She's trying to  split us up and I'm not sure she means well by it."
"How many of them would she have to split between two groups? All we know she has is Widowmaker, Moira, and Sombra. Even if two of them come for you, I don't think they could stop you."
"Yeah. But what if they have more? It's not just Moira and her two frolicking around wherever she wants. She's funded by Talon. And they have people everywhere. Not just specialized people like Widowmaker. Thousands upon thousands of trained soldiers. What if they split us up and completely obliterate us? Then we'll both become mindless killers. Like I was. Like Amelie still is."
"Amelie?"
"Widowmaker."
Angela nodded in understanding.
"But Moira knows we're here. If we don't go, she can still surround us with too many soldiers to fight off. If we do go, we won't potentially kill innocent bystanders in the crossfire."
"What if it doesn't lead to a roadside? What if it leads us right into a prison cell?"
"They're two-way, Gabe. We can either translocate out, you can shadow step us out, or we can fight our way out. We'll get out somehow. We always have."
"I guess," he sighed. "I just don't feel right about this."
"Don't worry, Gabe." She kissed him on the cheek. "We'll be fine. If it will make you feel safer, go talk to Jesse about it. See if he has one too. Moira wasn't interested in Jesse, just us two."
"I guess you're right." He stood up to leave, translocator in hand. "I'll see you in the morning, Angela."

(¡Ay, chasquido! - Oh snap!)