This story is the continuation of Behind closed doors so if you haven't read that one I suggest to start there. This novel is more storydriven than BCD and also involves more focus on the other characters in the Overwatch family.
The story picks up...
"Don't go! Gabriel! Gabriel come back!" Jack sobbed.
He reached for the sky and kept calling out Gabriel's name, but got no response.
In desperation he ran through the alleys, trying to spot him, but Gabriel was nowhere to be found.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUUUCK!!!"
Jack screamed out in his frustration and started punching the building next him.
Eventually he ran out of energy and sank down to the ground with his back resting against a wall.
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How could this have happened? How could Gabriel just leave him like this?
He understood that Gabriel had gotten scared of what happened a few days ago, but if he had just stayed... they could have gotten out of here and tried to figure it out. They could have gotten help... as long as they were together, everything would have been fine.
With tired eyes Jack looked up at the night sky.
He was at a complete loss at what he was supposed to do now. He had been on the road for so many years, fighting his battles alone. Against anyone that was causing trouble around the world and now finally, he had found something that resembled a sense of belonging again and a home. Somewhere he felt comfortable... and now it was all gone.
Would Gabriel ever come back again...or had he lost him for good? Should he go back to his old life and spend the remainder of his final days fighting this endless battle?
Gabriel had wanted him to go back to the US and settle down... but settle down with whom? Everyone thought that he was dead, he had nothing to return to and no one to settle down with. He was not the type for that either, he was a soldier and fighting was how he had spent the majority of his life and most likely the rest.
All he knew was that he wanted to get the hell out of Japan.
He held tightly onto his waist and with a grunt he got himself back up. He put on his visor and he started walking down the back alleys with heavy footsteps.
"Hey!"
A male voice called out for him and he turned around.
Behind him was a group of Japanese men holding various weapons.
Jack wasn't in the mood for these childish squabbles, he grabbed his rifle and prepared himself.
"You are right! It is the gay boy from earlier!" another man barked.
"Where is your little boyfriend, huh?" a third man barked. "Not here to protect you anymore, eh?"
The group started walking towards him and within a few steps he was surrounded.
"I am not looking for trouble," Jack growled. "I am leaving this place. Get out of my way!"
"Haha!" the first man roared. "You think you can come in here, gun down our men and then leave as if nothing happened. Who do you think you are, you faggot?"
