rien. c'est fini

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@cauchemarred​  *:･ﾟ ♡

“just here to check up on you.” angela softly smiles at the other, flipping his medical folder open. “hm…your wounds have healed very nicely.” though he probably wishes he had none at all. “are you feeling any pain and if so, how would you rate it?”

get the crew together. some newbies, some oldies

do their loyalty missions

grind talon into a fuckin powder

That, at least, got a chuckle out of him. 

   “The trendsetter as always, Lacroix, they couldn’ help but follow in yer footsteps.”

The bar was just the type of place he hid in on a regular. he fit in here, talked like the locals, looked like the locals. It was easy to hide from the law with others who were trying to do the same. This was just one stop on his way back to Santa Fe for a visit before moving on. Luck must have had his back.

   “How on th’upan’up are ya? Got a text a week or two ago. From Winston of all people. Looks like things’t bad.”

He’s handing over the throwaway phone he hadn’t been contacted on in a long time, letting the other see the mass text.

   “Looks like a few of us’r still active.”

   Luck had nothing to do with it; despite his atrophy, not all of Gerard’s ears had withered off. Triangulating McCree’s movements, once he’d picked up on the cowboy wannabe’s new profession, had been as simple as finding last known locations for the targets, and heading halfway in between. Then, he simply followed his nose to the stench of beer-gone-stale.

   It was almost cute; Winston really must’ve exhausted every methods of contact available to him. Unfortunately, most of those methods were compromised; might as well have sent out a signal flare: hey! We’re going to do something illegal!  That made anyone who’d responded to the Recall untouchable, at least for a while. Overwatch was a tainted name. 

   “Mm. I know he’s still in contact with Oxton. Speaking only for myself, I’ve kept in contact with Reinhardt, and Lindholm through him. Last known location to Shimada is Nepal, and two thirds of our deceased commanding force are somewhere in Egypt. Ziegler is somewhere around there as well, presumably still working out her god complex.” Beat. “I’m supposed to keep my blood pressure down, so I won’t mention that Gabriel has turned his back on sanity and followed O’Deorain like a sweet little puppy to Talon.” Arms folded, one leg folded casual over the other. McCree wasn’t stupid; surely he knew just as well. 

@cauchemarred 

A cup of, possibly, lukewarm coffee was set down next to the man as Ana approached, staring at him then the paperwork he was glossing over with a mild degree of interest though only for the sheer fact that Gérard had been reviewing it for a substantial amount of time.

“If you keep glaring at that file, you will burn a hole right through the report.” She smirked, mirth tinging her tone. “Talon again? Or have Jack and Gabriel caused another fuss in public?”

   If only to be sporting, Gérard mimed taking a sip; he knew that his insistence of not drinking anything out of the communal drip-feeder was widely mocked. Hey, when the rest of the team was as good as him, they could get away with their own quirks. “No, no lover’s quarrels. After-action reports, Captain. Worse than worthless! Lindholm and I infiltrated the facility, placed explosives, introduced a virus to the system, and exfiltrated. That’s all I should have to write.”

   It’s not that he doesn’t understand. He does. It doesn’t mean he likes it any less. 

   “Kinda tired of learnin’ things that involve me, no matter how little, after th’fact though. Too many dead people not bein’ dead at this point. No offense.”

  “But why didn’ y’tell me?”

Rubs his shoulders. "You're going to go grey, old man."