Aerial Superiority Achieved!

Angela looked to the Helix Officer next to her and smiled sadly. Seeing her like this, not neat and tidy like before it was obvious that she was lying. Seeing her resting her hand on the stereo like it was the doctor, there was a desire to just hold her. As a former girlfriend she knew that is probably what Fareeha wanted most and it was the one thing she couldn’t give.

“No. I couldn’t. At least not yet. I still have to look over you all. I don’t want to go.”

It was her life’s job and even when she died doing it, it was still in her blood. The option to see her parents had been given to her but she had postponed it. Angela had forever now to see them and her friends and family here needed her.

Fareeha swallowed and shook her head. “Angela...” she bit her lip. “You have to... We’ll be fine-” Her breath hitched slightly on the last word and she was forced to cut herself short. Taking a breath, she composed herself before continuing. “You dedicated your life to helping others... often to the detriment of yourself. You deserve to rest, Angela...”

Maybe there’s a way out of the cage where you live Maybe one of these days you can let the light in Show me  how big your  b r a v e  is

To the haters 

“Like mother, like daughter,” Widowmaker quipps with a smirk as she approaches the downed Raptora pilot. She kicks the agent’s rocket launcher aside and levels Widow’s Kiss at the woman’s head.

Click. She scowls.

She is out of rounds. What should have been a simple infiltration and theft had been complicated by Pharah’s arrival. The fight had been long and difficult but Widowmaker had finally shot her foe from the air with her last bullet.

She takes another step and suddenly collapses to one knee. Pharah’s last rocket had injured her, and the pair had tumbled down the shaft of some underground silo. 

“Tch! It seems your aim was as true as mine,” she says through grit teeth. Examining her surroundings, it’s clear that finding her way out, wounded and alone would be difficult.

“The world’s greatest sniper,” she mocked snidely, “and she doesn’t even count her rounds. Tsk.” 

Struggling to her feet on her own, spurning the other woman’s offered hand. Frowning, she ran a system check on her suit. Unsurprisingly, the results came back critical. Damn. Gritting her teeth, she turned to the other woman and reached down to pull her to her feet.