#notanymore76

Third shot down, an unknown quantity to go.

“alright, time to get serious for a moment” he sighed “back when Overwatch was still around i always used to get into fights with other members, mostly because of my blunt arrogance that refused to let me see that i was at fault nine times out of ten... i never did get to apologize for being such an arse”

For every “X” sent, my muse will take a shot

Number of shots: 11

Angela sat on a chair in the remains of Watchpoint Gibraltar with one of the many photo albums she had made over the years but one of the few that had survived the war that had wiped out nearly everyone on the planet. Except for her. The doctor had watched as all of her friends fell one by one and she could not revive them a second time after having done so once already and her glove was recharging and she was recovering her energy. So she had not been able to save them again and they had all known it, yet they had continued to fight. So they had all died. And when she had tried to revive them again, it had been too late.

The doctor was pulled from her thoughts when she heard footsteps echo off the walls. She was quick to grab her staff and her blaster and press herself up against the wall next to the only entrance into the room. She had though she was the only one left but there may have been other beings that had survived the war and she could not know who or what belonged to the footsteps. And she wouldn’t go down without a fight if it was an enemy. She would fight until her last breath just like her friends had done. Once she heard that the footsteps were getting close and just about to walk into the room she was in she swung her staff around the corner to hit them.

(Closed starter for @notanymore76)

Lena shouldn’t have left her team. Especially not on her first mission since joining this strange, alternate pasts’ recall. But when she spotted the back of a jacket with a pair of big red numbers on it heading down an alleyway in the small Mexican town where they’d stopped to resupply, she had to follow it.

Getting away wasn’t easy, not with Angela and Winston watching her like a hawk, but as soon as they were distracted Lena sprinted down the alley. Which way? Right? Left? ... Left. She headed down alleys and backstreets, pushing past clutter and shady business entrances.