#webcaught

————————— WALKING past unconscious ( or dead -- either or ) Talon agents, Morrison EYED his surroundings, trying to find his goal. Something he needed to EXPOSE the truth about Overwatch’s collapse, just the INFORMATION he needed, and he was CERTAIN that it was the key.

      THOUGH, he expected there to be more RESISTANCE if this was really a point of interest for someone such as himself. It was BIZARRE -- there should have been MORE people trying to defend this information.

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    The woman would back up rapidly at the sight of the other, her behind bumping into the desk behind her, the tools upon it rattling at the sudden disturbance. It was hard not to know who widowmaker was within Talon’s ranks. She was one of their deadliest agents. She was their weapon. And Taija had almost been one as well before she had escaped.

  “Keep your distance, Talon.” She said lowly, hand reaching back behind her for her assault rifle as her arms thrummed, their mechanics sensing her stress levels and readying for battle if need be . 

     “If you’re here to take me back then you will leave empty handed.”  I won’t be their next weapon. 

the talon sniper: once the wife of an overwatch agent, if she recalled correctly from files she'd read over a while back. kicker watched in silence from her post on the ceiling, cloak active & keeping her hidden from the naked eye.

now WHAT was talon's best sniper doing HERE? surely nothing good....

Memory Prompt

You must have known this was pointless. You must have been desperate. Of course you were. You were looking for the man you knew. And when you found this thing that wore his face, his back was to you. You couldn’t see the soulless void of his eyes. You didn’t know the way his lip curled at the corner when he heard the familiar semi-silenceof your approach.You pleaded with him. Despite years of training, despite every indication that he was a lost cause, despite every order telling you that he was a target to be eliminated, in spite of your every gut instinct - you still believed you could save him from this. How your voice was at once chills coursing up his spine anda sweet nectar he longed to drink in. 

“I have to know - before all of this comes crashing down around us, Nick - I have to know that I at least tried to reason with you. If you stay with Talon, this can only end one way. If you come with me - maybe…we can make whatever they’ve done to you right.”In the shards of the mirror he saw your outstretched hand.His own raised toward the reflection- toward you-A cold sweat beads the glass in his grip.The com link flashes. Right on time.“I have completed the assignment.”He sets the drink aside.In the silence that follows, he bids you goodbye.

THUNDER RUMBLED in the heavens / vertical hash of textured clouds melting ominously into the ground. dusk steadily poured into the favelas from above. night crawled, shadows danced -- rio was nice this time of the year.

lacrima / these are your tears, mijo. every time you pull the trigger, the world cries. don’t forget your heart. you are worth more than the bullets you sink into flesh / worth more than the price of blood.

lightning ruptured the sky. a steady beat hit their bodies, wet & slick, needle-thin droplets erupting into fountains as the struck. an endless deluge, rain sliding down the labyrinth of their cloth, fabric & glass. eyeless mask stared at a cold-hearted arachnid / he felt the edges of lacrima in his palm. heavy, familiar & cold.

he rolled his shoulders, stance calm & wide, smirk already lifting his lips --

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