[76 has known for some time that he's being tailed. He doesn't know who--they're fast, discreet, and they clearly know what they're doing, so even with all of his experience, he can't pin them down. It's more than frustrating, and it's had him on edge for days.
He assumes it's an ex-agent. The recall means a lot of things, but since he's a vigilante actively breaking into old Overwatch outposts, he's sure it's only a matter of time before someone comes after him to gauge his intent. Decide if he's a threat no worse than Talon, or an asset that could be recruited. That's what this must be, he tells himself.
When he camps out for the night, he makes sure it's defensible--not that he ever really sleeps. It's even worse now that he knows he's being followed, and he forgoes any kind of campfire in favor of trying to be discreet, but they catch up with him anyway.
As soon as he hears the footsteps, he's on his feet, rifle trained on the source of the noise, more than ready to pull the trigger. Nothing, however, could prepare him for who steps out of the shadows. It takes a moment--he has to put a name to a face and add years, and then he wonders if he's gone completely out of his mind.
They went back, but they never found her. He looked for as long as he could. They practically had to force him to stop.
And now she's here, and she knows, even facing him down in mask and visor. Of course she does. She probably knew the instant he hit the news. Either that, or she's just giving him her best guess, and he's not about to blow his own cover, even in the face of long-dead teammates.
He jerks his rifle, threatening to fire. He's not entirely convinced this isn't some sort of trick.]
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He assumes it's an ex-agent. The recall means a lot of things, but since he's a vigilante actively breaking into old Overwatch outposts, he's sure it's only a matter of time before someone comes after him to gauge his intent. Decide if he's a threat no worse than Talon, or an asset that could be recruited. That's what this must be, he tells himself.
When he camps out for the night, he makes sure it's defensible--not that he ever really sleeps. It's even worse now that he knows he's being followed, and he forgoes any kind of campfire in favor of trying to be discreet, but they catch up with him anyway.
As soon as he hears the footsteps, he's on his feet, rifle trained on the source of the noise, more than ready to pull the trigger. Nothing, however, could prepare him for who steps out of the shadows. It takes a moment--he has to put a name to a face and add years, and then he wonders if he's gone completely out of his mind.
They went back, but they never found her. He looked for as long as he could. They practically had to force him to stop.
And now she's here, and she knows, even facing him down in mask and visor. Of course she does. She probably knew the instant he hit the news. Either that, or she's just giving him her best guess, and he's not about to blow his own cover, even in the face of long-dead teammates.
He jerks his rifle, threatening to fire. He's not entirely convinced this isn't some sort of trick.]
Drop your weapon.