He had to adjust to life in Talon. He was going to work under them and many of their operatives. It was like he was back to square one all over again in Blackwatch. Even as he was shoved along by the butt of the guns, he still thought of the reason he came here. It might’ve been crazy and the worst plan in the world but McCree wasn’t known for good plans anyways.
He wasn’t sure how initiations worked at Talon or if they had that kind of thing at the organization. His acceptance into Blackwatch was just tons of paperwork and background checks that ensured that he was fit for the job he would have to endure during his time there.
Even as confident as he was, he felt like he was making a mistake by trying to find the last remnants of a woman he barely knew and finding the last traces of Overwatch or Blackwatch within the ranks of Talon. Many didn’t survive Zurich that was in the building at the time of the explosion but the traces he had gathered brought him to Talon. The self - doubt he carried almost stopped him from coming up to the organization about wanting to fight with them.
Widowmaker. The name was an anomaly to him but her previous connections to Overwatch made her mean something to him. It wasn’t in an intimate sort of way but rather he wanted to know more about the organization and she was the only one who could provide that kind of information if she remembered.
As he was taken to where the hell they wanted him to be, he looked around closely at the base. He had to remember the layout for easier navigation when on his own. It was dull and dark but he expected as such.
The room was cool, the air ruffling her hair, and tickling her skin. Finally, she felt somewhat at ease with the warmth of the liquid running through her and perhaps she could be somewhat human. Well, as human as someone with blue skin could be. Now that her limbs were a little looser she could go to the training room to continue working on other skills that she wished to keep sharpened. Close combat wasn’t her forte since she sniped from a distance, and Widowmaker wouldn’t allow someone to catch her off guard. She had to learn how to keep herself alive.
Walking the halls, she heard whispers of fresh blood arriving. agents excitedly whispering amongst themselves. It seemed to be hard to get people to join them, not that she blamed any of them, they weren’t known for their peacekeeping. So, why would someone willingly join? She pondered to herself, boots making no noise as she moved to where she wished to go. The mug was still held in her hand, it was hard to let go of something that made her feel comforted, made her feel warm.
Instead of heading to the training room, she took a turn to go to the interrogation room because where else would they take a new person? No, of course, they wouldn’t give them a tour, they were going to prove his loyalty to them. For all Talon knew, they were a double agent which made Widowmaker smirk.
Staring through the glass while sipping on her tea, her gaze went sharp, lips pressing together in a line. She remembered when Gabriel spoke of a kid who caused lots of trouble, makes jokes about him turning his hair gray. Now he didn’t look like much of a child any longer, he looked way different than she had remembered him. Why would he of all people come to Talon? Questions swirled in her head, but she didn’t let any of her surprise show on her face. Or the fact she knew of this person, no reason why it mattered to anyone. If they knew that she used to knew McCree then they would think something was off and maybe her own plan wouldn’t work. So much work to do, so little time.
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