Mercy76 Week 2 – Day 7: Mission
Angela tightened her grasp on the staff, eyes stuck firmly to the glass window, scanning the cityscape. Lena sat behind her, chatting up Hana and Lucio about their after mission dinner plans.
In truth, she’d rather fall into a nice bath and curl up with a book after.
Well, there’s one person she’d rather spend that time with than a book…
She smiled, turning to look Jack in the eye. Over the past few months her soldier had returned, though admittedly with more scars than before.
He nodded, looked over his shoulder and leaned in for a quick kiss. She smiled wide at the vague gagging sounds behind them.
“Next time Emily and you stark necking well be sure to return the favor.”
Lena stopped laughing to frown.
“Necking? How old are you again?”
Angela stuck out her tongue in defiance, grabbing another quick smooch in response.
Jack smirked as he slipped on his visor and took up position by the door. Gunfire began buffeting the sides of the ship, forcing the others to a ready position.
The door dropped and she followed Jack out the door, ducking laser fire and rocket blasts. The crisp Russian air whipped up the snow as they trudged to the low wall.
“Team two, you in position?”
“Roger, we’ve got eyes on the left flank, engaging now.” Came Lena’s eager response.
Jack lifted his free hand as a fist, then pointed forward. Angela activated her secondary beam and the two charged just as Lena’s squad entered the fray. The enemy was pushed off balance, forcing them to regroup near the right flank, which happened to be a 500-foot drop straight down. By the time they realized what was happening, it was too late.
“Lower your weapons.” Jack shouted.
The leader simply turned to his fellows and, quick as they could, pulled a hidden pin from their waists and charged.
Jack didn’t hesitate, merely fired, spurring the others to do so as well. Hana jumped in front of Lucio just as one of the assailants grenades went off, forcing the mech to crumple.
“D.va, report!” Jack shouted, finishing off one of the last troopers.
Angela was already there, helping to pull the girl from the wreckage.
“I’m alright, little soot stained but otherwise I’m good.”
She took a cursory glance at Hana, looked to be favoring her right side a little, and indeed covered in soot, but otherwise unscathed. Still, she activated her staff and repaired whatever damage there was.
“She’s good to go, but I’d recommend she stay with us, Lena’s team needs to be fast.”
Hana looked like she’d swallowed a particularly tart candy, but nodded when Lucio and Lena agreed.
“Sorry luv, but she’s right.”
“It’ll be over before you know it, then we can finish that dance.”
The MEKA pilot had smirked then, popping a new stick of gum and giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
“Right, team two, do your thing, we’ll handle the rest.”
With Hana in tow they made their way onto the compound, the two soldiers checking corners and making call outs when they could. Angela smiled at the two’s rapport , a few weeks ago and Jack couldn’t stand her, but after getting to know her (and with some nudging on Lena’s part) the two found common ground.
“I’m almost out of clips.” Said Hana, taking cover behind a crate.
The medic slung the staff over her shoulder and pulled up her pistol.
She fired, taking two of their assailants down without issue. The enemy adapted quickly, focusing their fire on her instead. She ducked, feeling the halo around her head take a hit.
She looked to find Hana and Jack firing over their cover, taking out the two remaining soldiers effortlessly.
“You missed his head.” she quipped.
“He’s dead isn’t he?” jack shot back.
“Yeah but now he’s gonna twitch, see, he’s doing it now!”
Angela peeked over her crate to find the soldier was indeed twitching on the floor.
“What do you want me to do, kill him again?”
A massive explosion rocked the building, Lena’s team no doubt.
The two reloaded and moved towards the exit, Angela in tow.
“Um, team one, we’re in a pickle here.” Said Lena.
“Roger Team Two, where are you?”
“Lobby, ground level. Widow’s ‘ere.”
The three of them shared a look, they hadn’t seen her in action before, but her current body count was estimated to be in the hundreds. Jack turned to Hana and set a hand on her shoulder.
“You stick to me like glue, you got it?”
“Widow will do anything to get her kill, so you stick to me and don’t move unless I say so.”
Hana opened her mouth to level a response, only stopping when she saw the serious look in Angela’s eye.
The rushed to the lobby, encountering little to know resistance. The sounds of gunfire reached their ears as they slid into cover above Lena. Her right leg was bloody, a clean shot through her thigh. Lucio sat beside her, smacking his healing unit.
“Widow’s outside, and the enemy is closing in.”
Jack looked to Angela and Hana, then to the others and sighed.
Before she could so much as blink, Jack leapt over the railing and fired a cluster of rockets, scattering the advancing men for an instant. He activated his visor and continued to fire, downing at least ten men before Widow forced him to drop his rifle.
Hana leapt down as well, forcing Angela to follow. Widow’s fire brought them all in cover as the enemy regrouped.
“We need a plan.” She said.
“Workin on it.” Said Lucio.
The medic turned her staff to Lena and began to heal her as best she could.
“I’m all right, I’ve got a plan.”
She saw a grenade in his hand, and understood.
“Fire when he drops it and fall back.”
The others frowned, but nodded nonetheless.
“Torbjorn, prep the shuttle, we’re coming in hot.”
Jack dropped the grenade, waited for the flash, grabbed his gun and ran, following the others amid the confusion.
They had survived, now they had to make it home.
