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Black smoke slid beneath the doorway, for once the wraith form working in his favor. When it usually forced him out of his physical form at the worst possible times — this moment had been different somehow. He did not waste time on the details of his CONDITION, merely slipping in without a single soul noticing how the air had shifted.
The smoke rose, materializing into his human form once again and sending a shooting pain through his spine. His teeth clenched beneath the mask, silently cursing the world for making him suffer so. Perhaps it would have been better off if he’d stayed DEAD. No matter, as the last of the smoke materialized into his cloak he took a step forward, the sound of his boots echoing through the room.
“ZIEGLER — “
Her name fell from his mouth as a low growl as his arm extended, shotgun pressed against the back of her neck. Talon had its own ideas as to why he was there, now, of all times. They were free to believe what they wanted, but the truth was simple. The Reaper would not rest until he learned who the mole was. Who had betrayed Overwatch and all they stood for, and led to his death.
Either the medic knew, or she was responsible.
