Tension is high in the early morning; the weather reflecting this. Bitter, and unforgiving. The Overwatch agents are awaiting anxiously at HQ, none sharing pleasantries as usual. At the break of dawn, they received a message from Athena titled URGENT. Alerted by this, Angela didn’t give second thought to what the rest of the message may say. Usually cautious and careful to read such details, she found herself in a panicked state - a rush as such, to get down to HQ. NOW. She was perhaps more clueless than the other agents because of this choice.It was just that, Angela never liked this part of the job. Upon receiving that message, she felt sick. t’was as if she could literally feel her heart in her throat. These messages were never sent out of the blue over something basic - like a silly broken coffee machine. No, only once before had she received a simple urgent message - and that, did not bode well.
A slender finger gracefully reaches past her cheek to tuck a few stray strands of golden hair behind her ear. Breathe Angela. Breathe.
A face she did not recognise seemed to gather the attention of the agents, her being the last to acknowledge this presence. A male figure stands before her. Tall, with a face that oozed authority. And azure eyes lock on with his for a split second. His were filled with d r e a d. His face pale, so much so, she thought he may pass out. As a temporary precaution, one couldn’t help but keep her hand close to her pockets should she need to assist him medically. And he closes the door behind him, and almost does an awkward like shuffle between one foot and the other before finding a comfortable position for his announcement.
“Good Morning Agents, as you are aware the Talon have been close behind us for.. some time now. But, not this close…” - a pause.
Short gasps fill the room, and Angela feels her cheeks becoming increasingly warm, and no doubt looking a darker shade; with worry.
“Last night, Agent Gérard was… assassinated.-”
The male barely finished his sentence before the room erupted into shocked gasps and near screams. Yes, they were strong as a unit, and yes they had always overcome any troubles that caused Overwatch an issue.. but t h i s? This came as a shock to everybody. He was one of the best, and a dear friend of Angela’s too. Shaking her head in disbelief, her eyes wide and her mouth open - unable to speak, she gives the male a begging look. Please say this isn’t true. But what he said next, shocked her maybe even slightly more. Perhaps her more than anyone.
“It’s not confirmed, but we believe his wife Amélie , may have been involved. Upon finding his body this morning, she was no where to be seen. With no trace of a ransom note or anything leading us to believe she may have been taken - like before! We are to think of her as a suspect for this time being. Investigators are gathering evidence and DNA as we speak. We’ll give you an update as we get it. Be vigilant agents. None of you are safe… And if any of you may know anything regarding this, please come and find me - urgently.”
And with that, and questions suddenly arising and being shouted at this figure; he turned around, opened the door, and left.
The room e r u p t e d at this point, but Angela stood in silence.
Why would Amélie be a suspect?
Yes, it made sense what information this male fed them, but they must have some background history on her to know she isn’t like who they think she is? The other agents may not have been aware of the known fact that Angela had met his wife once before. She was a famous ballet dancer.
It just didn’t make sense. The night she met Amélie ; was more pleasant than words could describe. Gérard had invited Angela and a few others that were outside of Overwatch to see Amélie perform. It was a grand affair, with fine wine, and expensive nibbles. Enough to make even the medic feel out of her comfort zone.
But, after the show they were formally introduced. The only way she could describe her, was of that similar to herself. She was welcoming, and warm and inviting. Her smile made the room brighter. Beautiful and charming, she was everything a man would want in a wife. There was no shadow of a doubt that a woman such as herself would ever do something like this. Not to Gérard . No, this wasn’t right.
Angela slipped out of the room leaving everyone in uproar to themselves, she had to find somewhere quiet to work out what was going on. The male figure was obviously just a messenger, and somehow approaching him to explain how well she knew Amélie - which wasn’t very well at all, would just be returned with a shrug and a dismissal. Would it be safe for her to go and investigate the house? Most definitely not. Was her gut instincts telling her to leave and research for herself, regardless? Absolutely.