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Moira was no stranger to the field, and she’d already run plenty of missions under Gabriel during her tenure with Blackwatch. This was different, of course. This was Talon, and their missions tended to be just as dangerous, and much more illegal in nature (not that Blackwatch didn’t often flirt with that line). Perhaps that was why they felt it necessary to place two healers on standby. Both, after all, were just as capable of dispensing enemy reinforcements as they were healing their fellow Talon agents.

“Well, this should be interesting,” She commented, casting Baptiste a sidelong glance as they strolled the perimeter. Nothing had started just yet, and so they waded through the calm before the storm. “We’ve never worked together before, quite an introduction, wouldn’t you say?”

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Baptiste wasn’t at all thrilled to be on the back-burner, while the rest of the team was ahead and doing the more interesting parts of the mission. He felt like he was practically babysitting this scientist, no matter how skilled she was in her craft. He wasn’t pleased, and his expression conveyed that clearly enough. “I’d say.” He agreed on that at least, that this was quite the circumstance for them to meet for the first time. The combat medic shouldered his hefty weapon, and glanced back at her, trying to not be as uptight as he felt over this situation. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you, Doctor O’deorain. Never thought you’d actually take to the field with your research, but what do I know... I’m not used to another medical officer being with me on a mission.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

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You must make a difference. I’m going to fight for a better world. For some, that means a bandage; for others, a bullet. Today, i give you the choice.

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Her face reacted before anything else could, drawing her lip up in a sneer that suggested utter disdain for the blonde’s question. In the next moment, that expression faded into nonchalance (best as it could under such scrutiny). She drew up her sharp shoulders in a shrug, closing her eyes and waving a hand dismissively.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Angela. Perhaps that new suit of yours is too tight, it’s making you see things.” And with that expertly crafted excuse, Moira resumed her once-over of the newest prototype of the Valkyrie suit. “Do you feel anything off? If not, let’s get you hooked up to the diagnostic equipment. The sooner we’re done, the better.”

Mercy found herself smirking towards the other, as it was so very obvious that the other woman was completely taken by surprise from her slight change in attire. The darker version of her usual combat outfit, she didn’t know it would cause this type of reaction, and she wasn’t about to switch out of it yet. “I’m pretty sure I can see just fine.” Her smirk widening, and she tilted her head back, exposing some of the underside of the extremely skin-tight suit, along her neckline. “And you seem to really like this, hm? Trying to rush me away. One would think you’re something nervous, Doctor?” | @talonedbanshee |

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Moira followed the gesture with her eyes, taking in the sight of bold red Russian letters sitting atop a similarly imposing English translation. She flexed her right hand as her gaze fell back on Baptiste. “Oh my, whatever shall I do?” Quickly enough, however, her cocksure smile gave way to a roll of her eyes as Moira leaned back in her seat.

“Relax. LaCroix isn’t here. I came alone. If you want it to stay that way, I suggest you cooperate.” She paused to taste the drink she had ordered (she couldn’t speak much Russian, but ‘viski’ wasn’t so difficult). She savored the burn of it, just as she was savoring the disdainful expression Baptise had dedicated to her throughout their entire exchange. 

“I’m not here to bring you back, though it’s a shame to see your mind wasted.” Her glass met the surface of the table with a dull thud. “I simply want answers, information that’s more of interest to me personally than my employers.”

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   “A waste?? Is that what you think this is??” He tried not to be loud, but the emotion behind all of this still burned deeply inside of him. This woman dared to come into his space and try to talk to him?? But of what? What was her goal in all of this, he had to wonder. “Answers?... Just what do you want to know?” He found himself growing calm again, as he focused on whatever it was that she wanted here. There were many possibilities that ran through his mind, of technology that she could want to possess, but he left that to what she’d say or confirm.    “If this is a trick, Doctor... This is your only warning to not cross me, for you will regret it.” He knew she’d understand the threat clearly enough, but with how smug she appeared to be didn’t ease any lingering tension in his being. His gaze was on her, trying to decipher if there was more she wasn’t letting on. | @talonedbanshee​ |

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It hadn’t be easy to track him down, but she had her ways (and Sombra had hers). It wasn’t long, then, before Moira found herself walking through the frozen streets of Kazan, Russia, hoping that this wasn’t the hacker’s idea of a cruel joke. Whatever landmarks the populous city boasted were ignored entirely in favor of the town’s outskirts, its seedy bars and back-alleys. She thought it better to approach him in public, though she wondered if he would even view her as a threat. While part of Talon herself, she wasn’t exactly the sort of agent they had sent thus far for the deserter.

“Baptiste.” She helped herself to the empty booth across from him, removing some of the bulk she had worn to combat subzero temperatures. A disguise had seemed useless, for there was little that could make a woman over six feet tall all that inconspicuous. “You’re looking good.” Moira seemed self-assured, smug even, despite holding no (apparent) upper hand in this exchange. It was a demeanor he might remember from their interactions during the brief overlap of her induction to Talon and the time just before his departure. 

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His dark eyes were trained on the woman, examining every metallic feature and her twisted smirk. He wondered how she managed to find him, but knew it was bound to happen with their resources, and he remembered that well enough. It wasn’t like Talon to release operatives out in the open, unless there was some extravagant plan to get someone back into the fold. “You need to leave. This place won’t look kindly to violence.” Gestures to the sign above the bar that read ‘No guns’. Then his hard gaze was back to her, and all of his disgust showing on his much younger features. “Why would they send their scientist?? Is the sniper nearby...” He wasn’t ready to go out, not in a time like this, but if it came to it he would make sure they all were given one hell of a time. Already his blood was pumping, preparing himself to run if he had to quickly. | @talonedbanshee​ |

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Now that was a laugh, though of course Moira was careful to maintain a neutral expression. Anything that she was doing to ‘help’ Reyes was carried out behind closed doors, without Overwatch’s knowledge. Morrison would have a fit if he knew the modifications that she had been working on. Angela would have a fit, which was why Moira was perfectly content to smile and divert the subject.

“That’s alright, this is essentially busy work., a distraction.” She paused, something glinting in her eyes as she studied the shorter doctor. “In fact, what do you say we call it a night, Angela? Perhaps we might grab a late night snack, or some coffee? Since you were so eager for a chat.”

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     “Oh?? Well, if that’s what this is, then alright.” She glanced again at the surrounding tools on the tables, and went to that judgement rather quickly. She’d definitely be needing a distraction after that stress. Her gaze went back to the doctor again as she was addressed, the smile on the other’s face kept her attention fully, and she nodded in agreement. “You know what?? Sure, why not! I wouldn’t mind a break, myself. I’d say it’s deserved.” A hot cup of Joe seemed like the best option right now, something to calm the nerves, and give an ample boost of energy as well. | @talonedbanshee​ |

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Or maybe you just don’t know enough about me yet. She thought, with some wry amusement, though she was content to keep at least one member of Overwatch on her side. Heaven knew she could hardly say that for Blackwatch, outside of Gabriel. And speaking of him…so that’s what this was about.

“I’m fine.” The answer was too blunt, just as obvious of an avoidance as the way her gaze shot back down to her work. “Reyes is fine, it looks worse than it is. And you know him, he’s stubborn.” She shrugged, glancing back to Angela with that seemingly carefree smirk. “Sweet of you to check in on me, Doctor Ziegler, but there’s no need. I’m not the sort to be overcome with worry.”

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  “Really? I find that hard to believe.” She smiled lightly, trying not to let anything aggressive come about, if it ever seemed that way. She knew that sometimes people would get a little upset if she appeared somewhat smug, in at particularly the wrong moments. So, she was going to try and keep herself in check here. “At least he’s in good hands with us involved, huh.” Angela wasn’t that confident in many things, but when it came to providing care and nursing people to health, she was one-hundred percent sure of herself.     “If you need a hand in whatever you’re doing there... I’m assuming it’s something to help Reyes? You can always ask me.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

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“W—” Moira’s eyebrows pinched together, and for once her expression lacked any trace of smugness. The scientist, despite her attitude towards others, had always been willing to admit her mistakes. After all, that was the only way to push forward, to learn. So what had she learned (other than the fact that she could, occasionally, be kind of a bitch).

“Angela, wait.” She sighed, her face physically fighting the urge to wrinkle her nose or something similarly juvenile. Instead, she swallowed her pride and pressed on. “I apologize. I’m rather used to the majority of Overwatch hating me, so I didn’t imagine you to be any different. My mistake.” Amari had, of course, always borne the brunt of the scrutiny on her research, but Morrison was never far behind, and both worried at Angela like parents. The harridan is old enough to be…

     “What exactly was it that you wished to talk about?”

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She paused once the other had called out for her to wait, and turned halfway towards the woman with an expression filled with so much annoyance at how much time she just wasted. Then, she turned fully with her arms folded across her chest, considering the question being pointed her way, and shrugged a shoulder at it. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t assume so much, Doctor. I never hated you, for I haven’t had a reason to. Everyone here can be so critical of one another, so it’s no wonder you’d think they all had thought that way.” Another shrug from her, and she let herself finally relax after a moment passed. “I was wondering how you were doing? How have you been holding up here? Besides all of that...” | @talonedbanshee​ |

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She didn’t even last through the second sentence before the inevitable eye-roll, after which Moira folded her arms and fixed a heavy lidded gaze on the doctor. “I have plenty of meaningful dialogues with others. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

This was, in her eyes, a huge waste of time and Moira wasn’t even sure why she was planning to indulge it any further. Yet rather than turn back to her work, she remained facing Angela with a sour expression, still bristling over the insults she had technically incited. She couldn’t begin to imagine why she even cared what Her Holiness thought. Then again, why did Angela even care enough to say it? Something snide entered Moira’s expression, as she came up with her own theory. “Really, you just can’t stand the thought of someone not liking you. Unbelievable.”

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    “I--- what???” Her eyes widened a bit at that, before frowning once again and looking exasperated at the other woman. She couldn’t believe that this was even being brought into the discussion, as she had only wanted an actual conversation with the other. “That’s not what this is about, at all!? I had no idea you hated me. Good to know. I’m only trying to talk with you. There’s no need to be this way...” She turned away to glare at something on the table, annoyed already that it was turning into this, and she wondered if she should take her leave of the lab for the rest of the night. It was obvious the other just wanted to be left alone, after all. “Good night, Doctor.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

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The answering look that Moira offered her, one riddled with agitation, was an expression that had made grown men turn tail on her. She knew, of course, that it wouldn’t scare off Angela so easily. Regardless, it was gone in a flash, replaced by something smug, something that often inspired irritation in others.

“I have plenty of company, Angela.” Her hand swept over the many petri dishes littering her work-space. “Thousands of bacteria, microscopic as they are, can be quite engaging I assure you.” She paused to give the doctor a thoughtful look. “Spending time with you, I find…is more like waiting for a sample of mold to grow.”

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Angela glanced towards the gestured dishes that were filled with so many of various bacteria, and whatever else Moira had attained samples of. The slight frown appeared on her face as she realized that the other had called her something as low as mold. There was clearly a lack of respect going on here between them, but it was definitely one-sided, as she had thought the other to be exceptional in her field. She folded her arms across her chest, brows raising with sarcasm dipped in her tone as she fixed her gaze on the dual-eyed individual. “So, that’s it, huh? You’re just going to wallow in your solitude, instead of taking a chance at having some sort of meaningful dialogue with another? That’s kinda lonesome, don’t you think? And a bit unhealthy, for someone who needs all of her brainpower at it’s fullest to think through critical situations, and studies.” | @talonedbanshee​ |

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Late nights in the lab were nothing new for the geneticist, and in fact she often preferred working well into the hours that most slept away. Fewer interruptions, fewer distractions, and free reign over the coffee maker, what could be better? Being totally alone in her lab, that’s what. Yet, regrettably, tonight that wasn’t the case. Only one other had lingered along with her, but that one person just had to be Overwatch’s precious angel. Moira had nothing to say to her, content instead to devote her attention to her own ongoing experiments. It wasn’t until the woman approached her station that she finally set her dual-colored gaze on her.

     “Yes, can I help you?”

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Angela had been working diligently on her own studies, along with bringing aide to any that needed it in her field. Tonight it seemed that she was to be lumped up with the likes of the other, more wary scientist, once the rest of the teams dispatched and moved onto other tasks. From the looks of it she saw the expression on O’Deorain’s face, that annoyed crease where her mouth frowned, that Angela had already done too much to annoy her. All I’ve done was breathe, and she seems to hate me. She took a moment to collect herself after making direct eye contact with the other, and brings a hand up to clear her throat as her glance moved off to something else, aimlessly. “Well, I noticed that you were alone over here, and thought you could use some company?” Overwatch really didn’t have any use for me elsewhere tonight? Alright then. | @talonedbanshee​ |

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The Deadlock Gang was busying themselves with their latest score, a massive train heist that involved loads of dynamite of course, while she went off to check on their new secret partner. It was a long journey just to reach the confines of her mansion’s basement, since it was a good stretch underground, but she eventually made it there. She didn’t even bother to knock on the door, and just entered, as it was her place and all. Long-booted heels clacked on the pristine, waxed tiles, and she practically sauntered her way over to where the scientist was working. Clears her throat, before leaning right against the table and looking her over with a light growl.      “I hope everything’s goin’ well here! After all, I’ve given you so much stuff to dabble with!” | @talonedbanshee |

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Moira let the woman’s hands wander, limiting herself to peppering what she could reach of Ashe’s neck with kisses. Her palm came to rest at the other’s cheek, her thumb stroking the flushed skin, urging her on. Every tug she felt at her clothing sent a jolt of pleasure through her, turning the corners of her mouth upwards in an impish smile. 

“Do you really want this so badly, hm? From a lowly prisoner?” Moira’s tone teased, but her hand seemed to oblige Ashe’s command. It slid over her bare belly, nails snagging against the fabric of her trousers, before she slipped her fingers between the woman’s thighs. And again, she teased. Light pressure accompanied a mocking aw. “What if someone were to hear? Or to see you like this? Their fearless leader, begging, undone…”

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Ashe smirked to herself, pleasantly pleased with the results of tonight’s hefty score. It wasn’t often she, well rarely (if not ever), had a chance to bed a prisoner. Though, none of them had the appeal that this one does, and she had been made viciously aware of it as the growing minutes passed between them. Now, she was itching to have those fingers between her legs, and found herself willing to do whatever it takes just to have her selfish wants. “I’ll be even more fearless after we’re done here! And if someone questions, I’ll just knock their teeth out.” She said with her breaths already coming out in light pants, finding all of this situation far more exciting than any thrill-seeking train robbery. Fingers grasp at the other, needing to have her up close and personal, while her lips continued to insistently press into her neck for bites and nips. “I want it-- I want it, even from a lowly prisoner. You’re damn right, I do!” | @talonedbanshee |

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Moira’s grin was instantaneous, and she wasted no time in closing the distance between them. Her lithe fingers fell upon the buttons that still remained fastened, running down each one to make a click as her nail passed over them. Her eyes were alight as they flickered up to Ashe’s pointed face, while she used her free hand to take in the silky texture of her short, pale locks.

“You know, I can see why Jesse felt compelled to join you lot…what with such a friendly initiation.” Moira had to lean in quite a bit to bring her lips level with the skin at Ashe’s neck, but she did so in one fluid movement. Meanwhile, she hooked her finger at the neckline of the bothersome blouse, yanking downwards to give a satisfying pop with each button undone. They scattered down noisily onto the hardwood floor, seemingly gone in the blink of an eye and leaving Moira’s hand free to roam beneath the fabric. She found the curve of Ashe’s waist and pulled her closer with a growl.

     “But he was always too soft for this life. You’re something       else, something stronger, something hungrier. Am I right?”

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   “Dear, you are absolutely right on that. I’m more than he could handle, and that’s why he left. Stupid moron, that boy! Jesse seems to miss out on the best of opportunities.” She smirked, thoroughly enjoying the rough sort of treatment from her ‘prisoner,’ and pressed herself up even closer to the woman’s warm body. It was refreshing to have someone that was willing to go out of the usual comfort zone, and gave Ashe the kind of thrill she had been seeking for some while. She pressed her lips against the other’s neck, while her hands were busy with the straps and near skin-tight cloth that trapped the scientist’s lithe form beneath. Ashe’s mind was so wrapped up in this wonderful, delightful attention, that she almost didn’t care if this could possibly lead into some sort of trap from the other. Any chance at pleasure, she was more than willing to lower her defenses for it; a hefty price for delicious sin. Fingers gripped with the woman’s hip, forcing her to crash right up against her middle, and a guttural gasp left her throat. She craved for more. “Give it to me, sweetcakes. Give this to me now!” | @talonedbanshee​ |

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“Is that so? That isn’t what McCree said.” Moira teased, though she obeyed the woman’s invitation readily enough. Closing the door carefully behind her, she strode closer to Ashe’s figure, which held considerably more interest to her right now than any expensive decoration.

“You seem to be having some trouble there, need any help?” The question was posed with a sly smile, leaving one to wonder whether or not the scientist was even being serious. “Or did you simply want my opinion on the decor? The drapes are lovely, but the bed frame is a bit much.”

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   “...Hm... I don’t know what McCree’s told you, but he’s certainly got a wild imagination, and probably lyin’. Wouldn’t trust his word.” She thought briefly on that scruffy, troublesome man, and then scoffed at the mental image of him trying to explain to anyone on how she was. It was something of a compliment, she was sure of it, that he was somewhat bragging about her in a way, but overall it was mostly annoying!  Then her thoughts were back to the present, and of the woman near her that was clearly offering help with an outfit that was just a little too snug and tucked into her pants. With another smirk her way, Ashe turned fully to the other and presented herself with open arms. “If you’d kindly would. It’d be appreciated.” | @talonedbanshee​ |