The Doc wasn't much to look at anymore, not when she was toiling in the mud and helping out the deeply oppressed and weak. He personally wouldn't waste his time on them, but Angela had always had as soft spot for world peace and helping the lesser than most. It must have been the vow to heal and all that nonsense. She would be better served applying herself as Moira did, forcing the species to evolve rather than wallow in its weakness. He mused she would be out of work if all the scabs of the place were wiped out.
It hadn't actually been easy to find her, surprisingly. He had worked to locate her, but she was constantly on the move as far as he could tell, moving from one poverty and war stricken village to the next. That made it difficult to get a solid bead on her location and Talon wasn't about to invest much time in a doctor, even one of Angela's caliber. She was off to the side and not a threat, so she was not worth their time.
Ironically, she was one of the few former Overwatch agents that he hadn't put on his list. She might have been Overwatch, but she was not worth the bullet in his mind. Let her get some foreign disease and waste away. That would be far more suitable. He thought she would like going out that way too, so it worked for them both he supposed.
Reaper finally tracked her and headed to her location, not to actually visit with her - he couldn't be certain she knew who he was - but because she had a medical solution to a problem that Moira had yet to fix. Something so simple as a developed vaccine for disease ridden warzones wasn't something he normally would consider, but considering his rot was constant, maybe this would stabilize the inconvenience of trying to at least fake sleep and then melting into whatever air circulating system was both annoying and earned him a reputation that had him killing a few Talon agents.
So he invaded her medical tent in the dead of night, waiting until the light was off and passing guards were on alert for any insurgence push than black mist slipping under the tent borders. He formed up and picked his way carefully and quietly around the place, familiarizing himself with it before he began to search for the small fridge that would have to keep the vaccine. Waxy light illuminated both the tent momentarily and his goal.
Of course, she didn't just carry one vaccine, not in a disease ridden dust bowl like this. He picked up a vial from each flat and peered at the label until he found the one that seemed like the worst of the worst, the one that hopefully would either have an effect or could be modified to do so.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
For Mercy
It hadn't actually been easy to find her, surprisingly. He had worked to locate her, but she was constantly on the move as far as he could tell, moving from one poverty and war stricken village to the next. That made it difficult to get a solid bead on her location and Talon wasn't about to invest much time in a doctor, even one of Angela's caliber. She was off to the side and not a threat, so she was not worth their time.
Ironically, she was one of the few former Overwatch agents that he hadn't put on his list. She might have been Overwatch, but she was not worth the bullet in his mind. Let her get some foreign disease and waste away. That would be far more suitable. He thought she would like going out that way too, so it worked for them both he supposed.
Reaper finally tracked her and headed to her location, not to actually visit with her - he couldn't be certain she knew who he was - but because she had a medical solution to a problem that Moira had yet to fix. Something so simple as a developed vaccine for disease ridden warzones wasn't something he normally would consider, but considering his rot was constant, maybe this would stabilize the inconvenience of trying to at least fake sleep and then melting into whatever air circulating system was both annoying and earned him a reputation that had him killing a few Talon agents.
So he invaded her medical tent in the dead of night, waiting until the light was off and passing guards were on alert for any insurgence push than black mist slipping under the tent borders. He formed up and picked his way carefully and quietly around the place, familiarizing himself with it before he began to search for the small fridge that would have to keep the vaccine. Waxy light illuminated both the tent momentarily and his goal.
Of course, she didn't just carry one vaccine, not in a disease ridden dust bowl like this. He picked up a vial from each flat and peered at the label until he found the one that seemed like the worst of the worst, the one that hopefully would either have an effect or could be modified to do so.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)