Forgotten Friendship | Genji x Reader

Swiss Base

You enjoyed the first part of your mission, blending in. Switzerland was a nice place and you wish you were just there for vacation. Dusk was rapidly approaching and you were getting a drink at a nearby bar. You were determined to have at least a little fun before getting murdered by the hands of Overwatch or Talon. 

You were to find the files for a rumored undercover sector of Overwatch. Blackwatch. When they were released from SEP Morrison took on the role of Strike Commander and Reyes just, disappeared. He didn't die, he didn't move. He was just gone. 

Rumors of Blackwatch started to surface in London after they cleared out some omnics. Talon were suspicious so you were to find out if they indeed existed. You had no doubt that Overwatch had a team of trained killers and you were about to attempt to expose them. If breaking and entering into a military base wasn't enough grounds for manslaughter, that would be the icing on the cake.

You finished your drink, the clock hitting midnight. You spent too long at the bar, so you tossed some money on the counter to cover your tab before you made your way to your death trap. The Overwatch Swiss Base. The biggest Overwatch facility in the world. 

The lights were dim around the building, probably for security. No doubt you'd be spotted, or they would know of your existence by morning. Talon knew what they were doing, they were testing your true strength and skills with one of the deadliest missions they could ever conduct with the worse set of rules.

You entered the lot through the back garden. The bushes making for good camouflage from the lights. The door was in sight, but it didn't seem to have a passcode of any kind, leaving you to believe it was a simple lock.

You ducked behind a tree when you saw someone walking out the door, their face looking at their phone while an unlit cigar hung from their mouth. "Fuckin' Reyes." You could hear him mutter as he unknowingly walked past you. "'im and 'is bullshit cheatin'" 

You quietly stepped towards the door, catching it just as it was about to close. Slipping in, you were quick to look around every corner before progressing through the empty halls. You were looking for a room that looked important and that's exactly what you found.

The door was still open, allowing you to get in and go straight to the desk. You opened the drawers, looking through all the files until your eyes landed on a manila folder labeled 'Blackwatch Classified Personal List.' 

You could have run right then and there. You could have taken the folder and booked it out the door, ignoring alarms on your way out, but you didn't. Part of you wanted to get caught, part of you wanted to look in the folder yourself. Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's being done with Talon and their bullshit. Maybe you just don't want to sleep with Antonio. All of these are possible options.

You open the folder, seeing four tabs on the side of the pile of papers The first one you saw was Gabriel Reyes, Blackwatch Commander, Former SEP member. This already was enough to confirm what they needed, but you wanted to read more.

Flipping the papers over you were then met with Jesse McCree, a former Deadlock gang member. There were a lot of notes down about how dangerous he can be with a gun in his hands, you were wanting to rival that.

The third was Moira O'Deorain. A medical specialist and questionable doctor. Her location was unknown, leaving you to believe she wasn't in the immediate area.

Upon turning to the last page you found someone grabbing onto your neck, holding in the right spot to keep you from speaking, but also to keep you alive and breathing. "Who do ya think ya are?" The accent was throwing you off, but from the color of his arm you ruled out it being Reyes or O'Deorain. Reyes is darker skinned and Moira's really pale. Since you don't know who that last person is, you presume it's McCree.

"Athena."

"Yes, Agent McCree." Your assumption was confirmed.

"We got an intruder. Which commander is awake?"

"Neither are,  McCree, but I can wake them."

"Please do."

It felt like hours before you were released from his grasp, onto to be grabbed by the arm and pulled towards the door. "Hm, haven't had a spy on base before." The man in front of you was someone you knew well. Jack Morrison, poster boy for Overwatch. Though without his uniform he seemed less threatening to you. "What did she grab, McCree?"

"Our Blackwatch information." 

Jack groaned, "How far did she get into it?"

"She's on Moira. I don't think she knows 'bout-"

"Good."

You're pulled down the hall, thrown into a room. "What are we doin' with 'er?" McCree was following Jack, holding onto the folder.

Jack held his hand out, to which McCree put the folder in it. "See if she wants to make this quick and talk. If not, wait until morning and Reyes can have at her."

McCree nods his eyes locking with yours. "Whatcha got to say fer yerself?"

You weren't dumb enough to let them know you spoke English, so you started yelling in Japanese. Jack seemed confused while McCree just rolls his eyes. "Does she not know English?"

"She's spewing the same thing that-"

"Are you sure?"

McCree nods, "Sounds just like it, pretty sure she just cursed at ya." He was indeed right, you cussed him out to his face in your native tongue. You were dead anyways, you might as well curse your captor.

"Whatever." Jack groaned, "Gabriel can deal with her in the morning. I'm going back to bed."

The door was closed in your face, locking from the outside. You groan and find a seat on the ground, laying your head against the wall. You weren't going to be killed on sight, you should have known they would interrogate you and if Reyes is anything like they say, it'll be worse than dying.