[Six years doesn't sound like such a long time in theory, but in practice (when you've been hunting and on the run at the same time) the time stretches on far too long. The sound of Ana's heels catch Reaper's attention first. He'd known they were coming long before that -- if he hadn't, Jack likely already would have gunned him down. That was what their 20 year relationship had turned into -- taking whatever shot they could any time they got the chance, and hoping one struck in a critical place.
Reaper is older now. His resurrection sickness has worn him down as much as his anger had worn at his sanity when he was still alive. His decays don't recover as quickly as they used to, his headaches last for days at a time, and he's tired. But as tired as he is, he's also committed to see Jack Morrison pay for what he did to him.
Of course he would send Amari in first is what runs through his head, clawed fingers curling with frustration. Of all the times he'd run up against them, Ana had carefully measured her response to protect herself and her family without taking him out. He can't imagine it was anything more than inexperience dealing with a ghost like him; but he's had time to think about just how many enemies he's made.
He'd thought Ana was dead as long as Jack had -- and maybe she never knew it, but she had been the glue holding them together. When she disappeared, everything had fallen apart. And while Ana might not have come back from the literal dead as Reyes had, she understood some of his struggle.
Reaper's growl echoes off the wall of the safehouse. He was a super soldier. Ana was a sniper. The disadvantage was easy to see, but Jack had told her to go in first anyway. It strokes the chip on his shoulder, makes his chest swell with indignation for his once-friend.]
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Reaper is older now. His resurrection sickness has worn him down as much as his anger had worn at his sanity when he was still alive. His decays don't recover as quickly as they used to, his headaches last for days at a time, and he's tired. But as tired as he is, he's also committed to see Jack Morrison pay for what he did to him.
Of course he would send Amari in first is what runs through his head, clawed fingers curling with frustration. Of all the times he'd run up against them, Ana had carefully measured her response to protect herself and her family without taking him out. He can't imagine it was anything more than inexperience dealing with a ghost like him; but he's had time to think about just how many enemies he's made.
He'd thought Ana was dead as long as Jack had -- and maybe she never knew it, but she had been the glue holding them together. When she disappeared, everything had fallen apart. And while Ana might not have come back from the literal dead as Reyes had, she understood some of his struggle.
Reaper's growl echoes off the wall of the safehouse. He was a super soldier. Ana was a sniper. The disadvantage was easy to see, but Jack had told her to go in first anyway. It strokes the chip on his shoulder, makes his chest swell with indignation for his once-friend.]
Still taking orders from Morrison, Amari?