yup, it's mcreyes time

[gravemistake]

[Gabriel knows that he may have miscalculated. He'd done what he had to do, and he has no real regrets (he never does), but several months into Blackwatch's suspension, he's starting to think about whether or not he could have gone about things a different way, if only because of the net result of his actions. Jack was right to put a pause on their operations from a political standpoint, even if Reyes will never say it out loud--the real problem is that Gabriel has never cared for politics, and Overwatch has effectively neutered itself. Much of the effectiveness of the organization was thanks to Blackwatch's clandestine intelligence, and without it (or at least, without some of it, because Reyes isn't about to fully obey a suspension order), everyone is flying a little more blind than they're used to.

And, of course, Gabriel takes great pride in Blackwatch's indispensability, enough to consider himself justified, from Venice to this current predicament and beyond, even if it's resulted in temporary inconvenience for everyone.

What's brewing in London is not a surprise to him, and it's only a matter of time before things come to a head. Without eyes in the field or ears to the ground, he can't be sure of what's coming, but London's mayor has signed off on Turing Green, a groundbreaking is imminent, which means a backlash is also imminent. They don't have a lot of time before something snaps, and Gabriel would rather cut it off at the pass if he can, even if their usual missions are most certainly out of the question.

There are other things he can do.]

I'm sending you to London.

[Gabriel is kicking back in the observation deck of Blackwatch's training range, watching Genji go through the motions below while McCree fiddles with his gun, presumably so he can go next. It's all pointless, but without any real missions on the docket, hanging around and keeping their skills sharp is the best thing they can do, even if they're all being a little halfhearted about it. Turns out a suspension directly caused by Reyes' extrajudicial killing is not so great for morale.

He tilts his head lazily in McCree's direction. It's not a request--Jesse is still mad at him, Reyes can tell, which means he isn't going to approach this like it's open for discussion. Besides, all of his agents are wasting away. He's banking on McCree being bored enough and curious enough to be amenable to the idea.]

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[good_bamf_ugly]

[Going through the motions was all any of Blackwatch could do, least of all McCree. He was restless. Pent up. Still angry at what Reyes did in Venice and wondering how much he can even trust him anymore, or if he has much of a choice. McCree asked Genji on more than one occasion to spar and his frustration only mounted when even the cybernetic ninja declined him. McCree's seeping, misplaced ire would not a good spar make. He was about to settle for a solo enterprise in the training range to blow off some steam but even that opportunity was taken away from him.]

...London?

[But potentially replaced with a better one. He crinkles his nose and then passes Genji a quizzical look, to which he cants his head like it's a riddle he already figured out... but then shrugs, leaving it for the cowboy to figure out. McCree groans and stomps his way up the stairs to the observation deck.]

What's this about?

[He wasn't a fool. He was well aware London was a powder keg about to go off, but Reyes never did anything on a whim.

Except, you know, a little extrajudicial murder.]

[gravemistake]

[Genji, for his part, does not seem terribly offended that he's not being offered a trip to London, and can sense that the training session is over. He gives McCree a dispassionate shrug, not waiting to be dismissed before heading to the locker room. Gabriel, for his part, waits until McCree has trudged up the stairs to answer.]

Don't tell me you don't see it coming.

[He sounds a little disappointed that McCree is even asking these questions, but of course, things haven't quite been the same between the two of them ever since Venice. He wonders how much of an argument this will be, and part of him finds the prospect exciting.

For now, he sounds dispassionate, like everything he's saying should be obvious, his attention on Genji's readouts more than McCree himself.]

I want to get you in there before shit hits the fan.

[good_bamf_ugly]

[Starting off so derisive is so... Reyes of Reyes! It's really not hard to get McCree inflamed with the tone, like bait dangled right in front of his face. He'd been begrudgingly compliant during that mission for the sake of everyone getting home safe and sound, but out of it he's not one to shy away from expressing himself, quick to sneer with fists balled at his sides.

Right here in the privacy of his office, it's actually perfect. He's going to give Reyes a piece of his mind if he doesn't explain himself right now.]

You mean like shit already hit the fan? Or did you think that wasn't enough?

[gravemistake]

[If there's one thing Gabriel is good at, it's pissing people off by saying and doing very little--usually he and McCree are on the same wavelength, so it's something of a new experience to be so at odds. He knows what it's all about, of course, but he isn't about to concede an inch. Everything he's done since Venice is one form of doubling down or another.]

Turing Green is happening, which means it's only a matter of time.

[Before either human or omnic extremists take matters into their own hands. Gabriel would rather stay ahead of the curve, which is hard enough as it is with Blackwatch suspended.]

So, more but different shit, to answer your question.

[He's not even going to mention Venice, even if that's what McCree is implying.]

[good_bamf_ugly]

[McCree is primed to be riled up easily, especially by Gabriel since he's been the primary source of most--if not all--of it at the moment. McCree leans over his desk, a deep scowl set in his eyes.]

You know what I mean, Gabriel. [He hisses low,] What's gotten into you lately?

[He reclaims his own space by rearing back, mostly so he can better gesticulate his frustration with heavy finger taps on Gabriel's desk. I didn't sign up for this just to get jerked around without a clue. [He says, like he signed up willingly at all in the first place.]