Unholy hell am I sorry for forgetting about this story and this website in general, it's been a while since I looked at this website and I truly apologize for that but I promised a chapter 8 to this story so here it is. OMG has it been a while.

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Chapter 8 _The orchard burns

The fireworks from that explosion left a twisted glee on Gabe's masked face. It was over, the dawn was here; the doctor was passed out in the seat next to him and so was Lena on the other side of him. They were going back home. The next few days might have himself back in a cell or dead, for real this time but he didn't give that much thought. He closed his eyes listening to the hum of the engine and drifted into a blissful sleep.

Tracer woke him with a prodding to his forehead, he grabbed her wrist instinctively but she vanished just as he tightened his grip. She instantly reappeared at the entrance to the ship with a mocking smile on her face. "Let's go ghosty!" she taunted. "Gotta debrief." She vanished again. He followed her without hesitation, turning to smoke to leave his chair, he condensed to his human form outside the ship. This was one of the few times he didn't stop by the medic's office after a mission.

In the meeting room everyone was waiting. Winston gave the debriefing with a slideshow that Athena had prepared. Tracer couldn't seem to help commenting whenever she was mentioned. "…The mission was a complete success, all of Reapers clones were accounted for-" he was cut off by the door opening for Reaper to enter, who was already inside. "Time to die." Reaper taunted, shotguns raised. Everyone in the room reacted at once using their respective weapons, the reaper inside included, the table was flipped on its side and the Reaper who had just entered was riddled with projectiles, bullets, throwing stars, an arrow and shotgun pellets. He collapsed only to instantly reform from the black smoke that covered the floor around him.

Both Reapers used wraith mode to attack each other, they grappled down the hallway, shotguns blasting. Everyone else in tow behind Reinhardt's shield no one wanting to be caught in the deadly cross-fire. One Reaper pulled the mask off of the other to reveal Gabriel's scarred and enraged face. The dueling continued carrying into the hangar. By the time everyone else got there neither of them had a mask and they shared the same face. Both were panting with wounds closing up in shadowy vapor. They glared at each other with a clear intent to kill the other.

Mirror images, they lashed out in a flurry of attacks, not dissimilar to a death blossom, only perfectly directed at one another. Dropping their guns they lashed out with their clawed gauntlets. Neither bothering with defense. They separated from their dance of death panting. No clear end in sight as they drew their guns again to continue.

Tracer looked over to Soldier 76 "which one are we supposed to root for?" 76 didn't answer, he fired his helix rockets at one of them and followed up with a second round to shoot the second of his former friend. After a moment Jack dropped his gun and walked up to one of them he broke his neck in one swift motion.

Throwing His healing buoy to his old friend he retrieved his rifle and looked up to see everyone staring at him. Everyone clearly had the exact same question. He answered it without anyone ever asking it. "I knew it was him." Gabe smirked. "Well I'm beat lets order a pizza."

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