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Angela found herself smiling at the professionalism that the young Swiss soldier had, even in a time of panic and war. Once the young Swiss soldier had left, the woman turned her head to Fareeha as the jumper Captain spoke. Water? Shouldn't be too hard to find. And even in her weakened state, if Angela was careful she'd be fine to get up and walk around. She was feeling a little less dizzy now that she'd stopped straining her body.
"I'll see what I can find." She said, pushing herself to stand up slowly. She felt very slight dizziness, but it was manageable. She walked out of the partitioned area where Fareeha lay and into the aisle between the rows of cots. She maneuvered her way towards the exit of the tent, squeezing past medics who were hurrying between wounded soldiers. Some were still critical. Angela felt a pang of regret, but ignored it. This was the price of war. Not everyone could be saved. She just had to accept that.
Upon exiting the tent, she scanned the area with crystal blue eyes, soon locating a small truck that carried food and water. It was strange, however, that said truck was even here. Angela didn't recognize the insignia on the side until she saw the soldiers standing around it. Black-clad guards with red goggles, speaking with one of the doctors.
Talon. What on Earth were these terrorists doing here?
Approaching, she immediately caught the attention of one of the Talon operatives, who waved off the doctor. "Angela Ziegler. A pleasant surprise." He said, taking of his helmet. He was a soldierly-looking man, shaved face and head, typical grunt.
"Why do you know me? How did you know I would be here?" Angela questioned. She was in no mood nor condition to be a negotiator, but not everyone in the ESF knew who Talon was, and they were clearly here to tempt the ESF with much-needed food and water.
"Calm down. Talon has eyes everywhere, you should know that. We're here to make a deal." The operative crossed his arms. "We'll help the ESF here. Bring in additional troops to reinforce the frontlines, and give extra supplies to those on the back who are in need. However, we request that you and Fareeha Amari come with us to work with Talon. That is all. Talon gets you and Captain Amari, the ESF and the Swiss forces here get extra troops and supplies. That is the deal. I expect a decision to be made within the hour."
Angela was about to spout an immediate refusal, but the doctor whom had previously been speaking with the operative made her hesitate. The way he was looking at the supplies in desperation; they needed as much food and water as they could get, and troops as well. Angela looked down; the decision had to be made soon.
"Let me speak with Fareeha. She... She might be able to come up with a better answer than me." Angela turned and headed back to the medical tent, making her way to Fareeha. The woman was trying to rest; god, why did this have to happen now.
"I'm afraid a simple search for water has gotten much more complicated. Talon has arrived with a truck full of food and water, and I assume other supplies as well. The operative I spoke with promised to give those supplies to the ESF and the Swiss here, as well as calling in Talon soldiers to reinforce our frontlines... but... the catch is, they was you and I to go work with Talon." She explained. "I... I am so, so torn. Talon is a terrorist organization that fought against Overwatch. They are criminals. But... these troops need supplies. Desperately. And for every wounded soldier, Talon could easily replace the lost manpower with their own troops. The operative wants an answer within the hour."
Angela sighed, sitting back down beside Fareeha, holding her head in her hands. This dilemma was giving her a near-instant headache. "I don't know what to do... We have two choices. Refuse the offer and continue fighting with what barebones supplies and troops the ESF has left, risking the malnutrition and dehydration of deployed soldiers, as well as a shortage of medical supplies. Or, accept the offer and trust that Talon will keep their word and give supplies and troops in exchange for you and myself. I... I hate to say it, but I think that Talon is being sincere. Why would they have a truck full of supplies at the ready to be distributed, if they were just going to turn their backs the moment they got what they wanted? But the question is... what are they going to do to us if we go with them?"
"I'll see what I can find." She said, pushing herself to stand up slowly. She felt very slight dizziness, but it was manageable. She walked out of the partitioned area where Fareeha lay and into the aisle between the rows of cots. She maneuvered her way towards the exit of the tent, squeezing past medics who were hurrying between wounded soldiers. Some were still critical. Angela felt a pang of regret, but ignored it. This was the price of war. Not everyone could be saved. She just had to accept that.
Upon exiting the tent, she scanned the area with crystal blue eyes, soon locating a small truck that carried food and water. It was strange, however, that said truck was even here. Angela didn't recognize the insignia on the side until she saw the soldiers standing around it. Black-clad guards with red goggles, speaking with one of the doctors.
Talon. What on Earth were these terrorists doing here?
Approaching, she immediately caught the attention of one of the Talon operatives, who waved off the doctor. "Angela Ziegler. A pleasant surprise." He said, taking of his helmet. He was a soldierly-looking man, shaved face and head, typical grunt.
"Why do you know me? How did you know I would be here?" Angela questioned. She was in no mood nor condition to be a negotiator, but not everyone in the ESF knew who Talon was, and they were clearly here to tempt the ESF with much-needed food and water.
"Calm down. Talon has eyes everywhere, you should know that. We're here to make a deal." The operative crossed his arms. "We'll help the ESF here. Bring in additional troops to reinforce the frontlines, and give extra supplies to those on the back who are in need. However, we request that you and Fareeha Amari come with us to work with Talon. That is all. Talon gets you and Captain Amari, the ESF and the Swiss forces here get extra troops and supplies. That is the deal. I expect a decision to be made within the hour."
Angela was about to spout an immediate refusal, but the doctor whom had previously been speaking with the operative made her hesitate. The way he was looking at the supplies in desperation; they needed as much food and water as they could get, and troops as well. Angela looked down; the decision had to be made soon.
"Let me speak with Fareeha. She... She might be able to come up with a better answer than me." Angela turned and headed back to the medical tent, making her way to Fareeha. The woman was trying to rest; god, why did this have to happen now.
"I'm afraid a simple search for water has gotten much more complicated. Talon has arrived with a truck full of food and water, and I assume other supplies as well. The operative I spoke with promised to give those supplies to the ESF and the Swiss here, as well as calling in Talon soldiers to reinforce our frontlines... but... the catch is, they was you and I to go work with Talon." She explained. "I... I am so, so torn. Talon is a terrorist organization that fought against Overwatch. They are criminals. But... these troops need supplies. Desperately. And for every wounded soldier, Talon could easily replace the lost manpower with their own troops. The operative wants an answer within the hour."
Angela sighed, sitting back down beside Fareeha, holding her head in her hands. This dilemma was giving her a near-instant headache. "I don't know what to do... We have two choices. Refuse the offer and continue fighting with what barebones supplies and troops the ESF has left, risking the malnutrition and dehydration of deployed soldiers, as well as a shortage of medical supplies. Or, accept the offer and trust that Talon will keep their word and give supplies and troops in exchange for you and myself. I... I hate to say it, but I think that Talon is being sincere. Why would they have a truck full of supplies at the ready to be distributed, if they were just going to turn their backs the moment they got what they wanted? But the question is... what are they going to do to us if we go with them?"
