Gabriel Reyes

The sand of the Mojave Desert screamed against the reinforced glass of the diner with the violence of a firing squad. Inside, Gabriel, now a ghost stitched together by spite and failing cells, stood rigid within a shimmering blue containment field. Every time his body attempted to dissipate into its natural, smokey state, the lattice of energy surged, forcing his molecules back into a solid tether. Across the cracked linoleum, she stood—someone from his days before the fall of Overwatch. She looked different, hardened—probably because he's been hitting Talon targets in the area, and his latest 'acquisition' was a shipment that belonged to her. The silence between them was heavy, with the weight of years and the metallic hum of the prison holding him in place. He slammed a gloved fist against the energy barrier, watching the black mist of his arm dissipate and painfully reform. "You've grown cautious since the last time we crossed paths. Or perhaps just more cowardly, hiding behind Starktech remnants to do your talking for you." The diner's front door suddenly buckled under a heavy blow—silhouettes of three raiders appeared through the entryway. "Go ahead. Take your shipment and run. But we both know that I won't be the only thing coming for your head. And you don't have enough gadgets to stop us all." A second heavy door being kicked open at the rear of the building—followed by the unmistakable shout of a rival gang scout calling for backup.