Overwatch Morrison Novels & Stories

And Morrison wanted to destroy it, to bury it forever. “You’re not working for David Chen,” Cedric said slowly, the realization hitting him hard. “You’re working for the buyers. The ones who don’t want to be found. The powerful ones who paid for those children.” Morrison’s smile faltered for the first time, a crack in her composure. “Very good. Yes. I’m not FBI. I’ve never been FBI. I’m a fixer, hired by very powerful people to make sure the drive never sees the light of day.” She leaned closer, her eyes hard and calculating. “So. Where is it?”

Moris, the leader of the rogues in this neutral area. “Help us with a hundred, no, even just ten more people would be enough. I’m sure we can defeat Alpha Alastair before he becomes unstoppable. His transformation is still imperfect.” Harlow said calmly, even though he lost an arm. Mr. Moris shook his head. “You’re assuming that based on what you saw earlier today. By now, he’s already used the remaining victims at Silver Moon for more sacrifices. It’s too late! We have to evacuate to the east.”

“The old accords don’t apply to fugitives and stolen property, Morwen.” She stood her ground, the staff held steady. “We steal nothing, we shelter those who need it leave, now.” The scarred enforcer took a step forward. “We’re looking for someone, a young Omega. He's dangerous.” “He’s caused a lot of trouble, you hand him over, we leave in peace, you don’t…” He shrugged, cruelly. “We search thoroughly.” Morwen’s head tilted. Even from this distance, I could see the milky film over her eyes. Yet she seemed to be looking right at the enforcer’s soul. “I know of no such Omega here, you are mistaken and you are trespassing.”

One. Both doors come in at the same time. Morrison is already on his feet, standing in the center of the room with dark magic crackling between his fingers. He heard us or expected us eventually and it makes no difference because the result is the same. He blasts the front team first. Five wolves hit the wall before Catherine can redirect. The back team keeps moving. Morrison turns and sees me. The contempt on his face is immediate and specific. He's heard what happened at Summit. He's already done the math.

"Who?" "Harrison Morris."

She hadn't trained for nothing, and though, she might not have used her knowledge to battle against Eleanor yet, it wouldn't be long now. But she would live to see that day. She would fight until she indeed saw that day. Pain shot through her injured shoulder and she started to feel the familiar tightness in her skin and chest again. The effects of the wolfsbane was spreading. She had to get home before it completely took a hold of her. She had to get them home. Morra was an Omega. She wouldn't stand a chance against them. "I know a path," Morra announced, panting. "It's that--"

"They are not talking yet, but we will keep questioning them. Mary, there is something else you should know. One of the captured members is someone you know." My blood ran cold. "Who?" "Derek Morrison. Your ex boyfriend." Of all the names Theodore could have said, that one hit me the hardest. Derek, who I had dated before my wolf awakened, who had publicly humiliated me for being wolfless, who I had not thought about in over a year. "Derek is part of The Restored Order?" I asked, needing confirmation. "Not just part of it, he appears to be one of the regional coordinators. He was directing the attack on the Crescent Moon compound when we arrived."

“He’s dead.” He exhales through his nose, slow and controlled. “Good.” I flinch at the sharpness of it and finally turn to face him. “He was still a person,” I said quietly. “He was a monster,” Morris snaps. “One who raped women, disrespected you, threatened to steal our children and then kidnapped my wife and child.” “I know that,” I say, my voice trembling. “But he was still—” “Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t start defending him.”

"You look like you're attending execution." "Aren't I?" "Unknown. Could be a celebration. Could be victory. Could be a normal birthday party where nothing terrible happens." "You don't believe that." "No. But I'm pretending. You should too. For Hope. For appearances. For everyone watching." He was right. I forced a smile. Greeted guests. Acted like Luna hosting a celebration instead of a warrior preparing for battle. Agent Morrison approached, his expression grim. "We've identified three suspicious individuals. Two humans. One supernatural. All have backgrounds suggesting extremist connections."