Overwatch Morrison Novels & Stories

"This person is as yet snickering? I wouldn't even play with the possibility of taking a gander at him from the beginning, however now that I'm not watching him kick the bucket, I'm not leaving!" While the projectile screen was topping off with remarks from the watchers, Morrison out of nowhere snickered until he shuddered. His grin was exceptionally peculiar, but then he was extremely apprehensive. It gave individuals a frightful inclination. "So be it. At any rate, you don't maintain that us should leave alive. Great she's dead since nobody can divert me any longer. We can play gradually. Just you stand by. I'll leave alive." Morrison licked his lips and showed an abnormal grin. He had an

“You look tense.” Jasper’s expression darkened immediately. “What are you doing here?” Morrison ignored the hostility completely. His attention returned to me instead. “You collapsed outside,” he said calmly. “I brought you here.” “Thank you.” Jasper interrupted before I could say a word. “You should leave now,” he added coldly. Morrison finally looked back at him fully. “And why would I do that?” Nobody responded. The room hummed with unspoken tension. “From what I’ve seen tonight,” Morrison said calmly, “you have a habit of throwing away things other men would kill to keep.”

"And I'll do it again. This facility falls? I have three more. You shut those down? I build new ones. This work is bigger than you, bigger than—" "Shut up and get on the ground," Morrison orders. "Victor Reeves, you're under arrest for—" Reeves moves faster than should be possible for a man his age. He's enhanced himself. Of course he has. He goes straight for Amaya. I react on instinct. The wolf surges forward and I'm between them before Reeves can touch her. My claws extend, raking across his chest. He stumbles back, and Morrison's team swarms him.

“They are out of my view.” “Copy that. We’ve got them,” Morris said from his location in the back, his best Hunter, Nelly, alongside him.

Angrier than I’d ever seen them before. Morrell spoke first, his rage simmering below the quiet hiss of his voice. POinting out to the horizon where the faintest track marks led. “He needs tracking down. Now.” “Who are your best trackers? We have Samir and Mitra-” “You two,” Morrell snapped. “You seem to know a lot about his character, his past. You also know what his girlfriend looks like. You will find him.” My heart froze and even Reu looked shaken, taking a step back. In a faltering voice he asked “Sir...we…is this really our mission? Should we not be-”

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.