Angela

[Your Affection Level with Mercy increases by 3%]

[Your Affection Level with everyone else decreases by 3%]

The blonde woman beams at you from her seat across the room. The briefing concludes, and the group disperses to collect gear.

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An hour or so later, you and your beach blonde-haired companion board the dropship{if Affection Level: Mercy >= 40}, walking hand in had{endif}. You sit with the other agents, equipped with armor, binoculars, a radio, and a sidepiece, for use in emergencies only. After all, it wouldn't be realistic to expect you to be able to operate a rifle without any training. Everyone sits next to their partner: you and Angela taking the west, Fareeha and Hana taking the north, Ana and Lena the east, and Mei and Symmetra taking the south. Angela is dressed in her Valkyrie suit. Even through the armored top her amazing rack is still prominently on display. She keeps leaning over to Hana, the two whispering in each other's ears, occasionally glancing over towards you and giggling. As she returns to a neutral position, you lean over to her.

"What's all that about?" You inquire in a hushed voice.

"Oh, nothing. You'll see later." Her response prompts a very red-cheeked Hana Song to glance over your direction, a small grin on her face.

Sitting on your other side is a rather strict and parental-looking Ana, which indicates to you that there won't be any fondling or groping during the flight, much to your dismay.

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Commander Morrison's voice in your earpiece indicates that the ship is landing, and that everyone should get ready. {if Affection Level: Tracer >= 30}As people stand and collect gear, an energetic Lena Oxton zips in front of you. "Kiss for good luck?" She asks, not bothering to wait for an answer as she wraps her small hands around the back of your neck, sharply pulling your lips into hers as her tongue quickly parts your lips, the course surface jamming its way into your mouth, making for the most intense kiss of your life.

As she breaks away, Angela shoots her a glare which, if looks could kill, would have caused the British girl's head to explode.{else}Already having everything you need, you and Angela line up with the others by the door.{endif}

The snake-like hiss of hydraulics releasing sounds as the drop ship's door opens, the chilly Autumn air blasting your face like a thousand small icicles. The teams start to break off, Hana and Fareeha taking to the skies, Ana and Lena running off, swallowed up by the complete darkness of night, Mei and Symmetra doing the same in the opposite direction. Finally, you and Angela exit the ship, allowing the thickness of the black, frozen night to engulf you.

Commander Morrison's voice sounds in your ear, reminding everyone to use their night vision goggles, what radio frequencies to use, and other details about the mission.