Time/13:26
Location/ classified
Facility -talon outpost

Lena (Tracer) paced her 4 by 8 dimly lit cell it was so lame, getting caught. Such a stupid mistake but those kids were in danger and she froze then a dart from Widowmaker hit her and everything went to black. She woke up in this cell. This dank, musky cell. The door opened and there were Talon guards two with sentry shields one with a food tray. She didn't have weapons but she did have her chronic accelerator she blinked right over there heads and shoved them into the cell closing the door before they could react she was free!

Then she saw The Angel of death standing between her and the exit pointing a pair of shotguns at her, they weren't his normal Hellfire shotguns either they were longer, not painted yet. The two of them stood in silence he wasn't moving he, he wasn't shooting either. "What are those?" She asked. In his raspy voice responded "a new prototype there designed to tear apart anything short of an armored tank, how far did you think you were going to get?" Lena shrugged and said "A bit farther than this I suppose, would you be a dear and show me the way out I've things to do, wash my hair, feed my cat" he interrupted her "You're lucky, I'm feeling nice."

Reaper put his new shotguns away and rasped "I'm leaving Talon I need your help to warn Overwatch. "That was surprising but he was going to help her?" And he wanted to leave Talon. He clearly was not himself. "Are you completely mental?" He glared at her, if you can glare at someone with a mask on "If you don't want to leave say so Widowmaker is interrogating you in an hour, I hope you like spiders she's obsessed with them, she gets the big ones and puts them…" she cut him off shuddering at the thought of spiders near her. " alright, I'll help but not an other word about spiders, luv." Reaper smiled under his mask why did everyone believe that Widowmaker tortured people with spiders so what if she had a pair of pet Tarantulas they stayed in a tank in her room, Though, it was less far-fetched than him stealing the souls of the people he's killed to sustain himself.

Tracer snapped him back to the current situation "Reap, how's this door open?" He looked over at the door there she was trying to pry it open. He smirked she wasn't doing the smartest thing. He held his clearance card up to show her and the derp face she made was priceless. He pressed it up against the door and it slid open. She blinked down the hall in a few flashes of light. Reaper walked calmly as she waved for him to hurry up.

A few hallways later they were in an elevator they went up three floors and the elevator revealed a computer room Reaper walked over to a console and plugged a flash drive into an open port "what are you doing?" Tracer asked Reaper turned to look at her. "They can make more of me I'm taking the data they have on me, my weapons and my powers to prevent them from making an army." Tracer stared at him, an army of Reaper. One was dangerous as it is but an army... hell even two would be a nightmare to deal with "Why are YOU playing the good guy?" she asked.

Reaper pulled the flash drive from the USB port and rasped " I'm doing this because what happened to me was worse than any torture you could possibly imagine. I wouldn't want it to happen to anyone not even Jack or Mercy." Stared at him for a second she realized he wasn't a complete heartless lunatic.

She hugged him saying "I was right there being good in everyone... wait how do you know Jack's name?" Reaper grimaced but didn't answer then a Talon soldier walked carrying his helmet under his arm and a donut in his other hand saw them the soldier dropped what he was holding and pulled his gun off his back but by the time he leveled his gun they were gone he looked around then reached for his communicator and Reaper kicked him in the head the goon crumpled to the floor.

Reaper turned to look at Tracer. "We need to go before anyone else sees you." Tracer nodded "I've had it in here, let's get outside, anything is better than this dump." Reaper smirked they took the elevator up to the top floor and when the doors opened the pair was exposed to the frigid cold of the tundra outside. Tracer shivered and said. "Oh you people are hilarious." Reaper smirked "You said that you wanted to go outside." Tracer rolled her eyes "Where's the get away car then?" He turned and walked to a ladder next to the elevator door and started to climb up. Tracer blinked up to the platform on top there was a helicopter waiting she ran up to it Reaper yelled, "Don't" but it was to late Tracer had opened the door to the cockpit and alarms were going off. She looked past the helicopter and saw a larger building with a pair of anti-aircraft guns and more helicopters. Moments later Reaper shoved her into the Chopper he slammed the door behind him he clicked his clearance card into the dashboard and the motor roared to life the guns on the base started shooting when they lifted off the ground Tracer yelled. "Get us out of here!"

Reaper hit the thrusters the turrets were firing off trying to shot them down. Reaper made sure to give them a moving target the firing stopped after about two minutes. Tracer relaxed and buckled her seat belt, Reaper didn't he was still tense and focused. Tracer asked, "Are we bugged?" Reaper shook his head "I checked beforehand why do you think we only saw one guard I had all of this planned out."

A jet was flying after them on the radar, Reaper snorted then pulled a detonator out of his jacket and pressed it. The dot disappeared after a boom off in the distance.

Tracer thought for a moment then looked in the back seat there was an array of weapons and gear including her blasters and goggles she immediately grabbed her goggles and put them on. Reaper turned on the GPS and the autopilot. The helicopter changed course and he tilted his seat back and pulled his hood low. He was slowly breathing moments later. Tracer was turned on the radio to a pop station and turned it up as soon as she pulled her hand away from the radio Reaper stabbed it with his talons. Tracer yelped in surprise "Oh, what you go and do that for?" Reaper turned and looked at her "This is a seven hour flight and I'm trying to sleep could you try not to be a pest." He lay back down. Tracer grumbled to herself "What is wrong with you?" She looked down at him and what he said earlier came floating back to her. 'I'm doing this because what happened to me was worse than any torture you could possibly imagine. I wouldn't want it to happen to anyone not even Jack or Mercy.' She looked out the window but couldn't help wondering who he really was. She looked at his mask. Who was he, was he disfigured? Scarred? Both? She could ask Jack when she got back but he probably wouldn't tell her anything, he was mostly secretive now calling himself Soldier 76 and everything. Reaper was right here. He won't talk she reached out to his mask touched it. It was cold; she gently pulled it off and looked at his face.

"Oh god..." she whispered almost inaudibly.