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It was supposed to be a simple op: get in, catch the thief, but everything went downhill when they approached the warehouse in the Nevada desert. Tracer, Winston, McCree and Lucio made their way towards the compound where the alarm came from. Winston deduced that the thief was after some weapons that the omnics used during the Omnic Crisis. Tracer used her abilities to quickly scan the compound. As she was blinking outside the compound she narrowly dodged a bullet aimed at her head, making her halt and come face to face with Reaper. She tapped her communicator in her ear to signal her team to move in, then she took out her plasma pistols and started shooting at the terrorist. He turns into wraith form, entering deeper into the warehouse, taunting the British woman with his raspy laugh. She follows him only to be ambushed by Talon soldiers, incapacitating her with their tasers.

"Get her aboard the chopper. Make sure she's secure," the embodiment of Death order before leaving to finish the mission.

Thankfully her teammates found her before it was too late. They quickly disposed of the soldiers and removed her restrains.

"Tracer, thank God you're alright," breathed out Winston.

"What the hell were you thinking when you ran off on your own?!" asked McCree harshly

Tracer lowered her head in shame. She should have seen the trap from miles away, but she just charged without a second thought. "Sorry about that," she said lamely

Winston signed. "That important thing is that she's fine and right now we need to catch Reaper. Tracer, you won't do it again, right?"

"Right."

The scientist nodded satisfied and lead the way.

Reaper growled at the slow pace the devices worked. There was no way he could carry four cargo boxes, so Talon provided him with devices that would lock on down the coordinates of the cargo and they would be able to teleport them away. However, the process was slow and time was not on his side. He knew how Overwatch operates and sending just Tracer was not their style, especially when his presence was confirmed by the silent alarm one of the stupid Talon soldier activated before he could deactivate them. That was the moment the shit hit the fan for him and he quickly ordered to plant the devices and prepared an ambush for the agents while he played the bait. And thankfully someone took it. He instructed his soldiers to take her to the chopper in order to make the Overwatch agents go rescue their teammate instead of going after him to buy him some time. However the gunshots he heard told him that his enemies moved faster than he anticipated. Reaper looked at the device and it read 80%. Cursing under his breath, he closed the lights and hid in the darkness in order to ambush them. The mercenary knew that Talon wasn't keeping him in high regards anymore after his two consecutive failures (even though the one at the museum wasn't his fault that shitty excuse for a sniper let herself bested by a child). He couldn't fail this time or everything he worked for would go to hell.

A minute later they arrived, weapons raised and ready to shoot at anything that moved. Their flashlights penetrated through the darkness looking for signs of their enemies. The reincarnation of Death let out a laugh and watched with great satisfaction how they tensed up.

"Show yourself coward!" yelled McCree and Reaper couldn't help but shake his head at his former protégée's brashness

"If that's what you want," he said and teleported behind them. "DIE!"

Lucio and Tracer were fast enough to move to cover while Winston wrapped his arms around McCree to shield him from Reaper's Death Blossom. When the barrage of bullets ended Winston collapsed and McCree was about to shoot the mercenary, but he turned into wraith form and closed the gap between them. He grabbed the cowboy's right wrist and snapped it, earning a painful yell from him. Seeing Lucio trying to flank from the corner of his eye, Reaper tossed McCree into the freedom fighter. Tracer jumped over the manifestation of Death's head and pulled the triggers of her plasma pistols and to her horror the bullets passed through him without inflicting any damage. The man in the black trench coat turned and started to fire at the bright British woman, but none of his shots hit their mark and while some her shots hit him it they didn't hit anything vital and they were nothing his regeneration ability couldn't handle. Winston finally got up and charged at Reaper. The mercenary turned into wraith form once again and got behind the scientist and started to shoot him again. Lucio got up as well and shot the Reaper in the back with his sonic amplifier, making him stagger. Winston didn't waste any time, he grabbed the stunned mercenary and slammed him on the ground. He raised his hand above him to crush the black clad man, however Reaper turned once again in wraith form and materialized himself near the cargo. Looking with the corner of his eye at the teleporting device he was pleased to see that it reached 99%.

Looking at the Overwatch agents he let out a chuckle. "I win," he told them and a bright blue light enveloped the cargo, blinding everyone in the room. Reaper used this as his chance to escape. He crossed his arms over his chest, letting the darkness that surround him engulf him fully taking him safely to the rendezvous point.

When the light faded the only ones left in the room were the Overwatch agents. McCree cursed, Winston let out a sign and Lucio and Tracer slumped their shoulders.

"Let's go," said Winston in a tired voice

As their made their way towards the dropship they came, Tracer looked at L.A in the distance a realized that this was an opportunity to do something she wanted to do for a long time. "Hey, guys. I have something to do, I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

Winston turned to look at her and was about to ask what was that something when he looked at the city in the distance and he immediately put the pieces together. "Sure, see you later."

And without a word she sped towards L.A.

"What business does she have in L.A?" asked McCree.

"She's visiting someone who resided here at one point," said the scientist

The cowboy though hard for a few moments when he realized who he was talking about. Lower his head in shame he asked quietly. "Can you drop me off in L.A as well?"

"Sure, no problem. We'll wait for you and Tracer."

Lena made her way slowly with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums towards the tombstone where her dear friend was resting. The tombstone was a simple one, 'Just like he wanted', she noted dully. On it his name was written and three words that described the person he was and what life he led:

Gabriel Reyes

Commander

Hero

Dear friend

A small, sad smile appeared on her face. "Hey, Gabe," she said softly. "I'm sorry I haven't been here for a while, but a lot of things happened, like getting Overwatch back together. A lot of new people joined us and most of them are great, but without you and Jack it's not the same. In fact I think it'll never be the same." Lena paused trying to stop the tears from falling, but failed. "I miss you, you know? I miss our talks, our sparring sessions, I miss the way you would hold me during the first year of the Slipstream accident whenever I had a nightmare. I would come in the middle of the night finding you either in your room or at your office and you would forget about sleep or whatever document you were reading and just hold me. Usually I would fall asleep in your arms and you would carry me to my room and tuck me in. *sob*. I miss your smile, and I cherish and remember every single one because as the time passed you barely smiled anymore," she sobbed and the memory of the last time he saw him popped up, making her sob even harder. "God, I was such a bitch back then. I turned my back without on you giving you the chance to explain. That's one of my biggest regrets. The second one is that I never told you how I truly felt about you. When I first met you I thought you were hot and the commanding and mysterious aura you had only added to your attractiveness. When you comforted after the accident I began to have a crush on you and as the years passed I started to l-" she stopped abruptly as she heard footsteps behind her. Turning around he saw McCree coming his way holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums as well. Wiping her tears quickly she gave the former Blackwatch agent a smile. "Hey Jesse."

"Hey," he said and set the bouquet down and stood beside her.

They stood there in silence with their own thoughts when Lena broke it. "You must really miss him."

"Yeah, he was like a father to me," he told her without making eye contact. While Lena's feeling towards Gabriel were clear cut, he had mixed feelings about the man. Sure, he saved him from rotting in prison and gave him a new purpose. He was far from perfect, but it was all Jesse needed. However, things went south during the final days of Overwatch. He found out about Gabriel's coup and tried to persuade him to give up his plan. In the end he could go with the man's plan, so he left. The Blackwatch agents didn't take kindly with his leave and tried to silence him, but Gabriel saved him once again. Even to this day Jesse didn't know if he did it because he cared about him, or he was confident that he wouldn't be betrayed by his student. 'I think it was a mixture of both,' mused the vigilante. Jesse signed. "We should go, the others are waiting for us."

Lena nodded absent-mindedly and after giving the tombstone one final glance she followed the cowboy.