This is a follow up to another Fanfiction called "Overwatch : Phantom" It is better to read it to understand what is happening in this one.

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Reaper entered the large building that was the Talon headquarter in England. Down in the basement, he found a spacious room with a large table in the center. Around them were many people, men, women and Omnics. « You are late, » he heard.
With Doomfist and Vialli gone, Talon's council was becoming smaller and smaller, Reaper could only hope he wasn't next down the line. « I had complications, » he answered.
The Omnic that spoke to him, Maximilien, acknowledged and kept going. « We were just discussing your mission. We hope you have the report.
- I'll send it to you tomorrow.
- No. I want it on paper. Bring it to me in person.
- It's impractical.
- You know what is also impractical? Sending important details about our mission through interconnected machines while the world's most dangerous hacker is looking for us. »
A subtle grunt was enough to show his acknowledgement. Although Reaper was a part of the council, there were no doubt that Maximilien, who had been here way before him, had much more control and authority than he could ever hope to have. « Well then, since you do not have the papers now, we'll have to hear it from you directly. What are your reports on the temple of Anubis?
- They seem to have double the guard in its surrounding since the rising of Omnic violence. We couldn't engage in any form of attack or take down any of their leaders, although I have notice a new tower which may house a sniper. »
One of the women from the council asked him. « We though your unit had a skilled assassin for those exact circumstances? »
He sighted and answered. « Our sniper is dead.
- Dead? Since when?
- She was taken down by Doomfist when he abandoned the Numbani headquarter, the last time I saw her, she had been thrown against a wall and rested in a pool of her own blood. »
Maximilien sighted on his own. « Of course, this traitor couldn't simply betray us, he also had to take down Lacroix.
- We will try to find another sniper to replace her, the woman said. »
Reaper didn't want another sniper. He knew no one could best Amélie. « Doomfist will pay for it, he whispered to himself.
- But not by your hand, Maximilien answered. We already have a team hunting him down alongside agent Sombra. »
Reaper grunted for an answer and waited for him to keep going. « How many men do you need to take down the Anubis guards?
- Give me thirty good men and a distraction and I'll do the job.
- Fine. You're leaving tomorrow.
- Already?
- We have many other things to do and time is running out. We couldn't afford you giving us this information online, at least until we know that we are safe from agent Sombra. Make sure to give me a full report of the situation on paper before you leave. »

Reaper got out into the night and in between the buildings. He had a small and well hidden apartment in a small alley further down King's Row. When he got it, he sighted and threw his shotguns onto the couch. The place was clean and well ordered; He knew what that meant.
When he got into his room, he saw a young women into his bed reading a book. « Oh, you're here! » she said.
Her french accent was like a melody to his ears. She quickly got up and helped him remove his cloak and all of his arsenal. « I thought you'd come back a bit later.
- I was dismissed early. »
When she removed his mask, he backed up. He had grown used to that reflex whenever someone else tried to pull it off and Océanne had grown used to it. « You should go take a shower. You look like you had a bad day.
- I'm leaving tomorrow.
- Really? Again?
- They don't need me here.
- Should I come with you?
- No. Take a break. I'll be seeing you when I come back.
- You know girls like me never take breaks.
- At least you'll take a break from me.
- You're one of my favourite you know?
- Is that what to say to everyone?
- Of course not! »
He got into the shower and could finally take time to relax. With the recent events happening all throughout the world and his missions, he never realized how exhausted he felt. The feeling of cold water always made him shake and he could feel his fingers become numb as they quickly turn to mist and back again. His powers only became more and more painful as time passed and staying long enough in cold water helped ease his sufferance for a while. He stayed under the stream longer than usual.
When he got out, he noticed Océanne in the bed with an inviting smile. « I don't feel like it tonight.
- Really? You know you won't be seeing me for a few days again at least.
- I know.
- You're sure you don't even want a little treat?
- I'll be fine. »
He got into the bed thinking about the report he had to file. Maximilien would have to wait. He needed sleep right now. He felt Océanne cuddle with him and gently pushed her away. « You know I'm still being paid even if we don't do anything?
- I know, and I'm not paying you to remind me of that.
- I'm sorry, but my personality come with the package.
- Maybe later, then.
- Alright. »
He still couldn't find much rest even in the dark and in the confort of his own bed. Too many things were happening in his mind. There were ennemies everywhere, the people on his list were still alive and working together against him and now he was going on the other side of the continent again to fight to get into some pyramid.
For a moment, he though of Ana. His investigation of the Anubis guard led him to find out their leader was her daughter. In his mind, a plan started forming. Now that he didn't have people to stab him in the back in his group, he could take another hostage. Taking agent Pharah could be a perfect way to kill two birds with one stone.
He felt Océanne turn around and try to cuddle him once again. He let her and enjoyed the warmth of her contact. She felt fragile like glass, a bit like…
As he was slowly falling asleep, a strange electronic sound started echoing through the room and he tiredly opened his eyes. He heard Océanne gasp loudly and take his hands as he saw the barrel of an automatic riffle against his face. The room's light opened, with the silhouette of Sombra materializing next to the bed with a menacing smile on her lips. « Hi there, Gabe. »