A/N: Hey guys! Hope you're redy for a story 18 months in the making! (it doesn't show, though) Just a quick heads up, this story is a direct sequel to 'My Greatest Everything', so if you haven't read the story, I highly suggest you do. It will feature the same characters and continue on the storyline hinted at in the last chapter. You can come back once you're done reading it. For everyone else, welcome back!

This is a story I first tried to write almost as soon as I finished the previously mentioned 'My greatest Everything', but I stopped very quickly. The story was too spread out, there were too many central characters and it just didn't work. I had given up on it completely, until I received a comment on another one of my stories featuring the Overwatch kids. After exchanging a few messages with the person, I finally had that change of point of view I needed to make this story work (or work in the best of my abilities). So thank you, commenter over on AO3, I would have never given another shot to this story without you!

As usual, you should follow the story if you don't want to have to keep track of the posting schedule. Starting next week for this story it will be on Mondays and Thurdays. Today you guys are lucky, you get both the prologue and the fist chapter! Also, feel free to leave a review, it's free for you and a ton of joy for me! Hope you'll enjoy!

Prologue
Old Friendship Dies Hard

The café had been busy the entire time she'd been there. People had come and gone, but no one had approached her. Her coffee had grown cold quite a while back, but it didn't matter. She took a small sip every once in a while. The omnic waiter had proposed to change it for a warmer one, but she'd refused.

She showed no sign of interest when the chair across from hers was pulled. She didn't even look up from her book when someone sat down there. Only an old familiar voice got her attention:

"Only a relic would read a physical book."

She smirked and replied:

"Or someone with taste."

She finally closed off the book and placed it on the table. Through the sunglasses, her amber eyes found the older woman on the other side. Long gone was the time they were the same age, though it was hard to tell. Only graying hairs and a few wrinkles betrayed her former ally's real age.

"You took your time," she declared.

The woman on the other side of the small table smiled with that oh so familiar smirk.

"Twenty years ago you wouldn't have even waited that long. You're going soft, araña."

She pulled her sunglasses up on her head and gave the older woman a cold stare.

"I don't have any reason to hide. You, on the other hand, I heard some things here and there."

"What kind of things?"

"Like you don't already know. Information is your domain, Olivia."

"Then you know exactly why I called you."

She picked up her cold coffee cup and finally emptied it.

"I didn't do it, in case you were wondering."

"I know you didn't. But if Talon has contacted you..."

"Talon is dead."

"You and I both know it never died. Talon is coming back, and this time they learned from their lesson."

"I'm not going back to Talon if that's what you wanted to ask. Even to spy on them. I'm not going anywhere near their mess ever again."

"I wouldn't ask you to. But, Amélie..."

Her old friend fetched a small envelope out of her jacket pocket and placed it inside her book.

"This is serious. Everyone is disappearing. I'm onto something but they'll find everyone eventually, including you and me. Maybe me before you. You don't scare them anymore. But they do fear me."

She pursed her lips and leaned back. Amélie opened her book to take the envelope out and open it.

"Satya and I have done everything in our power to protect her, but when we disappear I'm afraid she's going to do something stupid."

Amélie smirked.

"She wouldn't be her mother's daughter if she didn't."

"Precisely. Talon won't come after you, you're no threat to them."

Amélie opened the envelope to find a picture inside. A quick glance told her everything she needed to know. Seven teenagers, all very much their parents' children indeed.

"Keep an eye on them for me. For us."

"I can't promise you anything, but should things become too hot, they'll have a web to catch them. Before they fall too deep."