Angela Ziegler would be lying if she said that she didn't have a lot of doubts about joining "Overwatch". When a United Nations official approached her at her hospital in Switzerland, she knew that the Omnic trouble was becoming a full blown crisis. People had ended up in her hospital from around the world after suffering irreparable damage from some of the attacks. The biotic technology she had had a hand in making was now at a stage where it could be used on patients, and it was proving incredibly valuable in these trying times. People left paralyzed began to walk, blinded children regained their sight, those left with deformities were now good as new.
This technology had potential beyond anyone's imagination and Overwatch saw it. Angela had heard the early stories of Overwatch. Brilliant heros arriving to the scene just in time to save the lives of thousands. People from all over the world had been gathered to create a perfect team to fight this ongoing crisis. Angela had indeed thought about how many more people could be saved if they had a skilled medical professional in their midst, but never had she imagined them approaching her. They wanted to help fund her research and take nano-biotic technology to a new level by inviting her to be the designated physician of Overwatch.
In the end, Overwatch was a military like organization and that was hard for Ziegler to swallow. A necessity as it were, Angela was smart enough to know that things can spiral out of control. When military organizations become powerful, they become corrupt or controlling. However, this opportunity could not be passed up. Each tragedy Angela heard of made her think of her parents, lost because they couldn't be saved. There had to be a way to alleviate some of this violence, and Overwatch's solution may be more violence but the true answer is medical intervention. Somewhat reluctantly but with a fire in her eyes and heart Angela took this opportunity head on. She would go home that night and begin packing her bags.
What seemed like hours, but was in reality days, later she found herself in a small office tucked inside of an infirmary at Watchpoint Gibraltar, a man looking down on her as she flipped through the medical records of the current Overwatch members.
"Why are these two files all blacked out?" She asked in English from her rusting metal folding chair. No one seemed to be trying to make her feel "welcome" here, as evidenced by the scrap furniture put together for her office. The implication was 'you shouldn't be spending that much time in here anyway'.
The man from the UN stood on the opposite side of the old desk, deliberately not sitting down. Deliberately trying to look in charge and intimidating. A real "we-run-this-don't-forget-it" presence.
"Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes were part of the American's soldier enhancement program. You know how they like to keep their secrets," the man said with a hint of disdain. "Even when humanity is facing possible extinction." A scowl crossed his features briefly. The UN and the rest of the world was unhappy with the way that America was dealing with the crisis, they felt they weren't taking it seriously enough. Hundreds of thousands of people were dead and they're still worrying about classified information as if everybody is out to get them. "Anything blacked out is classified, you do not have the security clearance to access any more than what we have given you. It shouldn't be a problem, just sit back and do your research and mend the occasional broken bone. "
Angela's eye nearly twitched at the condescension in his tone. It was clear that some people thought her being here was a waste of time and resources. Angela kept herself composed however and stated simply: "Well, I'll need to bring them all in for a physical anyway."
Confusion fluttered across his face, his forehead wrinkling amplified by his pale bald head. "Why? You're here to be a doctor when you need to be and otherwise just play with your toys. Don't do anything unnecessary," he stated clearly annoyed, still staring down at her.
She beamed up at him with a smile. A life of working in academia had taught her to take condescension and a lack of understanding of her and her work in stride. It also taught her how to get under the skin of those aiming to make her feel inferior.
"It's all very complicated Mr. Durand, and I don't expect you to understand," she said before frowning. "You don't think I would use millions of dollars' worth of technology on someone before knowing exactly how it's going to affect them and their body do you?" Now her face took on a look of total disbelief. "Who knows what could happen?" Angela stood up, the metal chair clanking as it slid back on the floor. "In fact, just thinking about the horrible possibilities makes me want to get these over with ASAP! I am here because I was asked to come after all, I would hate to disappoint those who know the potential of my work!"
Mr. Durand glared at her with exhausted eyes. "People are out there dying and you're wanting to take these people away from their important work. I'll talk to Commander Reyes about scheduling your physicals." He rolled his eyes on the last word, before he turned and left without another word.
Angela sat back down with a smile. In truth, she really wasn't trying to waste anyone's time. She was alarmed at the idea of possibly having to pump nano-bots into these people she knew nothing about. Not only that, but most people in the military went non-stop without breaks. There was no telling how poor their condition could be at this point, and if she could heal a couple broken ribs she could be saving them from injury on the battle field. Angela wasn't here to be the doctor in the background that no one sees, she wanted to save lives. And she wasn't afraid to offend people along the way so long as that circumstance was being met.