Venice Italy, the City of Canals. A town that had first been settled in years long since lost to time had grown over the centuries until it had become what it was today. A thriving metropolis built on top of over a hundred islands sitting beneath the water's surface. Connecting the islands together was a lattice more convoluted than any spider's web made from hundreds of bridges and half as many canals snaking all throughout the city.

A slender figure with long legs and spiky brown hair was crossing one of those bridges with a determined stride. Goggles with a yellowish tint covered her eyes while she warded off the night's damp chill with her customary bomber jacket. Lena Oxton snuck a glance over her shoulder as she stepped off the bridge and onto the island where her destination was located. "Almost on site now, Winston. Doesn't look like anyone's around and I haven't seen a tail. Think I'm in the clear."

Winston's rumbling voice came through her earpiece loud and clear as he responded. "If you say so, but don't let your guard down. We tracked Widowmaker and Reaper to Venice but we don't know if they're still in the city or not. Keep your eyes open and if they engage don't be afraid to run and call for help, especially now that Akande's escaped. We don't want a repeat of what he did to you in Numbani."

Lena winced at the memory of that particular fight and unconsciously placed one hand against the device on her chest. She had been dancing around him at will then somehow he had grabbed her and crushed her chronal accelerator with his metal gauntlet. It wasn't the first time she had been unfixed in time, a phenomenon Winston called disassociation, but each occurrence was as unpleasant as the ones before it. Drifting back and forth uncontrollably. One moment she was in the present, seeing the world flash about her for an instant and then the next she was... elsewhere. In a time and place where she recognized nothing or anyone and yet it was all too familiar before that too flashed away as the currents of time swept her away yet again.

She came to a halt in front of the building she had come to Venice for. "Roger that, big guy. If I see Akande I'm running. Though I kinda want to do that anyway. I can't believe I'm doing this."

"We need confirmation that Talon was responsible for this. These people have been under suspicion for quite some time but we've never been able to prove anything."

Lena sighed as she pulled out a pouch containing numerous thin metal picks in it as she crouched in front of the door. A minute was all she needed to persuade the lock to yield to her tools and the door swung open at her touch, granting her entry to the morgue.

Inside the unlit building was what she had come for, rows of metal doors containing bodies of the deceased that had not yet been identified and/or were waiting to be autopsied. Lena pulled the first open and slid the tray in it out with one hand while the other held her flashlight. She hesitated at first, really not wanting to open the body bag before taking a hold of the zipper and sliding it down. Lena covered her mouth and looked away for a moment as she suppressed the urge to vomit but even a brief glimpse was enough for her to identify the person, as battered and broken as his body was. "Guess it's my lucky night, Winston. First door and I just found Vialli."

"Vialli. We've suspected him of helping to finance Talon for a long time but we've never been able to track his money transfers. How was he killed? Any bullet holes?" asked Winston.

"No... it doesn't look like he was shot but I'm not a doctor. He's pretty messed up so maybe he fell off a building or something. I'm not looking at him again." Lena lifted one hand to try and block her vision so that she couldn't see his shattered torso again as she zipped his bag shut and shoved his tray back inside. "Let me check the others then get back to you." The next corpse had the telltale signs of pellets to the chest. So did the one after that and the body following that one had the same wounds. All gunned down by a shotgun... or a pair of shotguns. The streak of people murdered by shotguns came to a halt when she unzipped the next bag. This person only had a single bullet hole but the angle and location of the hole was enough for her to guess at who had killed this particular person. Lena zipped it back up as she started talking on the radio once more. "Shotgun blasts and someone killed by a sniper rifle. Reaper and Widowmaker. Has to be."

"Well, that confirms Talon was behind this. The only question is why? Vialli was an important member of their organization so why would they turn on him? Ogundimu breaking out of prison has to be connected to this somehow but I don't-" Winston's voice abruptly cut off mid-sentence.

"Winston?" Lena tapped her earbud as she turned around. "You there big guy?"

Then the likely reason for him being cut off appeared. A stream of smoke and shadow cut through the glow of her flashlight as it flew above the ground towards her. It swirled into a circle and the form of someone who had once been one of her commanding officers rose from it. "Hello, Oxton." Gabriel Reyes' voice was harsh on the ears, nearly to the point of being painful but even so it suited the... thing he had become.

"Reaper." Lena spat the codename he had been given by the media like an epithet and she flexed her wrists, springing the guns attached to them free and into her hands.

A cold laugh came from behind the bone white mask that covered his face but his hands didn't make a move from the handles of the shotguns she could see hanging off his belt. "There's no need to make this any harder than it needs to be, Oxton."

To Reaper's left the air shimmered and a second figure appeared between Lena and the doorway. A pair of metal strips decorated the shaved portion of her head while black and purple hair fell down to her shoulder on the other side. But more importantly was the fact that she was pointing a submachine gun at Lena's chest. The woman waved her metal nails at Oxton. "Hola."

"Even if you get past us and out of the building Widowmaker is waiting outside. There's no escape for you, not this time." explained Reaper.

"I'll take my chances, thank you very much." Lena's body tensed and she sank into a crouch as she triggered her accelerator, intending to blink past them and out the door.

Nothing happened.

Lena blinked her eyes at the fact that she hadn't moved a centimeter. She triggered the accelerator again. Nothing. "W-what's going on? Why isn't this working?"

Reaper let out a dry chuckle and he gestured towards the woman holding the submachine gun. "Let me introduce you to my associate here, Sombra. She's quite the hacker and that device on your chest is run by a computer."

Lena looked down at the device in question. She had become so accustomed to its presence that she honestly didn't notice it unless she actively looked at the thing. It was still glowing blue as usual but purple lines were streaked all across it. "What have you done!?" she demanded of Sombra.

"I hacked it so you can't teleport away, amiga." Sombra replied as she nonchalantly studied those metal fingernails of hers.

Lena sighed inwardly as the full extent of the bind she had found herself in was made apparent. There was no way out of this room and even if she somehow did escape then she would be trying to escape the scope of the world's most feared sniper. She flipped the safeties on her pistols off and spread her arms so she was aiming at both of them. "Fine. Let's get this over with. Good thing we're already in the morgue ain't it?"

"We're not here to kill you, Oxton."

"What?"

"I said we're not here to kill you. You have ears, use them."

"Then what do you want, Reaper?"

"Our boss wants to talk. You put the guns down and we'll take you to him." explained Reaper, his fingers tapping impatiently on his biceps.

Their boss? Reaper had a boss? Reyes had been the head of Overwatch's covert ops division Blackwatch back in the days before the incident in Switzerland. It had been Winston's, and hers, running assumption that Reaper had become the leader of the organization when they had merged with Blackwatch. But now she was learning there was someone higher up the hierarchy? If she played along then who knew what else she could but learn but Lena knew she couldn't just back down right away without making Reaper even more suspicious of than he doubtless already was. "How do I know this isn't some kind of trap?"

"Don't be a fool. If we wanted to kill you then you'd already be dead. If we wanted to torture you then you'd be screaming in pain right now. All we want is for you to hear what our boss has to say." Reaper turned his back to her and walked away. He stopped at the doorway and turned his head back towards her. "It'll go easier for you if you just come with us, Oxton."

Lena looked at Reaper, then at Sombra and the gun she was still pointing at Lena. Finally she looked down at her compromised chronal accelerator. She slid her guns back into the holsters on her wrists. "Fine. Let's go."