It was morning of the next day. Angela was getting used to seeing Morgan's bedside as many times as she sat herself in that chair. She had another tablet in her hand and a stylus in the other hand. Morgan was awake again and much calmer than before, most likely due to the sedative. The child was sitting up in her bed, her eyes locked on the wall in front of her. She pulled at the collar of her hospital gown uncomfortably.

"Good afternoon, Morgan." Angela greeted. "How are you feeling?" Her body stiffened, readying herself for a repeat of yesterday.

There was a pause. The child's head turned slowly towards the doctor. Her eyes focused on Angela but she did not say a word. She kneaded the blanket between her tiny fingers, causing it to wrinkle.

"Do you know where you are?" The doctor asked. "Do you know who I am?"

Morgan did not answer the question. Instead, she asked her own question. "Where's Rat and Hog?" she asked as she blinked slowly.

Angela straightened herself in the chair. She wasn't expecting that. "Mister Fawkes and Mister Rutledge?" she said. "They aren't here, Morgan. They left you in the hands of Overwatch to assure you got the proper care."

She went silent and blinked again.

"Morgan?" Angela said, reaching out a hand to the child.

A tiny growl rumbled from the child and her teeth snapped at the woman's fingers. Angela managed to pull her hand away just in time before she was bitten.

"Where's Rat and Hog?!" she shouted, demanded, as she pounded her fists against the mattress.

"I told you, Morgan. They are not here."

"Scrappup!" Morgan barked. "I'm Scrappup! You no say me name. Only Hog say me name!"

"Okay," If she wanted answers, she had to play by Morgan's rules. "Scrappup…how are feeling?"

Scrappup eyed the doctor several times and replied with a gruff "Hungry…" crossing her arms over her chest.

Now, she was getting somewhere. It was better than being yelled at. Angela smiled, swiveled her chair away from the child, and rolled up to her desk. "Well, you woke up just at the right time then." She said as she set a several bowls on a tray mounted on wheels. "You can't eat solid foods just yet. I provided you with some soup and soft foods until your stomach heals." When Angela turned back around, if she was holding the bowls, it would shattered on the floor by now.

The bed was empty and the blankets had been pushed to the floor on the other side. What shocked Angela was the state of the IV tubes. The plastic was chewed right through, causing water to drip slowly on the tile floor. She left the infirmary door open when she came in and immediately regretted her decision in doing so. Morgan slipped so silently under her nose and now was wandering through Gibraltar. How did she escape that fast? She couldn't have faced away from Morgan for less than two or three minutes. How could she –? No, Angela quickly stopped her train of thought right there and pushed the tray off to the side. Now wasn't the time to ask pointless questions. She had to find this child.

After she cleaned up the leaking IV tubes, Angela went over to her computer desk. Sensing the doctor's presence nearby, Athena appeared on the monitor in an instance.

"Is there a problem, Doctor Ziegler?" Overwatch's artificial intelligence asked.

"Athena, can you contact Winston and the others? Tell them to come to the infirmary and that the matter is urgent."

"Certainly, doctor." Athena agreed then disappeared from her computer.

Angela squeezed the bridge of her nose between her fingers and sighed. It passed through her lips, heavy and full of annoyance. It hadn't even been a few days she had the child in her possession and Morgan was missing. This was going to be much difficult than she envisioned caring for this child would be.

Where were Rat and Hog? You asked yourself as you limped through the halls of this mysterious place. The needles in your arms itched and the gown felt tight around your neck. That fake Ma that you woke up next to, she was telling you lies. Trying to confuse you and make you lower your guard. You wouldn't let her twist your brain with her words. She was hiding Rat and Hog from you in this big building. It was your time to find them, free them, and blow this place up as you made your grand escape. You would be their hero. A smile grew on your face at the thought. Endless praise from Rat and Hog, you could almost hear their voices and feel their rough hands pat your head.

There was no time to daydream though. You had to find them, quick!

The scent of petrol, sweat, and ash; that was what you were searching for in these halls. You pressed your nose to the cool tile floor, inhaling deep the smells of your new surroundings. The floor made your nose itch and burn. It smelt too clean. You sat up and rubbed your nose feverishly. You hated that smell, the burning smell of floor cleaners. It reminded you of the bank you, Rat, and Hog robbed months ago. They used the same chemicals on their floors. Fond memories.

Your nose returned to the floor and you resumed your search without a second thought. At times, your head bumped into walls, doors, or even pipes that stuck out from the floor. It happened when you were focused on scents. You let the world melt away around you as your nose led the way. That's when you nose caught it; the comforting scent of Rat and Hog. You sniffed hard at the particular spot on the floor and pawed at it, picking up the trail.

The trail was stale, about a few days old now, but it was better than no trail at all. To your eyes, the trail was the color orange. It hung low to the floor like mist and followed a straight line down the hall. You hobbled after the scent trail as fast as you could go. Didn't have time to grab your prosthetic so you were down a leg.

"Hog, Rat, me save you!" You declared in your head as you chased after their smell.

"Thank you all for coming." Angela addressed the group of people that now occupied her infirmary. Winston, Lena, Reinhardt, and Torbjörn stood doctor; a fraction of what Overwatch used to be. Sometimes, she wondered what the other ex-members were up to. She hoped they weren't going out and getting themselves injured. She had to force herself to not dwell on past memories and focus on more pressing matters. "Sorry for pulling you away from your activities."

"What's wrong, doctor?" The first to speak was Winston. She heard the large amount of concern in his deep voice. "Athena said it was urgent."

Angela nodded, "She was correct." Then she smiled a nervous grin at the four and chuckled, "It seems that I have lost my patient…"

"You lost your patient…?" Winston repeated her words in disbelief, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Wasn't the little one bedridden?" Reinhardt commented.

"How did you managed to do that?" Torbjörn asked. The man placed his hands on his hips and remarked, "The kid is about as tall as I am!"

The doctor's eyebrows furrowed and she frowned. Angela knew how silly it sounded to lose a patient. She did not need the others to poke at the bruise to her ego she had.

Lena, who was seated in the computer chair, piped in. "Don't be too harsh on the doc, guys." She spun around a few times then came to a stop and leaned forward, resting her forearms on her knees. "Angela's been working hard. It could have happened to anyone."

"Plus," Angela added. "Morgan is…craftier than she appears. You know what type of environment she came from. She even chewed right through her IV tubing."

"Then we must find her quickly!" Winston exclaimed. "Who knows what else she might chew on. She may electrocute herself!"

"Or worse: escape Gibraltar entirely." Angela said.

"Then why are we standing around talking?" replied Torbjörn.

"Yes!" Reinhardt bellowed. "The only way we can find the child is with action! I will check the armory!"

Lena's arm shot up into the air. "I call the mess hall and commons room!"

"I will check the workshop," Torbjörn said. "Can't let a little kiddie burning themselves on my forge."

And I will check my lab and ask Athena to monitor the cameras for any activity outside the watchpoint." Said Winston.

"Thank you," Angela couldn't be happier with everyone's cooperation. "I really can't thank you enough. And be careful, Morgan tends to bite."

Lena leapt up from her seat and shouted, "Let's go Overwatch! We have a kid to find!" Her accelerator whirred to life and the young woman dashed out of the room.

Everyone else followed after her, though not as fast. This left Angela by her herself with her thoughts. It would help the cause if she went searching also. The only places no one was checking were the loading bay, the barracks, and the washroom. Perhaps she would check there? She wouldn't know what to do if she found Morgan though. That problem would be dealt with when she got there.

"Rat? Hog?" You called out. The scent trail led you to a large room, it was massive. Tables lined a wall to your left, covered in tools and metal with a small stool in front of it. There were blue and white papers attached to a board on the wall over the tables. Drawings and writing decorated the papers, all of it you didn't understand. It kind of looked like Rat's drawings for his mines. Maybe it was plans for explosives?

You sniffed at the hard concrete floor. It reeked of petrol, Rat and Hog had to be here somewhere. You raised your head up and leapt nearly ten feet off the ground out of fright. Standing tall in front of you was a gray metal giant, staring down at you through a yellow slit in its helmet. It was bigger than Hog was! You went on the defensive, growling and keeping your body low. Couldn't let this thing scare you. You were tough as nails.

You barked at the giant, bouncing around on your single foot before you tipped over and fell on your back. Your eyes locked on the metal giant. It hadn't reacted to your barking or you even being there. Confused, you got up and edged closer to the giant. Why was it not moving? With a hand raised, you batted at its foot. Your fingernails made a hollow tap against the dented surface.

There was no response.

You tilted your head and noticed the red steel beams surrounding the giant. Oh, it hit you all of a sudden. It wasn't a metal giant, it was a big metal suit! Like armor or something like that. You relaxed. The danger was gone. You could go back to looking for Rat and Hog. The sound of footsteps caused you to tense up once more. Someone was coming. You couldn't let anyone find you. Quickly, you stashed yourself behind the metal suit and kept quiet. Your fingers curled around the suit's thigh and you poked one eye out of cover. You hoped it wasn't fake Ma.

To your relief, it wasn't fake Ma but a man. A very short man, in fact. He had to be as tall as you were. He was pudgy, bald, and had a blond beard tied up and two braids. You reached up and patted your head. Would braids look good in your hair? The man wore a stern look on his face. Immediately you didn't care for him. He rubbed you the wrong way like fake Ma did. Just another stranger in the way of you finding Rat and Hog. You were going to call him Baldy.

You watched Baldy bent over and look under a table then you heard him mumble something. He had to be looking for you, there was no doubt about it. Well, you wouldn't let that happen if you had anything to say about that. When you moved your foot ever so slightly, it bumped against a toolbox on the floor and a can fell over. You froze and Baldy looked in your direction. Crap, you saw him walking towards. If you didn't make a break for it now, he would catch you. You were faster than him, you could make it to safety. Taking a deep breath in, you flexed your muscles and pounced out of hiding.

Everything was quiet in the workshop when Torbjörn entered the garage-like room. Nothing appeared out of place when he came up to his work areas. The several lamps hanging above the tables were still switched on. Scrap metal and tools sitting on the wooden tables' surfaces were where he left them. Good, he didn't like anyone touching his things. He pushed his stool to the side and checked in the dark shadows under the table for the kid. His search brought him no results, no child in sight. Torbjörn straightened his back out and his eyes made a full sweep of the workshop. Where was this kid? She could only get far with just one leg.

Clang! An oil can fell off from on top of a toolbox and rolled out from behind Reinhardt's Crusader armor. Torbjörn smirked and headed towards the armor. He should have known a child would hide behind something as big as that.

"Alright, come on out." Torbjörn called. "I know you're over there."

Not a second later, the child jumped out of hiding. She held her body close to the floor and turned her lips up in a snarl. There was a wild look to her eye, inhumane and angry.

Torbjörn held his hands out and took a step forward. He was sure the kid was going to make a run for it.

And make a run for it, she did. The child bolted ahead pass the older man but Torbjörn wasn't going to let her get away that easily. He snagged Morgan by the hospital gown and was thrown to the ground by the force alone. She dragged Torbjörn several feet and then collapsed to the side by the inbalance of weight. Morgan attempted to get back up and escape but Torbjörn couldn't let that happen.

He firmly pressed his hands against her back and held her in place. The workshop filled with the child's screams and she thrashed about, kicking her leg and flailing her arms in a circular motion. It was difficult to keep her down. He grunted with each violent jerk she made. No wonder Angela had a hard time handling this particular patient. She was a damn good fighter with plenty of energy. Strangely, Torbjörn admired that. That energy could do many things if put to good use.

"Torbjörn, my friend!" He heard Reinhardt call out for him. "Are you in there?"

"Of course I am!" Torbjörn shouted over Morgan's shrieking. "Where else would I be with all this screaming?"

The large frame of Reinhardt came into his view as he entered the workshop. "You found the little one already!" Reinhardt exclaimed with joy. "Angela will be pleased."

"Not if she gets free again. Don't just stand there, help me!" Torbjörn snapped, struggling to keep a hold of the child.

Reinhardt lifted Morgan off the floor, holding her better than the smaller man could in his massive hands. Morgan stopped her screaming and turned her attention to her captor. She bit down on him. Her sharp teeth gnawed on Reinhardt's fingers and palms, leaving dents in the man's skin but never broke through. She kicked her leg at his abdomen but he did not flinch at the blow.

"She is a feisty one, isn't she?" Reinhardt said with a hardy laugh. "Overwatch could always use more feisty characters."

Torbjörn said nothing in response. Yes, they needed more people with a lot of steam but the kid was missing something. The solution came to him instantly. Discipline: that was what she need. Good old fashion hard work would do her good. He always thought about a successor to his craft. He could teach her what he knew, only if she was willing to learn. It probably would be best to run it by the doctor first before he started anything. Didn't want to break the poor girl after she got patched up. Torbjörn was the only one on the team who had dealt with children but a feral child was another story. Well it was better than being clueless, he supposed. Nothing would get done if he didn't try.