Location Classified – Time Redacted

"Madre," Sombra muttered, staring at the vial. "What am I even looking at?"

"Well, I'd call it a vial of death," Reaper began, turning it over in his hands, "but I don't like to be melodramatic. Also, that wouldn't be entirely accurate, would it, Widowmaker?"

The French woman shrugged, making sure her visor was fully calibrated for seemingly the 40th time that night. That's how it felt to Sombra anyway. It was hard to tell if this was in any way out of the norm for the sniper though. The company Sombra chose to keep with Talon was very rarely what most would describe as 'rational'.

"What would you like me to say?" Widowmaker inquired.

"Something clever?"

She shrugged again. "It is a weapon - it will work or it will not. All I know is I have one shot-"

"-one kill, si, te crees muy muy." Sombra plucked the vial from Gabriel's hands and turned it over in her own. It was unlike any liquid she had ever seen. It looked vaguely iridescent in the low-light of the base. The color was... changing? Did it shimmer? "Que es esto, anyways?"

Reaper stood at his full height, and menacingly offered his palm, face up. Even Sombra was smart enough to know it was not a suggestion. She placed it gingerly into his hand.

For a long time Reaper just stared at her - his mask as implacable and unreadable as death itself. Eventually there was a sound that made the hair on the back of Sombra's neck stand on end – a noise that sounded like the opening of a thousand year tomb.

Was that... a chuckle?

Reaper turned away from her. "Do you remember the Omnic War well?"

Sombra massaged her arms, trying to bring some warmth back into them. "Not super, no."

"What a shock," Widowmaker quipped absently. Sombra scrunched up her nose at the sniper. Snooty European bitch.

"Let's just say I fell asleep in history, okay?"

Reaper continued, "Well then you're probably not aware of the XK-41 project?"

Sombra shrugged, the answer obvious. Reaper made his way over to the Frenchwoman and gently handed her the vial. "To be totally fair, it was short lived. Highly classified. Only a select few in Blackwatch knew about it, and those that did... well," Reaper glanced back at her. That same, unreadable mask. "Let's just say they weren't talkers."

"They weren't talkers, or they could no longer talk?"

Reaper didn't respond to this. He plowed ahead, regardless:

"XK-41 was a neuroviral mutagen. Way old tech. Idea was to drop it behind enemy lines, and watch carnage break lose. This vial is the last of it. All I could scrounge up." He turned to look at her again. "We're gonna shoot it right into the heart of Watchpoint: Gibraltar."

The room suddenly felt a whole lot colder.

Sombra shivered. Her moral radar was not exactly traditionally aligned, but this... Madre Dios, he was suggesting something...

Something I will not be a part of, her brain finished for her. Sombra nodded and put a smile on, painfully aware that she would not be allowed to leave this room if she was known to no longer be a team player. For Gabriel, telling her this was his insurance: get on board or die, die, die...

"So what's the plan?" Sombra asked, trying to sound as casual as she could, "Frenchie shoots it in, we go in next when they're confused or something?"

"Oh, we won't be going in at all," Gabriel said, "We won't need to."

Sombra was liking this less and less. She had no love for Overwatch but if Reaper was suggesting what she thought he was… well, she couldn't allow this to happen to anyone. Not even her worst enemies.

Widowmaker put the vial in the chamber, cocked the gun, and stood at the ready. "It's a long flight," she murmured, cracking her neck. "We should begin right now."

Sombra put on what she thought might look like a smile. "Of course. Rapido, Senora."

The Repair Bay – 9:15 pm

"Sarah," Hana patted the side of her MEKA lovingly. "I call her Sarah Kerrigan." It was the pink one; the classic. Hana sighed, feeling the smooth steel under her palms. "I know it's geeky, but, idk it was the only thing that felt right. Couldn't go into battle if I didn't know that Sarah had my back."

She looked at her teammate, "Oh, it's from-"

"Starcraft, yeah, I get it." Lucio grinned at how taken aback the girl looked.

"Y-you play?!"

Lucio shrugged, nonchalant as he could manage. "I may have dabbled…"

D. Va bounded off the MEKA and took his hands in her own. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She looked at Lucio like she had just discovered her new best friend.

"…we've so much time to make up for," she whispered, prompting a booming laugh from the Brazilian.

"No, but for real: I'm not being funny, I've only dabbled. I woulda told you if it was a big thing for me, I promise."

"It's a big thing for everybody," Hana insisted. "You love it or you don't. There is no casual Starcraft."

"Then I love it, I guess," Lucio smiled, abashed at how god damn adorable the Korean girl looked right now. "It's been a while, though. I used to play back in high school a lot, before I discovered music."

D. Va stared at him with concern, as if trying to assess how bad a situation was. Eventually, she smiled and nodded. "We can work on that."

Lucio was somewhat dubious of the prospect of Hana's Starcraft tutelage, but he was also… not opposed. Alone time with Hana was fun. She was the strangest mix of girly, geeky, and determined he'd ever met in someone, and the blend of all three crammed into this little Korean girl was just…

'Intriguing' his brain forced as the ending to that sentence. It was the softest version of what he probably meant. Intriguing indeed.

Currently, Hana released his hands, slipping them into the front of her hoodie and turning back to the MEKA, "So yeah. 'Sarah'. It's not a big thing, but… I didn't really tell anyone yet. I thought they'd think I was lame or something." Hana approached it again, scratching at some smudge on the windshield of the vehicle. "I feel like 'the kid' here a lot as it is. I don't want… I wouldn't want them to think I was incapable."

"I don't think anyone thinks that," Lucio offered, honestly. "You've got their backs; they know that."

Hana let her hand drift off, unconvinced. "Yeah, I guess." She let herself sink more into her hoodie.

Lucio watched her back for a moment.

"McCree definitely doesn't know what 'nerf this' means, though," Lucio said. His heart leapt when his comment prompted a fit of giggles from the girl. He liked it when she laughed.

She turned back to him, "He's probably like 'what's a nerf?'"

"Oh undoubtedly!"

"Do you know what it means?" she asked.

"Not a clue, and I was probably your best hope," Lucio grinned and gave a thumbs-up. "I just know it means 'get out of the way, D. Va's about to lay some serious smack-down.'"

D. Va laughed again, jumping a little in excitement.

"Aw man," she said, wiping a tear away from her eye. "You're cute, you know that?"

Silence. The whirr of machinery and the far-off blip of Winston's computers.

If blushing deeply had a sound, this was it.

"I-uh!" Hana began in earnest, shaking her hands in front of herself, "I mean, like, you're 'friend-cute'!"

"Y-yeah. For sure."

"I mean, like, you know," Hana babbled, hoping against hope she didn't look as red as she felt, "you know how there's like, sometimes there's cute like a little bunny or something? Not like an 'I'm attracted to this bunny', like that would be super weird omfg, but it's still enjoyable and adorable and cute?" She looked at him, desperately.

Lucio nodded, a little jittery. "For sure! Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

"Yup…"

Lucio scratched the back of his head. Hana noticed something terribly interesting on the floor that required her full attention.

There were six rivets in each panel of the floor. Imagine that!

Eventually Lucio cleared his throat. "So uh… is it just Sarah?"

Hana snapped out of it. "Un?" Lucio pointed at her MEKA, over her shoulder.

"It's just Sarah, then?"

Hana took a beat, then shook her head no. "N-nah, they all have names."

"Well don't leave me hangin' D. Va!" Lucio grinned, spreading his arms. "What do you call them?"

"You can call me 'Hana', you know that, right?"

Lucio blinked. "Uh, yeah... no problem. Sorry, I thought you might prefer-"

"Nope," she smiled and drifted onto her tiptoes for a second, hands clasped behind the small of her back. "No, I like Hana. I like it when you call me that. D. Va is for fans, Hana is for friends."

After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, let's do friends then. Lead the way, Hana."

"Yeah, that's a lot better better." Hana took a breath, and looked at the next MEKA – the Junker model variation.

"Okay," she said cracking her knuckles, "how aware are you of this old movie called 'Fury Road'?"

Somewhere Over the Mediterranean Ocean – 11:00 pm

While many people practiced quiet meditation in their spare time, for Hanzo Shimada the practice was an absolute necessity. Quieting the demons in his brain required concentration, discipline, and absolute silence.

Of course, Lena Oxford considered all those things 'kinda boring'.

"I mean, I know it's science or suffink like that," Tracer continued, her incessant talking entering its forty-fifth minute, "but how do helicopters work, anyway? Like, rockets I get. Planes I get – they're rockets with wings – but propellers are just like fans, right?"

She cocked her head to the left, and Hanzo marveled again at how inexhaustible the young woman's stream-of-consciousness seemed to be.

"—And fans, well, it's not like you can just grab a fan, point it up and have a go, right? Maybe you need to be shaped right? I mean, think about it," she patted Hanzo's exposed shoulder, as if that would somehow prompt any response.

Concentration, discipline, absolute silence.

"If I put three fans on my back, and laid down – and I'm of course speaking hypothetically here-"

Concentration…

"-truly I'm not sure how I'd even attach the fans. Surely you can't just graft them into my-"

Conc-

"-well, Pharah, you fly, right? Is it worth figuring out the fans thing just to get that view?"

"If you really wanted to appreciate the view," Hanzo suggested, "I'm sure that Winston would be willing to open the door right now and you could discover first hand."

Absolute silence.

Winston leaned forward and put on the radio.

Fareeha glanced at her mother, who hadn't met her eyes the entire trip and was currently staring out the window and into the endless black of the ocean below. Fareeha thought of Angela, and the warmth of the Watchpoint, and how she'd rather be anywhere in the world but here.

Her misery, of course, was underscored by the reggae-influenced sounds of classic pop music that would never die.

"I just want to fly,
Put your arms around me, baby
Put your arms around me baby."

The HeliPad – 11:45pm

In her very professional medical opinion, 'drunk' was a very strong word for how Angela Ziegler was feeling. This must just be tipsy, right? This was 'maybe sleep in an extra hour tomorrow' status.

But then again, here she was on the HeliPad, watching as McCree set up most of the 12-pack they'd somehow finished in the last few hours.

She'd better let him know anyway, just in case he got the wrong idea.

"For the record," she told him as he scurried back excitedly to where she was some twenty paces away, "I'm not drunk."

McCree laughed as he removed his revolver from his holster.

"Aw, come on, Ang. I'd never think that about you." He checked to make sure all six rounds were in the chambers.

"And I'm not German, by the way." Angela turned her own pistol over in her hands, preeeeetty sure she was holding it correctly. McCree glanced at her, blinking through alcohol a little himself.

"What's that you're spitting?"

"Earlier you alluded to the fact that I might be German," Angela pointed at her chest, where her cross hung. "I'm Swiss."

"Well, I'll be hanged," McCree said, with a wayward grin. "I jus' thought that was a medical thing."

"Pfft," Angela scoffed, still smirking despite herself. "Well, you Americans are famous for your geography knowledge. So."

McCree flicked up the front brim of his hat. "Ya know, Ang – you're one'a the only gals I know who can say 'alluded' when you're more'n a few sheets to the wind. I like that about you."

"Yes, well. It's… a word." Angela hiccupped, covering her mouth. "And I'm not drunk."

"Sure y'aint. Now, anywho," McCree held his pistol up at the ready. "I'm itchin' for some OK Corral action. You good to shoot, fraulein?"

Ziegler cracked her neck and took up the firing position.

"Alright, most bottles down wins," McCree glanced over at his friend. "I can go easy on your woman-hands, if'n you'd like. I know you don't shoot all that much."

"Oh, please," Angela stared down at the bottles, trying to discern how many there were, exactly. "What is it that Hana says? 'Aggro-Mercy'?"

McCree laughed and looked back at their target. "Fair enough, Ang, fair enough." He cracked his neck, put an unlit cigar in his mouth, and channeled every one of his heroes. "Okay… draw!"

Their movement was fast and simultaneous.

Shots rang out above the base, breaking the silence of the night and the ocean.

For a brief moment, Widowmaker was afraid that she had been spotted. God only knew where that Mexican brat had scurried off to, but now, pressed down into the metal rigging above the base, she was nearly certain no one could see her.

Stealth had never been a problem for her, but mistakes happened. Even to Amelie.

After the shots ended, excited shouts, followed by laughter rang out below her.

"I'll be SPUN!"

"I told you, cowboy! I told you I could shoot!"

Amelie glanced over the ledge, down about twenty meters to where the blonde woman and that weird American were, on the HeliPad.

The blonde woman was jumping, excited and drunk. The American had thrown his hat down and seemed to be stomping on it, screaming obscenities. Currently, he pointed at her.

"That's unfair! You used some a' that… that…"

"What did I use, Jesse? Huh?!" she approached him, poking him in the chest with a finger and giggling. "Maybe it was just my woman-hands?"

The one she called Jesse shook his head in disbelief, arms crossed. "You used some kinda gizmo, I'm sure of it!"

"Oh, yes, Jesse. A gizmo, that's right. Genau." The woman crossed her arms and nodded her head sagely. "You sure do know the ways of the world. This is your domain that I simply tread by."

The American approached her, grabbing her by the shoulders. It was a rough gesture, but it wasn't unwelcomed. The woman looked shocked, but not unwilling. She made no move to break free.

Amelie watched in fascination, straining to hear the rest of their conversation.

"You…" Jesse began, looking for words. The woman licked her lips.

"I what, Jesse?"

"…you Swiss gals sure are smug."

She smiled. Amelie watched as she whispered something else – far too quietly for the sniper to hear – and was immediately pulled into a passionate kiss.

There was no surprise from either party – it looked more like a promise fulfilled. There was just the sound of the waves now as the two teammates embraced, and lost each other in their long, private moment.

From somewhere deep inside of herself, Amelie felt a tug. Something distantly familiar from a thousand years ago. For a moment, she allowed the feeling to envelop her, rolling over on the girder and gazing up at the stars.

Then she pulled down her visor. Rolling over again, away from the couple, she slipped the vial into the chamber and scanned the ground for an appropriate location for delivery.

Gabriel had said anywhere in the dirt should work. That should allow for maximum spread of XK-41 and maximum damage to team Overwatch. The base was barely even manned right now. Who knew how bad things would have gotten by the time the whole team assembled again?

Then there would be no more laughing. There would be no more moonlit kisses between old friends.

There would be struggle and sacrifice, fire and dismay. The screams of a thousand years unleashed.

Widowmaker smiled at the thought, and pulled the trigger.

AN: Next time on Weekend Plans. Sombra appears with a plea for safety! D. Va and Lucio put their budding romance on hold for danger! McCree and Mercy acknowledge mistakes! And things finally get weird!

It'll come faster than this update. Hope you enjoyed.