A.N. Well, let's just say I found a big mistake in Chapter 1, the escape pod of the alien is damaged by shockwaves in the chapter, only just now I realised that there are no shockwaves in space...I know I'm a stupid person, so I've changed the way the escape pod is damaged and a few minor changes in Chapter 2 of the alien's appearance, in fact I might do a sketch some point in the future. I also changed the title because, well I like the newer one. That out of the way, here's Chapter 3.

Chapter III: Intelligence

4:30p.m.

Winston, Tracer and Zenyatta stared at a computer screen, observing a room and what it contains. They have made a makeshift cell for their alien out of an unused room, the door is strong enough that a person cannot forcefully take it down without any tools, plus, there is a surveillance camera installed. Even though the alien has its guns with it, they can't be reached as its arm are bound and secured on its back as well as its legs.

Tracer is personally against this as it has done nothing wrong, even Winston felt a little sorry for the alien, but he think it is necessary in order to keep them safe, no one knows what kind of technology this alien possess and what it is capable of, so they couldn't take any risks.

"Winston, love. What are we gonna do with it? We can't keep it in here forever!"

"I honestly don't know, Lena...its...ship, of some sort. Is completely sealed when it exited and we couldn't figure out how to open it, we can't pry its guns off, we didn't find any documents from it, we have no idea what language it speaks and I'm sure it doesn't know as well..."

Nothing has troubled Winston as much as this...he has no experience in teaching, and he is sure that even if one of his workers have, it wouldn't be easy. They don't know anything about this alien, they don't know if it drinks water, they don't know what it eats, heck they don't even know what it breathes!

Just as Winston's head begin to throb from the thinking he has done for the past few hours. They see movement from the alien. It has kept still for almost an hour, but it decides to move, and it sure wants to. The alien begin pulling its arms to free it from the ropes, it tugged and pulled as hard as it could. Winston silently observed it, he knows the alien couldn't escape as the rope is rather thick and can hold up very heavy loads. The alien didn't give up, it pulled and pulled, at one point Winston even thought the rope is going to snap, this alien is like a bull. Then it gave up, tired. Although the rope did not break, it has loosened quite a bit from all the pulling and Winston swore he saw a few broken strands sticking out, this made Winston worried that it'll escape. Just as it seems to calm down, a blade snapped out from underneath its wrists in an Assassin's Creed fashion. The action caught both Winston and Tracer off guard and the blade cut a loose rope that slipped near the blade, freeing the alien. Winston immediately turned on the radio and called out to the soldiers.

"The alien is freed, the alien is freed! Send in soldiers to the containment cell immediately!"

Winston watched as the alien proceeds to cut off the rest of its binds and stretches from keeping the same position for almost 2 hours. Winston prayed that the alien will not do anything to escape the cell, though he thought that it will most likely to gun the door down.

As the soldiers are rushing towards its cell, the alien proceeds to walk towards the wall the camera was facing, and it took out a device of some sort, Winston is pretty sure that is a cutting tool. Both Winston and Tracer watched nervously as it begins to...draw?

Turns out the device is no cutting tool but a pen. Winston called out to the soldiers as soon as he saw this.

"Wait! Johnson, stop!"

"What?"

"Stop your soldiers for a minute, the alien seems to be telling us something..."

Winston watched as the alien drew a large picture that vaguely represents a...book, it is drawing a book. It must've seen one on its way in and determined that it contains information.

"Winston...is it...drawing a book?"

Tracer seems to get the idea as she tugged at Winston's arm. For the first time since the Watchpoint's clean up, Winston cracked a small smile.

"I know what to do now, Lena."

11:00p.m.

Winston and Zenyatta has been studying the alien since Tracer got tired and slept early. They have sent in a full video of "Teaching your child the English Language" and a "Dictionary for Youngsters" as well as the latest Oxford Dictionary. Turns out the alien is very interested as it has been watching videos, reading as soon as they sent in the books and TV.

"This being seems very energetic and eager..."

Zenyatta has finally decided to speak as he kept silent for almost the whole day. Zenyatta also seems to be interested in the alien as he volunteered to keep watch of it through the night.

"What can you see about it, Zenyatta?"

"Well, other than the previously mentioned statement. It is unusually calm for a prisoner. I can tell that it has no means of escape."

Winston nodded as he processes what he just heard. Personally, a scientist shouldn't believe in these kind of spiritual stuffs, but Zenyatta proved time and time again on what his magical computer brain can do, Winston couldn't help but wonder. Plus, he has completely no idea in this creature so might as well believe in Zenyatta.

"It is also very intelligent...I'd say just as if not smarter than you, Winston."

Winston rolled his eyes at that statement, but he knows that this alien is in fact, very intelligent. In fact, the alien already figured out simple words when one of the soldiers tried to bring it water and food. Speaking about food, the alien never ate anything since arrival and refused everything that is brought to it.

"You are tired Winston, you really should sleep. Me and Zenyatta can keep an eye on the alien."

"Well, I know, but..."

"Athena is right, Winston. You have worked hard the past couple days and sleep is necessary."

Winston groaned as Zenyatta decides to join in the Winston-Go-To-Sleep party.

"Okay, you are right. I should go rest...thanks for helping me look after it anyways." And with that, Winston left the room, leaving only Zenyatta as the omnic silently watches over their strange visitor.

7:30a.m.

Ding!

Winston entered the control room to find Zenyatta still hovering in front of the camera screen. Both the omnic and the alien stayed exactly the same place for (Winston assume) the whole night.

"Good morning Winston."

Zenyatta greeted Winston as he turns his head slightly. Winston nodded in response.

"Good morning Zenyatta, did anything happen throughout the night?"

"Nothing much, our visitor has gone through the Dictionary for Youngsters multiple times. I am surprised that it doesn't even doze off, given that nothing has been consumed by it since its arrival."

Winston's eyes widened, not even him can stay up reading for so long without eating for a whole night, not to mention reading through the same book of dictionary multiple times. Winston looked at the alien once more and sure enough, it is flipping through the pages of Dictionary for Youngsters just like when he left it last night, sitting on the chair, showing no signs of dozing off.

After a while, the alien finally stood up. Then begin to stretch, in fact, Winston is relieved that it can still move its arms. After giving one last look at the final pages of Dictionary for Youngsters, it closes the book.

Winston gave a small sigh and cracked a barely visible smile, "Looks like our friend finally decides to take a break."

The alien then picks up the Oxford Dictionary and started reading all over again in a new sitting position.

Winston face palmed, "Sigh, I'm really worried about its well being now..."