Prowler awoke his eyes to a blinding light. "Well, looks like I made it." He thought, thinking he was finally going to Heaven. But his vision improved in his eye. And he realized where he actually was. He was laying in a hospital bed under a lamp. He could hear beeping going along with his heartbeat on a nearby monitor. He felt the pressure of having an IV in his right arm, as well as an odd sensation. Originally, he had his left hand replaced with an omnic prosthetic that he could use via a rope system attached to his right shoulder. Now, he had an actual metal hand, one that resembled a real hand, that moved with ease, and he could feel his nerves rushing through it. It's almost like he had never lost it. His eyepatch was removed, but he could still only see through his right eye, it didn't seem like he had an eye replacement, nor did he think once existed. He looked around more, he saw nobody else in any other beds around, and the Overwatch emblem on the floor. He was in the med-bay of Watchpoint: Gibraltar. "Back here, finally." He thought It was a relief yet surprise that he wasn't dead. "Well, down side is is that if word gets to talon that I'm alive, I may as well be dead, as well and everybody, or anybody, else in the Watchpoint" he thought. The door opened. A woman with light blond hair in a ponytail walked in with a doctor's coat. "Ah, you're awake." She said with a Swiss accent. Prowler looked at her, and immediately recognized her. It was Dr. Angela "Mercy" Ziegler. "You like the hand? Nothing much dear, just a spare we had lying around." She said. Prowler simply stared at her, kind of awkwardly, he didn't know what to say. "You going to say something?" She asked. "Where's the other one?" He asked. "Huh?" "Where is it?" Prowler Said, in a more angry tone. "That hand means more than you could know to me, where is it?" He yelled. "I…I put it in a locker, evidence, safekeeping, you know." He looked at her with a bit more anger. "I can put it back on." Said Ziegler. Prowler laid back a little. Ziegler began writing down things in her clipboard. Prowler imagines she was writing "Brain damage: High. "What happened?" Asked Prowler. "Oh, you were found half dead on the beach, dehydrated, starving, overheated. If Lena had found you an hour later, you wouldn't have made it. Do you remember anything else? A ship sinking perhaps?" Prowler stayed silent for a minute. "Anything?" Asked Ziegler. "Oxton?" Asked Prowler. Ziegler had a very confused and worried look on her face. "H-how did you…" She started. She was worried that Prowler was somebody who knew something he shouldn't have. "I worked with her. And you Angela. I was in Overwatch." Said Prowler. "Huh, that explains the Terminal we found on you." Said Ziegler. That caught Prowler's attention. "Where is it now?" Asked Prowler. "Oh, it's in the lab, Winston's fixing it up." Said Ziegler. Prowler rested a little easier. "You got a burger? I haven't had one in years." Ziegler pretty much ignored the question. "So tell me, what's your experience with Overwatch. How do you know me and Tracer?" Asked Ziegler. Prowler knew this wasn't a medical interview anymore, it was an interrogation. "The first time I worked with you two was during the King's Row uprising.
