Lena Oxton was homeward bound. Having stopped at the safe-house close-by to Hanamura, she changed into some clothes that would conceal her Chronal Accelerator, but not stick out like a sore thumb. She was headed for good old King's Row. Sombra's words were still swirling around in her head; her strange talk about the files that she gave her. But Lena didn't remember getting any files... On second thought, Sombra had given her a memory drive, and she still hadn't gotten around to looking at it...

Fortunately for Lena, she had brought her holo-vid with her, so she could view the files. Plugging in the thumb drive, she transferred the files to her holo-vid. She saw a video file; plugging in some earphones, she clicked on it. She saw a Talon doctor sitting on a chair. He seemed to be discussing the operation on Amélie Lacroix; referred to here as 'subject'.

"The subject is a Parisian female of about 30 years. Subject is in excellent health; doesn't seem to have any major conditions. A somewhat harsh degree of arachnophobia, and nothing else. We may use that for her new identity. The subject has undergone extensive shock therapy in addition to a memory-wipe. Her reconditioning has performed flawlessly. With Gerard dead, we have already started to undergo the rest of the treatment. The operation to alter her heart rate has succeeded; her heart rate remains a stable twenty beats per minute. That is all for today; she will undergo more operations tomorrow."

Lena's stomach threatened to mutiny at that video alone. But looking through contents of the drive, she saw nine more videos. Ten?! Lena thought; outraged that people would do this to a fellow human being. If you want a weapons platform, use an Omnic for it you bastards! Lena thought

With her stomach somewhat calmed, Lena Oxton clicked another file.

"The subject has taken to her identity rather well. We've replaced her legs with bionic substitutes, the better for mobility and lethality, if need be. She has had occasional flashes of memory, but we are optimistic that we can control this... We-"

Lena skipped the rest of that clip and clicked on the video file numbered ten.

Widowmaker stood before the camera, in her Talon uniform. The end result of their experiments...

"Widowmaker here." Said a beautiful voice possessed of a heavy French accent.

Lena found it hard to believe that the voice she heard belonged to that zombie on the screen.

Her name's Amélie Lacroix. No matter what Talon did to her, deep down, she's still Amélie. Lena thought.

"I'm ready to kill; the enemies of Talon will be eliminated." Purred the same voice.

Lena was deep in thought when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Widowmaker move. Lena looked directly at the screen in time to see Widowmaker punch the camera with her left fist. Or rather, her palm. The video ended.

Lena inhaled sharply at the evidence of what they had done to her.

"Okay," Lena thought.

"What's okay, lassie?" A Swedish voice broke in on her reverie. Lena didn't realize that she had thought aloud.

She looked to the source of the voice to find a dwarf of a man with a patch over his right eye.

"Torbjörn!"

"And ye are?"

"Who am I? Don't you recognize me?" Turning to her holo-vid, she loaded up a picture of a poster with her face on it. Handing Torbjörn the holo-vid, she spoke.

"That's who I am, ya tosser! It's been so long!"

"Lena? What are you doing here?"

With that, it hit her that Torbjörn might not know about the recall... Motioning for her holo-vid, she typed up a message and sent it to him.

I could ask the same of you!

Torbjörn pulled out his terminal and, seeing the look on Lena's face, replied over the holo-vid.

Why, I've received a contract from the Japanese government to build some of my famous Overwatch turrets and deliver the lot to them. It seems the boys need some proper automated security for their important sites. Leave this to an expert! I told them. The looks on their faces when they thought I refused, haha!

Very nice! I see you've been keeping busy since Petras.

And you lassie?

There's been a recall. We're back. I was tending to some business in Zurich.

I heard about the recall. Wasn't sure if it was real.

It is. We're closing in on Talon; I've got Widowmaker dialed in, and she won't escape. It will be a serious blow to whatever Talon is scheming when she's gone...

Tell me lassie, are you letting Mondatta cloud your judgement?

No! Why?

Are you aware that the Widowmaker used to be Gerard's wife, Amélie?

No. I wasn't. Are you sure? How?

Lena felt uncomfortable lying to Torbjörn, but she saw no other way. She didn't know if he was testing her or not. Lena wasn't going to tell him that she intended to save Amélie or die trying simply because she didn't know which side of the aisle he was on...

Torbjörn replied.

And you're still going to kill her? I thought you unofficially loved her... Tut, tut, Lena; I thought Overwatch taught you better than to let petty revenge cloud your judgement...

If this was a trap, Torbjörn was skillfully baiting it...

What would you say if I told you hypothetically that I want to help her? Which isn't true.

At that, Torbjörn knew exactly the lay of the land. He shut his holo-vid off...

"I see. Can't say I'm ashamed of you, Lena. All the luck..." he said with a grin.

An hour later, they were in London. Hailing Torbjörn one more time, Lena had a question for him.

"What about the recall?"

"I'm coming home, don't you worry about that. I've wanted to see how the old family is... ah, erhm Lena? Where are they again?"

Lena smiled at that. How like Torbjörn.

"About sixty miles from my King's Row home. Look Torb, don't say anything about Amélie to Overwatch, will ya? They've told me to deal with Widowmaker, they don't know how I'm planning to do it. And they'd never believe it's her."

"I won't say anything. For now... But what happens if they find out that you knew and you didn't tell them? Have you thought this through, or are you going rogue?"

"Whatever it takes."

"I see. As I said on the plane; all the luck, Lena. All the luck..."

"I'm going home to rest for a few days. Tell the crew, will ya?"

"Ay lass, I'll do that."

Returning home, Lena opened up the program she acquired at the Talon base on her holo-vid. Checking on Widowmaker's current activities, she was relieved to find that she was still asleep. Changing out of her civilian clothes, she changed into her Overwatch standard. Grabbing her holo-vid, she stuffed it into the left pocket of her RAF bomber jacket. She also grabbed pictures of Amélie and Gerard, and Overwatch pictures that Amélie had been a part of. Grabbing her Pulse pistols, she tucked them into her gauntlets and made to depart. Blinking and sprinting to her destination, it took about twenty minutes time for her to arrive at Widowmaker's safehouse. Looking around, she couldn't find a ladder. She was heading over to the door in the front when she noticed a small air-conditioning unit that was scheduled to be picked up and repaired. Jumping atop it, she started climbing from ledge to ledge. A minute later, she was atop the building. Thank goodness it was flat, and not arched. Looking around, she noticed a trap door about five feet in front of her.

Now would definitely be a good time to hash out a plan. Lena thought.

A minute later, she arrived at a plan; checking the program on her holo-vid, she found that Amélie was grabbing her rifle, and heading up. So much for her plan, she needed to get out of sight.

And yet, she couldn't move. The trap door opened, and Widowmaker sprang out like a nimble spider. Terrifyingly striking really. Lena thought.

Widowmaker turned around to close the hatch when she noticed Tracer standing there. Faster than a charging cheetah, she straightened up and, kicking the trap door down, grabbed her rifle and started to shoot at Tracer, who blinked behind Widowmaker and, hitting the Widow's Kiss out of her hands, got Amélie in a headgrip. "Think Amélie, try to remember! It's me Lena! I'm not your enemy-"

Widowmaker twisted out of Tracer's grip and, catching her hands, twisted her over. Grabbing the knife in the satchel at her hip, she lost grip of Tracer, who blinked away. Tracer blinked forward and kicked Widowmaker's knee. Widowmaker backflipped safely away only to find Tracer right behind her again. This time, there would be no escape; Tracer had her in yet another headgrip, and was going for the knockout blow. "I mean you no harm, but if you don't talk to me, I can't help you! Talon took your life away from you and forced you to be their weapon. Gerard loved you, he wanted you to be happy! Remember him please!"

Gasping and struggling for breath, Widowmaker spat.

"You are-an enemy of Talon. I'll kill you if-if it's the last thing I do."

Widowmaker fell limp.

Lena Oxton released her grip and sighed. Hoisting Amélie up onto her shoulders into a fireman's carry, she started blinking from roof to roof.

Forty minutes later, she had traveled the thirty miles. Amélie had stirred several times, but she never woke, which was fortunate, because it allowed Lena to get her to her home. Laying Widowmaker down on the bed, she seized her weapons and knife and placed them on the floor next to the sofa where she was sitting.

Amélie stirred...