Gabriel walked alongside Jesse to the conference room, (somewhat) listening to his nonsense stories as they made their journey. God, as much as he liked to talk, nobody compared to how long the cowboy could go on for. He must love the sound of his own voice, he thought disdainfully, because there was no way in Hell McCree found his tales interesting.

No way in Hell.

The pair met with one of the many doors leading to their destination and stepped inside. As they approached the stop of the stairway, Jesse paused and gave an unusual smirk. "Well, I'll be damned. Look who decided to show up." Gabriel didn't need to "look" to know the identity of the person the man spoke of. Not only that, it wasn't hard to pick her out of the bustling crowd of oddities. She was the only woman with such a saturated scarlet hair color. She was the only woman able to tower over a decent majority of the men present. She was the only woman (the only woman he has ever seen ever) who boasted that pencil-like physique. "Why don't you go say 'howdy'? That's your buddy down there!" Jesse clapped Gabe on the shoulder; however, the man in question was less than pleased at the cowboy's teasing. "Do me a favor and bother someone else," he commanded. McCree laughed off his cold words and went to join Reinhardt near the back of the room.

Once he was alone on the balcony, Gabriel leaned on the guardrail and examined the crowd below him. It seemed as if everyone were present, yet Jack was too busy explaining (albeit rather angrily) something to Moira. The latter appeared to be more annoyed than usual as she snapped her replies at him. He was too far away to make out her facial expressions, but by the way she anxiously tapped a finger against her thigh, he was able to understand that her composure was beginning to crack. Jack seemingly eventually became fed up with whatever the woman was saying and walked away, leaving the Doctor to her lonesome.

Gabe, too focused on the ordeal, did not hear the door open beside him and did not hear the footsteps walking towards him until the last moment. He looked to his left and noticed Angela ready to tap his shoulder, lowering her arm as he acknowledged her presence. "Sorry, I didn't think you knew I was here," she said sheepishly. Gabriel smiled at her. "I really didn't know until about a few seconds ago."

"So I wasn't completely in the wrong, that's good to know," she giggled. "What were you thinking about?"

"No, Jack and Moira were just arguing. I was just kind of watching that transpire."

"Oh," the woman sounded, and mimicked his position on the railing. The two were silent for a moment, Angela's blue eyes scanning over her teammates as well as the personnel that made up the Blackwatch division, before murmuring quietly, "I don't trust her, Gabe." He glanced back to her. "Who, Moira?" The blonde nodded. Her once calm face contorted to something that mirrored concern, and that fact that she used Gabe instead of Gabriel or Reyes supported his speculation. "The way she conducts her research is so...unethical. She boasts about her technology and its improved abilities, and it is impressive, and she is very intelligent, but..." She trailed off and sighed. "It just worries me, how she finds her answers. And how far she's willing to go to get the results she wants." Gabriel understood the woman. He very much did. However, he was essentially glued to this morally grey redhead; she was the only being on planet Earth who knew what to do should something happen to him, and now that this supposed "Fading serum" was underway...

"Just keep an eye on her for me, okay?" Angela's signature smile returned.

"Anything for you, Doctor," Gabe replied. She lingered on the rail for a moment longer before heading down the stairs, himself following close behind.

He peered around the room, searching for Ana or the Strike Commander and failing to find either. "Chances are they're in the backroom," Angela sighed. "I'll drag them out." The blonde shook her head as she traveled to a silver door and disappeared within. "Here I am, and here he's not," he overheard Moira complain, "ironic."

"Usually it's the other way around," Gabriel called to her.

"Hence the irony," she returned. He strode over to her side. "What made you decide to show up?"

"I had to discuss a few things with Commander Morrison regarding my frequent absences from these meetings."

"What'd you say?" His stomach clenched, and he lowered his voice so only Moira would hear. "You didn't say anything about 'our little side project,' right?"

"The agreement was, we finalize"-she created metaphorical quotes with her long fingers-"'our project,' and then notify the others. That way, it won't be shut down by the Strike Commander or the Captain before I'm finished with you. That is what we decided on, no?"

"It is," he confirmed.

"Then if revealing such plans would only harm me, what makes you think I'd do just that?" Gabe sighed, defeated. "I don't know."

"Let's use our heads, Commander," Moira smirked.

"Right, right." He rubbed his eyes and offered the room a sweeping glance. Everything was still pandemonium, Jack and Amari (and now Angela as well) still nowhere to be found. "So what did you tell him, then?" Gabriel returned his gaze to the Doctor, who was now searching her much-too-long nails for imperfections.

"Essentially," she paused and looked to him, "I bullshit everything." He couldn't help but begin to laugh, half in part of her cussing and the other half in part of her blatantly lying to Morrison. "Hey, it got him off your back, right?" he murmured jubilantly to her.

"As was my intention today." She folded her arms behind her, something he saw her do often. It was a quirk of hers, he has since deduced.

Moira studied the room with an oddly fascinated stare. This was rare for her; she typically didn't gaze at other humans the way she did now. "It's incredible how diverse Overwatch is. I've never seen this many nationalities amalgamated in a single place before." Gabriel folded his arms and presented her with an inquisitive stare. "Speaking of which, where are you from? I never remember to ask." She returned her attention to him and arched a perfect brow. "Is it not obvious?" The man shrugged. Her smirk returned as she told him, "Ireland."

"Yeah? I thought that was it, I just wasn't sure."

"If the accent didn't give it away, surely the red hair or ghostly complexion would have."

"Listen, I wasn't sure." Moira snickered yet said no more. He rolled his eyes at her before once again glancing behind him for any sign of that bastard-of-a-man, losing himself in thought halfway through his search.

She was from Ireland, he thought, his own mind pronouncing the country's name the way she did. Uhoirlund. Damn, it was the most Irish-sounding word she'd ever let cross her thin lips.

"Morrison is here," Moira stated. Truth be told, once Gabriel landed back on Earth, Jack stood at the head of the circular table along with Ana and Angela. The room quieted as everyone noticed the trio's presence. "Nobody needs to be seated," Amari began. "Something urgent has arose. We need Commander Reyes here to discuss this matter. Everyone else, you are free to go, and we will explain the issue once a conclusion has been met." Murmurs of worry broke out among the crowd as everyone filed to the doorways. Gabe felt a small tap on his shoulder and faced Moira as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Come to me as soon as possible."

"Got it," he mumbled back, and with that, she joined the exiting crowd.

He jogged over to meet the small group standing near the table. Once the four were completely alone, he questioned, "What's going on?" Jack pulled up a page on the large tablet he held in his hands. "We found a man named Antonio, though we couldn't find a last name." He showed Gabriel a picture of a bulky Italian man with a silver chip located above the eye. "Based on the bits of information we've uncovered, we have reason to believe he plays a major part in whatever's going on in Venice. Now, Overwatch won't take action until we have a better picture of the story. That's where you come in, Gabe." The blonde crossed his arms. "On August 21st, there's this party being hosted at this fancy restaurant. This Antonio guy will be the host. I need Blackwatch to get some data for us. You think you could work with that?" Gabriel laughed a bit too condescendingly. "Jack, I posed as a zoologist once, this shouldn't be too hard. And I don't doubt my team's abilities, either." Morrison nodded. "I'll give you the details once we get it all into one document. In the meantime, I'll let you work everything out with your team."

"When exactly did you have to pretend to be a zoologist?" Angela asked out of the blue.

"That's a story for another day," he replied, and the woman shook her head. He began to walk towards the double set of staircases, and as he reached the base, Ana called, "Be sure to make it clear that Doctor O'Deorain must attend."

"Yep," he acknowledged as he ascended.

Remembering Moira's orders, Gabriel made haste for the laboratory. What she wanted him for, he wasn't entirely sure. It was always a mystery with this lady.

The doors slid open to reveal Moira sitting on the table in the middle of the room holding a large packet of papers and briefly glancing over each one. She looked up as she heard his approach. "That was rather fast." The metal doors shut behind him. "How would you," Gabe paused for dramatic effect, "like to become a cocktail waitress for some snazzy restaurant in Venice?" The Doctor raised her eyebrows and took a moment to respond. "What?" He laughed and walked over to the table. "I'll explain in a minute."

"I recommend explaining yourself right now."

"How about you tell me why you needed me ASAP first." She flashed him her signature smirk. "I finalized our serum. I was wondering whether you would like to apply it now or if you want to schedule a date."

"You finished it? It works and everything?" She nodded and stood, setting her stack of papers down. "It takes time, getting used to and being able to harness such an ability, but it isn't impossible. I've been practicing for about a week now, and I'd say my progress is commendable." Now fully interested in what she had to show him, Gabriel's mind abandoned his initial thoughts about the plans regarding Venice. "Show me how it works."

She stood completely straight and looked to the floor. In an instant, Moira disappeared in a light cloud of dark mist accompanied by a soft woosh. Not a moment later did she reappear a few feet from her initial location with the same factors from before tagging along. Gabe's mouth hung open.

He was absolutely awestruck by her performance.

"Wow," he laughed. "Holy shit, that's incredible!" She performed a mock-bow and hid her arms behind her back. "You weigh much more than I do, and most of that weight is muscle mass, so you will not be able to fade as quickly I am able to. Other than that, you should have the ability to perform exactly as I demonstrated."

"I'm completely blown away right now," he smiled. "That's absolutely amazing."

"I know it is." She gestured to the door a little ways behind her. "Shall we?"

"Why not at this point?"

Gabe followed Moira to the back room, his heartbeat picking up. It was alright to be nervous, he decided. This procedure was alien to the world, he wasn't sure what to expect, and he doubted Redhead in front of him would shed any light on his predicament. The last time he asked questions like what's going to happen? and will it hurt?, she came up with a new way to say you'll see each time.

He sighed as he passed the threshold into the second room.

He better buckle the fuck up.