Ameile found herself lying to a bed, but not the same hotel bed she went to sleep on. A bright light shone on her from above, but she could not see high enough to find the source. She was surrounded by unending darkness, a common occurrence when dreaming about those she killed. But this was different. No benevolent spirits appeared. She had no company. She felt more alone than she had in some time.

"Hello? Is there anyone here?" Ameile questioned the darkness. She was also tied up to the bedposts. A very tough wire held her in place, holding firm as she struggled to break out.

As if she was a trapped insect.

"It looks like the spider caught the butterfly," a voice said from the darkness. Her voice?

"Who's there?" Ameile cried out.

It took what must have felt like half an hour, but lurking in the shadows, coming towards her, Ameile could see a figure she had hoped she'd never see again. A woman with purplish-blue skin, wearing a purple skintight suit exposing her cleavage with webs lining her legs, and sporting a seven-lensed visor on her head, covering her blue tinted hair.

Widowmaker.

"You!" Ameile shouted.

"Is that a proper way to address yourself?" Widowmaker said not in her typical detached tone, but more venomous. Ameile never remembered herself talking in such fashion.

"You don't exist anymore!"

"Don't exist? I am you. Dan la vie et dans la mort." (In life and in death)

"No you're not! I'm Ameile Lacroix! You're a killing monster!"

"A monster? How hurtful. You had the time of your life as me."

"You robbed me of everything!"

"I gave you everything. Where would you be right now if you never became me? A poor widow still doing ballet? Certainly not the best sniper in the world. At least be grateful Talon didn't kill you when they found out who you were."

All Ameile could muster up in response was "Vas te faire encule." (Fuck you)

"Shameful, if that's all you can think of. I must say, I'm disappointed in you."

"What for? That I don't kill the innocents anymore?"

"You can still do what I can, yet you waste it on pathetic Overwatch."

"Overwatch destroyed Talon. You lost. And if it weren't for them, I would be dead. Just like Gabriel."

"And Tracer? You're friends with that chienne? (bitch) You've really gone soft."

"Why wouldn't I? She's possible the nicest person I've ever met."

"Amateur. Fraternizing with the enemy. But this killing spree you're on now. That has my attention."

"It's not a killing spree."

"Such a foolish girl. What else could it be? And what could you possibly be getting revenge for anyway?"

"For having to be you."

"You know, if you were never me, you wouldn't be able to kill those people."

"What difference does that make?"

"You and I may be more similar than you want to believe."

"But I wanted those people dead. You just had orders."

"Yet they're dead. If I didn't have orders, I'm sure I would've killed more to get the feeling. The rush of being alive. Did you feel the same way, killing Lukas and Viollette?"

Ameile couldn't stand to be taunted any longer. She became more concerned with where she was being held captive. The light didn't extend beyond the reaches of her bed, so the darkness never changed. "Where am I?"

"You know where."

With a rising motion of her hands, Widowmaker illuminated the dark space. Ameile could feel her bonds disappear, but wished she had at least that protection. For she remembered the horrors surrounding her. The room held various torture contraptions, ranging from electroshock, water boarding, isolation chambers, and sensory deprivation. She also saw bodies lying on the ground, presumably dead. It took her a while to notice, but the bodies were all of people Ameile previously saw in her dreams. Widowmaker's victims.

The last thing Ameile saw was Widowmaker giving her an evil smile as she walked up beside the bed, whispering one last thing in her ear.

"I'm going to have some fun with you. Then you'll see you never changed at all."

Ameile shot up out of the bed sheets, sweating and panting fastly. She wasn't in the torture room anymore. Widowmaker wasn't beside her. She was back in her dark hotel room, naked with Siegfried next to her naked as well. She must have been screaming or something, because he woke up a few seconds after her.

"What is it, liebling?" Siegfried said, springing up next to her.

"Beau," Ameile said throwing herself up against Siegfried's front, draping her arms around his back to draw him in closer. "It was awful. Widowmaker was taunting me, saying we're the same, and wanted to torture me. And there were dead bodies everywhere."

"Well, it was just a dream. It can't hurt you now."

Despite Ameile's attraction to the man, Siegfried wasn't one who boasted the best advice. Mostly spouting clichéd lines which offered minimal comfort, with a somewhat detached quality.

She wished Lena were here. She would always know what to say and do in a time like this.

Lying back down on the bed, Ameile reached for her phone, charging in a nightstand on her side of the bed. Siegfried ran his fingers down her back, trying to comfort her. The time was just about 6 in the morning, but she saw she had plenty of missed calls and messages from Gibraltar. Mainly from Winston and Lena. Lena's messages were very short and urgent.

Lena: I'm so sorry, don't be mad!

I tried saying what you told me!

But they know you're up to something else! :(

I'm flying out to pick you up

I'll try to explain later. Sorry love! :(

There was also a voice message from Winston she played.

Winston: Ameile, we need you back at Gibraltar to discuss what you've been up to. Mainly with your recent personal trips. Lena's been sent to retrieve you, and bring that Siegfried fellow of yours.

Ameile called Lena. Sure enough, she was in the middle of flying out to meet them.

"Lena, what's happening?"

"I'm so sorry Ameile, I really am, but they just got it out of me!"

"Got what out?"

"Winston and Jack were saying you're up to some shady business, and how that kind of stuff can't be tolerated, and that they need to speak to you immediately about it!"

"Calm down Lena! I'm sure it's just a simple disciplinary thing and nothing more."

"You know being official now comes with being a tight ship! We can't afford any fuckups like the whole Blackwatch deal. God, we can't go a whole year without something illegal happening."

"Calm down!"

"Don't tell me to be calm! You're my friend and I don't want to see thrown out or worse!"

"Alright alright alright, when will you get here?"

"I'm just going through New Brunswick now, so I'll give you an hour or so to get to the airport. Ameile, is what they're saying true?"

"I'll explain everything when I see you. Just trust me. Adieu," Ameile reassured her best friend before hanging up.

"What was that about?" Siegfried asked.

"Our vacation's over. Lena's coming to pick us up."

"Over? We've been here hardly a day."

"Overwatch want us back at Gibraltar. Apparently they know some things about what I've been up to."

"Us?"

"Yes us. They want to talk to you as well."

"Do they know about me? About my past?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, we only have an hour to get to the airport."

"An hour? But we have to get dressed and cleaned up,"

"Then get moving," Ameile ordered dragging Siegfried by his wrist into the bathroom. The two took a shower, dried off, brushed their teeth, got dressed, and packed up in what must have been record time. After Siegfried failed to get a refund for the remaining time he had the room booked for, they hurried along in the dark early morning to the nearest Metro stop, riding it down to the airport. Ameile rested her head on Siegfried's shoulder for most of the ride, trying to get some more sleep. But she worried what would occur if she happened to dream about Widowmaker again. Was it something she couldn't help but do?

Once they arrived at the airport, Ameile asked the departure desk if there were any special Overwatch planes or anything like that waiting for them. The person managing the desk said a jet just landed, waiting by the storage facilities in-between the runways. None the passenger shuttle carts were in operation, so sadly, they had to walk out there. Ameile didn't have time to argue, so they were just lead or a stairway leading outside to the runway area. Walking nearly half a mile in the early morning cold, even with their warm coverings, Ameile still held Siegfried tight, hoping to gain some warmth from him.

Waiting for them was Lena's new jet, designed for fast near supersonic travel with nowhere near the person capacity of standard Overwatch dropships. Lena waited on the stairway for them, sporting a pair of aviator sunglasses and a bomber jacket with more warm fabric lining the inside than her standard one. It was unbuttoned at the top, showing the upper part of the new accelerator harness. Clearly, the cold didn't bother her.

"Now boarding for Gibraltar, sold-out capacity of two," Lena called out, leading her passengers onboard.

"Tracer, if I remember?" Siegfried asked.

"Tracer's the name, fighting bad guys is my game. Inspiring kiddies all around the world."

"Weren't you eating a poor French guy's face last time I saw you?"

"I was on vacation! He wasn't gonna call back anyway."

"Ameile says you can take that thing on your chest off?"

"Yeah, but it still can't be too far away from my body. Now if you two just buckle up, we can take off."

Ameile and Siegfried followed the orders and sat in two seats facing the door hatch. The luggage fit underneath their seats and their restraints were regular shoulder harnesses. As they felt the jet move out to the runway, Lena's voice came up over the speakers.

"Cshzzzzz, Gooooood morning everyone! This is your captain Lena Oxton reporting from the cockpit. This is a brand new issue Overwatch minimum capacity sonic jet, so I'm required to go over the safety features as we head out to the runway. Upon takeoff, the jet will go at a 60-degree angle, so the inexperienced may feel queasy until we straighten out. In the event of any emergency landing, weapons can be found under your seat cushions so you're not completely defenseless for when we kick our attackers on their asses. There will be no refreshments because the aviation people want these jets spotless. So just sit tight, we're clear for takeoff."

The jet picked up speed along the runway. True to Lena's word, as soon as the plane started lifting off the ground, it went up at a 60-degree angle. Siegfried was the one thinking his stomach was gonna lurch, holding his one hand over his mouth and the other over his stomach. Ameile was more calm, but did feel her stomach turning as well. Once they broke through the clouds, with the rising sun just breaking the horizon, the jet leveled out, the nauseous feelings subsiding. Lena's voice came over the speakers again.

"Cshzzzz, lady and gent, we've reached cruising altitude. You're now free to move about and talk to me in the cockpit."

Ameile immediately unbuckled her restraints and walked through the small fuselage to the cockpit, knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" Lena's voice called out.

"You know who," Ameile responded, eager to get to the bottom of her predicament.

"What's the password?"

"Lena, this is serious."

The door opened outward, revealing the extremely cramped cockpit space, clearly only designed for the pilot. Lena was surrounded by various computer screens and controls not unlike the standard dropship, but much more compressed. She was concentrating more on flying than paying attention to the passengers behind her.

"So,"Ameile started off standing outside the doorway, "care to explain what's happening?"

"I told Winston, Jack, etcetera etcetera that you and your man were taking some you time. They didn't make much of it, too busy with all the Sombra intel we got. Then they came back to me asking about Siegfried, because his name popped up there."

Siegfried was still buckled into his seat, listening a short distance away. But he immediately felt nervous at the thought of being brought in for questioning. "You didn't tell her I used to be with Talon?"

"It's very touchy right now!" Ameile shouted back.

"And then there were these news reports out of Cologne about some neuroscientist who committed suicide and turned out to be ex-Talon, and died the same day you were there," Lena continued. "Name was Lukas Hase. Jack pretty much ordered me to get you back after that came up."

Ameile had a hard time looking out at from the cockpit's front windows. Mainly from the rising sun illuminating everything around it orange. Even if she dug out her sunglasses from her bag, she doubted that would help.

"Did you kill that guy?"

There was no use skirting around it now. If Winston and Jack were going to find out about what she's been up to, Lena deserved to hear it as well.

"Lena, it's kind of a therapeutic thing for me."

"Goddamnit Ameile! How am I supposed to cover for you?"

"I'm seven years older than you and the best sniper in the world. I can handle one disciplinary matter."

"I can explain some things too," Siegfried called out, feeling left out of the conversation.

"Look, he was one of the people who turned me into Widowmaker, okay?"

Lena sat in silence, trying to process that fact and concentrate on flying.

"That's the truth. The whole truth. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"No, love, I do."

"Do you? I don't think the people who made your accelerator put you through endless agony and torture. They saved you from that."

"But if someone screwed this thing up, or if they never saved me at all, I'd be pretty pissed off too."

"Sweet happy Lena. You wouldn't be able to do what I did."

"Wouldn't I?" Lena turned around to direct her statement at Ameile. Her right eyebrow rose over her sunglasses. "You forget Numbani?"

"You were never gonna pull the trigger."

"Push me a little harder back then and I wouldn't be flying you sorry sods right now," Lena spun her chair back around regaining the jet's controls, worried more about flying as they started to cross the Atlantic.

Poor Lena, Ameile thought. She gets wound up so easily in caring for others, taking it upon herself to get others out of trouble. This was really none of her business, yet she was getting upset over it. Something she had no involvement in. She needed to loosen up, since it was going to be a 5-hour flight at least. So Ameile snuck into the cramped space, her arms going around the side of the chair, and her finger's reaching for Lena's sides. Lena tried ignoring it, but that just made Ameile try harder, eventually getting her to bust out laughing.

"Ameile!" Lena shouted, trying to hold back her laughter. "This is a new jet! I don't have the hang of everything yet."

"If you're the best pilot we have, like you constantly boast, I'm sure you can manage," Ameile said continuing to tickle her friend.

The jet arrived at 6 pm Gibraltar time, with lights from the reconstructed headquarters shining bright in the early evening. Ever since Gibraltar became Overwatch's new formal headquarters, the base encompassed the whole territory now. From above, groups of recruits were doing jogging drills, running along the shoreline. Various airships were going through routine maintenance in some of the open hangers. And it looked like some were were trying to have a nice evening out.

The jet landed on the runway with a sudden thud, Lena still getting the hang on how to properly land these crafts, but still managing to slow it down and park it with the other jets. As the three riders disembarked with their luggage, Reinhardt Wilhelm and Ana Amari greeted them, both in casual wear.

"Greetings friends!" Reinhardt boasted as the three walked on solid ground again. "I trust you had a pleasant flight."

"It always is when I'm in charge," Lena proclaimed. Ameile rolled her eyes.

"You must be Reinhardt Wilhelm!" Siegfried called out upon seeing the old German.

"Yes I am. Is that a German accent I hear?"

"Yes. I'm from Nuremburg!"

"Nuremburg? I'm from Stuttgart!

"Stuttgart? Oh your club's gonna be in for a word of hurt this year!"

"Your words don't hurt me! I haven't been a Stuttgart fan for years!"

Siegfried and Reinhardt walked in front of the three ladies heading for the main facilities, switching to German as they went on and on about the football season and other German things. This included whether Reinhardt liked eating pork knuckle. Even once they entered the main hanger, making their way to the section with the veterans' living quarters and interrogation rooms, the two Germans still rambled on in their native language.

"Don't worry about them," Ana reassured the two other women. "Reinhardt always goes on like that when he meets a fellow German."

"I suppose he'll keep Siegfried out of trouble," Ameile responded. She had wondered if she was allowed to bring Siegfried onto Overwatch premises, like how Gerard used to do with her. But these were less than ideal circumstances for those thoughts to happen. "Where's Fareeha? I haven't seen her in a while."

"She's back in Egypt, trying to bring Helix Securities into the fold. That company came up numerous times in the Sombra intel, so she thinks a pre-emptive alliance will fight any further attacks against them. The Shimada clan came up a lot too.

"The Shimada's? Is Genji worried at all?"

"Not at all. But someone else,"

"Sake. Sake!" a gruff voice called out from one of the specialty rooms. A few computer science recruits ran out down the hallway, chased by a thrown glass, which broke once it hit the wall. Following them into the hall was Hanzo, in his typical Japanese robes leaving half his chest and tattooed arm exposed, though slightly intoxicated. "This is a world-wide organization. How do you not have refreshments for anyone who," Hanzo stopped once he saw the three laides, staring at the whole ordeal. "Ameile."

"Hanzo," Ameile said, surprised. "When did you get in?"

"Yesterday. As soon as I was told Sombra had some files on the clan, I decided to personally see to it myself.

"Did you find anything?"

"Just some things about dealing with rival clans so far, along with our previous involvement. Nothing I can't take of when I return."

"Huh, I didn't know you could decrypt."

"Oh no, I was never good at this decryption stuff, but the recruits I was assigned to work with, let's say, don't always respect my wishes." Hanzo at this point just noticed the bag Ameile was carrying. "Were you out somewhere?"

"Yeah, just got back from Montreal. Lena picked me and my boyfriend up."

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yeah he's, he's" Ameile looked around trying to see where Siegfried went. He and Reinhardt must have taken their German squabble somewhere else. "I don't know where he went off to."

Hanzo started to feel flustered. After Overwatch had been reinstated, Hanzo turned down Genji's offer to join in favor of trying to get the clan out of the crime business. It was a hard task to do considering Hanamura castle was symbolically built with criminal money. Even harder is finding what else the Shimada clan would stand for. So when this reported Sombra leak came out, Hanzo immediately jumped at the chance for a change of pace.

Hanzo also thought of Ameile from time to time back in Japan. During his brief time with Talon, he was fascinated with how someone like Widowmaker could exist. A soul of a killer engulfed in such beauty. He knew there was more to her than her cold demeanor lead her subordinates to believe. That her humanity was trapped, much like how he felt then. The last time he saw her was back in New York for the ceremony the U.N. put on for Overwatch's new legitimacy. Whenever he talked to Genji about his escapades, Hanzo would occasionally ask what Ameile was up to.

"So, . . ." Hanzo stumbled back into the conversation, "how's Overwatch been treating you?"

"Well. They've helped me maintain my sanity, the least I could ask for. And I at least do some good in the world."

"Is it true you're called Huntress now? That name seems,"

"I know, it wasn't my first choice for a call sign either. But it's grown on me."

"Ameile!" Angela shouted out from down the hall, running towards the group in her lab coat.

"Nice to see you too," Ameile responded nonchalantly.

"I hope you're happy. Now some of my recruits are calling me the cyborg slut."

Hanzo found himself laughing under his breath. He didn't need to know much to gather what was happening, or who the culprit was.

"Hanzo, it's not funny," Angela retorted. "How can I train new doctors if they don't respect me?"

"At least that part of Genji hasn't changed," Hanzo remarked.

"Guess those students just don't deserve you then," Ameile said back to Angela, thinking on her feet. "I did you a service, weeding out the runts of the litter."

"You still owe me a proper examination."

"I'm afraid I have a lot on my plate at the moment, with Jack and Winston. Plus I want to see Zenyatta too,"

"Genji's teacher?" Hanzo interrupted.

"Yes, that Zenyatta. He's done wonders for my psyche."

"Well after you're done coming up with excuses, you know where my office is. I'll be waiting," Angela said before going off, most likely attending to some other medical task.

"I suppose I must be getting back to my work then," Hanzo nervously said. "It was nice seeing you again."

"You too, archer," Ameile replied, leading Ana and Lena on the path to find Zenyatta. Hanzo went back into his reserved room, determined not to get angry at the recruits, with a new batch sent to help him.

"You know Hanzo has been asking about you?" Ana pointed out.

"Yes I know. Genji already told me," Ameile said feeling Ana having one her old person moments coming on.

"It must be hard for a man such as him to meet anyone, being the head of a clan and all."

"I have a boyfriend Ana! You literally just met him!"

"I'm just saying, it wouldn't hurt to consider a man who walks around with half his chest exposed."

"Reinhardt's enormous pecks must be doing things to your head."

"Remind me, who do you have to thank for not being Widowmaker anymore? When I told everyone my plan for you, they all said,"

"It's a suicide mission, it'll never work, I've heard that all already."

"You know, with the work he's been putting in lately, it wouldn't hurt for someone to visit him."

"Oh okay, and while we're at it, let's bring Lena and Genji along for round two."

"Woah, I said that never happened," Lena didn't want to be dragged into this.

"I'm still not letting that go."

The group found Zenyatta escorting some recruits out of his personal meditation chamber. The end of a session, it looked like. Aside from helping new Omnic recruits get acclimated to working with Overwatch, Zenyatta served as one of the main Omnic-human liaisons, improving relations between the two. There was definite progress made over the past few months, with Talon's God program plan foiled, but the occasional protest or violent act still happened and needed to be dealt with.

"Ameile, I see you've returned safely," Zenyatta greeted his pupil.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to speak with you. Alone," Ameile slightly directed at Lena and Ana.

"I'll just see where Reinhardt and his new friend went off to," Ana said, leading Lena away.

"Please enter," Zenyatta urged. His meditation space had no windows, was painted a woody green occasionally broken up by creases in the walls and images of the Shambali monetary. The foam-lined floor still had impressions of footprints from earlier. Ameile sat down cross-legged, with Zenyatta getting back to his floating state.

"What is on your mind?" Zenyatta started off with.

"Do Omnics know anything about dreams?"

"We are capable of and understand independent thought as much as humans. So dreams naturally follow."

"It's just, I had a very unpleasant one last night."

"What about?"

"It was just Widowmaker taunting me, saying I'm wasting her powers. I tried fighting back with words, but that didn't do anything. Eventually, I found myself back in the Talon torture rooms, and Widowmaker said she would do horrible things to me."

"Hmm, is this the first time this particular dream happened?"

"Yes. I'd usually just talk to the people Widowmaker killed, but they were just corpses in this dream too.

"Maybe this has to do with some disheartening things I've been hearing. That you killed someone? Possibly for the sake of revenge?"

"It, it wasn't just revenge. It was someone who helped turn me into that cold, cold bitch."

"I would think you of all people would know the harm of taking a life, along with the justice that follows."

"Didn't you say once that justice is defined by the hand that claims it?"

"Revenge is not justice."

"Well, consider it atonement then."

"We've gone over this many times. You are not responsible for Widowmaker's acts."

"No, it has nothing to do with that."

"What then?"

"These, . . well I guess I can say these because there was someone else in Montreal,"

Zenyatta gave out a disapproving sigh. This pupil had been a tougher nut to crack than Genji. "Ameile, I thought we were working to make sure any tendencies having to do with Widowmaker don't show up. Your meditation and prayer sessions with me and Angela's medication. Have they not been working?"

"They've done wonders for my well-being."

"So why are you doing this now? Taking innocents that aren't in the name of a mission?"

"They're not innocents. And the opportunity presented itself. I couldn't say no to that."

"So whoever gave you this opportunity then, cut them off. You wouldn't want risking a side of yourself you want dead to reemerge."

"Well, there's a problem with that," Ameile was interrupted by the door opening, with Siegfried and Ana waiting for her.

"If you're all wrapped up here, Winston and Jack really want to see you now," Ana urged.

"We'll continue this discussion another time," Zenyatta said as Ameile left. "Just remember what I said and to continue your meditations."

Ameile led Siegfried down to one of the boardrooms, located in the underground portions of the base. These were the new designated areas for mission briefings, along with other designated "fun team building activities," like orientations and parties. They found Jack and Winston waiting in one of these boardrooms, sitting opposite of a long table in leather swivel chairs. Jack was wearing a blue and yellow uniform somewhat reminiscent of his old Overwatch attire. Clearly he had no use for the Soldier 76 persona anymore. Winston was out of his usual suit of armor, instead wearing an orange recruitment bodysuit. He must have been training some new soldiers before this meeting.

"So," Siegfried meekly said put off by the two leaders. "You, you're Winston?"

"Were you expecting something else?" the gorilla responded.

"I've heard about the talking gorillas. It's just something you never expect to see in person."

"Now Ameile," Winston directed towards her, "I imagine you know why we called you here on short notice."

"If it's because I'm dating an ex-Talon soldier,"

"No, no, we'll get to that later. It has to do with what you're doing recently on your off-time."

"I thought my off-time was my own business."

"Not when you're part of a U.N. sanctioned organization," Jack interrupted. "You remember how hard we worked bringing Overwatch back from the dead. We can't afford one mishap like this blowing it all up again!"

Siegfried opened up his mouth to say something, but Ameile made a hand motion urging him not to. They would get their chance to speak.

"So this man from Cologne, Lukas Hase," Winston continued on. "Did Lena bring you up to speed?"

"She told me he was found in his apartment, committed suicide."

"Care to explain why you killed him?"

Ameile didn't speak up, holding out some shred of hope it'll be dropped and they'll move on.

"A neurologist with old ties to Talon decides to kill himself in the middle of the night. Nothing about his life suggested he wanted to commit suicide. Sure he was divorced, but he had a comfortable job. No reported mental illness. A healthy social life as far as we can tell. Not to mention there was a broken window found at the scene, so there's the possibility someone broke in there to murder him."

Ameile finally caved to the pressure. "Yes, yes I killed him."

"And why's that?"

"Lukas was ex-Talon, but he was more than that. He was one of the scientists who turned me into Widowmaker, altering my brain patterns to make me more obedient.

"What about your trip in Montreal?" Jack asked, "Did you kill anyone there too?"

Ameile resumed her silence, not wanting to explain herself again.

"You know we'll find out if you did either way. It will save us the trouble. After all, it wasn't too hard figuring out what happened in Cologne."

"Fine, I did."

"Who then?"

"Her name was Viollette Barteaux. She was ex-Talon too, a spy. She figured out I was Gerard's wife."

"If you don't mind us asking, how did you figure these things out?"

"It was all me," Siegfried chimed in. "I gave Ameile those names."

"So how did you get those names then?" Jack directed at the German. "Siegfried. . ?"

"Paulis. My last name is Paulis. I watched Talon torture this undeserving woman. Saw he turn into Widowmaker before my eyes. I remember who was involved in those experiments. The least I could do was let Ameile know who exactly did this to her."

"You know, your name did come up in the vast amount of Sombra intel we picked up in Vietnam. Care to explain why you're in her databases?"

"I don't know. Maybe she's keeping track of other former Talon people? Trying to stop them from ruining her plans? I have no idea."

Jack made a mental note to himself. Siegfried's explaination was rather roundabout. Not a very direct answer. He needed to look over what showed up on this man again. See if there was anything else he missed.

"Look Ameile," Winston brought the conversation back around, "we clearly cannot condone you going out killing those who wronged you.

Ameile braced herself for whatever punishment was heading her way.

"But we think Siegfried may be on to something."

Both Ameile and Siegfried were taken aback by their sudden acceptance.

"We still have a lot to go through with these Sombra databases. Even with the computer boxes that were erased on arrival, we need to go through everything in fine detail. So anyone with leads on possible Talon splinter group activity outside from those would be appreciated. So how many of these torturers do you remember, Siegfried?"

"At least 10, that are still alive at least," Siegfried said, excited.

"Is there someone you had in mind you wanted to start off with?"

"Yeah, in Glasgow, I think."

"Splendid. You can go do your investigating whenever you find suitable supervision."

"Supervision?" Ameile asked.

"You know, making sure you go off killing anyone that doesn't need to die." Jack said. "Keeping you on a leash. We'll at least allow to pick one person you want to go with you, cause we can really only spare one right now."

Ameile immediately knew who she wanted with her.


Soundtrack:

Nocturne – Rush

My Body is a Cage – Arcade Fire