The tension between the public and Overwatch had risen over time, as did the tension between Overwatch and Blackwatch. More evidence of its controversial actions came to light, and it became increasingly difficult to sidestep around them. Reyes and Morrison stood their ground and were at each other's throats almost constantly, their friendship souring into a bitter rivalry. The lines in the sand were being drawn between Blackwatch and the rest of Overwatch, either for or against. Very few could remain neutral in this conflict. The new recruit and former outlaw Jesse McCree had gone AWOL to escape the conflict, with no trace of him to be found.

Many tried to reach out to Reyes in an attempt to reason with them, but he drew ever inward, sending them away. His dissatisfaction with Overwatch's lack of progress and the lack of appreciation for Blackwatch's part in the fight against Talon had put up walls between nearly everyone. It would all culminate in a civil war at Overwatch's Switzerland headquarters. Reyes led Blackwatch in a revolt against Morrison and his Overwatch loyalists. Many either died or were left forever changed by the battle, physically, mentally, or both.

Reyes became conscious of the world around him, sensing dull sounds and the faint air around him. As his eyes slid open, he felt disoriented, the memories of the battle flooding back. He and Morrison had cornered each other in the power plant. In hindsight, a poor place to pick for a standoff, but both were too consumed with anger to think straight. A stray gunshot had damaged the reactor and triggered an explosion that leveled the HQ into burning rubble. And here Reyes resided, on his stomach surrounded by fire and shrapnel. Battered, beaten, but alive. And if he was alive, then so was Morrison.

Reyes struggled to make focus of the area, his left eye damaged. The right half of his face had a searing white mark through it, a severe burn. An ear was missing, the world muffled to him. His ribs ached with great intensity, many of them broken. Gritting his teeth, he pushed up from the ground and attempted to rise from his feet. But he fell onto his stomach, unable to stand. The eviscerated soldier looked down to his legs and found half of them missing. His legs were severed at the knee, the bone sticking out and coated in a dark red and brown mix of muddy blood. He inhaled sharply, hissing through his teeth. The pain and heat, no matter how intense, would not deter him. Digging his fingers into the dirt, he dragged himself through the ruins. Determined to find Jack Morrison and end it. He knew he was alive somewhere. The sound of a jet engine roaring drew his attention. The craft was lifting off, the hatch closing. It turned away from the base and rushed out to sea.

"Jack!" Reyes yelled, holding his arm out to the plane as it faded on the horizon. His gut told him he was on that plane. His best friend – former best friend – had left him behind to die. "JAAAAAACK!" His shouts echoed over the broken landscape but nary a reply to be found. The dying man collapsed into the dirt, his good eye staring out into the clouds of dust that hung over the ruins. His body was failing, but he would not die here. Not before he killed Jack.

"There he is!" a voice cried out. Reyes weakly turned to see several armed guards in black riot gear approaching him, accompanied by the doctor who had convinced him to join Blackwatch. As the years had gone by, his hair had shorted to below his ears, and his beard was coming in stronger.

"You're alive," the doctor said in astonishment. "I'll be damned." He knelt down in the dirt beside him. "Any other man would be dead. I knew there was something about you."

"What are you doing here?" Reyes asked weakly, his voice still a throaty growl.

"We came to scavenge the ruins," the doctor said. "We wanted to find tech that hadn't been obliterated. Instead, we found you. Didn't think you would've survived. I gotta say, you and Morrison really made a mess."

"Jack," Reyes growled. "He's alive. I can feel it."

"Likely," the doctor said, rubbing his chin. "You survived, and you were both trained in the same super soldier program. Wouldn't be too big a stretch."

"I'm dying," Reyes rasped, his voice growing faint. "I can't die. Not before I kill Jack. For what he did to me. For leaving me behind."

"You won't die. We're bringing you in, Reyes. We're going to save you. Remake you." The doctor's voice faded, and Reyes fell unconscious. "Get me a stretcher! We're getting him out of here."

"Yessir!" A guard sprinted back to the recovery vehicle. The rest stood around the doctor as he stared down at the body of Gabriel Reyes.

"We found our number two," he whispered with a grin.

"This is insanity!" The doctor rolled his eyes at the suit, just now having been debriefed on their plan. Gabriel Reyes had been recovered by Talon forces an hour ago and was now strapped to an operating table inside a sealed laboratory. A breathing mask was hooked to his face, the gas he inhaled keeping him unconscious for the procedure. "This is all his fault in the first place!"

"A minor setback," the doctor said dismissively.

"Minor? He destroyed an entire base! Overwatch is being dissolved as we speak!" The doctor had not anticipated the rivalry between Reyes and Morrison to escalate to this level. Their plan would now have to be greatly modified. His superiors wanted him to execute Reyes, but the doctor had a better idea.

"The heroes will still be out there," the doctor said. "As long as they live, Overwatch lives. And now they'll go into hiding or retire. Fade away from the public interest. We have to wipe the slate clean completely."

"I still don't see why we don't just cut out the middle man and let Talon loose," the suit said.

"You don't think somebody hasn't thought the same thing? Our mutual benefactors aren't the only ones in charge, you know."

"Should we be on the lookout for a civil war of our own?"

"Certainly not. Let them play their game. If it works, which it won't, then we win. If their plan brings Overwatch back into commission, then we're still set. This game is rigged from all angles."

"So what angle is he?" The suit pointed to the body of Reyes. "Why him?"

"You have to ask? Look at him. He's been wrapped up in a bow for us. An opportunity for experimentation doesn't come like this every day, you know."

"He's not much use to us in this state," the suit said. Reyes' body had been stripped of what remained of his clothes and was now being cleaned by the crew. The bleeding had been halted in his legs, and heavy surgical supplies were being rolled in. "Plan on slapping some cybernetics on him and making him like Widowmaker?"

"Oh, no no no," the doctor said, wagging a finger. "Cybernetics is the industry standard. We don't go for standard here."

"We're scientists, not salesman," the suit replied flatly.

"I'm a scientist. You're a-"

"I know, I know. I'm the rep. Then what do you plan to do with him?" The doctor smiled and leaned forward. Before them was a steel box, sealed tightly with an electronic lock. The doctor punched the code, and it opened with a hiss. Smoke billowed out as it was opened. A small metal disk sat inside. The doctor punched a button, and a swirling mass of red cubes floated on the platform.

"This is what I plan to do." The suit stared at it in awe.

"But the reports say that technology has never been tested on biomatter!" the suit said. "Even the Vishkar Company doesn't know how it works yet."

"Like I said: opportunity." The doctor looked up at Reyes, still unconscious on the operating table. "We'll make an agent unlike anything the world has ever seen. Not even Overwatch can do what we will have done."

"If we can even do it."

"Enough." The doctor held up a hand and lifted the box. "There is work to be done."