She woke up in a dark and cold room. Her vision was blurry, she was dazed, and confused. She could hear talking surrounding her, all of it gibberish. "You should take it easy Genji, you took a nasty hit. We will be calling you in later as well. For now, what do you remember? " a female voice spoke. "I remember entering the building and the rest… is a blur…" Genji replied. She tried to get up, but she couldn't something was holding her down. She struggled, but she could not get up, she looked down to find she was being pinned by several straps. She ached so much, she didn't want to get up but she had to. The female figure stepped in slowly and cautiously, "Listen to me carefully. I am going to let you out of these okay? I am then going to escort you to another room, do not try anything funny. We have several agents on guard that will not hesitate to use any means necessary to stop you." She had no choice but to obey, she stopped struggling and showed signs of obedience. It hurt getting up, but the pain relaxed slightly when she finally was standing. Handcuffs were placed on her and the blonde female figure escorted her to another room which was empty minus a table and two chairs. She sat down in one, viewing the mirror on the other side which was obviously a window. "So. I am just going to ask you a few questions and you will answer as truthfully as possible alright? Easy enough, let's begin." Time went on slowly as questions were asked and answered, some less detailed than others. Overwatch agents watched on the other side of the glass, ensuring everything was running smoothly and that this mercenary didn't try anything. "Alright. Thank you for your compliance. I will now escort you to our final examination, all we want is to see your abilities."
The room they entered was small, but it overlooked an extremely large one. Within the large room were several obstacles, even buildings, health packs, and pits. "What am I to do here." The mercenary said, addressing the blonde woman. "Please, call me Doctor Ziegler. We are going to test your abilities here-" "And if I refuse to cooperate?" The mercenary said coldly. Angela sighed and gently shook her head, "Please do not make this any harder than it needs to be. You're in our base. We have the upper hand. Now listen carefully, we will put you against one enemy at a time. Each of them have special life preserving vests so you won't be able to kill them, but we will be able to monitor how much damage you would be doing to them." "Why don't I get one?" "They are very difficult to make… we only have one. But I've heard of your capabilities, you'll be fine. What weapons do you use?" "Primarily knives. I can use a gun or whatever though." The mercenary scoffed and rolled her eyes. Soon enough the mercenary was released from her cuffs and placed in the training room. Angela, holding a clipboard in her arm and viewing from the room above, spoke over the intercom. "Your first opponent will enter the room in 30 seconds. You are allowed to use all possible ways and aspects within the room to defeat your opponent. Good luck." Angela looked over to Winston and nodded, he nodded and responded by proceeding to press a series of buttons. "30." A digital voice began to count. The mercenary began to think rapidly. She began by climbing up the nearest building to scout her opponents spawn point, which she found to be all the way on the other side. She ran along several of the rooftops and then proceeded to search for any available ledge for her to perch on. The climb was difficult, but she made it. "10...9" The computer voice continued. The mercenary used these final seconds to know the location of her nearest health pack, possible retreat route, and put her hood over her head. "3...2...1 Begin. Opponent: McCree." Her opponent was a middle aged man, one arm was cybernetic, and he wielded a single gun. He searched for any sign of his opponent, but found none. Confused he looked up to the viewing room to see if something was wrong and that's when he saw her. She had jumped from her ledge and was now mid-air, just about to tackle him, he had no time to react. When she landed she took advantage of her safety roll to bring down McCree and throw him at the nearest wall. He grunted but immediately started firing his peacekeeper at her. She dodged every bullet with a clever zig zagged running pattern, when she reached him he tried hitting her with his gun but she grabbed his arm with one hand and used her other to grab her knife and cut and long diagonal gash across his chest. The life preserver absorbed it, allowing her to continue her swinging the knife. With every successful hit a noise emitted from the preserver, like it was counting points. McCree eventually broke from the mercenary's hold and tried shooting a second time. She ran up the wall next to them, jumped off, and kicked him straight across the face. He fell back, and she used to opportunity to press her knife straight down into the preserver. Suddenly, a shield appeared around McCree and he was teleported out of the room. "Round One: Victory." The computer voice, returned. The mercenary looked up at the viewing room and saw Angela, Winston, and two other people in lab coats taking notes. Angela then walked over to the microphone for the intercom, "Well done. You will be teleported back to your starting location now and will face a different opponent." She was teleported back and, just as before, she was given 30 seconds to prepare. She used different tactics this time, unsure of if they were allowed to give information about how she attacked. "Round 2, begin. Opponent: Symmetra." The mercenary won again. And again. Somewhat tired, but any sign of weakness could be exactly what the enemy wanted. "Final Round, begin." She waited for the computer to announce the opponent, but it did not. She saw him run out, searching for her. Still she waited, and eventually looked up to the viewing room to see if something had happened. All of the scientists were in a circle, sharing notes. Eventually one noticed that the computer had not read the name and left to quickly click a few times on a computer mouse, and return to the circle. "Opponent…" The computer started. "Genji Shimada."