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+ Tuonra: I open a new can(s) of worms with Angela/Lena in this chapter that explains slightly on why Angela had not exactly caved to Lena's flirtations. I hope you enjoy :)

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Chapter 7: Nobody Likes a Thief

Angela glared as she massaged the restraints on her wrist. They kept zapping her slightly with an annoying shock that kept her from concentrating and it was slowly tiring her out. Because her body was unable to rest, she could not resume homeostasis and keep herself well by relying on the nano machinery running through her bloodstream. Sombra did not seem to care too much about the condition of either of her captives either as she proved by messily feeding them water and even then, the doctor frowned on how she did it. "I refuse to consume water this way. It's messy and unsanitary."

"Oh but this is how we do it in the Western Hemisphere with our dogs, chica." Sombra scolded as she kicked over the tied up former agent. Angela's face fell into the doggy dish and she sputtered on the water. "And that's what the two of you are to me. Just a pair of fucking bitches who happen to have what I want."

"Leave her alone, yeah?" Lena coughed as she had tried to drink the water out of her own dish in an attempt to placate the aggressive woman. She did not want to but she knew the baby in her stomach needed it; especially after 3 days of captivity in this insane's woman's captivity. She did not anticipate Sombra shoving her face into the dish by grabbing her spiky hair however.

"I need you well fed and watered," Sombra cooed as she began to pet the British woman. "Missing the father?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said evasively. Shite. Is this someone with a row against Gabe? "Look, I'm just trying to recover. So if you could kindly bugger off..."

Sombra grasped at the woman's cheeks with a smirk, allowing her cybernetic fingertips to dig into her flesh. "If I didn't have to take care of you, I'd cut you for being so fucking cheeky," she practically sang as she watched blood drip off of her nails. "But what's inside you is worth enough to keep you breathing. However... Mercy here, Talon doesn't need."

"But without me, due to her delicate condition, she could miscarry. Then all would be for naught," the doctor negotiated carefully. She watched the Latina's unusual eyebrows arch slightly with curiosity. "You wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of an innocent, would you?"

"It's not an innocent. It is valuable however and my employers are demanding it."

"Talon?" Lena asked weakly as she tried to lean into Sombra's grip, hopefully to lull the captor into a false sense of security.

"I forget you're not an agent. Lo siento but it happens." Sombra walked around the house appraisingly, tapping random things with her gun curiously. "I wonder if Mercy kept information on Reaper's transformation."

"Reaper?" Lena frowned. "I don't know what that is."

"That is bizarre. Seeing as you're carrying his child."

She frowned and looked at Angela. The doctor had paled even more than her usual skin tone at the words. "He's... He's Reaper?" She shook her head in confusion. "What's Reaper?"

"Deadly mercenary. A definite badass. My friend," Sombra said fondly with a smile. "And a killer of the comrades who would let him die off into obscurity."

Lena felt her heart stop. Gabe? A murderer? But he's so... She thought on how often their conversations got cut off by things, his complaints about his coworkers and then the lavish presents she got sent at times. Her mouth twitched unhappily at the thought. "At least he isn't crazy like you."

Sombra snickered slightly with an amused smirk. "He'd be thankful to have you defend his reputation. But he isn't here now, is he? And besides, mentally I'm likely a bit more stable. I'm an adrenaline junkie but Gabe... He's a special brand of fucked up. So, chica. You don't seem the type to sleep with him. Not that Gabe sleeps around. Thought he'd be more careful given what he is. You do know don't you?" Sombra's eyes widened with interest as she saw Angela's slightly wary face. "Mercy didn't confide something so vital to her patient? The facts are simply astounding. Even to an uninformed runt such as yourself."

"Don't treat me like I don't know shite," Lena scowled but she merely received a laugh.

"You don't even know how you got knocked up and you dare lecture me?" Sombra chuckled with amusement. "Why did Gabe actually care about you?"

The British woman was torn between disgust and worry for the man who was apparently her offspring's father by unnatural means. "You sound very bitter," she sneered. "He turn you down and took it badly, it seems it."

"You know nothing," the hacker hissed as she raised her hand and scratched the brunette across the face. Lena yelped in shock as the woman's already agile fingers were tipped with augments for the hacker's skills that dug very deep grooves into her skin. "No one will dare look at you now. Not Gabe. Not your angel-wannabe-doctor over here. No one." Lena touched her face gingerly and winced at the cuts. She noticed Angela tried to squirm over to her but the doctor received a kick from the hacker. "I have to avoid damage to the cargo but my dearest doctor, you aren't protected," Sombra cooed as she caressed the Swiss woman with her booted foot. "Although it would be a shame to get blood on my boot. Or mess up that pretty face."

"You sicken me," Lena spat as she felt blood from her cheek get into her mouth. She wanted to gag at the coppery taste as it caused her to think back on her last major accident. Blood had come out of her mouth that time. She was certain of it. She could feel the aluminum of the fuselage practically fly around her head as the plane seemed to shatter as it collided with the building she was in. Even the closest she was hiding could not resist that much momentum being thrust upon it. It was even a miracle that she was alive yet alone able to walk. She remembered feeling wisps around her. The feeling was almost like a warm smoke. She was enveloped it in during the crash and it seemed to cushion her from death. Realization struck Lena like a white hot knife through the gut. "No..."

"Someone finally gets it," Sombra smirked. "If it helps, he didn't mean to do that. Gabe doesn't make amatuer mistakes like knocking up a woman. He is too professional and paranoid for that." She glanced at the pregnant woman cruelly. "And once your child is ripped out of you, I doubt he'll be around. He likely is even dead. Not even Gabriel Reyes can survive a severe current that the plane fell into. He can only reform and wisp around so much."

"Did you... Did you try to kill him?" Angela asked weakly.

"My plans always go accordingly," Sombra purred. "Now we just need the labor to happen. So, where's the drugs, doc? Gotta induce it like now."

The doctor coughed in surprise. "You intend to induce her labor in such an environment, with her in that condition? I absolutely refuse."

Sombra chuckled. "I'll just search engine this shit then. Got no time for that. Rapidamente!" She trotted away from the two women and seated herself on a couch. Her fingers tapped the air, causing a transparent screen to appear. "Don't move, ladies. It's not like you'll bleed out," she laughed as she began scanning the screen. "I wonder if the kid will look like you or Gabe. It'd be nice if it was like him. I'll miss that pendejo."

Meanwhile, the mercenary shivered under his jacket as he placed the flowers on the grave. Doing so discreetly was difficult, especially since he chose to do an unmarked one in the park, but he felt he owed his former friend's wife the courtesy. "I'll miss your cold attitude," he admitted to the air as he lit a cigarette. The slight heat made him focus harder on the mound. She would have laughed if I told her she would die in such an unsightly, boring manner. Just because I had little to fear doesn't mean she should have been involved. What is going on? He crushed the cigarette in his hand with distaste as he walked away. "For what it was worth, we worked well together. I'll find whoever caused this." He reached for his phone and sighed. "Battery got fried in the crash. Must not have gone into Wraith fast enough. I should check up on Lena."

He made his way into the familiar neighborhood and was about to knock on the apartment when he frowned. The doctor's car was in the driveway still but the lights were out. It was unusual for either woman to be asleep or napping around this time. He glanced towards the garden, looking for what he and Mercy agreed would be the way to make sure everything was okay. Glancing into the dirt, he frowned on not seeing the Blackwatch symbol he specifically gave the doctor for this very purpose. Fuck. What could have happened? Wraithing, he climbed the apartment and entered through a higher window. He easily slipped in the window which was not even locked. Angela knows better. What the fuck?

He barely stepped in when he saw everything on Mercy's computer open. Every file seemed to be flying by and he glanced at the computer. He paled quickly seemed a purple humming device sticking out from the drive. He swiftly opened the door and cursed when he felt a shock travel through his body. "I thought I heard something. Welcome to the fiesta, Gabe," Sombra chuckled as she ended the electric surge.

The mercenary scowled as he collected himself quickly. "Sombra. What are you doing here? This is one of my safe houses," he played off, hoping she would drop it.

"Angela Ziegler is on the registry," the hacker smirked widely. "Unusual how you were all about killing her a few months ago then you visit England multiple times. Many purchases that make no sense for a hardened veteran of war to make. You leave a paper trail too, Gabe. One that I had no problem following."

"One day, you'll be too fucking nosy and you'll end up dead." Her laugh interrupted his words. "What's so funny?"

"I'm not scared of you or Talon. I'm always two steps ahead." She flipped through a phone in her hands and smirked. "Bring the kid. Or else."

Reaper stared at the phone blankly with confusion. That's Lena's... What is in there that could... Fuck. "Or else..."

"Like you aren't the only one she's texting," Sombra giggled. "This Emily person has been inquiring a lot about your baby momma. I wonder what she means to her." Winking at Reaper, she approached him and tapped his mask where his nose would be. "Boop!" She disappeared in a lightshow, causing him to scowl.

Reaper tore out of the room and headed to the living room. He cursed as he saw Angela bleeding profusely. "Angela," he roared ran to her, removing his mask as to not startle her. She coughed slightly but sat up to help as he quickly cut her bonds off.

"It looks worse than it is," she ground out slightly, referring to the blood. "Lena... Is she?"

"Cheers, love." He followed the groan and carefully untied the pregnant woman. "Shite. Angela. Gabe..." She glanced at the mercenary and bit her lip. "I was scared you were dead."

He halfway expected a hug and was slightly confused when she did not. He dismissed it however, thinking on how Sombra could have traumatized her. "What matters is that you're safe. I feel bad for whoever this Emily person is." He was about to examine the injury on Lena's face when she jerked back suddenly.

"Emily! That bint took my phone! No!" She tried to stand up suddenly and stumbled. "Gabe, you need to save her."

"Why?" he said harshly as he handed Angela a washcloth to begin cleaning up the British woman. "You're the injured one I'm worried about. Why do I care...?"

"Because I care about her! She has been checking in with me since she found out and..." Lena bit her lip slightly. "It's just... Look, she's really important to me."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Only because Sombra's involved. But I'm not leaving until Mercy cleans you."

"Yay!" Lena hugged Gabriel and he rolled his eyes and allowed her.

"I need to speak with Gabriel for a moment," Angela broke in bluntly as she practically dragged the mercenary out to Lena's confusion. She pulled him to her office and closed the door before turning to him swiftly. "Please. Don't let her get hurt. She's important to Lena and..."

"Who is she to her?" he cut in.

"Her ex," Mercy finished quietly.

He smirked darkly. "That's why you want the private conversation. You decide then, Angela. Do you want me to save the woman that Lena still has feelings for? Or should I conveniently find her dead?"

The doctor glanced away and frowned as her arms crossed. "No one should suffer, Gabriel. And I am not a monster to desire the death of another. Go. Rescue Miss Emily. I'll take care of Miss Oxton."

"But you want her to, don't you? When it comes to being selfish, you are certainly a prime example. You wanted to control life. So you stopped me from dying when I was ready. You used your nanomachines to heal Lena and unintentionally solidified my genetics bonding with her own. Instead of removing the unintentional pregnancy without her knowledge, you left it there. Admit it. You were curious. Morbidly so but it's okay in the name of science and medicine, isn't it?"

"Whatever results may happen, they can be great," Angela snarled, anger twisting her normally serene countenance. "This may give us a way to allow those unable to have children a way to. Or stronger, smarter humans. A new evolution for mankind. We're already so reliant on machinery. What's wrong with some in our bloodstream? Maybe the child might have something of their own? No matter what happens however, I will not treat her like a patient. She is special to me," the doctor said strongly. "Lena isn't just a test subject."

"Well, isn't she special?" he snarled viciously. "Using whatever feelings she's developing for you in the name of a greater future isn't exactly angelic, is it?"

"I'm not using her!"

"Then, what is this?" Reaper tugged the doctor over to her computer and pointed at the open program that Sombra had torn through. "You have a lot of explaining to do and you best start with the woman downstairs. Even I wouldn't hide something of this magnitude from her and I'm a psychopath," he said harshly. He turned to open the window. "I'll be back after I find this Emily person. And Lena better be aware of what you're doing."

As the mercenary Shadow Stepped out of the room, Angela slumped into her chair as she stared at the computer with despair. The program was displaying the vitals for Lena Oxton on the screen and showing the slightly elevated heart rate for the British woman. She closed the program and sighed as she deleted the folder named Project Tracer.