"Do you think the U.N will take our findings to heart?" Ana asked. "Ever since the war ended the U.N. seem to drag their feet when it comes to any of our reports or leads."

"This time may be different. There have already been multiple public covering resulting from this weapon." Jack said. "If we know one thing, it's that they react faster when the public knows something is up."

Jack and Ana along with Angela were making their way back to the lab where they were keeping their guest for the time being after explaining to the U.N. what they had discovered from Angela's examination. Though unsure of how long it will take before they make their next move, the three decided it was better to decipher more information from the subject.

Lena was still keeping Starkiller company as they talked more about their past, at least what Starkiller could remember from his past. "I still don't know why you are even considering listening to me." Starkiller said looking down at his hands as he was sitting over the edge of the exam table.

"Angela always said I see the good in people, that I may do that to a fault as well. But I always think that no matter what happened to someone, there is always room for a change of heart." Lena said proudly looking out of the window.

"She's right you know." Starkiller said. Lena turned and looked at him making her brow furrow with frustration. "If you were at that facility and you tried to think like that while being held captive, you would have been killed."

"That's different though."

"How so?"

"Life isn't normal with Talon, they treat people like tools. If they run their course, they dispose of them and get another one." She replied.

"Get another one." Starkiller repeated under his breath holding his head up with his hand. "Still none the less, the world isn't all sunshine and all that jazz. People tend to see what you've done and have already made their judgement based on it."

"I don't do that."

"Your naive then."

"Am I? I think it makes me considerate."

"These days extending a hand to a stranger will only get it lopped off. It's better to assume the worst will happen." Lena didn't respond to that, as she knew his view was a very crude one compared to hers, but it wasn't unjustified. Lena let out a little sigh before scratching at her uniform.

"bollocks this formal wear is unbearable, mind if I change out of these?" Lena asked.

"I guess, I don't think you really need to ask me to do so."

"Well I mean I have to leave the room real quick so I guess what I'm saying is don't go while I'm gone." She said with a little smirk and wink. She blinked into the other room and just as quickly as she was gone she came back wearing a white tank top that cut off just below her torso showing her tight abs and black shorts showing plenty of her smooth legs. The outfit left nothing to the imagination. "Ah much better. I absolutely despise wearing the formal rubbish."

"Clearly." Starkiller added. He tried not to look at her too much but clearly was struggling to control his wandering eye. It was almost impossible though, she sat so innocently in her chair completely unaware of looks she was drawing from Starkiller. "You aren't quite like your typical girls these days are you?" He said.

"What's that suppose to mean?" She asked.

"Not very worried about showing a lot of skin are you?" He said as he caught himself once again looking at her long legs as she was slumped back in her chair.

Lena rolled her eyes as she was smiling at the remark. "I guess you could say I always had a tom-boyish attitude. Never really got all that into the girly stuff, loved playing sports and all that." Starkiller scuffed a little appreciating her honesty.

"I'm sure your parents were proud of the fact you didn't hide from who you were." He added.

"I wouldn't know, my parents died in the Omnic war when it first started. I grew up in an orphanage. Bounced around houses a lot, was kind of the troublesome type no one had the patience for." Lena said playing with her hair.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know."

Lena looked back at him and smiled a little, "No worries love, you couldn't have." She still played with her hair, clearly on edge about something but Starkiller didn't want to ask or push the envelope any further. She was the first person he could ever recall to treat him like a person.

Starkiller let out a big sigh. "What's going to happen to me?" He asked her. His tone turned much more soft and timid. There was some genuine fear in his voice.

"If I'm being completely honest, I don't know at all. The fact that you are here and not being taken to the authorities in London would make one think there is something more going on."

"Something more as in?" He asked.

"Don't know, they don't really tell me things like this unless I'm involved in the mission. Commander says I've got a big yap that blabbers too much. You believe that?" She replied back.

"Hardly." He said trying to hold back his smile. Just as the room was falling silent, the door opened as Jack, Ana, and Angela let themselves in.

"Lena what is he doing out of his restraints." Angela asked looking at the man sitting up in the bad.

"He looked uncomfortable and was in a bit of pain." Lena replied gaining the disapproving look from all 3.

"He could have killed you and escaped." Ana said.

"With all due respect, I have no intention on escaping." Starkiller spoke up gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

"That a fact?" Morrison asked. Though his tone seemed not as aggressive as Starkiller thought it would be, which was odd. He was cautious, outside of Lena, he didn't trust a soul. Though the fact that Overwatch nursed him back from his injuries was a good start.

"It would seem Talon has no need for me anymore, which is why Reaper and Doomfist were attempting to kill me before your friend here intervened." Starkiller said motioning over towards Lena. She simply smiled and waved her goofy little look sitting in the chair. "I'd be dead if it weren't for her."

"Just returning the favor love." She said with a slight giggle and wink.

Morrison put his hand up to stop the banter from Lena. Though this man was blunt, he did seem to command a lot of respect from others Starkiller noticed. "Who are you?" Morrison asked.

"If you're asking for a name, I'm afraid I can't answer that for you. The only name Talon gave me was Starkiller." The answer caused Morrison to look back at the other two who shrugged their shoulders.

Starkiller looked down at the ground. "I'm by no means trying to justify my actions, but please understand I had no choice in the matters. I didn't want to kill them, but Talon took the choice away from me." Morrison looked back again at the other two who didn't have any reaction to what he just said "I'll cooperate with anything you guys ask me to do." Before Starkiller could say anymore Morrison once again put his hand up stopping him from rambling anymore.

"This isn't our first rodeo with Talon son, we know what they are capable of." Morrison motioned Angela to come over for another examination now that he was awake and lucid. "What can you tell me about Talon? What are they planning? Where were you kept? How many others are like you?"

Starkiller went wide eyed from all the questions taken a little off guard and was visibly flustered from processing everything. Angela took a seat on the bed next to him and placed a gentle hand on his back.

"Breathe. Relax, now one at a time, do you know what Talon is planning?" Starkiller shook his head. "Ok ok. Do you know where you were being kept." Again Starkiller shook his head no.

"Ok well what do you know?" Morrison asked. He was a bit more assertive with his tone.

"Whatever test, or experiment, or whatever you want to call me, I'm the only survivor. All the others died throughout the process." He said folding his hands and resting his elbows on his knees.

"And you don't recall your name or who you were correct?" Angela asked. Starkiller nodded.

"Wait didn't Clayborne say there were missing people reports that might have been linked with Talon?" Lena popped up and said. "Couldn't you look through them and see if we can find his picture and boom, we know who you are"

"Thats a good idea Lena." Angela said as she went to her computer to pull up the files up. As she started to type away Ana walked up observing the I.V. still in his arm.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

Starkiller shrugged his shoulders. "As well as I can be I guess." Ana observed the drip and looked at the bag seeing it was still full of the sedative.

"Apparently your body quickly develops a tolerance to drugs, likely how you survived all the toxins Talon pumped into you." She said. Then she took notice of the tattoo on his arm, but didn't say anything. Starkiller noticed her glaring at his arm. She seems to be the observant type. Seems it would go hand in hand seeing her sniper rifle slung around her back. They always are good at being silent observers.

"This is odd." Angela said still scrolling through the pages on her computer.

"What is it?" Morrison asked.

"I've gone through all the pictures with the reports, but none of them appear to be our guest here." Angela looked up at Starkiller still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Would you mind coming over here to see if you recognize any of the people here." Starkiller nodded as he tried to get up, struggling a bit from his wounds. Lena offered her shoulder to lean on as he limped over with her help to the desk. He studied every one of the pictures there and started to nod his head slowly.

"Yea, they were there with me. Some I don't recognize too well. Memory is still a little fuzzy, but most of them look familiar." Lena helped him back to the bed as he sat down giving a little gesture with his head thanking her.

"Is there any possible way Talon abducted people elsewhere in the world?" Lena asked.

"Not likely." Ana responded. "See look, all of them were living in the south west part of the United States. Their testing was likely well funded, but they wouldn't want to waste too much money in transporting them too far."

"Which means their facility must be somewhere in that area." Morrison concluded.

"Precisely."

"We still need to take this one step at a time, and likely exercise caution to the extreme." Morrison said turning his attention back towards Starkiller. "While I know you said you have no intentions of escaping, we can't take any chances of Talon putting some kind of fail safe device in you."

"You mean like a bomb?" Lena asked.

"A bomb, or some kind of kill command that they can activate remotely." Morrison motioned for McCree to come in while bringing out a pair of handcuffs and put them around Starkiller's wrists. "We are going to keep you in our detention wing while Angela can run more exams on you."

"Jack this isn't necessary!" Lena yelled at him.

"No he's right." Lena looked at Starkiller. "If what you say is true about Talon, then this is necessary." Lena looked away frustrated. "For your sake." That caught her attention again.

McCree helped him up and started walking him out of the office. Lena was left watching him go as the door closed behind him, but just before the door closed all the way, she caught him looking back at her with sorrowful eyes.

"We can't trust him. He needs to be under surveillance at all times." Morrison said as he started to exit the lab as well.

"What why? What has he done to show we can't trust him?" Lena asked

"Need I remind you he's killed one of our own. He almost killed you as well." Morrison shot back at her. "We still don't know his angle, if he has one. Nor do we know what Talon plans on doing next if they are somehow able to track him down. We can't take any chances." Morrison said as he left the lab.

"If it's any consolation, besides the biotic amplifiers in his body, there was no other foreign objects detected in the scan." Angela said.

"That rules out any tracking devices." Ana said. She didn't have much knowledge in medicine at all, but she did know that the sedative he was on shouldn't have worn off that quickly. "What do you think of his tolerance of drugs." She asked Angela.

"He has a high tolerance of toxins, no thanks to Talon of course." She responded.

"No..no he said Talon never used any sedatives when going through the procedures and operations." Lena interjected.

"Talon did more to him than just implant amplifiers in him. Jack is right, we need to be careful around him." Ana said before exiting the lab as well.

Both Lena and Angela sighed before studying the reports trying to figure out some sort of link they were missing.


"You look like you've had it rough kid." McCree said as the two walked through the base.

"Yea, that's one way of putting it." Starkiller responded.

The two walked silently as the eyes of the other Overwatch agents studied the stranger walking through the halls. Some started to talk among themselves which could be heard at some points.

"That's the lab rat from Talon."

"He was the one who killed Liao wasn't he?"

"We should just put him down."

Starkiller was keeping his eyes locked to the ground as he and McCree turned the corner and entered the elevater to take them down to the detention level.

"Folks like to talk here. You've been the talk of the town since they brought you back from King's Row." McCree said leaning back against the railing folding his arms.

"So it seems." His gaze still never broke from the floor, too ashamed of looking up at anyone. McCree took the cuffs off his wrists to his surprise.

"For the record I hope they find out who you were. Shame not knowing where you come from."

"The Brit seems to be on the same train of thought as you."

"Oxton? Heh, always had a soft spot for the broken." Starkiller looked at him funny after that remark.

"Don't take it to heart. Only meant shes the kind that will help up anyone, even if that hand just smacked her." The elevator doors opened revealing several cell doors, but the rooms were still miles away better than what he ever had at Talon. McCree opened the door letting Starkiller enter. After locking the cell door behinf him, McCree pulled up a chair at the end of the hall and leaned it back against the wall and kicked his feet up on the desk in front of him, as he started to pick the strings of his guitar he had sitting by.

"They always have you on guard down here?"

"Mostly. Never much cared for all the political red tape bull shit they go through up there. I just go where the wind takes me. Or where Morrison directs me." He replied still plucking the stings in a harmonic tune.

"What's your story?" The question made McCree stop playing as he looked up at Starkiller standing in the cell. "You seem different from everyone else here?"

"You got an eye on you kid, what gave it away?"

"Your posture." McCree got up from his chair and walked over to the cell door. "Everyone has a very professional stiff posture, maybe except the Brit. You seem a little more relaxed."

"Hm relaxed." McCree scoffed. "You couldn't be farther from the truth son."

"So what is it?"

McCree took a deep breath and was looking Starkiller in his eyes. "A tale for another moon son." McCree returned back to his chair and picked up his guitar again lighting a cigar and taking a big puff from it. He tipped his hat forward hiding his face from Starkiller. "Let's just say you wouldn't be the first one who got a second chance here." McCree started playing a few chords in a very soothing manner as Starkiller started to take in his room.

He had a small window to look out of. It didn't have much of a view, but it did show a pleasant view of the ocean outside. He had never seen the Ocean so calm before, he was mesmerized by it, hypnotized by the steady flow of the tide. He decided to try and get comfy in the bed. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep in, well, ever. At least a sleep that wasn't induced by some sort of drugs. He dosed off fairly quick falling into a sound sleep.

Nothing could wake him up, until he heard something too familiar. The sound of water dripping. His eyes shot opened. The room was dimly lit from the moonlight shining through the window. Starkiller started to panic a little, breathing heavy thinking he was back at the Talon facility. He sat up in bed looking around trying to gather his bearings sweating profusely from be woken up so suddenly.

"You ok?" That voice immediately calmed him down. That soothing voice that welcomed him into a calm state of mind. He looked out of his cell and saw Lena sitting where McCree was before. He started to get his breathing under control before finally letting a soft response.

"Why are you down here?"

"Commander wants someone to keep an eye on you, and Jesse had been down here all afternoon so I gave him a little break." She said back. He couldn't see her face but he could tell she was still wearing that small little smirk.

"How long have you been sitting there?"

She got up and approached the cell door. Her face glowed in the moonlight as she leaned against the bars. "Don't know, kinda lost track of time myself." She chuckled slightly. He got up out of bed and came face to face with her, only the cell bars between them.

"Thank you. For everything you've done for me." He said to her.

"You don't have to thank me."

"I do. You could have killed me for what I've done." He turned away from her, "You should have killed me for what I've done." He felt her hand on his shoulder. She was trying her best to comfort him as he obviously in some sort of mental turmoil.

"You had no choice. You can't blame yourself. We've already been over this." He felt her touch go away before he heard the lock on the door click. He turned around and saw her open the door standing in the door way. "Despite everything that has happened here, I want you to know you can trust me. You can trust us." She walked up to him coming slowly, Starkiller not exactly knowing what to expect. Then she embraced him pulling him tight against her body and wrapping her arms around him. His arms were still at his sides, as he wasn't sure what to do.

"As long as you're here, I won't let anything happen to you." She whispered in his ear. His arms then rose and wrapped loosely around her, finally starting to embrace her as he whispered back into her ear after holding tightly onto her.

"Thank you."


Maximilian entered the lab where Moira was hard at work

"How goes the progress?" Maximilian asked entering the lab.

Moira dropped her notepad to go type away at her computer making sure the monitoring system for the test tube was on schedule and fully functional.

"Excellent. Test subject S-14 has been constructed and the accelerated growth has been initiated. It should be fully grown within two weeks. After which we will begin DNA splicing and integrating the biotic amps into it's system."

"This one better be more obedient than the last, it was the most progress we had made without the subject molecular structure becoming unstable."

"I believe we isolated the problem with S-13 and have rectified it with the proper mental conditioning with this one. It won't be a reoccurring issue." She replied.

"For your sake, I hope you are right." The omnic started to exit the lab. "Your research has been supported for quite a while now, we need to start seeing consistent results."

Moira clenched her fists out of frustration. Maximilian had this way of talking to you like you were his equal, but at the same time making you feel inferior. The omnic was practically untouchable in Talon, for it was his funds that supported most, if not, all of Talon's activities.

"He's right you know." Reaper said creeping out of his corner. "We are spending an awful lot of time playing doctor here. What is the point of all of this anyway? If you want someone dead just send me for the deed."

"You were only a prototype to what I am capable of making. And you were also already dead when we brought you back." She tapped on his mask. "You of all people should know why you would never work." Moira turned back to her test tube observing the organism in it. "Talon will have its shining moment. And when they do, I'll be recognized as most ambitious and brilliant scientist in the world. People will rival me with God with my knowledge and scientific prowess."

Reaper folded his arms not amused by her basking in herself. "One step at a time genius. Make something that won't break this time."

Sombra entered the lab shortly after almost running in. "Moira we have a problem."

"I'm busy at the moment." She responded keeping her focus on her work.

"It's about S-13."

She paused immediately. This caused Reaper to unfold his arms and creep over towards the hacker. "What about him, Akande and I took care of him. I blasted the little bastard away."

"Apparently not well enough amigo, Overwatch has him."

"How could they possibly have him, nobody could have survived a shotgun blast point blank."

Moira turned her attention to the hacker and Reaper finally breaking away from her project. "What do you know."

Sombra typed away at her holopad and pulled up the video call that Overwatch made to the U.N. Moira started rubbing her forehead in frustration. "Who else knows about this?"

Sombra pulled up the messages she had exchanged with the double agent stationed in the U.N. "I intercepted his messages, nobody knows but us and him."

Moira let out a sigh of relief, "Good." She turned her attention to Reaper. "You need to take care of the informant at the U.N., make it look like an accident so the council won't suspect anything."

"I don't take orders from you." Reaper scowled back at her.

"You're going to start now, this is on you why he isn't dead. I won't take the fall for your short comings." She hissed back at him. Reaper let out a low growl as he dissipated from the room. "You need to infiltrate the base in Gibraltar and finish the job. If I know Angela, it won't take her long to figure out how he works." She said to Sombra.

"If he can live through a buckshot, what can I exactly do to him?" Sombra asked.

Moira reached into her desk and pulled out a small vile containing a black thick liquid. "Inject him with this, it will make his DNA corrupt and unstable and he won't be able to maintain his body." She handed it to her and took a hold of her arm first. "He appears to be mutating as time goes on, the longer he lives, the more difficult he will be to kill."

Sombra nodded and left the lab with the vile in her pocket. Moira turned her attention back to her test tube that had her project inside.

"You will be my legacy, my greatest creation yet." She said lowering her eye level to the tube. "Do not fail me."