Epilogue

(Day 6954)

"Reaper, your work in Egypt was sloppy." The Talon mercenary grunted as he passed by his commanding officer. "I expect to get an intelligible answer when I am speaking with you."

"Sorry, sir. I just got filled with rage when I saw that BITCH Angela's little girlfriend." The officer laughed.

"That's good. Use that rage. You'll need it in the coming war." He slicked back his black hair as he moved down to the next room. "What's your status, Sombra?"

"You know me, if there's trouble to stir up, I'm glad to oblige."

"As you should." The Talon officer put his gloved right hand in his shirt and rubbed the scar on his stomach. Lucky shot, kid. He moved down to the next door. "Who are you?"

"I am Widowmaker," the purple assassin answered, "The perfect assassin." A wicked smile covered the Talon leader's face.

"Who do you hate?"

"Overwatch. Lena Oxton especially. She made me kill Gerard."

"Who do you serve?"

"I serve Talon. They shall bring peace to the world." A hard slap to the face shut Widowmaker's mouth.

"I didn't ask what organization you served. I asked you 'who do you serve?'"

"I serve you, Dark Flint Silver." A pitch-black aura surrounded the veteran Talon leader. His eyes glowed purple with dark energy flowing through his veins.

"Yes," Flint chuckled, "Yes, you do." Flint left Widowmaker's reprogramming room. "I've been here for almost twenty odd years, but I'll still return to my world. Until then, chaos is going to reign as long as my organization stands. Both worlds shall fear the name Dark Flint Silver!"