Orpheus walked from that forest all the way back to the Overwatch base at Watchpoint Gibraltar. As he approached the base, he uncloaked himself and immediately turrets were pointed at him and a white haired old man with a long scar on his face had an assault rifle in Orpheus' face.
"You're not getting anything today, Talon wretch." He said.
"Easy there, I'm not here to do anything to anyone. As a matter of fact I'd like to help you." Orpheus said with his hands up.
"How can I trust you?" The old man said.
"Because that's Kenneth, Jack!" Angela said, appearing suddenly.
"What? How?" Jack said lowering his weapon.
"Well to be truthful, I'm not exactly Kenny. But for lack of a better term at the moment, I'd suppose I am." Orpheus said, "Now. I'd like to tell you all, Talon has learned your location from satellite information. They are gathering an army. I was gonna try to play both sides but, they started turning their operatives into animals. As far as I know, most of their army have practically gone feral. Reaper, Sombra, and Moira are all three still normal." He finished.
"That is quite unsettling to say the least. Jack we must gather everyone and inform them." Angela said.
The three gathered everyone at the planning room. Overwatch currently consisted of, Angela Ziegler, Jack Morrison, Jesse McCree, Genji Shimada, Winston, Lena Oxton, and Reinhardt Wilhelm. All other past member were either dead, joined Talon, or refused to re-join. Plus they had the pockets of rebels who joined up with Overwatch.
Now Overwatch had Orpheus on their side. Someone who knew the tactics of Talon and their operatives. Orpheus would put his skill to great use later.
They would obviously have to employ guerrilla warfare tactics. Orpheus knew that and kept it no secret. They would have to dig in and wait, like a snake in the grass. Striking when the time is prefect.
Jack and Orpheus concocted a plan with the others to lie in wait at certain positions across the Watchpoint and all strike at once, everyone aiming for a group.
Everyone at the Watchpoint began preparing for the coming siege.
Widowmaker awoke in an all to familiar place. On top of a lab table. Lights shining in her eyes and her appendages bound to the table. She saw a doctor walk up with a needle. She immediately went numb everywhere as it was pulled from her neck. The other doctors walked up with a cart loaded with cybernetic components.
She looked down and noticed she was also naked to make things worse. As she noticed this, a doctor walked up with a scalpel and started slicing into the sinew of her left forearm. She tried to scream but found that she could not. Her throat was numb. In fact she realized her whole body was numb. After all the muscle was cut, they sliced the rest of the arm off with a laser. She bled very little.
They brought up a cybernetic arm and began attaching it into her severed stub of an arm. It connected into her bicep muscle and her lower arm. Momentarily she had feeling in it, but once she started to move it, they pressed a button on a control pad, the cybernetic arm ceased all movement and was functionless.
Next they moved up to her head. Widowmaker still had all her hair but, the doctor said something about her eye. Then he turned with an odd tool and stuck it under her right eye, into its socket. She heard a small snip and then her right eye went dark. She saw the doctor put it on a cart with her arm. They replaced her eye with an advanced optical targeting system that rivaled the system that was incorporated into Orpheus' bio-mask.
By the end, Widowmaker had her left arm, her right eye, her spine, and both of her legs from the knee down, all replaced with cybernetic parts. The eye was an aim-bot that combined technology from Soldier: 76 and Orpheus. Her arm fired her venom mines and has a single extendable blade that is modeled after Orpheus' kris blade. But is much shorter and less employable in most situations.
Talon had fully turned Widowmaker into a living weapon. She had become a cyborg. One of the things she feared. Not anymore, Talon had went back into her brain and removed all semblance of humanity. What was left of her was gone now.
On top of turning their best operative into even more of a monster, they done the same thing to the foot soldiers. Each became a cyborg, tougher and harder to kill now. Talon was certain that this would put an end to the Overwatch and their allied rebels.
The Overwatch team was setting up traps for the Talon foot soldiers. These traps were not limited to, poisoned spike floor traps, tripwire explosives, a minefield of plasma mines, and turrets designed by Winston and Torbjörn. However they were completely unprepared for what was to come. Once the traps were set up, the people on the outside got into position.
Orpheus, Soldier: 76, McCree, and Genji would be outside, taking the fight to Talon with the rebels. Tracer would join them once the Talon soldiers were drawn to Orpheus causing a distraction. Everyone else would remain inside Winston's laboratory and defend it from there. Mercy would periodically come and make sure the attacker's weren't too badly injured.
Orpheus asked for a separate room from everyone, considering his background, he figured that everyone would want to stay away from him. Everyone but one certain person.
Orpheus lie in his bed staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. His quarters now were nowhere near the mansion in a room that Talon provided. All that was in this room was a bed, and a small bathroom separated by a door, and a microwave on a table. He was almost asleep when he heard a knock on his door.
At first Orpheus was just going to pretend he was asleep. But his curiosity got the better of him.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"It's me... Angela." The door said.
"Come in." Orpheus nearly hesitated.
He look up from his bed at Angela. She had on a pink loose shirt and you could see her bra straps on her shoulders. Her hair was completely down and quite honestly looked better like that to Orpheus. She had on loose grey jogging pants and white slippers. Orpheus still wore his Talon attire. Even though he didn't affiliate himself with them, he loved the armor.
"Good evening...Orpheus. How are you?" She hesitated on his name. Orpheus knew why too.
He didn't say anything and he raised up in his bed and motioned for Angela to sit beside him. She walked over and gently sat beside him, she could smell congealed blood on him. Orpheus looked over to her.
"Listen, I'm not Kenny. I know that I technically am, but, Kenny is gone from my mind. I can't be him. He's gone." Orpheus bluntly said.
"I know..." Angela looked at him with tear filled eyes. She slumped into him and started crying. She couldn't hold it in anymore.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Orpheus could only say, he couldn't cry, his emotions were gone.
"It's not your fault." she said.
"I can't be a good person. I was meant to kill. I can't love. I can't feel. I can't be human." Orpheus said.
Angela's blue eyes stared into his venomous ones for a minute.
"Please go, Angela. I can't hate if I'm alone. It's better for you, and me. I can hurt you, and not on my own accord. It's not exactly like I've got any redeeming values. I'm a fucking killer and I can't change it." Orpheus said.
"Have you ever seen a devil with a halo?" Angela asked.
"What?" Orpheus said.
"I'm looking at one." Angela said.
"How do you get that?" Orpheus asked.
"Ever seen an angel with some horns?" Angela continued, ignoring the question.
She took his hand in hers and looked him in the eyes.
"Everyone has there own demons. And everybody's fighting their own wars." Angela said.
"I can't be an angel, I can be real fucked up, I miss you and I give you real tough love. But for what it's worth. I'm sorry Angela. For everything." Orpheus said.
She got up with a smile on her face. She kissed him and mumbled, "There's Kenny" in his ear. She left him then.
Orpheus felt a tinge if minor pain in the left side of his chest.
Is this love?
