Tracer yawned, prepping the plane for take-off as Jessie stretched, laying down across almost 4 seats. Lucio sat down, rubbing his eyes clear of sleep as Lena strapped in some medical supplies just in case. "What do you mean, we're going to Nepal to pick up Ana?" Lena explained, entering the cockpit and starting to take off,
"Ana's been off direct comms for almost 3 months now. I have no idea what's she's been doing, but she needed emergency pickup. We got the call 10 minutes ago."
"And we're already heading out? You move fast."
"McCree, luv, do you think you can explain?" Light snores erupted from the back. "McCree!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Lena." She heard the cowboy stretch, and couldn't help but smile. *He can sleep anywhere. How does he do it?*
"Could you explain why we need to move fast? I'm going to be flying through a storm."
"Sure. We need to move quick because we're being hunted and it was an emergency call. If Ana called an emergency pickup, she's either hurt, or about to be. Usually we're out by 5 before everything got shut down, but we're rusty."
"Wow. That's nuts." Lena nodded, sighing. She still hadn't gotten an answer to her questions; not even as simple as what Ana was doing in Nepal. It was driving her insane, all the secrets. It felt as if no one believed they could be trusted anymore! "Um, Lena? You're gripping that stick-shift pretty tight."
"Oh. Sorry, luv. Just thinking about Ana." Jessie's eyebrow raised, but he didn't question it, closing the door to the control area. It was quiet for a while, Lena shifting uncomfortably. "McCree, does it bother you that they aren't telling us why we're trusting Widow and Reaper?"
"A little, but I'm used to working with limited info. It bothering you?" Lena faked a smile at McCree's honest question.
"No, I'm fine." McCree sighed, tapping her shoulder as he stood up, yawning.
"You're a bad liar, Lena, but I won't push. Try imagining the stick-shift as Morrison's or Reyes' neck: always helped me." Lena chuckled, calling to the retreating cowboy,
"It's not a stick-shift: it's a-" The door opened and closed before Lena could finish. "…Never mind." She sighed again, landing with ease. Lena stayed in the plane, listening to the bursts of gunfire as Ana boarded as quickly as she could. She entered the cockpit almost instantly, and Lena took off as more gunfire followed.
"Thank you, Miss Oxten."
"What was the emergency?"
"Nepal's government was starting to catch onto me: 3 more minutes, and you would have had to handle a battlefield landing."
"Those are hard. What were you even doing in Nepal, Ana?"
"I was looking for Genji. No luck."
"Oh. I thought he was…killed." Lena frowned briefly, recalling his supposed murderer was working with them currently.
"Not as far as Reaper told me."
"…Oh." Ana looked at Lena as the pilot turned her focus on flying.
"…What's wrong? You aren't usually this quiet."
"It's just early, ma'am." Ana frowned, not believing her for a second. "Do you know about the 2 Junkers Widow is trying to find in Australia?"
"Not much. She hasn't even told Reaper about them."
"How do you know he's not telling you about them?"
"Because if he knew more than they've been wanted by Talon for 5 years, he would tell me. Maybe not Jack, but definitely me." Lena nodded in silence, assured by Ana's quiet confidence. Lena tapped the communicator as fuzz began. She thought she could make out Widow's voice, but wasn't sure.
"Hello? Lena Oxten speaking."
"Bonjour, mon…Widow…I…the Junkers…meet at coordinates…" Lena tapped it again.
"Unclear, please repeat."
"Widowmaker reporting. I have the Junkers. Meet at coordinates 13.1642° South, 96.8710° East."
"Copy: 13.1642° South, 96.8710° East. Over."
"Adieu, Chere. Over and out." Widow cut off the rest of the communication, and Lena shrugged, looking at Ana with a grin.
"I guess we'll find out more about these Junkers when we go to pick them up with Widow."
"They are by the Coco Islands." Ana observed, checking the coordinates on the map.
"What are they doing over there? It's easier to get the other side of Australia."
"From what I've heard, both the Junkers and Widowmaker are wanted by Talon, and Talon has connections with the Australian 'Queen'."
"Queen?"
"I know she controls all of the south shores, but I don't know much else. Not many Australians get out of Australia. Alive, at least." Ana admitted, sighing as she straightened herself. "Did Soldier tell you why Torbjorn said no?" Lena frowned.
"No, ma'am. He said Torbjorn called the police, though."
"That's not like him." Ana muttered quietly. Lena frowned, and Ana turned to her, smiling lightly. Lena didn't buy it for a second. "I'm sure he had a good reason." Lena smiled back, turning to focus on piloting once again.
"He always does, but…I don't know. I feel like the Commanders are hiding something from all of us." Ana didn't reply, looking into the sky. Lena didn't say anything more, waiting for her response.
"It looks like it's going to rain." *She's trying to change the subject.
"We're just going through a storm." Lena dismissed, flying higher to avoid the coming rain. "…Ana?"
"I know, Lena. But we have to trust them."
"So everyone keeps telling me." Lena muttered, frustration about all the secrets showing briefly. Ana patted her shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Lena forced a smile onto her face.
"I'm fine, ma'am. Let's get Widow and these Junkers." Ana frowned, but looked forward. *I really hope someone tells me something soon. I don't know how much more of these lies and hidden codes I can take.* She gripped the shifting gear tightly. *Not even Ana or McCree know about what's happening. I just want to know what changed things so much we're working with 2 Talon agents, and they convinced not only Commander Morrison, but Ana, Reinhardt, Winston, and McCree to trust them again…It's driving me mad.*
