Mei happily reached her hands up to take a bite of her sandwich as she and Jamison walked through the Gibraltar facility, the Australian tech-whiz too busy messing around with some contraption in his hands, finagling some springs and bolts back into the tiny case that was nearly to burst. He grinned appreciatively as he managed to shut the thing, tossing it up into the air as his pegged leg clacked with every step. Mei's attention snapped down to his artificial limb, her face turning sadly at the sight.

"We could make you a better leg, you know," Mei frowned.

Jamison smirked, "Oh, I don't doubt that a bit, sheila."

Having missed her insinuation, Junkrat meandered alongside Mei, earning him a particularly droll stare from her as she deepened her voice to clarify, "I mean, we could make one to replace that. It would be worlds better; we could literally put a spring in your step!"

His head rolled upward as he seemingly considered her words, only answering, "Well I dunno. This was the first thing I eva' built, really. I mean, it's gone through some upgrades, but it's pretty much the same thing I strapped togetha' after the Omnium blew."

Nervously, his eyes jumped toward Mei as his head swung around, "Un-Unless this is one of yer puns or somethin'! You mean like havin' a plant fertilizer attachment, right? That kind of spring, right?"

Mei smiled, "While I do like that one, you should know by now that I don't mind hearing anything about you. even the sentimental stuff. We're partners now, right?"

Her eyes shut as she released a massive, agreeable smile, leaving her blind to Jamison's face as it fell. She reached out a fist, which he barely managed to tap with his own, his face turning eschew as a conversely displeased frown wore its way onto him.

"Honestly, I'm putting out my best work having you here! I knew that indelible mind would be put to good use with a budget that would make designers cry!" Mei proudly proclaimed, whipping forth from her yeti-esque coat a tablet that she immediately took to task, swiping along from one border to another, "That portable de-sal station was genius! You know how much salt water you could make fresh in that thing?"

Jamison gently rubbed his neck, trying to disguise his nerves, "A-A lot?"

"A ton!" Mei shouted in reply, "Like, dare I say… Oodles! And that chronal accelerator that you helped me finalize? Boom; we've already seen that pay dividends. Lena's dashing around like nobody's business thanks to you!"

She shot him a quick wink, "You're the best, Jamie!"

Despite her enthusiasm, Jamison couldn't help but feel himself forcing the smile that shone on his face.

Mei marched along, carefully disposing of the plastic wrap that had covered her sandwich before wiping the crumbs from her hands by vigorously rubbing her hands up and down her coat, "Are you sure you didn't want anything for lunch? Winston says you need eight square meals a day, though he's also upwards of nearly four hundred pounds of gorilla muscle, so."

"Nah, it's all good," Jamison muttered, nervously scratching at his scalp as he waited for Mei to return before walking along, "Roadhog's kind of on the up-'n-up down in Junkertown; he's s'posed ta be getting some stuff delivered before heading back with the chopper. Guess your boss was a tad tantalized by Aussie cuisine. even if it's a bit different from before the Omnium. A jar o' Vegemite fetches a kidney up in Melborne."

Mei returned to her tablet as the two continued along the hallway, "Well, if you need any, let me know; I have some friends who can graft anything for human use inside of pigs. They have the Ziegler Seal of Approval, even! Says she hasn't seen a natural human heart be nearly as flexile as one grown in a pig!"

His teeth clutching at his bottom lip, Jamison bent low as he walk, wrapping his arms around his stomach, "Y'know, even that Junkertown food isn't soundin' all that great now…"

Mei smiled as she helpfully went along, "Well, if you need anything in a few hundred kilometer radius, Overwatch holds the most advanced technology when it comes to- Captain Morrison?!"

Jamison's eyes tightened in confusion, "What, you guys have a V8 engine in a human too? or, uh-"

His eyes rose to meet the man walking just toward them, certainly of an old sort, not only attested by his white hair, but by the insane number of scars that lined any part of his body where skin was exposed. Jamison nearly recoiled at the sight, but Mei's exuberant leap toward Morrison caused him to remain in place, watching in awe as she approached the rigidly unapproachable man as though it were second nature.

"Captain Morrison!" she cried out happily, stomping to the ground as she landed with both feet, taking care not to instinctively hug him after not having seen him in years.

The man only nodded, not breaking his gait, as he replied to her sternly, though with something of a warmth there, as though he were only conditioned to speak without emotion, "Doctor. Good to see this place is still standing with you here."

"Ooooh, c'mon," Mei's voice smoothly leaving her as she sidled closer to Captain Morrison, "Lemme see that smile."

His head turned down to meet hers, the Captain's face still as stony as a rockface, "I don't smile. You may get a sneer, maybe a simper; I don't do smiles."

Without a muscle moving upon his face, Morrison only finished with, "If I could, I would do it for you, Dr. Zhou."

Mei hopped in place, clapping rapidly as a blush radiated across her happily smiling face, "So cool!"

As Morrison threw his shoulder up to adjust the duffel bag he'd been carrying there, he gave a quick wink toward Jamison, catching the junker off guard, "Always have a line at the ready. You're the new guy, huh?"

"Y-Yes, Captain!" Jamison answered nervously.

Morrison's brow jumped mildly in surprise, "So many newbies lately… Oh, and it's Jack. Please. I may not have an engine in me- in fact, whatever engine we humans normally have, mine's about out. At any given time, there's enough drugs in me to fell an elephant. If you get a chance, watch Winston while I'm in combat- I'm told it's truly a scene."

"W-W-Will do, sir!- er, Jack!" Jamison stuttered.

"Good lad," Jack finished, stopping at a closed door before turning to examine Jamison, who'd all but closed much of the distance between them, the junker standing and peering at the soldier with a reverent steel.

Jack gave him a moment to gain his bearings, but ultimately spoke up, an impatient timbre escaping him unintentionally, "This is my room."

"Oh!" Jamison shouted in a startle, "Yes sir! Jack! er, sorry."

The old man shrugged, lowering her arm as his duffel bag slid off his shoulder, swinging at his side to a stop, "Loosen up. You're no good to anybody if your nerves are out of whack. Work on it."

Jamison nodded rapidly as Jack entered his room, staring aghast as the door slid shut and just now taking a deep breath as Mei rushed toward him, eye alight like a fan girl, "Oh my god, he gave you battle advice! He's so cool, isn't he?!"

"No wonder you joined," Jamison observed with a disheartened tone, "All these guys are pretty cool…"

Mei scurried along down the hallway in a blissful trance, "Oh man, when Lena finally brings Jesse back! Gosh, it'll be like a-! Well, like something really, really cool!"

Jamison followed along, shoving his hands in his pockets and slumping over disappointedly, keeping his head low as Mei went along with her regaling of Overwatch members, new and old, that she admired on varying merits, his eyelids shrinking further and further as his sadness grew alongside his awareness of his own inadequacy. His eyes carefully shifted up toward Mei as she happily charged along, not a care in the world; a perfect pair to the chaos-incarnate that was within his own self, though that was merely a pipe dream, particularly now. He only allowed himself to watch listlessly her ravenous energy manifested in her wildly swaying arms, her dark hair hanging down past her shoulders. How often he thought of touching such softness whenever he stood beside her in the frigid laboratory.

"Winston!" Mei proclaimed as she rounded the corner that lead into the control room, sliding to an abrupt halt, leaving Jamison curious as to her reaction, already thoughtful of how lost his mind had been just a moment ago in thinking about her.

He poked his head around the wall to see what had brought his partner to a stop, his eyes settling heavily on Angela, whose arms were angrily outstretched in furious wonderment, "-just gonna leave it be?!"

"Look, Angela," Winston replied, "Until I hear anything in the way of distress from Lena, I'm not going to shake up her operation. Is there an anomaly we weren't expecting? Possibly. but I trust Lena's judgement. If it makes you feel any better, I slide the same judgement in regards to Fareeha's involvement in this- I won't have her engage unless under Lena's suggestion to do so. Believe it or not, she is more senior than either of you."

Winston grinned amusedly as Angela's mouth widened as her brow shrunk angrily, prepared to let loose a verbal fireball, before stopping herself, lowering her stance with a groan, "Winston, I'm not concerned about Fareeha; she can take care of herself, and we both understood, plainly, that Overwatch is larger than either of us. But I know Lena; she's not looking at any of this from any other angle besides the one she entered with. What if something is afoul and she isn't able to- What if she's refusing to recognize it?"

"I trust her," Winston nodded, "That's the end of it."

Crossing her arms, Angela shrugged, "I hope you know what you're- Oh, hello Mei, Jamison."

The conversation reaching its conclusion, Mei left the corner and started toward the two, covering her mouth as she cleared her throat, "Er, Jack's here. I don't know if you knew; I know he enjoys showing up unannounced."

"Perfect," Angela nodded, pulling a clipboard from a nearby desk and readying it at her side as she started out of the control room, "Maybe somebody who'll understand my apprehension."

As Angela set off, Winston shook his head in dismay, quickly deferring his attention to the two newcomers, "Mei-Ling, Jamison. You two cook up anything crazy lately?"

Mei quickly shoved her hands into the front pockets of her coat, turning her eyed into a sidelong glance, almost suspiciously, "Any reason why Angela's already back from Headquarters?"

"Nothing in particular," Winston replied sincerely, "We were just going over Lena's current assignment. Something about Jesse mentioning-"

Winston's bulky frame leaned to one side as he eyed Jamison, leaving Mei to unleash a quick thumbs-up, alongside a measuring, "Don't worry; he's all good with this stuff."

"Hmm…" Winston mused, but quickly returned to his previous thought, "Well there's a "man" involved that we hadn't accounted for that Jesse mentioned. No context, no explanation, nothing. So while I'll be keeping more of an eye on things, I'm not going to do anything rash. Dr. Harold didn't mean for me to be an ape, you know. Fareeha will be close by should anything arise."

Mei's fingers curled around her chin, her eyes narrowed in thought, "Did she leave a recording or anything?"

"Actually, yes," Winston answered, "Standard procedure when speaking to any operatives in the field. Why? you think you can pull anything from it?"

"I can certainly try! If not, Jamie and I can run some presets over it or something. Roadhog has another day or so in the infirmary before Angela allows him to leave; he might be able to do some software stuff himself," Mei explained.

Winston nodded, eyeing Jamison once again, though this time in approval, "Hmm, alright. If you can get a location or anything of note, that would help. Oh, and give Fawkes my thanks; he helped with a glitch in Athena. I don't know how you managed to stumble upon these two, but they're both proven quite resourceful."

Mei grinned widely as she threw an arm around Jamison's back, as if proudly displaying the suddenly red-faced man in a pageant, "Very resourceful! I'll be sure to get to him before he returns to Junkertown. In the meantime, Jamie, if you would?"

She motioned for Jamison to lead the way, which he did after giving a respectful tip of his head toward Winston, who responded in kind, though after just a few steps of taking the lead, Mei quickly hurried past him, unable to contain her excitement at getting back to 'official' business, leaving Jamison to quickly scurry along behind her, just able to keep up with her reckless abandon. Even in such a rush, he couldn't help but find it quite fetching, in more ways than this one.

Angela stood at Jack's door, her lips turned in apprehension as she clutched onto her clipboard, counting in her head to try and ward off any malicious thoughts that might arise, her mind having inevitably begun to relive the last meeting these two had had. They hadn't ever gotten along so well; while Angela and Ana could have barked and shouted at one another for hours, in the end, their opinions mattered little when Captain Jack Morrison was the man in charge of making decisions. A man behind a gun himself, he often sided with Ana, leaving him rather high on Angela's list of 'Distasteful Former Colleagues'. In the old days, however, while Ana would remain wound up at all times, Jack would practice the humanity of showing his lighter side when off-assignment, revealing himself to be far more than a face behind a firearm.

That was years ago, however. and the last time she'd seen his face, their meeting had been on far less amicable terms.

Before she could decide to reach toward the door, Angela received as it powerfully slid open, revealing Jack himself, standing just a foot or two away, clad in sweat clothes, complete with dark sweatband slung around his forehead. She resisted the urge to chuckle, or even reveal so much as a change in expression, as Jack stared down at her behind sunglasses, the whole scene making him appear far more his out-of-touch age than anything to do with his colorless hair.

"Jack."

"Z."

"Been staying out of trouble?"

His shoulder rolled as he stretched the muscles at his neck, peering off, "Trying to."

"My newspapers have said otherwise. Pretty nifty stunt over in Dorado," Angela explained, Jack's eyes rolling invisibly behind his dark shades.

"So what?"

Angela tilted her head with a mischievous grin, "I've got to keep an eye out for all my creations. I've done so much work on you people, you all might as well be my own works of art or something."

"Good to know you're working your magic on the new guy," Jack grumbled, though more to accentuate his own gravelly voice, "I still sound like a cretin."

"I told you, you can't have any more surgeries until your blood pressure improves. How's that going?" Angela asked in a thick sort of droll voice, showing that she needn't a test to know the answer.

Jack didn't reply, only pulling a towel from behind him and throwing it over his shoulder before approaching Angela and patting her shoulder with a paternal zeal, "I'm just bustin' your chops, Z."

"I know, Jack," Angela nodded with a smile, "Good having you back, Captain. Got tired of not being a hero, huh?"

He reached up to grab his shoulder, keeping it in place as he rolled his arm to stretchen out further, "I was just in the neighborhood. Figured I'd make a kid's day or something. Why? Your returning from your sabbatical wasn't about playing hero once again?"

"Thanks to you guys, I took it more as though we were playing the villains," Angela replied, sadly wearing a low smile, "I never once questioned your judgement, though."

Jack turned to her, his worn eyes staring at her, trying to bore a hole into her soul until she told the truth, the doctor finally shrugging, "That you ever heard, anyway."

He smirked, shaking his head, "You'd be surprised what all got back to me, Z. But what would I know; I'm just a two-bit dandy with pills and arrogance running through my veins."

Angela frowned, pulling her clipboard protectively against her chest as she turned her head away, "I mean, in context…"

Reaching over to pat her shoulder once again, Jack relieved her with a shake of his head, turning down the hallway as the two began walking, "Of all the junk Gabe or the press ever said, your critique always stuck with me the most. I don't hold it against you or anything; we were all sort of cowboys back then. There's a lot about the old Overwatch I'd take back in a second."

"Starting with that critique," Angela muttered behind a frown.

Jack chuckled silently, shaking his head as he hunted for a different topic, "Speaking of 'old' Overwatch, all these kids around here; how's the new vanguard looking?"

"Good," Angela replied wistfully, thinking for a moment of Fareeha, before quieter, still, "Good…"

Jack's brow rose curiously, turning toward the doctor with an investigative voice, "Hmm? From what I've read up on, they're a good group of soldiers. Not great, but good. That scrawny junker kid could use some weight; that Russian woman, Zarya, is she back home? I saw her image and knew I had to see it to believe it."

"They're all fine, it's just-"

"Amari's kid."

Angela frowned, sighing with exasperation as she reached up to rub her face, "I just get worried sometimes."

"She's a good soldier," Jack appraised with a serious voice, "A tad impulsive, but some field work will help her learn. I never recommend dating coworkers, but it's a new day and age, who am I to-"

"Wh-Wh-What?!" Angela shouted in surprise, spinning quickly in Jack's direction and pointing her thumb toward him like a weapon, "How'd you-?!"

"Because you never used to worry," Jack returned her stare with one of his own, wearing a grin as he spoke up, "You always knew you'd keep us safe. I've never heard you be worried about anybody, either here, in you're medical practice. Must be 'cause you're into her."

"WHAT?!" Angela cried out in terror, covering her reddened face, about ready to take off running.

Jack shrugged, "There's been, what, five things you and I have seen eye to eye on? I just never assumed us both being into women would have been one of them."

"O-Oh," Angela recovered, though she still wore a crimson face as she steadied her breathing, "I-I thought you meant something else…"

Jack's eyes narrowed as he mulled over her words, gradually allowing his shoulders to fall as he sighed, "I must be gettin' old; I don't even know what you're meaning. I thought Wilhelm looked worse for wear, but here I am, hunting down a hot bath to ease my muscles, unable to grasp your dirty implications."

Angela's face flattened as she peered ahead, unamused by Jack's deceptive sort of behavior, the soldier chuckling as he turned to examine her reaction, "I'm not that old, Z. You know, there was a time where you were the youngest one, the most innocent, among us."

Sighing once again, Angela rolled her eyes, "I forgot you could be such a dirty old-"

She caught herself, though not in time, just catching Jack's lips curl into a smirk as he walked along, "-man. Old man. It's not a bad phrase; I know what I am. For all my aches and pains, it doesn't hurt me nearly as much as seeing all of my old squad mates succumbing to time as well. Poor Amari's vibrance has nearly left her altogether."

Angela chose not to speak, knowing where Jack was headed with this line of conversation, unable to derail from its ultimate conclusion. She eyes her feet, watching her sneakers mechanically stride along, thinking back to that harrowing night in Ilos, wondering what Jack's thoughts on the matter must have been.

"He has her on his list, huh?" Jack spoke quietly, with a hint of sorrow in his throat.

Angela nodded slowly.

Jack sighed, reaching up to massage his cheek, "Yep. That'll get you to worry, too, I suppose. I guess we aren't all subjected to time; at least, not in the same way."

He paused for a moment, as though rolling the name off his tongue was to commit a sin, "Reaper."

"With the woman I love's name crossed out. yet she walks this earth still," Angela went on, achingly.

Jack replied, "You think he's after her for that?"

"He killed her once," Angela uttered softly, catching her welling up tears with a strategic wipe from her sleeve, "No reason he couldn't do it again."

Her face fell in time with her heart, watching the tiles beneath her as they rhythmically passed her feet, trying her best to turn her mind to something else. Jack didn't continue either, which Angela appreciated, whether or not it was intentional. They continued through the base, Jack pressing on toward his sauna-like haven, though Angela remained in tow, for no more reason than she had always felt safe beside her commander.

"Is Torbjorn recalled yet?" Jack asked, innocently.

"Not yet," Angela replied, "Soon, though."

"We might all need a get-together. You, Ana, Reinhardt, Torbjorn, 'n me. Just to chat," Jack concluded heavily, his tone lowered to a serious rumble.

Angela eyed him worriedly, "Is this about the pact?"

His eyes closed solemnly, his endeavor for a hot bath now rather hindered by a tug at his heart at the thought.

"Yes."