A few days had passed since Chris and is teamed returned from their mission in London. He had felt like a great weight was lifted off his back since being declared an official agent of Overwatch. He was still recovering from his wound and was out of commission until given the clearance from Angela. Everything seemed to be looking up for him.

"Hows the shoulder kid?" Reyes asked Chris sitting down at the table with him in the mess hall.

"Sore as hell, but at least I can move a little better now." Chris answered as he rotated his shoulder around rubbing the wound a little. "Angela thinks I'll be good to go in the a few days or so."

"Good to hear, I'm gonna need my newest recruit to be in tip top shape."

"Newest recruit?" Chris asked puzzled.

"I'm requesting you to be put on my squad rotation, Blackwatch. I doubt Morrison will have any objections seeing as how he wants to keep you stationed here as well."

"Well I could definitely get use to that idea." Chris said smirking.

You've earned it, your skill set is too valuable to be wasted anywhere else." Reyes nodded. "I'll be seeing you around soon." Chris nodded and looked at the time knowing he had an appointment to go see Angela soon.

Reyes made his way into Morrison's office where both Amaris were seated as they had returned from their mission in Egypt.

"What did they find out?" Reyes asked sitting down. Jack motioned to Ana to play the recording they had picked up on their mission. It showed 4 people who seemed to be exchanging a briefcase, believed to be full of money, but in exchange for what?

"That's Antonio Bartalotti." Reyes pointed out.

"Correct, the omnic next to him is believed to be Maximilien. We trailed a lead that pointed of a collaboration that was on going that involved these two." Ana pointed out.

"But who are the other two?" Jack asked leaning back in his chair scratching his chin.

"Unknown, but it's safe to assume they are part of the reason why Talon has been quiet for so long." Ana said.

"How so?" Jack asked.

"Talon has obviously been pulling strings on their connections and resources for a little while now. With the discovery of them being behind the factory in Kings Row producing weapons, smuggling tech through gangs, and making deals with we can assume has to be some sort of arms dealer, they will be launching some sort of offensive sooner rather than later."

"How do you know these other two are arms dealers?" Reyes questioned.

"The security force that surrounded them was too well funded for them to be your common black market thugs." Fareeha pointed out. "We couldn't get any closer to the meeting without being spotted by the surrounding mercenaries."

"We need to figure out what they plan on doing with all this tech and weapons." Morrison rubbed his forehead. "Do we have anything else to go on? Any ideas?"

Reyes pondered for a while, "I may have a few connections in the slums to get some dirt on where the tech came from that was found in Mexico." Morrison nodded and signaled Reyes to go through with it.

"We'll discuss this later. Dismissed." Morrison said as he got up.

"Come on Winston this will be the 5th flight test in a row, it obviously works fine can't we just call it a day." Lena complained crossing her arms in the pilot seat. She was obviously growing tired and becoming a little more irritable.

"You aren't appearing right where you should be according to my calculations, you're off by a few meters." Winston plainly said through the communicator. "Precision is not to be overlooked Lena." Lena sighed and waited for Winston to give the all clear for her to fly through the preset coordinates. They had been at this all day. The test flights were becoming less groundbreaking and more monotonous tweaking here and there. Winston was showing immense patience for dealing with the annoyed pilot practically all day.

"Ok Lena your clear for take off proceed to fly to the coordinates and engage the jump on my mark." Lena sighed heavily and took off, flying high into the sky before leveling the plane out and waiting for Winston's signal.

"Engage jump in T-5 seconds.. and go." Winston ordered as he was monitoring the jets trajectory off the tracker. Something was off this time though. The jet made the jump, but it didn't reappear. Winston brows furrowed as the monitor appeared showing "connection lost". "Lena can you hear are you there?" Nothing. Not even static. It was an eerie feeling that had fallen into Winston's gut. "Lena come in." Winston started to become a little more on edge. The jumps were instantaneous in previous test flights, no delay. This wasn't right. Winston started flipping through his notes, maybe he overlooked something that caused this.

Winston was never the one to panic, but he was having a hard time keeping his cool this time around. "LENA COME IN CAN YOU HEAR ME?" He yelled through his comm link. 10 minutes went by, 20 minutes, 30 minutes. Winston didn't know what to do.

"Ok please tell me we were on target this time." Winston perked up to see the jet appear back on the monitor.

"Lena what happened are you ok?" Winston's voice still shaken from what he thought was a result of an oversight on his part.

"Yea everything's green across the board here. How about on your end?" Winston was puzzled now.

"Lena how fast was the jump?" Lena was confused by the question.

"Uh big guy are you ok? It was exactly like the last 5 tests we've done." Winston started scratching his head and had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Roger that, I think we should call it for today. We'll continue tomorrow morning." Winston took note of this anomaly and thought it was worth mentioning to Morrison later. Lena landed the jet in the hangar and got out feeling a little nauseous.

"Woo that last one messed me up pretty good." Lena joked around but was still trying to get herself to stand upright. "Alright big guy I'll see you tomorrow morning." Lena dashed out back into the base while Winston was examining the generator on the jet.

"You called me down?" Jack asked as he approached Winston in the hanger.

"We had a setback today Jack." Winston's tone was low of how dire this was. "The jumps were still not exactly on target today."

"I'm sure you will get it right." Jack didn't seem too concerned.

"JACK" Winston barked his name to get his attention. "Our last test flight there was approximately a 30 minute window where the jet was, well, just gone."

"What do you mean 'gone'". Jack was started to become concerned as well.

"The comms were down, but not like static, like the line had been cut. The tracker on the jet became disconnected, Jack it was like the jet just didn't exist in that 30 minute time frame."

"What did Oxton say?"

"Thats the thing, everything was normal on her end. Jack I have serious concerns continuing these test flights, the results are becoming less predictable and quite frankly I'm concerned about Lena's well being."

"Unfortunately that isn't your call to make. Oxton knew what she signed up for. Continue the testing we need to get this right."

"But Jack maybe we should reconsider-"

"Thats an order Winston." The two were throwing stares at each other before Winston broke the silence going back to his work bench. "Don't say I didn't warn you, sir." Winston put extra emphasis on his title to which Jack ignored and left him to his work.

AN: This was definitely a filler chapter and a smaller one at that, but necessary in setting up the plot for the upcoming chapters.