A little shorter of a chapter, but it's going to lead up to something big! I hope everyone's enjoying the story! I have big plans for Reaper and Angela, so keep reading! And thanks to all who have given reviews and have favorited the story! I am going to try and update as much as I can!

Chapter 10
The Blackwatch Touch

Tired, hazel eyes opened to a hangar. Consciousness was slowly coming to Marc Gamlin. It felt like he had been out for a while, and his limbs felt numb. The red, glowing light that filtered through open door ways on the catwalk and ground floor gave away it was late evening. As he went to stand, he found his feet were tied tightly to the legs of a metal chair. When his shoulders gave a strong shrug, he also found his hands had been tied behind his back. Looking down, there was rope wound around him, keeping him anchored in the chair. Okay, where the fuck am I? he thought to himself. Looking around, he saw some boxes stacked near an engine that was being repaired. His heart sank into his stomach as he saw the Overwatch logo. This had to be the base he was just at the other night on that mission with Reaper. How the hell did they know Omega team was going to be in Paris? Much less, at the Nigerian Embassy? How'd they get the drop?

He had been with Talon since the days of Overwatch's height. Even then, he knew they shouldn't be underestimated. His mind was coming back into sharp focus, running through possibilities. If the news broadcasted the riots in Paris, and made any mention of an embassy attack, the agents that had returned at the recall could have pieced together that an embassy attack was not just from anti-Omnic sentiments. The world could perceive it that way given the high tensions and the Second Omnic Crisis brewing into a firestorm in Russia. The blatant support the French president showed Nigeria and it's diverse city of Numbani was a great scapegoat...but, hardened veterans like former Overwatch agents could have seen the embassy attack from a different point of view...and theirs had been right.

"Looks like our lad is awake!" came a gruff voice. Marc looked and saw a fairly short man with a long, white beard. Torbjörn had come back with a bag of tools which he dropped near the raised engine. Marc looked to see other people coming from the crew quarters. The man with the red visor was the one who sent a shiver down his spine. He knew who it was, though the world only knew him as Soldier: 76. Hazel eyes sharpened at the man as he led his team of recalled agents out to stand before him.

"Kill me. I ain't telling you shit," Marc stated. Jack only looked at the man for a long moment from behind that gleaming red visor. Marc didn't see it coming. Something very hard and very heavy hit his face and made stars flash before his eyes. Marc reeled his head back and was dazed. A warm trickle of liquid was running down his lips and chin from both nostrils.

"Oh, you're going to tell us everything we want," someone said. Marc looked to the side, for the source of the statement. It was coming from a man in a red poncho and with a cowboy hat. The infamous McCree. He saw the man was holding both his Talon communicator...and his own personal cellphone. Marc's face blanched.

" That communicator tells us your real name. It's logs tell us your missions that Talon sent you on...even your most recent ones. And your personal phone yielded quite a lot of personal information," Jack said softly, not looking away. " Personal information like the fact your wife is pregnant with your very first child. In the event you were ever captured, we quickly deduced Talon would be quick to try and get to her before we did, so we wouldn't be able to use her as leverage against you. Too bad they were too slow."

There was a sick sensation in Marc's stomach and his heart rate jumped instantly at the revelation they had his wife somewhere. "Don't you fucking lay a hand on her!"

" Then tell us everything we ask of you, and you walk out of here with her, with no harm done. Don't tell us...we turn you in and Roxanne has to raise her child all alone since your parents are dead and hers disowned her for marrying you. Get the picture, scum?" Jack explained. "We'll give you time to think about it. McCree. Stand guard with him."

Everyone left the hangar, going their own ways. McCree pulled out a cigar and lit it, and went to sit on some crates. There was a reason he was the one told to guard the man. McCree had learned quite a lot with the Deadlock Gang, and even more when he joined up with Overwatch and got into Blackwatch. That included manipulation and social engineering. It had been McCree's idea to kidnap the man's wife as a method to gain the man's full attention. Nothing worked better than threatening loved ones. It was a common Blackwatch method. Jack had not been in full agreement with it, but McCree finally convinced him. No harm had to come to the man's wife. In fact, Lena and Winston currently had her in Winston's lab and were making warm food and tea for her, and assuring they meant no harm by her. He wasn't sure how it was going since he was here, but the little lady seemed cooperative so far.

" You know, partner...if you just tell him what he wants to know, it makes everything easier. I was once like you, on the bad side of things. Sure you heard of the Deadlock Gang in America? Yeah, my young days I was caught up in that lifestyle. Was pretty darn good at it. But...life's got a funny way of presenting opportunities. I got caught and was given the choice of joinin' up, or rotting in jail. Well...I don't quite fancy sitting 'round in a concete cell, so I agreed," McCree explained, taking moments to take a draw from his cigar.

"Ain't ever too late to do the right thing. You know where the Talon bases are. You know where Angela Ziegler is. You were on the mission to come here and help kidnap her. Do that...and I'll see that you get some kind of protection so Talon don't come after you. Think about Roxanne, and her safety from them. About your first child after all this time..." McCree offered now, giving the man a stern gaze.

Marc listened to McCree but refused to look at the cowboy. If he didn't tell them anything, what would they do to his wife? If he remembered right, this man was a former Blackwatch agent. Blackwatch operated under Overwatch...but they followed their own set of rules that were not necessarily in line with Overwatch's own ideals. None of them were above abduction, extortion or blackmail. In fact, they used those tools effectively to make even the hardiest leaders bend to the agenda Overwatch and the UN had for the world. Blackwatch never handed out empty threats either. There was no one to help support Roxanne if he was ever to die or be caught. They had money stowed away, but it wouldn't be enough to protect her and help her raise her child alone. Maybe it was time to retire from this Talon career.

"...You better. Give me everything I want in protection, and I tell you everything," Marc said with narrowed eyes. McCree gave a chuckle and took out his new communicator, calling for Jack to come back to the hangar.

Boredom didn't bode well with Reaper. He was getting restless and doing everything he could to take his mind off of being cooped up in the safe house. Multiple perimeter rounds were done around the house, and even skimmed the tree lines surrounding the area. There were no new messages or calls on his communicator he could answer to. He had even checked on his query through a small peephole in the door to see she was minding her business. Frustration was oozing off him as he dropped himself onto the soft couch and turned the television on. Riot reports blazed across every news station. The news remarked on an attack that was made on the Nigerian embassy, not long after the French president showed his support of the Nigerian diplomat and the peaceful co-existence of Omnics and humans that continued on in Numbani. The attack sparked a riot, with citizens taking to the streets to show their displeasure in their president and his remarks, when the Second Omnic Crisis was just next door. The report also spoke of four bodies found decapitated inside the embassy. The four were reported to be rioters trying to loot the embassy's vault, but the mystery was who killed them and if anyone had information, to come forward to the French police.

"So they failed," Reaper muttered. The television was turned off and he stood back up. Those people in the embassy were no rioters. He knew Omega team had been sent there on a mission which apparently was to find something in that vault. But there was only four bodies. Some seemed to be missing. They needed that extraction now more than ever. If Jack and his Overwatch friends managed to take someone alive for questioning, he was sure they would find a way to get answers.

Reaper went to find his communicator and make a call to their commander. Once he picked up, he demanded he get his transport. Though he was not facing their commander, Reaper could feel the fatigue of the man. Losing four operatives in one day was not in his plans for the day. Their commander did agree they needed them out quick. Ziegler was needed for their new project, and getting him and her out of there was becoming more of a priority.

Their commander also confirmed Reaper's one worry. Sombra managed to hack the servers that recorded the security footage of that embassy. The ones to have stopped Omega team was Overwatch. And they had taken one alive. Images were forwarded to Reaper of the dead bodies and of one of his former Blackwatch operatives severing the heads of the team. The one they kidnapped had been the leader of the Omega team. He knew the coordinates of their location. Luckily, the safe house was in a large mountain range that was hard to get to even for their own Talon operatives. Overwatch would not be able to locate them that quick even if they had the coordinates.

"...They may get those, so we are making plans for extraction, Reaper. They found out who Marc's wife was and got her before we could. He loves that woman too much, he may tell them to protect her," the commander said with a hint of anger. Reaper couldn't exactly explain the odd sensation he felt in his chest when the commander mentioned that, but he excused it away as him needing to replenish the waning biotic essence he got from his kills.

" Then have us out soon," he said, not caring if they hunt the man down and killed him for his treachery.

"Tomorrow, Reaper. Prepare the equipment, keep the doctor safe," he said as his last orders before hanging up. Reaper lowered the communicator and stared at the setting sun outside. It reminded him how late it was getting and the doctor hadn't had much but a pitiful bowl of simple oatmeal. He also had a slight hunger for something with taste to it. Even given his odd existence in this world, he still hungered like anyone other. Off to the kitchen he went to prepare food mostly for himself and grudgingly making more than usual so the doctor could have some. Tomorrow was a simple extraction. Reaper didn't expect trouble, but not everything was always so predictable. He would need her nourished and ready to move and not famished and sluggish. If it were up to him, he'd let her starve in that room.

The sun was almost gone, and night was falling by time Reaper was done. Simple rice, heated beans, and stewed beef was sitting on the counter. The rice and beans were mixed up and the stewed beef ladled on top. A smaller bowl of the food was made for Angela. He grabbed it and some water to bring up to the doctor. The door was unlocked, not caring to knock or ask if she was decent. It wouldn't matter to him. He stepped in to find her laying clothed on the bed, and giving him a wary blue eye. The hot food and water was set down on the table while he retrieved the empty oatmeal bowl. He did things silently, not bothering to talk to her, as if she was a simple dog he was in charge of.

"...Rice, beans, and ...beef?" she said softly. Reaper turned his head to see a set of curious eyes on him. They also held a sense of accusation. She could not possibly figure out who he was by a simple food dish, could she?

"Plentiful and cheap food to get here. We're on the border of France and Spain, and quite close enough for Spanish food to have an influence on the cuisine here. But if you do not want it, I will gladly take it away," he offered.

"No! No...I...I mean...well. I have had it before. It's a good dish...thank you," she said nervously and looked to him again.

"...Hn, then shut up and eat it, woman," he said and left the room, locking the door behind him. Angela stared at the spot where the door closed, her head filled with such confusion. Slender hands took the warm bowl and brought it close, looking into it. She stirred the contents around, letting the stew of the meat sink and flavor the rice and beans. Brows furrowed as she tried to dispel the nagging thoughts in her head. Reaper was right. This was a common dish almost anywhere. It was cheap and economical to make...but the spices used, the flavoring...it was a little unique. As much as she wanted to believe the terrorist was right and it's just a simple dish, part of her was remembering the theory McCree gave her about Reaper. That he was really Gabriel Reyes.

Marc was brought into a bright orange room. He had to be escorted down the path to it, flanked by McCree and Jack. Marc was sat down at a small, folding table with some water and orange slices. Marc frowned, ignoring the orange slices but taking grateful sips of the crisp, cold water. The large man that had the shield was out of his suit and leaning against the wall by a chalkboard. Even without his armor, the much older man still was an intimidating figure. There was a woman there too, with white hair and a patch over her eye. The four looked to Marc quietly before Jack spoke up.

"Start talking," he ordered.

" Not before I'm promised every protection I can have to ensure my wife's safety, and my own," he shot back.

Jack frowned. "Fine. You will have it. Now start explaining," Jack replied irritably.

Marc grinned and began listing active Talon locations. Ana was writing them all down as a list on the chalkboard. Marc gave specific coordinates as well, to ensure they had the right places. He explained they had tight defenses, some of them military grade. He even eluded to the fact some of the weaponry was obtained from the very Deadlock Gang that McCree had talked about. Ana was jotting down every tidbit of information that was pouring from the man, nearly filling the chalkboard. Locations were good, but they would need blueprints of the facilities too if they were planning attacks. At this point, he didn't care what the group did to Talon; he just wanted his wife safe and be allowed to take care of her.

" And Ziegler?" McCree reminded him.

Marc looked to McCree and nodded some.

" 42°46'12.9"N 1°16'32.5"E...that's near Ustou, France. Reaper's there in a safe house with Angela Ziegler. Omega team had that mission in France, and commander wanted us to drop them off there on our way...we were closest to be assigned to the mission," he explained. Ana had quickly wrote those coordinates and wrote the name of the place. "Now can we talk about how we are going to protect me and my wife?"

Reinhardt frowned, and looked to the other three. " How can we promise this man protection, when we ourselves are in violation of the Petras Act?" he asked. They all didn't have the main means to give this man witness protection treatment. Overwatch would have normally done that for informants but that was when the UN and other programs were funding them. Marc smiled slowly.

"Then protect me and I won't tell them all what you're up to...or, if you need another pilot, we can just stay here if you can't guarantee our safety outside this tiny ass island," Marc stated as he leaned back in his seat.

The four stared at the man, with Jack itching to punch his nose further in. Ana grabbed Jack's wrist and tugged him around. "We all talk," she said. McCree, stood watch while the three went outside in the twilight of the day and discussed how they should handle the situation. Ana was blaming McCree.

" It was his idea to bring someone in delicate condition here, and use her as a pawn. It should never have happened," she said crisply. " We have other methods at our disposal."

" Doesn't matter now, Ana. We got the information we want...and someone who may want to help us if we allow it," Reinhardt spoke up. "We can't let Lena have to pilot all our missions. She is a spunky girl, but I'm sure she may get tired of that."

"But letting them stay here...we do not have a certified doctor at the moment to handle the woman if she begins to give birth. We have the facility, but do you know how to use the equipment or give her the pain shots to the spine for it? Even if it is a natural birth, we need a real doctor to be able to deliver the child and do the proper care," Ana interjected. Reinhardt quieted and folded his arms at Ana's observation.

"Look. We can look all that up later. Winston can help with that. But if we cannot safely get this man hidden and under radar, their lives are on our hands," Jack reminded them.

The three were silent for a moment, before Ana looked to Jack.

"They stay...until we can get them situated. Fake identities, have them move to another country in a remote region, and so on. First order of business, we need for them to get their own money out. I'm sure he may have some savings and money, and he will need it in cash which isn't traceable. Find them some place, say in...Canada. In the remote wilderness. Perhaps...the Yukon, I believe? We can do this, we just need time," she explained.

Reinhardt and Jack nodded. They would need that time, and if the man was offering to pilot, the temporary help would be nice to have. The three made their way back into the briefing room where Marc still hadn't touched his orange slices, but the water was completely gone. Jack stepped forward.

"You stay with us temporarily and pilot for us when asked, while we get stuff in order. We are going to need fake identities for you and her. And to get your money out while you can, so you can carry on. Canada's your best option. Lots of wilderness to live in, and stay hidden in. But...you give us your word you never contact Talon again. You do not go to the UN about our operations. Talon is not going to be forgiving about the information you given us and they will want you dead. You can not retrieve any belongings from your home now...Talon will have the place under watch to see if either of you return to it. It will be a trap. Is this enough?" Jack asked.

Marc thought about it and believed it was a well laid out plan. It was a fresh start for life too for him and Roxanne away from all the killing and stealing he had to do. Hazel eyes closed as he imagined this new kind of life and immediately was taking a liking to the idea. He folded his arms and nodded.

" Agreeable...so...where's Roxanne?" he asked, eyes seeming more alert, wanting to see her. Jack stared at the man and called on his communicator for Lena to bring Roxanne to them. It was a good ten minutes, but soon enough a woman with golden brown hair and bright green eyes entered the room with Lena beside her. Roxanne grinned and ran to Marc's outstretched arms. The others were silent with McCree and Reinhardt leaving the room. Marc looked up to Jack a moment, frowning.

"You may want to hurry up on getting to them. I'm sure Talon is expecting I may tell you everything if they found out you got Roxanne first. They will want to move the two quickly," he said.

"...Ana, let's get back to the lab. We have to plan this and quickly. Tracer, show the couple to where they'll be sleeping," Jack said and left with Ana. There was much to figure out, and Jack wanted to get to those coordinates quick.