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Chapter 10: Capture the Payload!

Reaper stirred slightly as he felt Sally shift next to him and whimper in her sleep. While not an unusual occurrence, he usually would just need to gather her to his body and she would quiet down. However, this morning would prove different. "Sally?" he murmured gently in an attempt to wake her but her brow merely furrowed.

"Salvation is planning for the future," she intoned darkly. "It is most interesting. In her interactions with other agents, she appears to be sizing them up. When I inquired as to exactly what she was doing, she said she would ensure the continuation of her superior genetic foundation. That is definitely a trait I instilled into her but she has not even hit puberty yet. I find it disturbing that since becoming that electric being has triggered more dangerous and, dare I say, aggressive behaviors. While the Salvation of the past was content to be a tool handled by Talon through me, this Salvation is now a barely contained abomination. This Salvation would strike at those who made her and smite them for their insolence in daring create imperfection by forging a false god. I am sorry... my daughter."

"Pinche mierda. Sally!" he shook her slightly before scowling. Her mouth was about to form more words before he did the first thing that came to his mind. He pressed his lips to hers and was surprised by the slight gasp. He nibbled her lips slightly and was pleased to hear a moan despite the situation. "Sally?" he withdrew slightly to see her. Her eyes were slowly fluttering open and filled with fog.

"Gabriel?" she rasped out slightly, voice slightly shaky. "Not that I don't mind..." she looked down towards where he had pinned her to the bed with his own body to try to keep her still. "But what was going on?"

"Another journal entry. Except you recited it," he informed her grimly. Her eyes widened out of disbelief. "Somewhere in your mind, you know all of what happened. I don't think you did it intentionally but this is worrying."

"Damn," she muttered as he slid off of her and took his hand as he reached out for her. Sitting up, she rubbed her head. "What... What did I say?"

"As a child, you looked at other agents as to who would be best to create a new generation of..." He paused at the revolted look on her face. "You obviously have the gist of it. Also, some bit about your transformation making you more aggressive."

"Lovely. Like my life needed more darkness to it," she rolled her eyes. "You're all the darkness I need."

Reaper could not help but tilt his head towards her. "You don't know what you're saying, woman."

The bright smile he received made him want to squirm slightly. "And you give yourself too little credit, Gabriel." She stretched slightly and scooted off the bed. "Shall we see if Jack and Lúcio are awake?"

"Sure," he murmured as he took her hand. "Doubt the farm boy got any sleep with his antsy roommate. Today's young people I swear..."

"Viejo," she teased him with a smile. It only grew more pronounced at his frown. "Let's go. We need to tell Jack about the dream or whatever anyway."

"Lúcio will figure out something," he pointed out. "Kid is a revolutionary with a following. He knows how to gather information, if he hasn't already."

"He knows something is up. I've caught some devices already strategically placed in his bus. Some before we decided to sleep in it," she pointed out with something that almost sounded like pride. "Kid is smart. People see the happy-go-lucky attitude, similar to Tracer's, and they underestimate him. They forget the one who masterminded the undermining of Vishkar's efforts in Brazil."

"True... Fuck, I wouldn't be surprised if Jack tries to recruit him," Gabriel mused as they headed towards the kitchen of the tour bus. He hummed contently on seeing it unoccupied. "Finally something good about today. Jack always was a morning person and I can't deal with the kid's upbeat vibe this early."

"Vibe? Wow, you learned the lingo," Sally teased him with a smirk as she made her way to the coffee machine. "Still odd that they slept in. What time is it again?" She pressed a button on the coffee machine and was greeted with neon numbering. "Oh... 4:00 am. That's... a bit early."

"Still more sleep than what I used to get," the mercenary chuckled dryly before sighing at the smell of fresh coffee beans being added to the machine. "I'm surprised you don't drink much of the coffee yourself."

"Too bitter. More like coffee in the milk for me," she said before pausing. "And I'd rather have a soda in the morning for a caffeine boost if I needed it."

"That's unhealthy," Gabriel hissed as he watched the coffee being poured into his mug.

"And so is your soul eating," she said quietly. She put down the coffee pot onto the warmer and dug into the refrigerator to look for food. "Does consuming anything feel different?"

"It's been a week since the last Reaping," he replied as he sipped at the strong coffee. "The less I Reap, the more I taste food. Caffeine too seems to hit me and crash me harder. I assume it would be the same with alcohol or anything that could inhibit my senses."

"Interesting," she hummed softly as she finally settled on bagels and cream cheese. "I wonder if you could stop consuming souls entirely or would being too close to a body stop you from being able to stop."

"The thought of trying to not..." He paused as he heard almost metallic steps and a slight musical beat.

"I thought I smelled some great coffee!" Lúcio chirped as he practically swayed into the bus's kitchen. "Soldier won't wake up either. Old men these days," he hummed as he held out his coffee cup.

Sally laughed as she poured some of the brew. "Since you're awake, does that mean we need to move out soon?"

"He'll be pissed if we start without him being awake and in the car with me," Reaper grumbled. Him and Soldier: 76 gave up trying to hide their faces from the inquisitive DJ but they always hid their names. I bet he knows our real first names at least... I wonder... Reaper stared hard at the Brazilian but he gave no indication that the gaze bothered him yet alone that he knew or cared about their names. "If I got in the car alone, he'd assume I pulled a runner."

"I see," Sally said softly as she split a bagel with Lúcio.

"I wouldn't leave you behind, mi corazon," Reaper murmured as he reached out for her. It was one of the times he liked not having his clawed gloves on as he could feel her hand reach for him and clench his own. He rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand before continuing, "If you drive the car, he'd assume you pulled the runner or were backing out."

"And then he'd pursue me because he is so single minded about shit sometimes," she groaned lowly.

"About what?" a sharp voice barked before walking into the kitchen. "Is that..."

"I'll pour you some if you just sit your ass down," Reaper groaned. "It's too early to deal with you, Boy Scout."

"And you could cut it with a knife," Lúcio snickered as he started to spread cream cheese on his now toasted bagel.

"Even time apart couldn't change these two completely," Sally laughed as the two started glaring at each other. "At least we aren't far away from Hollywood."

"Home sweet home," Reaper hissed as he put down his coffee. "I'll be back."

"What are you...?" Soldier: 76 began but the kitchen door slammed. Sally shrugged as she resumed eating. "Aren't you going after him?"

"Give the man some space," she said as she motioned to him. "He isn't going to leave."

"How do you know that?" the white haired soldier asked seriously. "If you told me back then that he would..."

"Oh, stop getting hung up over that," Sally barked. "That shit happened years ago. He needs to get over it too but you as well!" She huffed as she poured some coffee for the soldier. "Don't give me that look. I've grown immune to it."

"It's not you he's giving the look to," Lúcio snickered as he tossed over some bagels to the older agent. "How long do you let the mercenary brood?"

Sally pursed her lips slightly. "He's not in the greatest mood to begin with." She paused slightly as she noticed Lúcio's curious look before continuing. "One of my dreams revealed some information pertaining to what Amelie has been passing onto us."

"Shit. Sorry," Soldier: 76 gruffly apologized. "I thought he was just being a moody fuck."

"You two have that effect on each other," Lúcio noted. "I may not have the full story like Miss Sally, but I can tell that there is something more."

"Friendship heavily salted by rivalry. Thankfully with a bit less hatred," the white haired man groused.

"Sounding oddly defensive there," the medic smirked. "Although hearing about less hatred does make me happy. Reaper is enjoying some of the time with you."

"Some of the time?" the former commander scoffed with doubt as he drank his coffee.

"Baby steps. He has to keep some of those sharp edges about him." She crushed her soda can and threw it away. "Keep him in line, Lúcio. I don't want them trying to kill themselves while in my car."

"Yes, madame."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Soldier: 76 protested loudly as he stood up but was merely yanked back down.

Sally had merely laughed at his antics as she walked out, intent in finding Gabriel. It was not unexpected to see him back in their room but instead of cleaning his shotguns, he was going over hers. "You know better than to be unarmed during these times," he scolded her softly as he carefully handed her the firearm.

"If something were to happen to me, I know you would protect me in the end."

"But who would protect you from me?" Reaper hissed darkly as he crossed his arms. He did not need leather or a grim mask to be intimidating but Sally did not flinch at his posture nonetheless. Instead, she came any closer. "I'm serious, woman."

"As am I." She wound her arms around him and he slackened slightly, relaxing in her touch. "As touching as it is to see you protective..."

"Feh," he scoffed but she saw the slight upturn of his lip.

"We have a DJ to transport and an old soldier to ditch afterwards," she winked playfully. "I don't want to join Overwatch and I suspect, neither will you."

"Becoming impervious at times to attacks does not mean I want to be on the receiving end of the dwarf's turret or the giant's hammer," the mercenary recalled. "My information indicated they rejoined as well."

"Oh they did?" Sally smiled slightly. "I always liked listening to them speak," she hummed as she reminisced.

"And why would that be?" Gabriel hissed.

She gave an awkward laugh. "Well, you know how in the States, we all made huge deals about accents and such... I bet even in California, you liked hearing an accent here and there."

"I could go home or record myself to hear an accent," he scoffed in annoyance. "You yourself are multilingual. Why the fascination?"

"Small town, remember? It was always nice to hear... Experience more things?"

"And am I another experience to check off the proverbial list?" he grunted before backing out of her grasp. "I'm grabbing Jack to get your car. Yes, I still have the keys. The Brazilian is taking the wheel of the tour bus as always. We should make it to Hollywood soon then you can have your precious experiences once you are in that vile city."

As Reaper used his Wraith form to exit the room, Sally's head had tipped slightly to the side in confusion. "Did I... miss something?" she spoke out loud before massaging the sides of her head. Even with faster than normal mental processing, she still frowned. "Does he think I'm with him for..."

Before she could finish her verbalization, she saw the darker youth enter the open room awkwardly. "So... Mr. Tall, Dark, and Edgy kind of dragged out Soldier to the car and revved up the engine. Are you ready to go?"

An impatient car horn preempted any response from the medic. "I don't think we have a choice, Lúcio." He snickered slightly and left towards the front of the bus while she rifled around in the room for her laptop. She dragged that towards the front of the bus and plugged in as he began to rev up the vehicle. "So, what tunes for the drive?"

He grinned brightly at the medic. "I can listen to my stuff whenever, Miss Sally. Let me hear some of your music for a change."

She shrugged and switched on her music player. "As you wish."

There was a slight crackle before the song began. "Once more I say good bye to you..."

Meanwhile, a certain gamer had finished adding that very song to the end of her stream. "Wow guys! That was some old music but pretty strong lyrics, isn't that right? Like, I didn't think I'd lose one of my gamer friends so harshly but tragedies happen in the least expected ways. Anyway, I'm going to end it on that note. Take care, guys! D. Va out!" She clicked a button and ended a stream before letting a frown take over her face. Marco was supposed to meet me at this concert... He was the last raid buddy I had left who could even be a challenge anymore.

Hana Song sighed as she walked out of her room. While many people saw the perfect gamer setup, sometimes she felt like it was a cage of technology and corporate endorsements. While she was glad to have a similar setup in many cities, at the same time the rigid exactness was grating. While sometimes in gaming, predictability was a good thing when it came to countering, in other ways, it was stifling her creative side. Huffing, she unlocked the window and pitched herself out of the townhouse. She chirped happily as she grabbed a clothesline and swung up slightly before landing on the ground. A kid who was walking nearby gasped in amazement. "Wow!" he squealed before running down the street.

The young Korean smiled before walking down the street. Without her distinctive face paint or outfit, she noticed no one paid her any attention which was a blessing. While she enjoyed the attention from her multitude of fans, sometimes it made the most basic of things difficult. Humming along to a song she heard in the distance, she gasped as she saw a poster for Lúcio's latest concern being posted. She ran up to the window with a big grin. While not an official poster, it was pretty good. "It looks hand drawn too or at least made on a specialized computer... I wonder..." She walked in and paused slightly as the clerk looked like he was in the middle of drawing something else. "Excuse me but..."

"One moment, miss." He flicked a button on his screen and D. Va noted it seemed to add an electrical effect to the picture he was creating. "Now, how can I help you?"

"Did you draw the Lúcio?" she squealed in anticipation. "How much is it?"

"Not for sale," he said before pressing another button to make the electrical effect pulse. "That work is for me alone to own and others to see. I have made other Lúcio inspired works..." He motioned towards a wall detailing many doodles of the celebrity musician, including a few cutesy works. "Those are for sale. Please respect an artist's wishes, Miss Song."

"How do you know..." D. Va internally panicked as she remembered her agent's words. Shit...

"I'd be a poor artist if I didn't know my subjects," the merchant winked before motioning towards another wall that was full of artwork of the diva gamer. "You aren't the only one but yeah. There you are."

"Oh sweet!" D. Va practically screeched as she ran over to the various artworks. She made sure to ignore the ones that portrayed herself with a more voluptuous (or polar opposite) body and focused more on the other works. "These are really awesome. What else do you..." She started to examine the art that she noticed the vendor was working on. "Is that of..."

"Sally Jones. A doctor who participated in Overwatch's Medwatch program. And..." His eyes started shining with hope. "My latest idol."

The gamer felt a sweatdrop run down the back of her head. "And why is that?"

"Think of it this way," he proclaimed dramatically. "Ordinary woman apparently isn't ordinary. She has..." he paused dramatically. "Electricity. She can perplex. She can zap. She can..." He stopped when he noticed that his audience had vanished. "Where did she..."

Hana Song though had just barely dashed around the corner outside and breathed a sigh of relief. "Well that was odd. I'll send an agent to buy stuff there instead of going myself," she murmured as she wiped off her brow. As if being summoned, a distinctive rhythm of beeps alerted her to her phone. "Yes?"

"That concert you want to go to, Miss Song," the agent drawled. "I believe he is here."

Her eyes widened with hope. "Lúcio is always so careful when traveling and is difficult to track down! How did you..." She stopped when a black bus drove past her closely followed by a pair of arguing men in unusual attire driving a very expensive car that the video gamer recognized as a Tesla. One had a dark hood partially draped over his his head, obscuring his face while the other was a white haired male who seemed to wore a perpetual frown. He reminds me of my dad... "Boram, I'll call you back." She hung up on the protesting agent before pressing a button on her watch near her MEKA activation alert. A bright pink motorcycle roared to life nearby and headed her way. Not even blinking, she flung over self onto it and revved the motor. "I need to see what that is about. I need... the excitement."

The roar of the automobile however did not go unnoticed despite Soldier: 76 and Reaper's bickering. "For the tenth time, that is not an authentic taco. Now..." Without missing a beat, he tapped carefully on the dash to alert his frenemy about their tail. "Let me explain to you again and hope you don't just tune it out."

"The blonde jokes won't stick anymore," he smirked back as he tapped a similar sequence back before slipping on his visor. "I don't know any local places. Not my turf, remember?"

"Because other than Hollywood when the UN dragged you there, you never really learned the area," he scoffed back as he tapped again with one of his clawed gloves. "Keep the visor on. Might see something useful."

"Well, it's not a threat yet," he chuckled as he reclined slightly. "Maybe the tour bus's camera can pull it up?"

"Maybe," Reaper murmured as he tapped into his phone for a moment.

"How do you not break your phone screen with those gloves?" Morrison blurted out to receive a searing glare despite Reaper being hooded.

"You're an idiot, Morrison. Now quiet." It was almost immediate when the phone picked up. "Sally. Cameras. Now."

"It's dangerous to use a phone and drive," she chided him slightly but the two men could hear the buttons of a laptop clicking away. "What am I looking for?"

"Rear camera. Our tail might realize we're onto her."

"Tail?" Her frown was audible as she growled in frustration. "Plate is foreign. I'll need to zoom in to read it."

"How many languages can you read?" Soldier: 76 grunted slightly.

"Well... Not this one. It's Korean," she groaned. "Never got around to learning it."

"There isn't any Talon bases in Korea. The Giant Omnics are too much of a problem for them to want to really stick around and establish anything there," Reaper pointed out. "And there were no prominent agent I can think of that..."

"How deep into Talon's infrastructure are you?" Soldier: 76 interrupted gruffly. "Because if you're holding back on me, no amount of prior friendship..."

"What is it you're saying? I'm not going to betray her but as for you..." Reaper hissed back as he began to reach for his shotgun. "I'm just saying I can't think of any agent that is a threat that..."

"But you're still familiar with their roster," the white haired soldier persisted. "And thus, if you let us know... Share some of that damn intel and..."

The threatening click of the shotgun made Sally growl over the phone. "You two are like children." She chose to ignore the snickers from Lúcio. "I zoomed in on the girl's face. Lúcio recognized her."

"But isn't it dangerous for him to look at a screen while driving?" Soldier: 76 drawled back and despite his annoyance, Reaper could not help but laugh. "Why the silence?"

"...Push him out of the car."

The white haired soldier raised an eyebrow. "Now that is really dangerous. He wouldn't really..." he paused as he noted the mercenary roll his eyes as he unbuckled his seatbelt while driving. "What the fuck?"

"I can't die from a simple car crash if I Wraith," Reaper grunted. "And if Sally really wants to risk her Tesla for the sake of sarcastic amusement..."

"Shit! No. Don't push him out of the car. Drive safe," Sally pleaded over the phone, barely drowning out Lúcio's laughter. "Anyways. The one following us is that D. Va girl. She is a celebrity through the internet and video gaming. That means no killing her, gentlemen."

"That wasn't my first thought," Reaper scoffed.

The other three mentally sighed. That really was your first thought.

"Anyways," the mercenary grunted in annoyance as he realized what the others were thinking. "Do we confront our tail or do we actually try to lose her? Ignoring her will draw more attention than either option. People famous through the internet sometimes do dramatic things to get the attention of those they want. That is the last thing we need. We already got a fame magnet driving the bus and we don't need another."

Soldier: 76 sighed but knew his old friend was right. "But who is she after? Lúcio? The tour bus is rather..."

"Obvious?" Sally chirped in.

"Flashy?" Lúcio added.

"Obnoxious," Reaper growled.

"Well yes," the gruff soldier admitted. "So, it really is out of our hands if she really wants to meet him. But how did she know he's on the bus? The windows are tinted."

Reaper glanced and shook his head at his comrade. "And once again, the concept of being covert, stealthy, or discreet eludes thee."

"Well, I'm sorry that I didn't end up in Blackwatch," the white haired man hissed lowly.

Lúcio started snickering over the phone. "Before Miss Sally attempts to glare you two quiet..." He did a sharp turn that was able to make the medic yelp in protest and cause the two fighters in the Tesla to curse. "I actually do want to meet D. Va."

"Damn it! This wasn't in the... WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU'RE DRIVING, REYES!" The white haired soldier borderline screeched as Reaper quickly pushed the brakes, fishtailing slightly before resuming guarding the tour bus. The man paled slightly as the car shook but that was nothing compared to the dangerous swaying of the motorcycle behind them driven by the Korean gamer. He decided to abandon the pretense of being oblivious to their tail and looked back at her. The steely, determined look in her eyes pulled at Soldier: 76's instincts and he found himself respecting the young woman. "She must be on pure adrenaline now," he mused softly.

"I'd recommend you look forward," Reaper warned him. "Otherwise, you could get whiplash."

"How would I...? Oh fucking hell," he swore as he saw the tour bus pull into a nearby parking lot and quickly stop. A shriek sounded from the still connected cell phone before the call finally was hung up. Knowing he had no other choice, Reaper drove the Tesla into the parking lot with a sharp turn. Morrison mentally thanked his friend for not letting him break his neck but massaged it just in case. "This better be worth it."

The tell-tale screech of the motorcycle parking caught their attention. Reaper scowled as he knew that approaching the situation with a gun in hand was a recipe for disaster. "I've read the file Talon has on her. Hana Song. She's a video gaming world champion from Korea with an extremely popular and followed stream. On top of that, she is a MEKA pilot who regularly faces off with the giant Omnics that plague Korea still to this day. She... could be trouble."

"We're a magnet for that," Soldier: 76 scowled as the young girl who took off her helmet and was smirking at the two men. "Shouldn't you be in school, young lady?"

Without his mask to hide his incredulity, Reaper's jaw dropped in a rather undignified manner visible to all. "Really Morrison? That's the first thing you say?" he hissed in utter disbelief.

She however did not seem fazed at all as she smiled winningly at both men. "I assure you, I completed my education. Unless, you really feel like getting schooled, Gramps?" she smirked, aiming her jab towards the white haired man.

Morrison however was less than amused as he clenched his teeth. "What was that, young lady?" he scowled in response. Reyes' snickers did not help his mood. "Want to add some snarky comment?"

"I'm perfectly fine in the background," the mercenary intoned. He turned his attention to the young gamer who was giving both men a calculating look. "What I'm wondering is what you are doing here, Hana Song?"

The brunette gave a wink before dramatically motioning towards herself. "You must be a true fan to know my name," she said with a smile that died the second she noticed how heavily armed the dark haired man was. Those two shotguns must have some serious damage output... "So... lovely weather we're having," she chuckled nervously before glancing at her watch. Shit. If I have to call in MEKA for a non-Omnic situation, I would get scolded. And the Gramps looked like he has a really big gun. Shit.

"I won't ask again," Reaper intoned darkly.

"Reaper," the white haired male said quietly but with a hint of command that made the other man bristle with agitation.

"What?" he barked. "Don't think I can't handle an interrogation?"

The Korean swallowed thickly at the sharp words. Interrogation? Me? "I'm just..."

"Following us around? What did you expect was so interesting that you could tail us?" Reaper pressed before lowering one of his hands to touch a shotgun. He noted the young girl's eyes widen on seeing the light glint off of his clawed gloves and smirked darkly. "I'm no amateur in this game. I have all day."

"She's just a kid," Soldier: 76 began but he found himself staring down the barrel of the infamous shotgun himself. D. Va yelped in alarm as Reaper's fingers rhythmically tapped at the gun, almost in boredom.

"If I wanted your fucking advice, I'd ask for it. Until then, zip it." He turned his face slowly and began staring down the now nervous Korean gamer. He looked completely unconcerned by the fact her eyes were essentially glued to the weapon that was still aimed towards the pale ex-commander. "Now then..."

Before D. Va's hand could twitch to her watch to call down a MEKA, she heard the tour bus door bang open and a blur practically fly out. Blinking her eyes, she noted the brown haired female dry heaving at the ground. "I'm so sorry, Miss Jones," a slightly accented voice pleaded.

Hana's eyes widened as she took in the image of a concerned Lúcio, patting the back of the woman with one hand while holding a bottle of water with the other. "Damn it, Lúcio. Who taught you to drive that way? And to try it with a tour bus..."

"Deep breaths. I suppose the saying is true that doctors are the worse patients," he tried to chuckled before he received a glare from the brunette. "I'm sorry?"

Sally gave a few dry coughs before glancing up and realizing that a shocked gamer and the two soldiers were looking at her with concern. "Well then..." she muttered as the gamer looked at her and recognized her judging by the gleam in her eye. "I hate being recognized," Sally muttered lowly.

"You get used to it," Lúcio beamed at the medic before stepping carefully past her towards the young gamer. D. Va's heart was racing as he held out his hand. "D. Va in the flesh, woo!" The Korean could not help but giggle at his apparent enthusiasm. "Can I get your autograph?"

Her eyes crinkled in joy and relief. If he's okay with these two guys and The Sally Jones, it must be fine. "Only if I can get yours too! I love your new album." Her eyes glanced towards the medic who was now leaning on the tour bus, gulping down water like it was god sent. "Is that... The Sally Jones?"

The medic groaned at having the article attached to her name. "Sally Jones. No The please. It makes me feel like some kind of weapon and I'm not so much a fan of that." She pressed the cold bottle to her forehead and waved off the dark haired man who was about to head over there in concern. "I'm fine. Fighting down the nausea."

Lúcio chuckled nervously as Reaper turned a dark glare to him. "Apologies, avô."

While the mercenary's eyes narrowed dangerously, he softened them when he heard the medic chortle. Finally, to Soldier: 76's relief, he lowered the shotgun that was still aimed at his throat and walked over to Sally. "You alright?" he asked quietly as he reached a hand towards her.

"Now I am," she smiled softly as she clasped her hand. She chuckled at the static electricity slightly zapping both of them. "And there is a spark between us."

He shook his head slightly but she caught the slight smile on his face. "So..." He glanced back towards the animately conversing celebrities. Jack Morrison was watching both carefully and sternly with his arms crossed. The slight tick on his head showing his annoyance at fending off protective father jokes from both youths. "Should we rescue him?"

Reaper looked thoughtful for a moment before smirking evilly at his friend. "Nah," he muttered as he leaned towards Sally and gave a peck to her forehead. She blushed slightly at the affectionate gesture. "We could always slink off. Lúcio has been taken to Hollywood and he'll be fine with D. Va. As for the asshole..."

"I can hear you two," the white haired man scowled as he stalked over to them. He pulled the couple close to himself and growled lowly. "If you dare leave me with these two..."

"Come on, old man." Lúcio swung an arm over the former commander's shoulders.

Despite his prior words, he could not help the bark of laughter that escaped him. "What could I talk to you all about?" He even motioned towards the couple. "These two are absorbed in their own world and you two..." He waved towards D. Va and Lúcio. "Have your stardom and talents to go on about."

"To be fair," the young Korean interjected. "Sally Jones is pretty much an internet sensation." Her words caused the medic to groan. "No lie! Lúcio's stream about you caused the amount of hits for your name to skyrocket! You even have fans."

"...What?" the medic choked out. "Fans? I have people who listen to my lectures and..."

"You have fan art," she clarified. "It looked pretty badass actually."

"Can't I ever escape attention?" she scowled downwards. "I'm lucky to not encounter anyone but..." She sighed. "My professional life is basically over. I can't ever hold another lecture, another talk... Anything!" She began to pace in irritation. "All everyone will care about are the volts I can control and the power they don't understand." As she walked, her hair frizzed slightly due to the static electricity running through it. "I..." She stopped and clenched her fists. "Now, no matter what I do..."

"The fact is that Talon is targeting you to some extent," Reaper finally interrupted, "means that this fiasco was bound to happen. Luckily for you, being able to control your powers to some extent mean you were able throw them off. I don't think they expected you to have that."

"So they expected me to be..."

"Excuse me but did you mention Talon?" D. Va spoke up. "This is a little bit shushed up but the Korean military suspects Talon of aiding the Giant Omnics indirectly. Deliberately sinking ships off the Korean shoreline." Reaper's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"From what I heard, at least five vessels in the last year alone were lost. The loss of ships were judged to be due to..."

"Omnics grabbing the ships and literally draggin them down. Tons and tons of weapons, power cores and such happen to be onboard there too?" The Korean tapped her head. "I might be a gamer but I can think you know! After a ship or two, it would be logical to stop sending ships along the coastline but it keeps continuing."

Soldier: 76 scowled. "So just their supply routes could tip a bit of a..."

"Fuck," Reaper roared as he reached for his phone. His clawed gloves almost scratched the screen in his haste. "Talon had a shipment that was due to arrive tomorrow..." He dialed swiftly before going into the tour bus.

The others stared blankly at him before the rest gradually looked towards Soldier: 76. "Get in. Safer and also, things like this shouldn't be discussed in the open. Young lady, disable whatever alarm your motorcycle has and I'll carry it in."

She raised her eyebrow inquisitively. "Can you even..." she asked as she pushed a button on her watch. Her eyes widened however as she saw with a couple grunts that the white haired man lifted the motorcycle. "Damn."

"He is pretty cool," Lúcio gave a low whistle as he was followed by the two ladies.

"Don't pull a back muscle," Sally called over. "If necessary, I'll check you over myself."

"That isn't necessary," the soldier responded gruffly as he placed the motorcycle inside. When the medic tried to approach him, he grabbed her shoulders roughly and kept her at a distance. "What did I just say?" he growled to her before turning away. "Go check on Reaper if you're so worried."

Sally frowned as she watched the former commander slink off to his room. I know things have been tense between us for a while but... why was he so hostile? It's not like I haven't seen him before anyway. Rolling her eyes, she headed towards the room her and Reaper shared while Lúcio and Hana continued to talk in the makeshift kitchen. She noticed the door was not closed and walked in, shutting it behind her. "Gabriel?" she asked quietly.

"I will kill you if you don't speak plainly!" the mercenary practically roared at his phone. "I have no patience for your riddles and mysteries, woman!"

Sally could barely catch the twinkling French laughter on the other end of the line and frowned. "Is that the medic? Open up a video chat. I want to see her."

"No." Sally blinked at the sheer vehemence in the tone. "There is no reason to..."

"Considering that on the Talon shipment I sent over something of her mother's..." the French woman spoke loudly, knowing that Sally could overhear. Sure enough, the medic practically choked on air at the proclamation. "Would you deny your woman?"

"Gabriel..." Sally spoke clearly. "Please."

"Dios mio," he muttered before bringing out a laptop and plugging in the phone into a slot on the side. He lifted the screen up and both former Overwatch members were staring at the smug mug of the assassin formerly known as Amelie Lacroix. "What is so important..."

"Relax, mon cher." The blue skinned woman smirked as she surveyed the screen. Her gun was laid across her lap as if it was a toy amusing her while she let her fingers tap against her cheek in amusement. She was reclining on a chair that had the effect of arching her back to make her figure seem more prominent without even trying. "This is of great importance."

"Let's hear her out and be done with it," Sally sighed lowly. "Let's just see how this day gets better and better." The mercenary scowled and clenched his fist but said nothing.

The French woman's smirk only grew more pronounced to the point even Reaper had to admit it looked rather preditorial. "See? I respect a woman who is ready to face the day," she gave a toothy grin. "Anyways. While unearthing more entries..."

"Besides the ones you sent us?" Reaper hissed in annoyance. "What are you holding out on us for?"

Widowmaker's cheshire smile dropped for a moment and Sally caught the flash of utmost rage present in the woman's eyes before they went glassy then blank. Odd, that seems familiar. Like when Mercy and I examined her.

"Monsieur, you forget," she hissed before all the steel in her voice evaporated immediately. "I owe you nothing. I am only affiliated with Talon. And while working with you is a sweet pleasure," she purred slightly, choosing to ignore the flared nostrils and narrowed glare of the medic. "I am under no obligation to help you." She waved airily before continuing. "The only reason I am is because it amuses me."

Sally was about to respond but Reaper intoned darkly. "We aren't playthings, Amelie."

The French woman's blue hue paled slightly before she flushed, the effect almost making her cheeks purple as her accent became very sharp and noticable. "I do not go by that name! Va te faire enculer!"

The medic glanced at Reaper and bit her lip. Widowmaker is losing her cool. This is unusual. From what Overwatch had on her afterwards to what Gabriel told me, this isn't her normal behavior. What is...

"If you aren't going to help us," Reaper continued as if not affected by the profane words. "We will do just fine. We don't need the journal entries."

Widowmaker sniffed with disdain. "You may be able to tell those lies flawlessly to ze members of Overwatch and that woman of yours but I've been around you long enough to know." She paused for a moment to look at them. "You might have found a way to find ze same information but to make it fair..."

"Make what fair?" Sally interrupted to Reaper's annoyance. He growled slightly towards her but she crossed her arms. The medic focused on Widowmaker who started to smile at having her prey's attention. "J'en ai marre. J'en ai ral le cul." She paced slightly. "You feed us information then turn enigmatic. I know you're not a good person. It's obvious. Whatever Talon did to you did not come from nothing, did it? There was some vile part of you that wanted to kill the person who loved and defended you so fiercely. To betray what he worked for. The others try to make you out to be a sweet person, but you never were. I can..."

"Oh? Psychological speculation from thee? I should be impressed," the sniper smirked. "I even fooled Angela Ziegler into believing I'm well enough to be admitted home but maybe the reason you could tell..." She giggled slightly, a sound that unnerved Reaper due to the hollow, emptiness of it. "You could tell because you are the very same. Some part of you is an electric monster wanting to be unleashed. Sympa." She glanced at her former comrade and smirked. "Il ne capte rein."

"Ta gueule," Sally hissed, her voice becoming hard. "You don't know..."

"I've read far more than I've revealed, ma cherie. You are so interesting."

"Arrête de te la péter," the medic ground out harshly. "I'm not in the mood to hear your showing off and arrogance."

"You want to kill, don't you?" Widowmaker pressed. "You had a taste of ze blood, no? Ze adrenaline? Or has ze sensations not returned yet? Pity." She glanced towards the testy Reaper, who was visibly irate at all the French words he was trying to mentally translate. "Teach her the ways of the murderer. She'll enjoy it as do you. And together, you could return."

"I've begun to tire of Talon and unlike you, I'm not a heartless murderer," he growled. "I do regret how things turned out."

"For you or Overwatch?" the French woman sneered in irritation. "Did you want to be a vile wisp that no one would ever touch?"

While Reaper swore under his breath in Spanish, Sally did not have the same restraint and instead, tightened her fist as she looked at Widowmaker. "T'es rien qu'un petit connasse."

Instead of being incensed, the woman gave a tight smile. "Regardless, Talon is aware that I sent something to Hollywood belonging to the mother of Salvation." Her French accent was bleeding away slightly as her voice became harder. "Follow up or not, I care not. Talon could retrieve what I lost. Au revoir!"

As the connection was cut, Gabriel turned to Sally and barely could stop himself from shaking her. "Why would you provoke a trained assassin like that? She could be assigned to kill you and I wouldn't be able to do a damn thing?"

"Why? Would you leave for Talon?" the medic retorted in irritation.

"No. Rather, she could target you in a moment I don't pay attention. A well trained sniper like herself doesn't make mistakes like at the convention. And did you really have to call her that?"

"Please tell me that wasn't the only French you picked up," Sally joked but then she sighed seeing a tick in Gabriel's jaw, showing his evident displeasure. "She pissed me off, Gabriel. And on top of that, is dangling something that might belong to my mother in my face. What can I do?"

The mercenary rubbed his forward in irritation. "I really hate your mother sometimes." He glanced at his phone and tapped a few buttons. "Well, we got to plan something fast. And we can't do it alone."

"I'm not stupid enough to try to steal from Talon in a small group," she added. "If they revoked any clearance you had..."

"Exactly." Opening the room's door, he exited towards the leisure room of the tour bus. The other three were playing cards to pass time. While Lúcio and D. Va were absorbed, Jack Morrison was very bored and he almost looked up in glee on seeing his former comrade very tense and agitated. "We have a situation. We need to capture a payload."

"I'm in," the soldier said immediately. "I'll need some details. The W's."

"Talon, information and items pertaining to Salvation's mother, according to the coordinates on a Hollywood stage, and apparently because Widowmaker is bored."

The two gaming youths paused in their game at seeing Reaper quickly rattle off the intel without missing a beat. "This almost feels like a spy movie," the Korean squealed.

"You don't know half of it," Lúcio laughed. "And it seems like you guys will need help."

"You aren't a soldier," the white haired man tried to say but he was waved off.

"I might not be a frontliner but I have seen my way out of tight scrapes. Rio de Janeiro, remember? I have city fighting experience and besides, three of you doing something exciting? I'm in."

"This could be good publicity for my stream..." D. Va began but she heard a shotgun being clicked ominously. "It'll be a good time to take the MEKA out for a spin," she laughed nervously as Reaper put away his weapon.

While he was concerned about being covert, he really did not give a damn if the other two youths died. He would feel bad about Sally's reaction but he would not lose sleep over it himself. "So we have five people. I've done missions like this with smaller numbers but if we had a sixth, it would be easier."

"Then you are in luck," a clipped voice proclaimed. Sally squeaked in alarm as it came from behind her. Her electricity hissed dangerously as she reached for her gun while the other two soldiers reached for their weapons. Lúcio fumbled for his sonic amplifier while D. Va reached for her pistol. "Konnichiwa, Sally-san. Egao ga suteki desu. I will be your sixth."