As soon as Fareeha turned the corner, her heart sank. It had just been as high as that peak of Gibraltar, but now it had come plummeting down to earth, her eyes widening, suddenly, at the scene before her. Up at the top of the rising slope, the brown garage door, which she'd been instructed to knock upon, was crumpled, though still on its hinges. It seemed as if it had been halfway open, then a flurry of kicks dinted it into a near-unrecognizable form.

Her mouth sagged as she started up the earthen ramp, catching more and more of the interior as she went along. Noticing more and more that the door wasn't the only thing damaged, her speed increased into a light jog up the slope, speeding up even further as she noticed a laptop in pieces.

Mei had explained its use; she'd definitely been here. As she entered the small cavern, Fareeha carefully surveyed her surroundings, trying to minimize her panic. If she'd been killed, she would have been here still- no, she was alive. Kidnapped. But why?

Fareeha stepped carefully into another room, peeking around the corner, almost as if expecting a body rather than a living person. Nothing. She sighed with relief, trying the next dug-out addition to this place. Maybe somebody knew what she was doing? She let them know all about this Junkrat fellow, and another guy, Roadhog, as well as their mischievous ways- perhaps they'd gotten on somebody's bad side and Mei was swept away?

Still, Fareeha's teeth clenched behind her lips. The whole place was empty, as least of humans. All over, scrap metal was strewn all over the place, as if it had been ransacked. She closed her eyes, steadying her heart rate, before reaching up to her ear.

"…Mercy?"

Some static, but her soft voice came through, "Your voice isn't convincing me that she was there."

"No," Fareeha sighed, "No, she's gone. Along with her two 'captors-turned-pals'. If they'd taken her somewhere, their place wouldn't be absolutely trashed."

Silence came from Angela's end of the line, her voice finally escaping, weakly, "Any leads?"

Fareeha groaned, hiding her face in her hand, knowing what her answer meant, "No."

She might as well be lost in the middle of the ocean, only this time, she probably wouldn't have the luck of reaching out to Overwatch from her captivity. Mei was lost to the desert sands, with zero to no hope of finding her, save for spending months going from Junker base to Junker base, and even then there was little chance.

"Sweetheart?" Angela's voice came through, gently.

Fareeha lowered her head, seeking resolve, "I'll start looking again. Hopefully I can find a clue here, but I can't spend too much time on it if I'm ever going to find her. Maybe her captors are still on the road."

She eyed a desk underneath a slit segment of rock, the sunlight pouring into the small room, little specks of dust and dirt floating in its rays. As Fareeha suddenly turned around, the particles blew away into nothingness, her feet weakly taking her back to the door.

"I'll find her."

Angela couldn't say much, but with Fareeha's comm system still on, she remained in her ear. Stepping out of the room, Fareeha sauntered out, her eyes glued to the floor as she hunted for clues. Suddenly, a shadow entered the edge of her vision, her body jumping back in recoil, her hand hurrying for her weapon. A large man stood where the garage door should have been, his body as still as if it were a mannequin.

She hadn't removed her rocket launcher from its holster, though her hand slowly left its shell as she eyed the man, perceiving him not as a threat, her voice low, "Friend or foe?"

He didn't reply, his head lowered as he watched the area, blankly, as if shaken by the destruction. He wasn't blank because he had no emotion, though; Fareeha slowly realized that his face was blank because there was a mask there.

"…Roadhog?"

The man remained still, though as if speaking his name calmed her, Fareeha eased herself, sighing quietly under her breath, "Man, you almost had me at a fright."

Roadhog's ears perked as he heard her, his eyes glancing over toward her as she walked back into the main room, "I'm looking for Mei. Do you know who took them?"

The man began to move, slowly, toward the couch, leaning over a nearby stool. He pulled out a small contraption that had been nearly dismantled. Fareeha peered over, noticing the motor in his hands, curiously, as he surveyed it, quietly.

It'd been fixed, he knew, before somebody had come and torn it apart. Mei had kept her promise, at least, she had, before these horrible people had come around and taken her. He remained there, evenly, despite the emotions building within him.

"Okay," Fareeha muttered, "I'll try and find them. I need to get out while the convoy should still be moving. If I can limit my search area to the first-"

"South," Roadhog answered quietly, "Melbourne is south from here."

Fareeha watched him skeptically, though if she were to follow his instruction, she'd have about as much chance, regardless, as any other plan, at the very least. She nodded to herself, making her way out from the small cavern, turning back to him as she exited.

"Thanks," she spoke up, "You know, Mei mentioned you a lot. She admires things that are big but gentle. She had a thing about dogs when she was a kid, I guess. I'll make sure she gets back safe."

She turned before pausing once more, "Oh, and you had a friend, right? I'll keep an eye out for him; hopefully he can look out for himself better than she can."

Finally, she took the last few remaining steps, kneeling down as she prepared to take off, quickly examining what energy she had left in her thrusters as a voice rang out in her ear, "Go get 'em, tiger."

Fareeha shut her eyes, before disappearing in an explosive haze, her thrusters petering out with a roar. Roadhog didn't bother turning to watch, simply dropping the motor he'd actually come back for, not expecting it to have been completed. His eyes rose, suddenly, toward a back room, worriedly.

He quickly walked back into the depths of the cavern, grasping at the door's threshold to turn the corner, his eyes suddenly going wide. Daisy was gone. Suddenly, his head whipped back toward the open garage door before he began to make his way out again, stopping to grab a box, hidden behind one of the cabinets. As he left, he rummaged through the container, every bit of scrap inside having been painted with red streaks over them.

He knew she was going to need help.