~11~

GENJI

"No they don't, Genji." Angela shook her head, her eyes wide with surprise at my immediate reaction. "Gabriel's strike team isn't even final yet. Jack still hasn't allowed him full permission."

"No Angela, it is final." I interrupted solemnly, meeting her eyes. Gods, her eyes were beautiful.

I blinked that thought away. Her face was flustered. I was silently hoping the dim lit room hid my heated cheeks. "How do you know. Did Jack..." Angela whispered.

"Yes. He did approve already. Did he not tell you, doctor?" I asked her, my dark eyebrows raised.

"No, he didn't." She half yelled. She narrowed her eyebrows, glancing at the open hospital room door. A nurse who walked past lowered her eyes, and looked at her feet, not daring to meet Angela's eyes. She shuddered with anger. "Genji, think about what you've decided for yourself! I'm not supposed to make your decisions, but I do feel that the decision to join Blackwatch was a bad decision." She crossed her arms, giving me an intensely accusative glare. I looked down at my metallic legs, guiltily.

"I think it was the best course of action for me..." I say, earning the courage to look directly into Angela's fierce glare. "I believe-"

"IVE SEEN THEM TRAIN, GENJI! They're merciless. They practically destroy the training omnics. I don't want to even think about what they'll do to people outside of the base." Angela practically screamed at me.

She was not ok with this. Why? Overwatch wouldn't have any use for me. With the right training I would be able to do the things I could do when I was completely flesh and bone. I could possibly even do it better with my metallic body.

I decided to take it easy and stay calm with Angela. "I will start training with Commander Gabriel Reyes tomorrow morning."

She let out an exasperated sigh at that, "But you're useless unless you know how to walk! I was scheduled to help you get the hang of it today, but you had to go off and make this insensitive decision! Do you even know what you're getting into?"

Now it was my turn to snap. "I do." I spat, furrowing my eyebrows. "And I think it is the most rational decision I've made in my useless life. I want to do something right for a change. This is my way of doing it.

"I begin training tomorrow morning." I repeated.

Angela didn't say anything for awhile. She just looked down at her feet, her jaw moving as if she wanted to say something but was holding back. "Well I'll probably see you back in here in the future then." She huffed. She spun on her heel, stomping out of the room. She shut the door quite loudly, and I could hear her grumbling to someone outside. The voices eventually got quieter as she got farther and farther away from my room.

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. I wouldn't be getting out of this situation anytime soon.

I wondered for a long time what Angela thought of me. I guess I know the answer to that now. I thought about this until I fell into a restless sleep.

Commander Reyes walked into my hospital room early in the morning, waking me from my slumber.

I yawned, and greeted him.

He smiled, grimly, and offered me his scarred hand. "Let's get you up and moving, buddy."

I took his hand, throwing myself up out of the bed. I wobbled, finding my balance. I tried bending my legs, but they reacted more sensitivity then I'd anticipated. I almost fell over many times, trying to find where I could place my feet. It was like learning to walk all over again.

Gabriel steadied me, after the literal 100th time I'd almost fallen. His hands gripped my metal plated shoulders. "Easy there." He said, snickering. "Why don't I help you until you get the full hang of it."

I nodded, and he wrapped my arm around his shoulders, and helped my walk down the hall. If I stumbled, he would keep pulling me forward. Reyes was a strong man. All muscle.

I tried matching his walking rhythm and slowly began to walk in a smoother motion. I lowered my arm from his shoulder, and he loosened his grip on mine.

I stumbled clumsily down the main hallway and into the training prep room.

"There you go!" Commander Reyes said, clapping me on the shoulder as he pushed the large metal door open.

The prep room was like a locker room, but it was much bigger. It contained large "locker" sort of cages with every agents's supplies. I spotted Angela's. Under her name it was labeled "Mercy". Her locker contained a blue metal armored jumpsuit. Accompanying the admin was a detachable pair of wings, blue boots, and white gloves which had syringes sticking out of pockets in the gloves. The syringes had some sort of glowing yellow concoction in them. A blue tool belt hung from a hook at the top of the locker. It contained a gruesome looking pair of pliers and other surgical tools.

An image of Angela pulling one out of the pocket and injecting a severely injured comrade with it flashed through my mind. I shuddered.

My eyes graced over the other sets of equipment. A brutal looking hammer was crammed into a large cage, resting aside a very large set of armor. It was almost as tall as the room. And it was the same blue as the other pairs. Accept for four others.

"That big one is Reinhardt's uniform." A heavily southern accented voice came from the entrance to the training arena. I snapped my head towards the direction of the voice. A young man, a little older than me stood leaning against the metal doorframe.

He smirked, giving me the impression that he was the cocky type of person. "Names Jesse." He said, clicking his boots together, one at a time. "Jesse McCree."

I frowned, "The criminal?"

McCree paled. Then his lips curved into a smile and he laughed, one hand splayed out on his black chest plate. "Didn't know you knew that. Where did ya hear about me? Am I that famous?" He leaned in, sarcastically interested.

"It was all over the Japanese news. Some of your gang had raided one of the nuclear bases in New Tokyo." I reported, remembering my dad's uninterested expression as he listened to the radio in the hover car.

"Ah." McCree sighed, a distant look in his auburn eyes. He removed his hat and polished it's large Blackwatch logo with the black cloak wrapped around his shoulders. "The Deadlock gang. I left them for my own good. Blackwatch gave me a second chance."

He reached into his pocket, but didn't pull anything out of it.

"Welcome to Blackwatch, anyway." He hastily said, replacing the dark hat back atop his dark haired head. "I'm exited to train with you."

He turned around and left with the door sliding behind him.

Gabe followed soon after. "Your stuff is in the locker aside Mercy's — Angela's. If you have trouble fitting into it, Moira would be glad to help." He said before the sliding door cut off the prep room and the arena once again.

I turned back towards the lockers on the far side of the wall. I walked over to them, no longer wobbling that much. I felt confident in my walking skill, so I tried out a jog to finish the distance.

Not horrible. Accept for the fact that I tripped and fell straight on my face as soon as I reached my locker. I pushed myself slowly off the floor, and jumped up, balancing on the balls of my feet.

I stared into my locker. In it, contained a helmet that was able to connect me to a blood supply, which snapped snugly over my hair, as well as a mask. I snapped that on, and took a deep breath. A robotic breathing noise filled my ears. I shuddered. At least there was an oxygen mask with the kit.

I opened the latch on my right arm and loaded it with the shurikens placed in a metal drawer in the locker. I could fit up to 12 shurikens in my arm at once. The problem was, how to throw them.

I'd figure that out during training.

I strapped a sword over my back. The sword was almost as tall as me. Another, which was much shorter, and resembled a small katana, I placed in a hook on my left leg. Sheath and all.

I took a deep, airy sounding breath before jogging steadily over to the sliding door, and walking into the cold training room.

The four dark figures standing in the back of the room turned around from their huddled position, and walked over to me. They were all grinning.

"Hello, Genji." The tall woman standing on the far right of me said. She extended her arm. Her long fingers were intimidating. Her voice was really low and elegant like. Now I understand why Angela finds her creepy.

I shook her gloved hand.

"I am Moira O'Deorain." She introduced herself. Her thin lips curved into a sly smile. "I'm glad to be working with you. You must have already met Jesse and Commander Reyes." She smoothed back her bright red hair, and grinned a toothy grin.

"Yes I have." I replied.

"Well then." She said, glancing at Gabe. "Let's get started then, shall we?"

I nodded sharply, once.

"Yes, lets." Gabe said, smiling at Moira. "Oh and Genji."

"Yes, Commander?"

"Welcome to Blackwatch."