Reaper followed the lilac woman in front of him, watching her take down a Talon watchman silently from behind. They slowly maneuvered through the tight corridors of Talon's main compound, their forms crouching almost indefinitely for the entirety of the operation. They came across a terminal, guarded by two Talon soldiers.

"If we could get our hands on that terminal, then maybe we can find Angela's exact location." Widowmaker suggested as she peered from the wall.

"Yeah, but how are we gonna get past those two without triggering the alarm?" Reaper replied, shooting her a cold stare.

"There's no harm in using your fists is there?" Widowmaker responded, swinging her rifle across her back. Reaper cracked his knuckles and chuckled.

"Guess not."

Both of them nodded and dashed from their cover, quickly catching the two guards off-guard – they never stood a chance.

"Right…" Reaper said as he walked towards the terminal, his taloned fingers working into the system.

"Damn…" Reaper cursed as he slammed his fist.

"What is it?"

"They changed the passwords, uugh. Where's Sombra when you need her?"

"Sombra? I never liked her much in the first place."

"She's the one who gave us the information about Angela's capture." Reaper responded, glancing from the terminal to the woman beside him.

"Hmph, all the more reason to think this was a ruse."

"I trust her Amèlie, I know this because she has multiple purposes and not just a loyal dog of Talon."

"And do you know what these purposes are?" Widowmaker replied as she crossed her arms.

"I would prefer not to know." Reaper responded as he continued to attempt to break into the terminal.

"Tch! We'll be here forever at this rate." Widowmaker scoffed as she moved Reaper to the side casually. Her fingers moved quickly and precisely, the characters formed neatly and the terminal was open.

"The fools didn't think that I wouldn't know?" Widowmaker laughed as she accessed the prisoner files.

"You some kind of IT expert now?"

"Well, if you were one of Talon's top operatives. You would get a glimpse into Talon's emergency security codes. Not hard to do. The fools didn't even bother to change it once you brought me back."

"Hmph, yeah. Seems a little bit careless though."

"Aha! Found her, detainment center cell 14. Lets move quickly." Widowmaker barked, quickly dashing towards the exit.

"Amèlie wai-" Reaper shouted, but it was no use. Once her mind was set to something, it seemed like she was determined to do it. The wraith trailed after her, dodging the searchlights and patrolling guardsman around the compound. It felt like a maze, even though they had crossed the corridors and alleyways of the compound countless times. Yet the dark, gloomy atmosphere spired around the monstrous infrastructure, something Reaper hasn't picked up until now. They were rats scurrying through the courtyard, they were survivors.

"Here we are…" Widowmaker smiled. They planted their backs against opposite sides of the entrance.

"It looks like every other building on this floating fortress." Reaper growled.

"Most likely to conceal what they're doing to their prisoners." Widowmaker replied, opening the doors.

They walked down the dark corridors and came across a pivot point.

"Cell 14 is just down this corridor." Widowmaker mentioned, peering from the wall. "Sssh, I hear something."

The voices echoed from the open cell door.

"How do we get this suit off?" A talon guardsman frustratingly asked.

"Fuck off, Scheißekopf!" A feminine voice cried out, the chains rattling throughout the building.

Widowmaker looked back at Reaper.

"Lets go…now!" Reaper roared, dashing from the wall and rushing into the open cell.

"Hey what the-" The soldier stuttered before a clawed gauntlet grabbed him by the face and smashed his head into the wall. The second raised his rifle, however Widowmaker was around the corner and choked him from behind. The room was quiet, and the first thing the Valkyrie saw was the two former Talon agents, rendering the soldiers whom tried to rape her unconscious.

"Y-you…" Mercy slowly ascended her head to look into the hollow pits of Reaper's mask.

"Murderer…" She muttered, spitting at his feet.

"Angela…" Reaper whispered to himself, catching the Valkyrie's attention.

"H-How do you know my name?" She asked, her pale face turning paler.

"Angela." Widowmaker butted in, removing the shackles with the key the unconscious soldier was carrying.

"How do you both know my name?!" Angela demanded, retreating herself until her back pressed against the wall.

"It's me, Amèlie!" Widowmaker assured her, causing the Valkyrie to pause and drop her jaw. Mercy walked closer towards her and cupped her hands around Amèlie's face, tears building in her eyes.

"Amèlie…? Is that you?"

"It's me…" Amèlie smiled, turning her head towards the Reaper – who folded his arms and looked away.

"You see, this is-" Amèlie began but stopped, Reaper shot a cold glare towards her – shaking his head, demanding her to stop right there.

"…this is Reaper, he saved me from Talon's clutches."

"Him?! Saving? I'm sorry Amèlie, but I find that very hard to believe."

Reaper scoffed and turned around, "We're leaving…now."

Amèlie hung Angela's arm around her neck, supporting her upper body and slowly shuffled the exhausted Valkyrie through the door, the wraith stalking closely in front of them. As they moved through the dark corridors, Mercy scratched for words.

"How does someone end up like you? A mercenary for hire, a kill count that rivals military records. What happened to you?"

Reaper stopped in his tracks and turned around, reaching his taloned hands around the collar of her Valkyrie suit, Amèlie struggled and shrieked as he pressed her aside. He pushed her against the wall, the hollow pits of his mask staring into her steel blue eyes.

"You tell me…doc." His grip tightening around her collar, her face awing with fear and distraught. Widowmaker stepped in abruptly, grabbing his arm and pushing him away.

"Reaper!" Her eyes glinting towards him. Those eyes again, making him vulnerable once more.

"We did not come here to hurt her…" Amèlie argued, once more securing the Valkyrie over her shoulders.

"Sorry…" Reaper ached, glancing one more time towards the doctor. His anger burning through his skin.

All of a sudden, a blaring red noise circumvented throughout the entire compound. The alarm was tripped. Emergency shutdown doors trapped the three individuals inside the detainment center.

"What? How?" Reaper questioned, looking back at the two women.

Amèlie arched her eyebrow, making a remark.

"This place is under attack…" Amèlie said, the earth quaking solemnly beneath them.

An explosion could be heard off in the distance, the venting of heavy, metallic armour cruising through the area. Rocket propelling amendments smashed through concrete, stone and men. The shrieks and cries of Talon guardsman echoed throughout the compound. The doors quickly busted down, revealing the silhouettes of three distinct figures.

"Wunderbar!" The largest of the silhouettes roared, steam venting from his heavy armour. The mist from the shattered stone, concrete and reinforced steel cleared. Revealing the discrete characters in their form. There stood the Crusader, the Soldier and the Pilot.

"Mercy!" The Soldier shouted, his visor glaring a bright red. The cheerful Pilot suddenly turned pale at the sight of Widowmaker, halting the three in their tracks.

"You!" Tracer yelled, pulling out her pistols and aiming them directly towards the sniper. Amèlie retracted herself, the Valkyrie still planted closely next to her.

"Let her go assassin!" The Soldier demanded, his pulse rifle carefully positioned towards them.

"I don't think so…" Reaper abruptly interfered, planting himself in front of the women.

A hand reached over his shoulder, causing the Reaper to peer over it. The sniper looked up to him, shaking her head.

"This has gone on long enough Gabriel…it's time they know." She whispered.

Reaper glanced back towards the Overwatch agents, his fists balling with rage. He grunted as he painfully agreed, for Amèlie's sake. Widowmaker shuffled the Valkyrie towards the Overwatch agents, her face becoming more distinct with every step.

"Is zhat…?" Reinhardt stuttered, "Amèlie?"

The Soldier and the Pilot took a closer look, their weapons steadily lowered. Their emotions changing drastically.

"Amèlie!" Tracer shouted, awed by the fact that she hadn't realised this earlier despite being centimeters apart from their previous encounter. The soldier shook his head, dashing towards the women and supporting Amèlie into carrying the fallen Angel. Reaper followed begrudgingly behind them, halted by the massive Crusader.

"Your veapons, murderer…"

Reaper's taloned claws reached into his trench coat and pulled out his engraved hellfires, placing them into the massive paws of the German knight.

"Your actions are unforgivable, you've devastated zhe vorld vith your killing spree."

Reaper grumbled, as they entered the rusty, blue and white Overwatch hovership. Bringing him devastating flashbacks.

Widowmaker and Reaper sat in one corner of the hovership, under the close sentry of the burly German. Angela was placed under the Soldier's care and Tracer was busy directing the old hovership back towards wherever they were going.

Reinhardt was lenient with the woman sitting next to the wraith, opening up towards her with thoughtful conversation, and neglecting the mercenary next to them.

"I cannot believe zhat it's really you Amèlie! Talon are slippery schweines!"

"Heh, they really are Reinhardt. You haven't changed a bit, aren't you getting too old for this?"

"Me? NEVER!" The German roared with laughter. Meanwhile the wraith kept his gaze towards the couple on the opposite side of the ship.

"Take this Angela, it'll make you feel better." The soldier offered. Mercy smiled, "I thought I was the doctor here…"

Reaper scoffed, folding his arms and leaned back.

"And how did you ever escape from Talon's clutches?" Reinhardt questioned, his curiosity surprisingly peaked for a man of his age.

"Well…he saved me." Amèlie pointed towards the wraith. Reinhardts expression turned sour.

"Really?" The German mumbled in a deep tone, the grip around his hammer tightened. "My apologies Amèlie, but I find zhat very hard to believe."

"It's the truth Reinhardt, I owe him my life…"

"If you say so…" Reinhardt conceded giving the wraith a hostile look. The Reaper returned the glare.

Reaper folded his arms and looked to the ceiling, repeating compelling words.

"Overwatch…I'll put an end to your sad story."


Watchpoint Gibraltar 9:57pm

The hovership landed over the pad, the doors to the vehicle slid down and the passengers disembarked. The Soldier, Tracer and Mercy went off to the main building. Amèlie and Reaper were left alone under the guardian of the Crusader. The watchpoint's old lighting systems creaked and stuttered; however it served its purpose.

Amèlie opened up, "How did you find Talon's main headquarters and manage to get away so quickly?"

"Ve had an anonymous tip, informing us zhe capture of Angela. However it did seem very strange of zhe lack of personnel."

"Did you receive a bright purple skull over one of your display screens?" Reaper suggested, capturing the attention of the Crusader.

"I suppose, zhis informant is an accomplice of a murderer?"

"Hmph, try me old man."

"At zhe moment, Overwatch is in zhe process of rebuilding itself. And after vhat you presumably did for Amèlie…I suppose ve vould have to tolerate you."

"Appreciated." Reaper grudged, "I swear I'll be a good little scout."

"Zhe sarcasm is strong isn't it?"

"Reinhardt…Reaper, please. Reinhardt, he won't hurt anyone. Try to trust him."

The crusader scoffed and shrugged.

"I could trust him, as long as his veapons are vith me."

"Whatever, I can find my way around this old tomb." Reaper edged, walking towards the compound.

"You look after her old man." He turned staring at Amèlie, finally – she was where she belonged. Not the way he intended, but she was finally safe amongst good company.

"Reaper!" Amèlie shouted, the wraith turned and gave her a halting look. She succumbed to it and allowed him to continue his path.

"You seem very attached to a vicious mercenary Amèlie…vhy?"

Amèlie paused and turned her head towards the Crusader, "Because he's not what you think…" Tears brimmed in her eyes.

"He's not a killer, he's not a mercenary…he's a man. A human being like everyone else."

Time passed and Reaper stalked the old corridors, taking a quick glance towards the section where he encountered Winston, the ape was still working in there, and Reaper had no intention of visiting him – quickly passing through the area. The atmosphere changed, for years it had the vibe of hope and justice – traits in which Overwatch held for the entirety of its service, but now it was anything but hopeful.

"Ana…" He muttered as he continued through the abandoned corridors.

"Angela…"

"Reinhardt…"

"Torb…"

He stopped halfway through the passageway, as the distant doors in front of him slid open. The form of the soldier revealing himself through.

"Jack…" Reaper finally whispered.

The soldier stopped, facing the wraith. Tension built as the two walked closer together, their views clear and defiant. The silence hung a little longer before the Soldier finally spoke.

"Mercenaries like you belong in a cell…I heard your little conversation with Reinhardt while we were on the ship. I neglect to say thank you, but I appreciate your actions with recovering Amèlie. That's probably the only reason you're not locked in chains – because she trusts you."

The wraith stood silent, his eyes sealed onto the enhanced soldier with an entrancing glare. The Soldier sighed and brushed past the wraith, continuing his path.

"You remind me of someone…" Reaper growled, turning around and facing the back of the Soldier.

"The way you talk, the way you hold that toy of yours…vigilantism would be something he would do."

The Soldier paused and turned to face the Reaper, his visor blaring a bright red.

"Hmph…" The Soldier scoffed, "And I only know one other person who duel wields shotguns…"

"So it is you…" Reaper growled, his fists clenching.

The Soldier reached for his rifle, the weapon primed and loaded.

"You should've stayed dead Reyes…" The Soldier's finger itched against the trigger, the wraith fuming black mist.

"Yeah…" Reaper growled as he cracked his knuckles.

"But you took everything away from me…even your girlfriend refused to grant me a clean death."

"Leave Angela out of this! We have nothing together! It's just you and me! Angela tried to save your pathetic ass and you blame her? You should be thanking her dammit!"

"What's there to thank…?" Reaper questioned, his voice graveled and scratched against his throat. His body created more mist and shadows; he lifted his arm – the shadows surrounding it with a snake like figure.

"LOOK AT ME!" Reaper shouted as the mist travelled through his body, "IS THIS WORTH THANKING?!"

"Reyes…" The Soldier muttered, lowering his weapon.

"YOU JUST HAD TO BE THE FUCKING BOYSCOUT, DIDN'T YOU!?" Reaper roared, his echoes travelling throughout the empty corridors.

"Gabriel...I- This isn't the point! The Omnic Crisis is over Gabriel; we don't have to fret anymore. We can start again, together…even after everything you've done. We can still fix this."

The wraith shook his head.

"Still blaming everything on me, huh? 'After everything you've done.' You fucking serious?" Reaper turned his back and walked towards the doors.

"It doesn't matter, just stay out of my way. And hope we never cross paths again." Reaper growled, sliding the doors open and closing behind him. Leaving the lonely Soldier to his thoughts.

The wraith continued his journey through the place he once knew. The technology was surprisingly well taken care of; most likely Winston kept the place polished and functional. The clattering of equipment sounded off a nearby room, the door slightly open.

Reaper peered slowly inside to find the Valkyrie tinkering away like she always has. Reaper's gauntlet laid on the door, hesitant to push it further. Mixed emotions passed through his system. Rage mixed with old memories tortured his mind. The wraith took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"You don't have to worry about me Jack…" The Valkyrie mumbled, her back still facing the wraith.

"I told you…" She began to turn, "I'm fi-"

Mercy paused, her arms pressed against the bench she was working on, her face switching from a cheerful smile, to an anxious curl. The Reaper was silent, his head turned around the room observing the well planned medical room.

"What do you want?" Mercy muttered, fear hanging behind her throat. The wraith paced closer towards her, to the point where she was leaning back – intimidated by the towering Reaper. He looked down at the Valkyrie, his hands shifting with anxiety. He extended his arms, as if he was about to hug her…or hurt her. He really didn't know, and by the look of Angela's face he would presume she would think what most people would think.

"Stay back!" She ordered, her fragile form curling from the wraith.

It was just as he had thought…he's a monster. The Reaper retracted his arms and stepped away from the Valkyrie, sighing.

"This…Jack, must be someone you care for if you assume his name at the first instant." The wraith spoke, his voice graveled and succumbed.

"You should be in a cell, and stay away from him." Mercy cried.

"It's been a while Angela. I apologise for what happened back at Talon's headquarters. I was never known for my temper."

They both stood silent, unsure from what's the come of this. Mercy was unsure of Reaper's motive and he was not sure of what to do next.

"Only my closest friends in Overwatch call me by my real name…" The Valkyrie began, sitting herself up and walking closer towards the wraith.

"Hmph, I forgot…she always was the perceptive one." Reaper thought to himself.

"Who…are you?" Mercy asked, her hand reaching towards the wraith's mask.

The wraith stood silent and slowly turned his back towards her, walking towards the exit.

"You know my name…my codename, and you show very long history with me. However I've done nothing to you."

Reaper stopped, peering over his shoulder.

"Don't overthink it too much, you and I will meet again under different circumstances. You have a lot to answer for what you did to me…Ange."

And with that the Reaper closed the panels to the door, continuing down the dark corridors. The Valkyrie stood still, her jaw dropping to the sudden realization of whom the man behind the mask might be.

"No one ever calls me Ange…except…"

The steel blue eyes of Mercy glinted from the tears slowly building, she shook her head in disbelief. She was never emotional, but now…it seemed necessary to be nothing but emotional.

"Gabriel…" She whispered beneath her breath.

The Reaper found himself outside the main compound, looking across the field he could see Tracer, Amèlie and Reinhardt hanging about the main courtyard. They looked like they were discussing something, though Tracer may still be on edge from Amèlie considering past events, however it seemed she was fully convinced that Talon's top Assassin has indeed reverted to the woman they all once knew. The same could not be said for the wraith himself. He's only here for Amèlie's sake, Overwatch will never be forgiven…but for the time being this is the only place where she will be safe.

Reaper walked slowly towards the group, their heads turning towards him, as he got close. No one except Amèlie seemed to scowl at him.

"Vhat do you vant?" Reinhardt barked, his hand gripping his hammer tightly.

Reaper stood silent, folding his arms as he looked at Amèlie.

"Oi, doesn't black leather get a little bit steamy in this weather?" Tracer jested, however the wraith was not amused.

"It's night…and no it doesn't." Reaper replied.

"Zhere vill be a meeting here in zhe morning regarding Overwatch's future. Vinston's recall has only rallied Tracer, Jack und me. Zhe rest are still scattered across zhe vorld. I long for the day when Overwatch returns to combat!" Reinhardt gossiped with Amèlie, he was always open hearted – even with Gabriel.

"Well shit, I guess Jack and Angela are gonna be there too." Reaper thought to himself as he clenched his fists.

"Is he going to be there as well?" Tracer remarked, zipping next to the Reaper.

The wraith grumbled and looked towards the Crusader with a glare.

"I suppose, zhough I'm not sure I vould recommend a murderer to attend our meetings."

Amèlie butted in, "It's fine Reinhardt, he won't cause any trouble. I promise."

"I hope your judgment is right Amèlie love. You can't be too careful these days." Tracer said, cheerfully heading towards the main compound and yawning in the process.

"It's late you lot, come on – we'll show you where you can sleep."

Reaper and Widowmaker followed the cheerful Pilot, tailed by the burling Crusader. The agent's quarters was the obvious location of where they were going, the Reaper was designated to his old room, Amèlie across it.

"Zhat room belonged to a murder and a traitor, much like yourself. It seems fitting zhat you vould inherit it." Reinhardt grudged, opening the door to his quarter, which was stationed next to his. Reaper rolled his eyes.

"If only you knew…" He whispered.

"Looks like we'll be next door neighbors Amèlie. Don't worry love, if you need anything just ask me." Tracer saluted with a cheerful smile.

"Merci." Amèlie smiled back and watched as the British woman walked into her room and closed the door.

Widowmaker and the Reaper stood alone just outside their rooms. They looked at each other with warming glances. Amèlie walked over to the wraith subtle with a question.

"When are you going to reveal yourself Gabriel? You can't remain a secret for much longer." The woman asked.

"Jack knows who I am already from pure speculation, and Angela's probably caught on by now. I guess I'll do it at the meeting I guess, if the monkey doesn't tear me apart first."

Amèlie chuckled placing her hand over his shoulder.

"I'm sure that whatever you did to Winston, he'll forgive you."

"I tore up his lab and attempted to retrieve the agent files from the system, not to mention the occasional shotgun pellets that pierced his armor and fur."

"Well…I suppose you should just give it time." Amèlie smiled planting a kiss the side of his mask.

"Good night, mon amor." She said as she opened the door and closed it behind her.

Reaper looked at the ground, smiling in turn.

"Good night Amèlie."

Reaper entered his room, surprisingly well taken care of. Everything was left, as it was when he was stationed here. The bed was tidy and the furniture was polished, specks of dust and spider webs were here and there however it wasn't something to be particularly stressed about.

Reaper placed his clawed fingers beneath his mask, tearing it from his face and placing it over the small bedside table. Gabriel rested himself over the bed, tearing off his gauntlets and putting them aside.

"Talon's let us off way too easy during the rescue." Reyes muttered to himself, "One can only wonder."

Gabriel thought and pondered, however his mind instantly switched to the more pressing matter at hand: The meeting tomorrow.

"The look on their faces…that'll be funny."

Gabriel slowly closed his eyes. Letting his problems fade for tomorrow to handle.