Angela rested her head on her knees, arms and shoulders aching from being tied for so long. They'd been flying for almost 4 hours now and Angela felt hopeless. How was Jack going to find her? He'd have no leads. He must be frantic by now. Angela had been fighting back tears. Tears of fear. Tears of self pity. Tears of sadness. Most of all tears of anger towards herself. Her momentary lapse could mean the death of those closest to her.

The jet was descending now, landing wherever Amelie had taken her. Sombra unhooked her harness, walking towards Angela. She flipped open a knife and cut the cords around the pipe.

"We're here. I do hope you like it here." She said, a sinister edge to her voice.

Sombra lifted Angela to her feet, leading her off the ship and into the Talon base. There were guards at the doors into the main base. Sombra cut the cords off of Angela, taking a pair of cuffs from one of the guards and cuffing her wrists.

"Once Reaper gets Akande back this afternoon, they'll be on their way here." Sombra told her, tormenting her with what was to come, "Reaper has wanted you for quite awhile now. I'm sure he has something special planned."

Angela was terrified. Long ago, shortly after she'd joined Overwatch, and at the beginning of her relationship with Jack, Gabriel had been pursuing her, rather persistently. It was part of the reason for the rift between Gabriel and Jack. Gabriel was angry. Jack had been promoted to Strike Commander. He'd become the face of Overwatch. And he'd gotten the girl. Now she was at his mercy. Ha... His Mercy.

Angela was dragged down some stairs. Sombra led her to the line of cells they kept just in case.

"You'll be staying here. Do me a favor a wait quietly." She said, shoving Angela into the cell.

Angela wasn't expecting the shove and stumbled before falling to the cold concrete floor. The door slid shut, lock clicking into place, trapping her in the dark cell. Angela pulled herself up off the floor, surveying the room for any weaknesses. There was a thin mat to one side to sleep on, a sink and a toilet. The door was steel plate with a small wired glass window.

It was bare and cold.

Angela slid down the wall to the mat, drawing her knees up to her chest, tears forcing their way out. She let out a sob, the flood gates opening. She sobbed, chest heaving with every breath. She'd fucked things up royally. Jack would be terrified right now. He'd be desperate to find her. He'd be wreckless in getting her back. He'd get himself killed trying to get in here, if he could even find where she was in the first place.

And there was the issue that Talon was headed to Numbani. Her friends would have canceled the mission to protect the Doomfist to try and find here. Akande was going to escape and they'd get the Doomfist. Talon was going to be even more deadly now.

And Reaper would be there tonight. God knows what he had planned but she was sure she wasn't going to like it. They would probably try to corrupt her the way they had with Amelie. She wasn't sure of the process they used to do it, but she was somewhat certain that the nanites in her body would fight it, but they may be able to turn her against her family.

And it was all because of her.

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Jack sat, foot tapping impatiently, staring at Athena's screens in Winston's lab. Athena was running scans on European radars that may have picked up a craft that wasn't labeled or communicating. They'd had a couple of blips come up from Rome's radar and Sophia's radar but that only gave them a vague area to start. Jack needed something more. He needed to know where she was.

Lena was waiting on the jet, ready to take off as soon as they had information. Everyone was frantic to find Angela.

They hadn't told Bren yet. He was playing with Emily and Bastion. Jack didn't want to worry him or to make his stress worse, but he'd have to tell him if they didn't get a hit soon.

"I can not find any more unidentified radar pings, Commander Morrison. Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" Athena said.

Jack stood up so fast he knocked over the chair, pacing around the room. What would they do? What else could they do to find her? What was Talon's plan for Angela? What else could he do?

"Can you access the surveillance cameras around Bulgaria? If you can, run facial recognition. The last hit was in Sofia so let's start there." Winton said, trying to help.

"Running facial recognition now." Athena said, faces beginning to flash across her screen.

"That's a good idea." Jack said, standing the chair back up, "If we can get a hit we'll have a place to start."

"Jack." Winston said sounding worried, "Facial recognition will take awhile. You should get something to eat."

Jack stopped, looking at his friend, the worry etched into his face, " Yeah. You'll let me know when anything comes up?"

"Of course. We'll be ready to go as soon as we get a hit." Winston assured him.

Jack sighed, running a hand through his silver hair, "Alright. I'm going to grab a bite and head over to the training grounds. Maybe that'll help clear my head."

Winston nodded, watching his friend leave. He popped open a fresh jar of peanut butter, watching the faces flash by on Athena's screen. It was going to be a long day.

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Angela heard heavy boot steps coming down the metal stairs. She curled tighter into the corner, hands still cuffed. She knew it had been hours, but there was no way to tell how long in the darkness that pressed in around her.

The door to her cell slid open with a clunk, the dim bulb in the ceiling coming on as it did. There stood Gabriel, arms crossed over his chest. He walked into the cell, approaching the beautiful woman cowering in the corner. Akande stepped in behind him, his presence looming even larger than Gabriel's.

"What a gift I have for my return." Akande said, a wicked smile on his face, "The great Dr. Angela Ziegler."

Gabriel growled, grabbing Angela by the cuffs and forcing her to stand with a pained cry.

"Tell me doctor, have you managed to master your little resurrection trick yet?" Akande asked.

Angela stayed silent, glaring at the african man. That's what they wanted. They wanted her tech. Her know how to make their soldiers better. She would never give it to them.

"Looks like she doesn't want to talk." Gabriel said with a sinister laugh, "Maybe I can loosen her tongue a bit."

Akande laughed, knowing how Gabriel felt about the woman, "Go ahead. Be sure to tell me what you find out when you're done." He said, leaving the cell.

Angela's eyes went wide with fear, panic setting in. She began to thrash her body around, trying to escape Gabriel's grasp. He growled, lifting the petite woman's hands over her head, the cuffs biting into her wrists. She lifted her feet off the ground, kicking at his metal plated chest.

"You can struggle all you want, Angel." He said batting her feet away with his metal claws, "It's not going to save you. Might as well enjoy it."

He lifted her up by the cuffs, hooking them into a hook in the wall she hadn't seen in the darkness.

"No no no no no no no." Angela said, knowing what was coming.

Gabriel laughed, pulling off his over coat and throwing it to the side.

"You are still just as beautiful as the first day I saw you Angel." He said, removing his utility belt and tossing it onto his coat, "I could have made you happy."

"Gabriel, please, I'm sorry I couldn't be with you. I was already in love. You don't have to do this. Please Gabriel." Angela pleaded frantically.

Gabriel laughed again, reaching for her, running the back of his claws over her cheek, "Of course you were, sweet Angel, who could resist the perfect Jack Morrison, Hero of the World?"

His hand slid down her cheek and neck, hooking his metal finger tips into the front of her white dress, "Well I guess better late than never." He whispered into her ear, ripping the front of her dress all the way down to the hem.

Angela whimpered, turning her face away, her chest now covered only by her bra.

Gabriel pulled back, reaching up and sliding his mask away from his face. Angela gasped at what was revealed. Gabriel's face was scarred like Jack's, but his eyes were dark and black, a greyish tinge to his skin. He looked like a corpse walking and talking. What had happened to him?

He reached a clawed hand up to her neck, tilting her head back, exposing her graceful neck to his lips. Angela whimpered again as he kissed and nipped down her neck, his claws pressing into her cheeks to keep her still. He hooked his other hand under her demure white bra, claws scraping against her tender breasts, ripping her bra from her body with a snap.

"Please." She begged, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto his metal gauntlets.

With a smile he dipped his head down to her chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting it when she tried to jerk away. He smoothed his tongue over the bite marks, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise on top of the teeth rakes.

Angela sobbed, beginning to retreat into her own mind to escape reality. She though of Jack, what he would do if he saw what was happening. He'd smash Gabriel's face in. He's kill his old friend. Angela thought of her friends. She thought of her son. She hoped they were all safe. She hoped they'd never fall into Talon's hands. She wished she was with them. She wished she was in Jack's protective arms. She wished she'd stayed in bed with her boys.

Gabriel saw that her eyes were starting to glaze over and it made him snarl with anger. He wanted her there, with him. He bit down on her neck, relishing the scream he drew from her lips. His hands went to her leggings, pulling them from her body with one swift movement, taking her underwear with them, baring her to him.

"You are breathtaking, Angel. At least try to enjoy this with me." He told her, letting one of his gloves fall to the floor.

He grabbed one of her thighs, pulling it to the side and holding it against the wall with his hip, fingers trailing over her core. He pressed 2 fingers into her, her body clenching to try and keep the invading finger out. Sex had never been painful for her, Jack always gentle and loving. This was rough and painful, feeling her tender flesh give under the assault. Angela couldn't help the cries that poured from her, pain overwhelming her as she sobbed.

Gabriel undid his pants, letting his cock free from the confines of his underwear, "I've dreamed about doing this for a long time." He whispered to her, pressing his tip between her folds, "Do tell if I compare to the great Jack Morrison."

He shoved himself into her, tearing her as he went. He grabbed her hips, pounding away at her, blood mixing with her body's natural secretions, red streaks running down her thighs.

Angela cried and cried, each thrust more painful than the last, each tear growing wider. It was agony and he seemed to enjoy it. She didn't know how much more she could take, the pain seemed even worse than the multiple gunshots she had received working with Overwatch. With a final scream Angela's body went limp, head lolling forward.

Gabriel continued thrusting into the boneless woman until he reached his climax. He pulled out of her, leaving her hanging by her wrists on the wall.

"Better lay than I'd imagined." He told her unconscious form, grabbing his discarded clothes and dressing himself.

He walked out of the cell, leaving the door open so anyone could see her bare and abused body.