Jack had a sheen of sweat over his face, breathing heavily as the last of the target bots fell. He'd been at it since he'd left Winston, blasting down round after round of target bots. It had been hours. He finally slung his rifle over his shoulder, grabbing a water bottle and heading back to the computer lab.

"Anything yet?" Jack growled into his com.

"Nothing yet. We're working out from the point where Sophia's radar lost the jet." Winston replied.

Jack walked through the hangar, most of the team there, waiting to hear something, anything they could work with.

"Jack I need you." Came Emily over the com, "Bren's asking questions."

"Shit." He muttered under his breath, turning to walk towards the rooms. Bren was a smart kid. Of course he'd realized something was wrong. It was approaching dinner time and neither he nor his mother had come to get him.

He stopped outside Emily's door, dreading what he had to do.

He opened the door, Bren calling to him and running into his arms.

"Daddy. What's wrong? I know something's wrong!" He said, worry marring his little face.

"Sweetheart. Mom's missing. She left early this morning and no one has seen hers." He told his son, seeing the tears welling in his little blue eyes as he did, "We're doing everything we can to find her. We'll get her back."

Jack pulled his now sobbing son close, holding him as he cried for his mother. Jack just held his son to his chest, rubbing circles on his back to try and calm him.

"I'm so sorry, Bren." Jack said running a hand over his hair, "I need you to stay here with Emily and Bastion so that I can find mommy."

Bren nodded, sniffing sadly, "Please bring her home daddy."

"I will." Jack said determinedly, locking eyes with Emily as Bren crawled into her lap before he turned, leaving the room.

"Jack we have a hit!" Came Winston's excited voice over the coms, "Meet me in the hangar. I'll bring the information with me."

Jack broke into a sprint, "Fareeha, Torbjorn and Zenyatta. You stay here to guard the base. Everyone else, load up."

Jack could feel the difference the nanites had made. He felt youthful again and he planned to use it to his advantage.

Jack slid to a stop in the jet, everyone else already loaded up and waiting, "Where is she?" He demanded of Winston who was standing at the holo table.

"We got a hit off a street cam in Varna, Bulgaria. We've documented some Talon sightings there. That's where they've taken her." Winston told the team, pulling up the image of Angela with Amelie and another woman.

Angela looked terrified.

It broke Jack's heart to see her like that. His hands tightened on the edge of the table, "Do we have any other information to go on?"

"Unfortunately not about Varna, no. But we do have reports coming in that Akande has escaped and has the Doomfist. He attacked the Numbani airport to get it. Completely destroyed their force of OR15's."

Jack growled, slamming his fist into the table. He turned, walking up to the cockpit as Lena maneuvered the jet out the bay doors. They had to figure out what they were up against. They couldn't go running in there blind. Someone would get killed.

He turned back to the team, "We'll need to gather some intel on this Talon location. Ana. We'll need you to scout out the area. You have the best vision. The rest of us will set up around the area and watch any action we see. Does anyone speak Bulgarian?"

No one spoke.

"Well we'll have to make due. Reinhart, you'll need to go to their city hall and try to get any records on the building that you can. If we could get blue prints, that would be fantastic." Jack commanded, "We can't just rush in there blind."

The rest of them nodded. They all knew that every minute that Angela was with them was another minute of some torture. Jack wondered if they were trying to turn her the way they had Amelie. What would happen if they did? Jack knew what had happened between Gerard and Amelie. Would they twist Angela's mind into killing him? He knew he'd never be able to lift a finger against Angela, even if she was about to kill him.

There was no good options.

"Any questions?" He asked the group.

Hana looked to him with wide, scared eyes, "Do we know why they took Dr. Zeigler?"

Jack sighed, "We're not certain, but I'd think that they either want to get to me, or they want to try and twist her like they did with Amelie. Our job is to make sure that doesn't happen."

Angela awoke with a sob of pain. Everything hurt. Her shoulders most of all, screaming under the pressure of hanging by her wrists for so long. Everything came flooding back to her. She wanted to curl into the corner, to hide herself from the world, but she couldn't do more than shift around in her shackles. She could feel the pain between her legs, burning when she moved.

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs again. They didn't sound like Gabriel's boots but Angela didn't care as a fresh sob escaped her, unable to cover her body as a man came into her cell, face covered in a Talon mask. He didn't say anything to her, moving swiftly, ignoring her sobs. He grabbed her arms and lifted her from the hook. Angela let out a cry of pain as her shoulders moved from where they had been stuck, searing pain blinding her, but the man didn't seem to even notice. He placed her on her feet and grasped the chain between her cuffs and started dragging her behind him, setting a rather brisk pace.

"Please." She sobbed, "Please slow down."

The man ignored her, pulling her up the stairs. Angela stumbled from the pain, both in her shoulders and between her legs, knees slamming into the metal stairs. She could feel the blood start tu run down her legs from where the metal edge had bit into her skin. The man paused, lifter her back to her feet and kept walking. They went through the locked door at the top of the stairs, pulling her into the main part of the Talon base, blood dripping behind her. There were Talon agents walking around, all of them staring at her broken, exposed body. Angela stared at the floor, sobs wracking her body. The man just dragged her on, pulling her through corridors until she recognized the sterile smell of a medical clinic.

Angela's stomach dropped. They were going to try. They were going to attempt to twist her like they had Amelie. Angela panicked as the man pulled her into a room, a bed in the center with restraints. Angela thrashed, pulling against the man's grip on the cuffs, eyes wild with fear.

The man didn't make a sound, yanking her in and lifting her petite body and practically slamming her onto the table. A woman dressed in a nurses attire came into the room, quickly securing padded leather straps around Angela's ankles as the man held her down.

Animalistic shrieks were pouring from her lips as Angela fought against the strong hands that held her. She couldn't let them do this. She couldn't kill Jack. She couldn't kill Bren. She couldn't betray Overwatch.

She couldn't.

The man pinned down her arms, pulling out a key to release the cuffs. The nurse attended to the other straps, effectively ending any hope that Angela had of escape. The man left the room, his job done.

"Don't fight. I don't want to mess up this IV." The nurse said sternly.

She pulled out a sealed IV needle, swiping alcohol over Angela's had and moving in to place the needle into vein.

Angela could do nothing to stop her as the needle slid into her. Angela felt the cold as the meds were hooked up to the IV, flowing into her blood. The medication pulled at her consciousness.

"Jack, please." Angela slurred, falling into the haze of forced unconsciousness.

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Jack paced the length of the filthy alley for the hundredth time. They were waiting for information from Ana, who was perched on the roof, carefully watching the Talon base. They'd been there for hours and Jack paced.

Reinhart had come back rather quickly with some basic blue prints and other assorted information he'd been able to gather. So they had the rough layout of the bunker below and Winston was poring over it to try and figure out the best point entry.

"Their changing shifts." Came Ana's voice through the coms, "I think it would be best to hit them hard at nightfall."

Jack stopped his pacing, "that gives us three and a half hours to prepare." He replied.

"I'm picking up some com chatter on my frequency scanner." Hana piped up, "They're preparing a jet for take off."

Jack froze. Were they moving her? Did they know that they were here? That they were watching?

"Tell me what they're saying." Jack demanded, harsher than he meant.

"Two passengers already on board the craft. Opening the bay doors. Good luck in Uzbekistan Amelie and it's good to have you back Akande." Hana parroted to him as he watched the black jet lift off and fly off eastwards.

Jack let out a huge sigh of relief, "This gives us a huge advantage." He told the team, "We should only have Reaper and the hacker on site. We shouldn't have any difficulty with the random thugs."

"Agreed." Said Ana, "Three and a half hours."

Jack walked back to their jet's concealed position, knowing that each minute she was stuck in that place was another minute they could be turning her against them. Jack sat in one of the pilot seats, elbows on his knees, trying not to let his imaginings get away with him. Jack took a deep breath, closing his eyes and trying to refocus his mind on the insane mission they were about to undertake.