Reaper glided through the air in his ethereal form, until he saw the flashing lights of the Annecy base. He came up to the gate, still invisible to the naked eye, and slipped through the crack of the gate. He glided through the air unseen until he came to a dark alley. Reaper stopped and became normal again.
He walked out, as far as he knew, Talon just considered him M.I.A. so he'd have no trouble getting around, hopefully.
Reaper saw a lone soldier walking near. He turned to vapor again and came up behind him. Reaper came back to form and got the drop on the poor sod. Covering his mouth and throwing his gun aside, Reaper dragged him back to the alley. He picked the guard up with both hands on his neck.
"You're going to give me answers, grunt. I've been captured by Overwatch but I recently escaped. Now, if you answer right, I'm probably not going to kill you, but that's not a promise I can keep." Reaper finished with a minor chuckle.
"Talon was on high alert for any traces of you..." the guard said through a strained voice.
Reaper tightened his grip on the man's jugular.
"And?"
"They wanted you found ASAP since the demise of Widowmaker..."
Reaper looked down in anguish upon hearing her name. But he straightened himself back and kept questioning. However, he loosened his grip some.
"What about our good friend, Doomfist? How's he been?" Reaper said.
"He has been experimenting more with Tekryn, trying to improve it since that failure at Gibraltar. They were also talking about upgrading your form if you ever showed back up. You should talk to Moira." The soldier said.
"Now, one more question. What did they do with Dr. Angela Ziegler?" Reaper said, tightening his grip again.
"She's on... sub-level six... they've held her in a similar state to Widowmaker when we first got her."
Reaper let the man down.
"You're free to go." Reaper said.
"Really?" The soldier said.
"No... " Reaper said, cold and menacing, grabbing the man by the head with his right hand.
The man screamed faintly as Reaper drained his soul from his body, Reaper felt stronger every second. The man started slowly turning pale and withered. Reaper did not stop until the man became a husk. Then, until the husk became dust. Eventually a breeze picked up the ashes. Reaper pressed foward as daylight rose. He was headed to speak to the ever malevolent Moira O'Deorain.
Reaper walked through the sliding metallic doors. Moira was looking at something through a microscope.
"Doctor." Reaper said with distant hatred.
"Ah, Mr. Reyes. Just back in time, the inner council has ordered that you undergo an 'upgrade' if you will. You will quite literally become the wraith that I first envisioned when I thought of un-death." Moira spoke.
"Well. What will happen?" Reaper said, still cold as ice.
"Quite literally you will become immune to death. No matter how much physical damage you suffer, you will be able to reform your wounds, and your wraith form will be significantly better." Moira said.
"Then let's do it." Reaper said.
"We must begin immediately." Moira said.
She led Reaper to a vaguely familiar chamber. He was locked in a device that kept him upright and spread eagle. Then Moira walked to the control panel outside, shutting the door behind her. Moira used the controls to bring out a large needle on a robotic appendage. She injected Reaper with in, right in his black heart. He felt the power flow through him almost instantly, he felt stronger, faster, and deadlier overall. Then once the procedure was done, Moira relinquished the needle on the arm, and switched it for a .50 caliber rifle. Reaper thought they had lured him in to kill him, and he fell for it.
The bullet racked and echoed through the chamber Reaper felt his body go limp and he fell out of the harness, but then involuntary his body began to heal its wounds as he went into wraith form. He floated to the door and felt anger rise in him as he punched the wall, the hinges buckled and nearly came undone. Then another, after that it came loose. Moira met him at the control panel.
"It worked!" She bellowed madly.
"Were you trying to kill me?" Reaper said, his voice noticeably sounded more guttural and growly.
"Reaper do you actually believe Talon would tell me to kill you. No, no my dear friend, they wanted me to make you un-killable. The inner council knows you'd never betray them." Moira said walking off.
Reaper started laughing manically. He realized he couldn't die. They gave me a healing factor, and enhanced strength! Idiots. Reaper laughed out of humor. He figured they'd be more challenging to fool.
Reaper figured since he was here, he'd gather intel on Anubis. Then the body for Osiris. After that, there was a pretty safe bet that he'd book it. Reaper walked around the base, he figured he'd find out more about Anubis when they called a meeting for the council, if he was lucky he'd find out something about Angela. In the meantime he had a transmat unit he could use to send an omnic body back to Gibraltar. He went around to the barracks, he figured any old body would do, after all, Osiris just needed a foundation body, then he'd modify it to his standards.
Reaper turned the corner and wasn't paying attention and walked right into someone. It didn't affect him, he still stood straight up. He looked down and saw a girl who looked about twenty years old, rushing to pick up her scattered supplies. She had on a black and purple Talon jumpsuit on. She had medium length black hair with a single purple streak in the front.
"My bad." Reaper said halfheartedly.
He started to walk off when the girl looked up. Reaper looked down. She looked scared by his voice and mere presence. He felt her sorrowful golden eyes stare through the mask. There was something familiar about her eyes. Then, all at once it hit Reaper like a twenty pound hammer.
Her eyes looked like Widowmaker's.
"Uh, sorry. Let me help you." Reaper said.
He squatted down and started picking up pencils and files that were scattered around. Then he came up on one with Widowmaker's picture and biology on it. Across the emotionless, mugshot-like picture read deceased. Reaper tuned into his thoughts, but the girl snatched the paper out of his hands and ran off with everything else.
"Hey! Wait!" Reaper growled.
Reaper was perplexed by the encounter as she faded out of sight. He tried to shake off the fearing uneasiness that was growing, but he couldn't. Reaper remembered where his room was, he walked to the door and input the code. While he waited for the magnetic locks on the door to open, he looked around. Widowmaker's name above her door was red, which meant she was dead, Talon was probably already looking to replace her. Orpheus's name above his door was white, which meant he was missing or went rogue, Reaper's door was the same. Everyone else had their name in green, meaning they were active.
The door opened and Reaper walked in. His room was the same way he left it. Just as normal, if not a bit dustier than usual. Reaper figured that this was a turning point in himself and his task. So he walked over to his closet and changed into a white clad suit exactly like his black one, but it had a chromed silver mask, and it was permanently stained with blood of the innocent that he is unable to wash away. Right now it was just up past his fingers, but who knows if that will last.
Reaper looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. It wasn't pretty but it was indeed what he had become. A wight of vengeance and now redemption, if you could call it that.