It took the huge, leather clad man only half a second to determine that Sienna wasn't in her room. But for that half a second, a feeling like hot lightning crawled under his skin before it melted away at his own realisation.

She gets up early to train.

Shaking himself off, he thumped himself in the chest, ignoring the painful feeling in his lungs.
He had never teleported so far in one go before, and it was not a pleasant sensation, to say the least.

His body was pulling at him not to shadow jump again, to give himself a break, but Reaper couldn't wait that long. The clock was ticking.

The force that own his heart pulled him with far outweighed the strength of the shadows, and the dark assassin disappeared again.

And again.

And again.

With each passing second, Reaper's body screamed at him to stop, shadows ripping into his skin with impossibly sharp, silken edges, cutting him a million times more.

Rooms flew by in a blur, time passing even quicker; through empty rooms and not so empty rooms, until he stopped.

Landing heavily, dark matter oozed from under his mask like a cloud of smoke and ash, rising from his skin like he was being burned alive.

Is she even still alive? Is there any point in this? You're too late

Reaper couldnt help but hear the thoughts burrowing through his skull, gnawing away at his drive, burying his thoughts.

But even through it all, the pain was real. The pain inside, bringing him back up to the surface.

Is this what it feels like without her?

Angered by his own thoughts, the man let out a roar, drawing energy from a reserve he didn't know he had. His voice was hoarse, ripped and quiet, and it only for him to hear.

'I don't want to find out.'

Forcing himself to raise his head and look through the darkening fog, Reaper's white bone mask saw straight through to two faces: one omnic and one cigar-chewing cowboy.

The cigar hit the ground, crumbling slightly at the impact.

Reaper's voice was hoarse and torn, but he forced the words out.
'Where is she?'

'G... Gabe?'
The shock on McCree's face quickly melted away and the cowboy stepped forward, instantly picking up his Overwatch persona.

'You know I can't let you go any further, Reaper. You're the enemy here, much as I hate that.'
McCree's accented voice rang across the space between them. His words gave away little of their history, but his lidded eyes betrayed his sadness.

Reaper suppressed a deep-rooted growl. I don't need this distraction right now.

'You don't understand! Where is Sienna? I don't have time for this.' Irritation plucked at his skin and he took a step forward, intending to leave them.

'I can't let you do that, I'm afraid.' Raising his pistol, McCree stood directly infront of Reaper, eyeing the huge black shotguns - still holstered.

Less than a second passed before Zenyatta raised his arm in front of McCree, lowering the American's weapon with strong metal hands.

'Sienna is in the kitchen.'

Reaper was gone in an instant, black smoke the only proof of his existence not being a figment of their imagination.

Immediately, McCree turned to Zenyatta with anger in his eyes, opening his mouth to shout at the omnic.
But before he even said a word, the realisation struck him hard, and the anger was wiped from his face.

'Zen...' Horror painted his face anew as he began to understand the situation.

'Sienna... She's in danger?' He mumbled, confusion tinting his voice

Zenyatta had been two steps ahead of the game, as always.

Jumping into the game, the omnic had to hold McCree back from sprinting to the kitchen, fear spreading across his features like poison through his veins.

'Reaper will be able to hold off whatever the danger is for now. We must find Soldier 76 first.'

While Zenyatta seemed calm and collected, McCree was the opposite as he tipped his hat down over his eyes, hiding them. Of course Zen was right. There he had been, probably about to screw up everything.

'The danger must be great for Reaper himself to come; we must hurry, Jesse.'

Although the omnic's voice was robotic, the feel of urgency and worry was unmistakable, and Jesse didn't miss it.

'We'll save her, Zen. I know where Jack is, come on!'

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Mei had left some American style pancakes on the kitchen-top this morning, but whether it was a joke or not, Sienna's stomach heaved at the thought of eating one ever again.

Popping two slices of bread in the toaster, Sienna swept her hair off her neck, wiping her sweat off with a towel.

Even only half an hour of cardio before breakfast really works up my appetite, Sienna thought as her stomach let out a growl, patting it to calm it down.

One hand on her stomach, she trailed off into thought, fingers sliding to her side, ghosting over the remains of her injury.

The bandages were all gone now; all that was left were some dark bruises and Sienna's memories of that night.

A sudden shiver ran down her spine, and Sienna shook it off... But walking back over to the toaster it returned, colder now, pulling up goosebumps on her skin. About to pass it off for the second time, the brunette stopped as a tiny flash of silver caught her eye in the reflection of the toaster.

Something up in the scaffolding, hidden in the tall dark ceiling of the original warehouse construction. Sienna was slow to kick into action, but her old instincts came flowing back into her. Something was telling her she was in danger. Immediate danger.

'I survived on my instincts alone before I came to overwatch, and I sure as hell am not going to dismiss them now.' Sienna murmured under her breath, slowly continuing what she was doing, adrenaline pumping into her veins.

And there it was again. This time unmistakable, a flash of metal, shifting in the dark above.

Gunmetal.

Understanding the importance of keeping up her ignorant pretence, she continued normally, walking around the center worktop and ducking down out of vision.

It's got to be Widowmaker. But then... Where's Reaper?

Brain whirring away, Sienna opened the cupboard, pulling random kitchen equipment out and putting them on the worktop, buying herself time in her safe spot.

If that really was Widowmaker, why was she not dead already?
Am I not the target? Is she... waiting for something?

Sienna didn't want to find out.

Throwing a hand down into her shoe, she pulled out one sheathed dagger, and reached behind her waist to pull out the other.
Her aim may have been improving, but she couldn't make a move without being shot dead instantly. That, Sienna definitely knew.

Even if she wasn't the target, she couldn't stand by and watch one of her teammates, her friends, be killed - no matter who it was. She owed them this, at the least. It was worth a shot.

All she needed was a distraction, but that didn't seem likely. Holding both the daggers in her hands out of sight, she stood up, looking for the sniper in her peripheral vision.

Widow had a clear shot, aiming directly at her already. If she was the target, she would take it now.

It's now or now or never, distraction or not.

And a distraction it definitely was. With a deafening crack, the leather clad assassin landed heavily in the room, shattering the tiles underneath him, sending white shards scattering across the floor in all directions. Forcing herself to look away from the man, Sienna realised this was her chance. Widow's head turned a fraction of an inch to watch the spectacle of Reaper below, and Sienna's arm whipped out.

The dagger was nothing more than a gold blur, faster than she'd ever thrown before, but even as it flew through the air, she realised she hadn't been quick enough.

Widow's golden eyes pierced hers through the dark, recognisable even at the distance.

Skimming Widow's face by an inch, the single dagger sliced through her hair, pinning it to the ceiling behind her, jerking her aim - but not before the screaming explosion of the scoped rifle shot through the air.

She hadn't been quick enough.

Time slowed.

One shotgun aimed at Widow, and the other clawed hand outstretched to her; Reaper's huge frame looked tiny in the warehouse room as dark smoke curled around him.

Watching the bullet scream towards her, Widow's face furious, and the sound of the door slamming open to Soldier 76's visor down and gun cocked...

Sienna never thought she'd hear the sound of her own flesh ripping open.

The bullet hit, slicing through her neck and shoulder, wetness exploding on her cheek and chest.

But here I am, I guess