"Hello Isaac" Fareeha hadn't seen him in a while, having just returned from a small search and capture mission, unsuccessful. She brought back a couple of books on eastern philosophy and a copy of Titus Andronicus. Isaac welcomed her back and took the books of her hands.

"Thoughts on the Bard's worst play?"

"Better then Romeo and Juliet. Much worse then Coriolanus"

"You don't like Romeo and Juliet? Not much of a romantic are you?"

"Correct" she went into the libraries depths, noticeably avoiding the third aisle and going into the military theory aisle. It was late in the afternoon, few people where in the library and fewer people were awake. Isaac felt like he could give her some more attention then usual. Usually it was just some nice words and some discussion of what she was reading, Isaac wondered whether he was only friend she had, and felt like she didn't get too talk very often, and so felt obliged to do so. He followed her around, watching her movements while pretending to sort books in a way to make himself innocuous. So when Fareeha spoke he jumped.

"Stop following me"

"I wasn't" he tried to sound indignant. "I was just arranging the books"

"Then how come they're out of order?" Isaac turned to look and stared. In trying to watch he had arranged the authors out of alphabetical order so that S came before H.

"...You've got good eyes"

"I've been followed before. I dislike it. If you have a question to ask, ask." Isaac was not easily scared. But Fareeha intimidated him. Her arms were bare, showing the numerous scars of injuries gained in duty. Her glare seemed to go right through Isaac, and her stance never relaxed. Each muscle seemed bunched and ready to fight. That being said, Isaac would be damned to be intimidated into quiet in his own Library. So he straightened his stance and asked.

"What do you think of Blackwatch?" Fareeha stopped in her tracks, and then sighed.

"I don't think of Blackwatch much anymore"

"How come?"

"I have my own things going on" she showed interest in a notebook sized history novel before putting it back.

"Any more Shakespeare?" She asked.

"Loves Labours Lost?"

"No"

Isaac saw the opportunity here. Fareeha was known throughout the complex as someone notoriously hard to open up. Because of this he was shocked when he heard Fareeha asked him "Who do you blame for Coriolanus?"

"Blame?"

"As in what happened to him"

Isaac caught her gaze. "Well, personally I blame his mother in trying to get him onto the consul. He is clearly not made for elected office"

"So what is he made for?"

"War, of course. He is only happy when he fights. Honestly the first time I saw him and Aufidius talking I thought they were going to screw on the stage"

"Could you not?"

"Sorry. So what do you think is too blame"

"Coriolanus is his own problem. Trying to take public office, was a stupid decision. Trying to be in the public's eye while only being able to understand a soldiers life and not a civilians one is hard, and damaging" She turned to look at him. "To try and live peacefully when all you know is conflict is impossible. Coriolanus found that out the hard way, in the end his unwillingness to change killed him, after he betrayed his city and his new allies. He betrays those he wants to simply for the sake of his honour, which is worth what exactly?" Her eyes were boring into him. "If you're not willing to change, then you will never be able to live in peace, or it could go the other way round, and you will be killed once peace is broken" she cocked her head to one side. "Understand?"

Isaac had listened intently. He had never known the woman could talk so long. Most of the words he associated with Fareeha were monosyllabic. Bitch, for one thanks to Angela. They had talked before, usually much more shorter, but this was the first time he had talked to her in such a way and she had seemed to give so much of herself in the talk. Where others happily talked to Isaac, Faheera was much more reserved, and Isaac was impressed by her intelligence. After she finished he nodded enthusiasticly.

"Ever thought of becoming a English teacher miss Amari?"

"No. Always thought of becoming a soldier. You have a customer" Fareeha pointed to the counter where Angela was waiting. The two women locked eyes for enough moment to show exactly what the other thought of the other and then broke away. Isaac apologised to Angela as she rented a book on engineering.

"Interesting choice Mrs Ziegler"

"hmm. Thought it was a time for a change" she turned too glance at Faheera.

"Is she bothering you?"

"No no, quite the opposite"

Angela stared and turned to look in Fareeha's direction.

"If you're certain"

"So, how are things going with miss Oxton?"

"Lena? I don't know what you're talking about"

"Uh-huh. Excellent being lied too as always Angela. Anything else?"

"Uh, no, that's it Thanks" She turned again to look at Fareeha. "Are you sure that...?"

Isaac sighed "Why don't you try talking to her?"

"Because books should never have blood in them"

"Just try"

Angela seemed to think about it for a moment. "Another time, I have too prepare for a conference"

"Oh, important one?

"Very important"

"Speaking of important, I've also heard you've been getting rather ...friendly with Miss Oxton" Angela sighed. She liked Isaac but he was a legendary shit stirrer.

"Hey! I heard that pause"

"No you didn't, that's the point of a pause"

"Sorry, I didn't get a masters in bullshit"

"Could have fooled me"

"Haha." He gave him a smile "Love to stay around, honestly I would. But..." at that she grew quiet. She stared hard into Isaacs face and Isaac began to grow quiet

"Something interesting?"

"What? Oh, no. Not that" she clicked her tounge. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did. Please carry on"

"Do you think it's possible to change something like Blackwatch and Overwatch from the outside? If I just TRIED to avoid them and not challenge them directly and avoided this bullshit we call media?

"Thats not the same as being on the outside"

"You see it's like this. I have a possibility to retailate at something that happened to me at this conference. To do something drastic and direct, but my worries are that once I do this I am locked in a cycle"

"A cycle of constant retaliation..."

"I become part of their cycle, and in doing so continue the cycle, but this time it goes so much deeper. I'm already part of it, when I do this I have truly plunged in"

"So what your asking me is if anyone who attempts to change things will inevitably become part of the problem?" Angela hesitated.

"Yeah. I guess that's what I'm asking" she didn't seem enthusiastic on that interpretation.

Isaac tapped on his desk, deep in thought. "If you don't do what you plan to do, do you think things will change?"

"No. You're right" her chin was set "that's why I plan to do it regardless"

"Then why ask me?"

"Because you were nearest at the time"

"Then I don't think you have much of a choice. Your already part of it now, now you have to change what always happens. If someone can do it, it's you"

"I needed to hear that. Thank you" Angela sighed. "I'm sorry, but I really have to be off"

"Okay then, good luck with this conference, also I would tell you too keep your friends... close" Isaac allowed a small pause to pass between the words, enough to imply and share meaning. Angela turned and gave her best smile to Isaac.

"Yeah, I think I will!" then left. Isaac watched her go and almost jumped from his metallic skin as Faheera whispered from across the counter with a armful of books in her arms.

"That right there is a women who refuses to change"

Isaac calmed himself down and then asked her to repeat it.

"Why do you say that?"

"You've seen her walking around here the last year or so. Her shoulders slump, her arms hang and her eyes are always put downwards. She is still fighting the battles she had before she came here and trying to ignore herself makes her miserable"

"Come into the back room so we can speak without whispering" he opened the door for her and waited until she crossed the counter and entered, he closed it begins them "Okay, Sigmund Freud, what battles are these?"

"Simple, I've read through her stuff; papers and things, and it's amazing. She's done talks on engineering, science, society, the economy. I even read through her talk on supporting higher taxes on the wealthy I think she feels unfulfilled unless she does something massive and incredible and since that chance went, so did her enthusiasm" she sighed. "I regret what I said. That project would have helped millions"

Whatever that means. "She still does good things, she's saved hundreds of lives"

"But not a fraction of who she could have saved. And it hurts" Faheera saw one of the books in the backroom. Thus Spake Zarathustra. "Have you heard that in times of peace, the warlike attack themselves?"

"Nietzsche, but Now is hardly peaceful"

"But she is more warlike then you; or her, realise"

"Angela? Oh come on. She's a bit moody sure but she 's hardly combative"

That hit something in Faheera, she grew quiet and thoughtful. Then she chuckled. "Heroes neverdie. That's what she told me. Just that they want to be relevant again"

A buzzer went off and Isaac swore. "I have to get back, I love talking to you, I really do"

"Say no more, I have training to do" Isaac brought her back through to the main desk where Sparrow waited too find the reference for a secondary school maths textbook. Faheera gave a interested look at him before he trudged off into the library. Faheera placed her books on the desk.

"I would like to make a withdrawal before I leave." She shifted awkwardly as she presented the books to Isaac. Usual stuff apart for a small book buried at the bottom.

"The Sultanesses Harem?! This is from the third-"

"Don't. Tell. ANYONE"

Isaac wisely shut up and withdrew the books for her, putting her under a moniker for the last one. It wouldn't matter; she always returned them in time. Before she left, she turned back

"I enjoy talking to you, Isaac. Let's do it again sometime" Isaac agreed enthusiastically and Faheera waved her goodbye.

Faheera breathed out. Talking to someone outside the team was rare for her and had been on a "To do" list for a while. Despite her reserved nature she considered Isaac to be in some way a friend. She knew it was ridiculous to think like that, seeing as how he was really just being friendly. She planned to see him again at some point and get his side of the opinion. Sadly, she knew he was the closest thing she had to a friend outside of the Overwatch team. As she walked the halls, she smelt something that stopped her in her tracks and bunch her fists.

She had smelt it before, a gentle perfume. It wasn't that it was a common perfume, it had followed her for a few days now. Coming out of a shop, it was there. Waiting for a bus, it was there. Getting a coffee, there. She couldn't tell it's smell completely, but she thought it might be pine. Either way she bunched her fists and growled. No trained professional would wear such a distinct perfume, smell could be just as identifiable as sight. So, whoever is following me in incredibly incompetent, or wants me to know. Her mind raced for the possibilities and she had a inkling who was following her. She hoped against it however. The implications could be severe, and would bring up some awkward questions. Watching for anyone following, she walked on.

Later on; in the middle of the night, Isaac stared at the door for a while, thinking about the two women.

I'll get those two talking in the same room somehow. If only Angela wasn't so difficult.