"I know you're scared Sparrow, but you need to be brave now" Olivia put a kind hand on his, and tried to suppress her own shaking. Her metallic implants burned, and Sparrows own skin was feverish.

They were sat in a well lit Highway cafe in Arizona, and besides the small glances they were recieving from other customers they were getting no attention. The cafe was a small thing, a rest stop for truckers and cross country drivers. The desert sun outside was bursting through the window brightly onto both, yet both felt cold about their assignment. Sparrows coffee stayed untouched, and finally he spoke.

"I won't be a coward. I know we have too. But... Christ. We agreed we would never go back. We both know what happened there. To us" Olivia nodded and bit her lip. She refused to admit it, but her trembling showed her own terror.

"We should have gone back to the Hole to free the others a long time ago" Sparrow muttered. Olivia despite herself, gave a cruel little laugh.

"Dont be a fucking idiot. We couldn't have freed one of them, let alone all of them" Her patience was growing thin. "We should have come here first, we've wasted almost a entire month looking elsewhere" she clenched her fist. "We were too afraid"

"I know" Sparrow replied. He looked down and gave a small smile. "Heh. Maybe we'll get lucky. Maybe we'll get to see LaCroix again"

"I hope not" Replied Olivia. "Of the things they did to us, she had it worse. I have nightmares of it happening to me. That Omnic... He deserves to die"

"Maybe"

"There's no "maybe" about it." She sat back, and then sighed. "We should go. I don't feel like eating, you?"

"No" they got up to leave and Sparrow paid at an electronic till. The money provided by Diva was a welcome tool in travelling and paying the "tolls" to avoid habitual harassment. The Motorbikes they had ware parked outside. They used the lie they were touring the US by road, much to the disbelief of anyone they met. They had to take careful actions so as to avoid entering a much harder Militia ran area, and had to run away from motorcycle gangs aiming to lynch them, then check to see if they were illegal immigrants. At least that was what Sparrow and Olivia had joked.

"You think this place is like the others?" asked Sparrow. Olivia gave a shrug.

"Probably, bet local gangs get a lot of money from this places "protection money" Olivia replied honestly.

"And "taxes" Sparrow sighed and put on his helmet. "Pheonix isn't ten miles from here. How can the police be that weak?"

"Hell. The militia can probably protect this place better then the police can. At least this way the owners get their moneys worth" she started up her motorcycle and the sound drowned out any further talk. Sparrow sighed and started up his own. Together they began to drive down the road. Cracked and splintered in several areas, it was not a comfortable ride. Luckily they had chosen good off-road bikes.

After riding for a couple of miles, they saw the top of the buildings through the heat haze of afternoon sun. Changing course, they turned to the left so as to get off from the main road and avoid detection. Soon they came to a large metallic fence, and they stopped.

"You did turn on the camera blocker didn't you Olivia?" Sparrow asked worriedly. Olivia sighed and dropped a small metallic ball at her feet.

"Of course I did, idiot. Wouldn't be a smart thief if I didn't would I? Give me your hand" With a deft movement of her hand, she strapped on a small bracelet too Sparrows wrist, and with the press of a button they were both shrouded.

It wasn't true Invisibility, the place where their bodies should have been were see through, but the image they showed shimmered as though it was through an incredibly intense heat haze. With Sparrows help, she easily climbed the fence and held down the barbed wire. Sparrow climbed over and did the same for her on the other side. Safely over, they dropped onto the ground and into a crouch. The nearby watchtowers told them all they needed to know about being spotted.

"Time to move" they linked hands and began to weave their way closer to the compound. As they got closer their hearts began to race. After a mile of walking, they reached another fence, electrically charged. Olivia pulled a small device from her satchel and with a couple presses of buttons, the buzzing of the electricity died. Then, taking a small rod and earthing it with a cable, she removed the excess charge. Working while near invisible was hard, and Olivia struggled and sweated from nerves as she did her work. Once she was sure it was safe they climbed the fence and dropped nimbly to the opposite side.

It was clear Blackwatch didn't expect anyone to make it so far. The number of watch-towers lowered considerable and the brush and grasses increased greatly. They could see the ugly mess of towers and buildings ahead, and they halted.

"This is a good place" Olivia whispered. Then, with another rummage through her bag she produced her sketch-book. "Keep watch" Sparrow nodded, and Olivia opened her book and began to sketch what she saw. A camera would have been better; she knew, but it was far safer to sketch. The complex had hardware designed to pick up the usage of photography, and the special electromagnetic waves generated around several watchtowers disrupted the process of cameras. She knew this, she had helped develop the tech and apply it. Sketching was the only way to accurately record the complex.

The day continued, and Olivia began to wonder if they had got insanely lucky. She had suspected to have to have needed several trips to fully sketch the complex, and doubted any sketch could capture the complex fully from any angle. However she was getting detailed images of its west view, several trucks parked outside and the occasional figure walking the compound. She had almost finished. Just then however, Sparrow gripped her shoulder and pointed. Olivia couldn't see his face, but it was clear what he had seen he did not like. Olivia followed the shimmering shadow of an arm.

And her blood ran cold when she saw who was looking directly at her.

"Run"

Gripping Sparrows Leg, she fumbled for her remote control and had it tuned to her teleportation orb. In a quick blast of purple they were back at the first line of fences. Wordlessly they ran for their motorcycles and the increased movement caused the invisibility wave to be deactivated. The bikes roared as they picked up dirt and speed back to the relative safety of the city. After they got too the road leading out Olivia dropped a few small metallic prongs on the side of the road. Racing to the highway, they stopped at the diner they had spent the morning, Olivia slowed and stopped outside.

"I think that, yeah. We're safe. No one is following"

"You sure?"

"... Yes. I set motion sensors up when we left" though she didn't sound sure.

Sparrow breathed out his tension and gave a small smile. "Maybe we overreacted?"

"With her? No. If she wants to find us, she will. That was to make sure it's not someone else following us. But it is possible that she didn't put two and two together" She gave a look to the diner. "We keep moving back to the motel"

"No" Sparrow shook his head. "If we do that we risk bringing them back with us"

"If they are following us, we can use the teleporters back in the motel. But" Olivia thought quickly, and made her decision. "We'll take a roundabout route back, and split up often so as to divert attention."

Only when they were satisfied and the sun was setting did they finally park the motorcycles, having making tracks in the Arizona sands. They signed into their motel, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The place where they were staying was closer to Pheonix. A run-down motel with cheap rooms and rusty water. Olivia had laced the road with a camera and a feed directly to her phone, and she knew that it was fairly certain that they had overreacted. Either way, Olivia had decided that for now, they had gathered a decent enough information on the complex for the day.

As they walked, Sparrow slipped his hand through Olivia's, and they walked on with arms linked.

"Olivia. Those trucks we saw outside. Do you think we could-

"No" Olivia replied bluntly. If she was being truthful, she would have told Sparrow they were designed for just that. The movement of prisoners into the compound. Having prison buses move openly throughout America would have raised some eyebrows. Instead, the trucks were used: refrigerated and ventilated, they could move freely. Olivia didn't want to let him think they could free the prisoners. If he tried and was killed, or worse recaptured, Olivia wasn't sure she could take it. Instead she smiled and squeezed his hand.

"But it's a nice thought" Kissing his jaw.

Olivia moved and whispered something into his ear to take his mind away. Their hearts were still beating heavily from their panic, as it had following the attacks in Numbani. They had slept together following the attacks, and Olivia considered Sparrow one of the few people she trusted.

Olivia had loved finally being able to show some affection. People's reactions to death and violence were different, where Angela satisfied her anger as much as she could, breaking herself in a fit of mad guilt and manic energy, Olivia and Sparrow had reacted by affirming to one another and themselves that even surrounded by death, they were still alive and warm.

Sparrow whispered back and kissed her cheek as he left. Olivia watched him go and left for the room. Opening it and switching on the lights.

"You know" drawled Widowmaker, a cup of tea already in front of her, sprawled on the bed reading a book. "A Menege a-trois, or in your case a manage a-Tres sounds like fun, but I bet it's a real nuisance in the long run" She took a calm sip and gave a smirk. "Be glad I'm just a visitor. Where's the whipping boy?"

Olivia stared in disbelief, and as reality slowly descended on her, she began to splutter. "You... You"

"me, me."

"How did you-

"Your machines Olivia" Widowmaker tapped her ears. "Best ears in the world. Your machines are magnifique. Fantastic designs. But nothing is silent. You laced the entire place with tech, after that it was just a matter of finding the room with the most devices" She sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I'm alone, my little tech rat." She slowly pulled out a small gun from her holster with the tips of her long slender fingers, far away from the trigger. Olivia felt her hair stand on end as the gun was gently lowered to the floor, Olivia still stood stock still, ready to spring like a cat and scratch out Widowmakers eyes.

"Hey Olivia!" Sparrow came through the door. "They only had Tequila, is that okay?" only then did he see Widowmaker. After a single heartbeat, he presented the drink to her, though too far away for her to grip it. "For a welcoming gift"

Widowmaker stared at tequila "You've changed, Sparrow" She muttered. She waved him down. "I'm not here to hurt you. No one but me knows you're here" She frowned. "Well, that's not strictly... But that doesn't matter"

"So why are you here?" Olivia asked.

"I should be asking you that"

Olivia shrugged. "Biking holiday" she said. "We've gotten our freedom haven't we?"

"A biking holiday" Widowmaker snorted. "Near the very prison where we were all tortured. Yeah, okay" She got up from the bed and walked over too the window, peering out of it as though to check for pursuers. "Guess it's only fair to tell you why I'm here" she said. Sparrow gripped the tequila by the neck, and Olivia's hands flexed. Nails digging into the flesh of her palms.

"I'm here to help you get inside the prison" The couple stared at her. She replied back with a smile. "Make a little memory for the holiday. Meet some old friends, if you want too"

Sparrow stared and Olivia raised an eyebrow. "Old friends," she said. "Would that include Evelyn?"

"Yes. She misses you both quite a bit" Olivia could feel her probing for a way in. To find their intentions and lay them flat. Olivia took the gamble.

"If we say no?" Olivia asked. She knew that if the answer wasn't to her liking, then would be the time to attack.

"Then you go off, and enjoy your holiday" Sparrow noticed something beneath the voice. A clinging desperation.

"Would that Red Head be there also?" Olivia asked. "What was her name again" she muttered. She looked to Sparrow.

"Irish, right?" He replied.

"Yes, Moira!" She looked back to Widowmaker. "We've been wanting to see her for a while as well!"

"Oh?" Widowmaker said. Now she went for the heart of it. "You want to see her?"

"Yes. We do" Sparrow said.

"We were hoping she would come with us" Olivia added.

"And you" Sparrow finished.

"Ahhh" Widowmaker sighed. "Finally. We understand each other. Merde that was exhausting"

She smiled, a gentle smile Olivia and Sparrow noticed. Not the smirk Widowmaker usually wore. A genuine smile with affection and gratitude.

Olivia watched her, and Sparrow took a step forward. His hands were wet from the perspiration of the tequila bottle, and he gently touched the woman's check. A small streak of cold blue makeup was removed, and beneath was a strip of warm brown skin.

"Salut Mes Amies" Her eyes misted over and a sob broke from her lips. "I've missed you so much"

Olivia walked forward and took Guilard in her arms. "I've missed you too, Guilard"

Sparrow drew them both closer to himself, and enveloped them in his arms. Guilard smiled for the first true time in months. She knew that she would soon have to go back, that Widowmaker would establish herself again and the memories of people she loved would fade back into nothingness.

But for the time being, she allowed herself the luxury to be with her friends, to remember what they had been through, and; her ultimate luxury, to help those she loved.