The winter twilight had risen and fallen, and the night had begun. Lena finally felt as though she was well, and had fallen asleep. Angela had dozed with her, finally feeling warm and content beneath blankets once the heaters had been switched off. However, she was now wide awake, and stiff in her joints. She slowly extricated her limbs from Lena and pulled on her clothes. Leaving the room, she turned to her left.

"I remember when me and you used to be like that" She said to the dead man outside.

"Yeah, that night after the Idun project began?"

Angela smiled in memory of that night.

"I remember" she turned on her heel and began to walk.

"I still think this is cruel" she said to Einar. She knew he was sticking to her. "One attacks people's insecurities, their psyche. The more I see of you, the clearer it is that it is working"

"Or you have something on your mind"

"I always do"

"Yes" he sighed. "You always do. You like her, she's clearly fond of you"

"You're stalling"

"Yet it feels like you're pulling back from her"

"Gee, maybe it's because my undead husband is telling me to get off with her"

"Seriously. Maybe you're not as over my death as you thought?"

"Bullshit!" She turned to look at him. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Or, at least it didn't. I could forget you if I wanted to. I've moved on!"

"Like you moved on from Idun?"

"Fuck you" she told the empty air. Surprised that he had disappeared, she nodded in satisfaction.

"Good. Don't come…" she considered what she was saying and let the sentence trail. "Goodbye"

"Angela?" Zarya called as she saw her. "Who were you talking to?"

Angela froze, and then turned to face Zarya.

"No one, I was talking to myself"

Zarya grunted, clearly unhappy with the explanation but not willing to push too far.

"Has Zen explained what needs to be done?" She asked.

"Yes," Angela replied. "But better to find the Bastion first."

"Did you ask her to-

"Yes" Angela leaned against the wall and turned away from Zarya. "But if it's Necessary she won't be the one to do it"

"Hopefully none of us will. You modified the armour?"

"Yeah. If Reinhardt has anything from a migraine to a full psychotic meltdown that armour will put on the brakes. If needs be it'll spit him out"

"Did you add in a voice command option like I asked?"

"Yeah. Figured you were right about a contingency"

Zarya touched Angela lightly on the arm, to get her to follow her.

"That's good, I need you to get back out there. You, me and Reinhardt will be the first to scout. With that… thing out there we're going out in teams now. One powerhouse in case the Bastion attacks, one healer in case the powerhouse isn't enough. And me"

"And which one are you?"

"Distraction"

"That's a little harsh"

"I am not powerful compared to you, Angela. I don't have a magical healing stick that I can beat people to health with. I'm just a woman with a riot weapon"

"Still wouldn't want to face you though"

"Put on the suit and say that"

Angela shook her head. "Jesus, Zarya. When did you get so grim?"

"Once I realised that I am hopelessly out of my depth when it comes to actual combat usefulness"

"Who wants their Rescue Services to be able to beat them up?"

"Angela, I don't think you see where we are headed" Zarya looked back to Angela. "Having Reinhardt and Lena on the team is setting a new precedent for us. We were sent to bring back a piece of a Unstoppable killing weapon. Tell me, does that sound like the job for a relief worker?"

Angela swallowed. She had thought on this before.

"We're changing, Angela. And with what we just learnt from Zen, and the One fiasco, people are going to start asking why we aren't combat focused. And whether I'm fit to lead"

"I was thinking this is more something they would send the main Overwatch team to do" Angela tried to lighten the tension. "Maybe the council were worried the team would throw their backs out"

Zarya was quiet, she didn't laugh. She didn't seem to hear Angela at all, she stopped and turned to her.

"How old are the members of that team, again?"

"Wait, do you think that we're going to be used to replace the first team"

"Possibly. And that worries me. They're combat based. Fighting for whatever side they're told to. I don't want the team… my team to be combat orientated. That sphere is just too complicated. Too many variables, too many reasons people are fighting. And that's if we're lucky. The only times it's not so complicated is when we are facing something so wrong and corrupted it doesn't bear talking about. We work as relief, occasionally policing"

"Do you think that they will force us to fight?"

"They, The UN? Unlikely. We are not soldiers to be sent away to fight, Angela. I'm happy to fight against Human Traffickers, slavers, to protect civilian populations from the bombs and guns of those fighting and to give aid to those in need. But I've seen war. It's never black and white. Most of the time there are no goodies and baddies. Just people. No black and white. Just gray"

"Colours" Angela put in. Zarya gave a confused look.

"I see it more as colours. Red socialists Vs Blue Conservatives. Brown Fascists Vs Orange Liberals. Each have their own view of good and evil. Black and white and gray is too simple. Good and evil are social constructs"

Zarya listened, and paused. Finally, she snickered.

"I think I've realised Lena's type" she said.

"I… what?"

"Nerds" She flashed a grin. "You're a great big nerd"

"Oh, c'mon. That's not fair"

"Her ex is working on the Moon station, Guillard was… is a writer and you're a scientist who says stuff like that" She guffawed. "She's thirsty for the smart ones"

"Explains why she doesn't fancy you then"

Zarya gave another guffaw and motioned for Angela to follow.

"I'm getting a drink before we're headed out"

"You know it makes you colder, right?"

"Yeah. But it helps me stand Reinhardt" they stepped into the kitchen and Zarya brought herself out a glass. "And makes me brave" she passed Angela a can of pop.

"Brave?" Angela popped it open. "I don't remember you ever requiring Dutch courage"

"It's not what's outside I'm scared of"

"Okay, spill" Angela told her. "You're being cryptic. The UN isn't completely angelic, but you're making it sound like they're going to send us to start coups. Even if they wanted us to, the UN is so weak right now they can barely send Peacekeepers anywhere without bankrupting themselves"

"No. They're not going to send us. But they'll give us to those who will" she looked up. "Tell me, who decides our policy?"

"The Security Council, though we ultimately decide our actions. Each member can give us orders, but it's up to us to decide if they fall under the policy decided"

"Right. Japan asked us to protect Genji. First time any specific country asked us for anything"

"Look. We're going around in circles. Even if a country asked us to do something, you're here to decide whether or not it's bullshit"

"I can be replaced" Zarya muttered into her drink.

"For god's sake, By who?"

Zarya stared at Angela.

"Oh. But wait, they can't make me-"

"It'll be that or throw you off and make sure you can't save any more lives. Then it'll be someone more obedient"

"And we'll be just like the first Overwatch team" Angela felt cold grip her heart. "We'll be sent to fight according to the wishes of the most powerful on the Security council"

"France, the US, Russia, China and the UK" Zarya finished. "And what's more, I've got proof Overwatch has been working with these countries specifically. And others"

She tossed Angela her holophone, and smiled at with the rare satisfaction that came from confusing Angela.

"Go ahead. Open it up" she watched as Angela did so, and began to read.

A minute passed, and still Angela read with her drink untouched. Zarya apparently forgotten. Only once Zarya put down her drink with a loud clink did she look up.

"This is…

"Assistance for pro-USA dictatorship in South America, along with killing rebels. A job usually given to the CIA and Delta Force, but the USA decided to go the extra mile with Early Overwatch. Smuggling guns to seperatist movements in Xinjiang to justify crackdowns. China, of course. Planting drugs on asylum seeking caravans for the UK and France. Assassinating Ukrainian separatists for Russia. You get the idea. And who's name keeps coming up?"

"Reyes… Blackwatch"

"Looks like they have a stronger working relationship then we thought. Overwatch got up to some pretty shady things back in its early days"

"Overwatch has been used in all that?" Angela was aghast. I know they weren't clean. But still. This is just…

Zarya picked up her vodka, and downed it in one shot. "I'm not sure. I found all that on our gracious hosts encrypted PC. Your Mexican friend is very useful"

"Reinhardt?"

"Why do you think I let him get drunk those nights ago?" She had poured herself another shot, and had downed it again. Angela wasn't worried. She knew Zarya could hold her liquor. "You think I would allow members of my team; even temporary ones, to get completely drunk while on a mission?"

Angela looked at the data again, and found she was shaking. She was angry; raging, the fear replaced with a burning fire. She had grown to like Reinhardt, thought of him as basically decent. But now, she wanted answers. And the cold forests outside looked like a perfect place to get them. To know this had happened, and that the same could possibly happen to her own team and friends, was enough for her mind to become as sharp and cold as a razors edge.

"I can see you are angry, Angela" Zarya chuckled. She downed her final shot. "Shall we get started?"

"Yes" replied Angela. Together, full of purpose. The two women began to move to the equipment room.

"I just have to know" Angela started. "Technically Lena is part of Overwatch. Do you think she-

"Not at all" Zarya replied firmly. "She drew my attention to it. Apparently some "MI6 Wankers", her words not mine, wanted her to do some assassinations for them on Scottish Separatists"

"And?" Angela asked breathlessly.

"She leaked it to the press. Nothing came of it. They tried threatening her, and for retaliation she stole three classified papers from Porton Down and put them in Buckingham Palace, all the while not being seen on any camera or surveillance whatsoever"

Angela did not try to hide her grin. "Oh, that is so cool"

"She is an exceptionally dangerous woman Angela" Zarya said quietly.

"I know" Angela's grin did not subside.

Zarya did not smile back.

"Tell me," Angela asked. "You plan to confront him with those documents. What if he retaliates? That's a big suit of armour he has"

"I believe you mentioned something about a voice command in his armour?"

"If he goes down, we lose someone we can use against the Bastion. Or One, if he attacks"

"That's what I'm counting on. They will add pressure to him to tell the truth, to keep the peace"

"I don't like that gamble" Angela sneered. "We're placing everyone's lives on the line with this. The Bastion is still out there-

"Yes. Without the Bastion this probably wouldn't work"