*Above the Earth*
The launch was smooth, piercing through the skies, the atmosphere, and very soon, they could see the globe beneath them. It was so magical that Quillion reached for his sketchbook, only to realize with a pained heart that he had left his things back on Earth, addressed to Reinhardt with instructions to pass to Amelie once she awakes.
That is, that's what he planned to have happened.
Excluding Sigma, who was enjoying the shifts of gravity, and Moira who remained seated, pale in the face, everyone else freed themselves from their restraints and floated towards Reinhardt, who was trying to unbuckle his own.
"Why are these buttons so small" he complained.
"You aren't going anywhere until you tell us how, when, and why you're here" Sombra scolded.
"I know I am beautiful alright? But why don't we look outside instead of talking to me? It is not everyday you travel through space! Just like in the movies!"
"Answer the question" Reaper growled.
"Quallion, help me out here!"
Quillion merely looked and shrugged, partly because he also would like to know why he is here, angered at the fact that his things would never reach Amelie, and also because Reinhardt still got his name wrong.
"Tell us, or you are tying you up and blindfold you for the rest of the trip" Sombra continued.
"You wouldn't dare"
"Try us" Reaper countered.
Seeing that he is at a disadvantage, the Crusader relented.
"Fine, just let me sit there" he said, pointing to a space next to the window "I will share my tale with a view"
Sombra looked at Reaper and he nodded, promoting her to unbuckle Reinhardt, who laughed boisterously as he felt himself float up into the air. Like a child, he excitedly clambered over to the window and his eyes lit up with joy at what he saw.
"The world is truly a beautiful place" he said before looking at all of them "Take courage friends! That is what we are fighting for! There will be nothing more honorable or glorious than this!"
"I guess that answers the why… But not when and how- Wait… Where is Bap?" Sombra said, her tune changing suddenly.
"The medic? Do not worry, I just-"
*An hour before launch*
Lox's instructions were simple. Fly to Russia and bring Reinhardt back to base, while also being reminded privately by Captain Amari to comply with any instructions that he might give. However, he did not expect this.
"Let me go! I said let me go!" Baptiste shouted, wriggling hard in a vain attempt to free himself.
"You do not even have a spacesuit, you won't last a minute up there" Reinhardt said before throwing him into the shuttle's cargo hold.
"That's your fault and you know it! Ou menm sòt Kwazad, kite m ale! Kite-" Baptiste shouted before he closed the lid of the cargo hold over him, muffling his words.
"Ahh… Finally some peace and quiet"
"Err… Are you sure you want to take him along with us like this?" Lox asked.
"With you, I'm not going back" Reinhardt corrected and started back towards the factory.
"Wait what? I have orders to take you back after the launch! What am I supposed to tell the others?"
"Just tell them that I have unfinished business to do here"
"Reinhardt! I… Err… Wait!" Lox said, jogging to catch up "I can't just go back with just that, I need specifics!"
"Since when do you need specifics?"
"Since… Since…"
"Since?"
"Since I stole the ship and travelled the world with Lena and Hana" he blurted out, desperate as Reinhardt was about to enter a building "I've been under constant surveillance for misconduct since then and if I don't follow orders to the letter they'll cut my pay!"
Suddenly, Reinhardt stopped and turned around with a stern look on his face, stopping Lox in his tracks. He had never seen him with that sort of look before, as if he was a disappointed and angered grandfather, especially with his white mane.
"You should never allow 'pay' to be the most important thing in your life, especially after an adventure" he said.
"That's easy for you to say, you don't have a family nor bills to pay" Lox replied, standing firm under Reinhardt's gaze.
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Reinhardt broke the tension with a booming laugh and making Lox stumble when he patted him in the back.
"I am sorry, I got myself too excited that I have forgotten that not everyone has the fire of a Crusader! Very well… Tell them this: Reinhardt is going to show the world that the Crusaders can still, and always will be its shield!"
After hearing this, tears formed in Lox's eyes and he gazed up at the beautiful, chiseled face of Reinhardt, whose white hair suddenly glowed and shone like the sun, his brown eyes reminded him of the beautiful woodland forests of old. Standing up to his full height, Lox gave the Crusader's salute and in deep awe by Reinhardt's spirit, he recited the old Crusader code with reverence.
"Live with honor" he said.
"Die with glory!" Reinhardt finished.
Lox left, his spirit rekindled with awe that such a lion of a man exists in his lifetime, overwhelmed by the fact that though he does not know what Reinhardt plans to do, it will surely secure the Crusader Order, that despite all odds, he will continue to prove that the Crusaders will always be Earth's last hope for peace and survival.
"And that's what happened" Reinhardt said.
"Yeah, no. I believe everything except that last part" Sombra said, much to the agreement of the group.
"Believe what you want, but that is the absolute truth!" Reinhardt boasted.
After that no one said anything, as nothing they could say now could stop the mission and all they could do was to quickly accept the fact that they had a stowaway who would surely join them in the upcoming fight. Once the initial shock was gone, they all secretly harbored a relief that he is here, as he had proved to be the most comfortable with space combat (albeit he was just swinging his hammer around) and that his barrier could offer some much needed cover.
With little more than a few hours, they busied themselves to check, double check, and triple check their things, knowing that they would have little to no time to do so once they landed.
Sombra will be in charge of the map. To do so, she will stay in the cockpit and unleash a 'sonic attack' at the base once they're in range, relying on the sonar waves to penetrate the walls, hope that it'll be enough to give an accurate layout of any update of the map and whatever that might be waiting for them. Sigma moved to a quieter part of the shuttle to steady himself for the attack, meditating with the gravity, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he would not lead the attack alone anymore since Reinhardt is here, who took a completely opposite approach to prepare himself by telling stories that no one cares about.
Quillion opened an overhead compartment and found the case with his name on it and was pleased with its contents. To the casual viewer, it would just look like a futuristic (at least for him) rifle, but what he was told, instead of regular gunpowder ammunition, this shoots lasers.
Freaking. Lasers.
"Must be rough eh?" Sombra said, looking at him reading the manual.
"What?"
"Don't need to pretend. I'd be mad too if they give me such an old tech"
He didn't say anything. This may be old for them, but if last year's events have taught him anything, it was that as long as he keeps his cool and relies on his training, he could still be a force to reckon with in the field. With an upgrade like this would only be like spices to the main dish in relative to his existing skills rather than it being the main dish. Plus, it is still a laser gun.
"I'll manage. What do you think is happening down there?" he asked, looking back to Earth.
"Focus. We don't know what's waiting for us"
Quillion heard a clatter and he looked around nervously, hoping that the Russians had not left a screw loose out of spite. That was when he realized that Sombra's leg was hopping up and down aggressively as she continued to key in random codes to… Whatever she's keying into. It is obvious that the nerves are getting to her.
"That person you'd wanna settle with, what's he like?" he asked.
"That's a random question"
"Hey whoever caught your attention must be a pretty special guy, is it Bap?" he said, making her smile.
"Bap? No way, he's just a friend. Nah... " she sighed, checking if the others were listening "The other one is way better"
"How'd you two meet?"
"Err… Well, it was brief, but we did manage to get a hug in"
"Oho? That's nice, what's the lucky guy's name?"
She thought for a moment before answering.
"Cassidy"
"Oh whoops, then I guess I'll have to say lucky girl then"
Sombra smiled and punched him in the shoulder before resuming her hacking, this time, with her legs steady.
Satisfied that she is now calmer, he looked around at the team, wondering if they needed any help with something, but found it hard to assist. Moira still looked sick and Reaper had returned to his seat, alone with his own thoughts. Reinhardt remained at the window, clearly starstruck by the view of the Earth while telling his stories.
"By the way, do you happen to know a cowboy in Overwatch?" Sombra asked.
"McCree? Yeah you can say we are… Acquainted" Quillion shuddered as memories of his 'training' came flooding back.
"Know any good stories?"
"Ha, you have no idea, I mean there was that one time he pushed me off a building-"
*Gibraltar: Overwatch*
"A…Achoo!" McCree sneezed.
"Bless you" Smith said out of habit.
"Heh, thanks boss, keep 'em comin', we're gonna need all the blessings we can get"
"I suppose… But like the Commander said, all we had to do is wait for good news from above eh?"
McCree merely grunted as he lit his cigar. Morrison had not told any of them why he had emptied the base except for the seemingly random individuals that were ordered (some even threatened) to remain, but thanks to Morrison's reputation, they simply compiled, though not without complaint.
Even Smith was kept in the dark, the only instructions that Morrison gave him, which confused him greatly, was to gather up a small but elite Control Team of men who not only are experts in non-lethal hand to hand combat, but have never eaten anything from the Shambali faith for at least ten years. Once that was done, he was to bolster the internal defenses of the base, especially for the Medical Bay and the Command Room.
"Nice piece of work. When were these installed?" McCree asked, inspecting some of the reinforced sliding doors that are now littered across the base.
"Just before… They went to London" Smith replied, looking at the date in his notebook.
"Ya know, for a high ranking man, you sure rely a lot on that book"
"Well, we all have our own ways to do things"
"That we do. That we do"
"By the way, how's the Control Team? I hope their skills are satisfactory cause they're not easy to find"
"Yeah they're good boys, just hope that if the time comes they will be able to do their job"
"About that. Can you please let me know what we are expecting? It'll be easier for me to plan the defense"
"Sorry boss, that's classified, but we just need to make sure that once I push this button, no one but me can enter the Medical Bay and the Command Room" McCree said, his metallic arm still clasping the remote.
Smith nodded with disappointment. He had never questioned Morrison's methods, but his recent co-operation with Sombra has made him extremely uncomfortable, especially when he had literally welcomed her into their facilities and even permitted to upgrade her already formidable powers. To make things even more suspicious, only a few days after he sent her away, the Talon agents escaped from the most secure prisons known to man.
And this does not even cover their surprise when he gave refuge to the fearsome Widowmaker, who is now under their care.
He was not alone to suspect this, the speculation that Morrison had something to do with the Talons escaping had been a hot topic in the base for the past few weeks, leading to further speculation when the recent command to confine them in the base during what could be the world's most historic moment was some sort of weird punishment.
Many were upset as they thought they could not watch the Pax Aeternum Ceremony, but to their relief, McCree ordered the technicians to install a large holovid and speakers for everyone in the Mess Hall, so long as they follow the almost childish condition that they were all to 'sit down quietly' and 'not get into any fights'.
"Everyone's in there then?" McCree asked when they walked by.
"Yes, all 300 of them, except for the Control Team, some nurses, and us"
McCree shifted the cigar in his mouth when he heard the numbers, heavily doubting that the Control Team of 10 would last for more than a minute if push came to shove. Hiding his discomfort, he excused himself and walked to the Medical Bay, where a nurse greeted him.
"Good afternoon Mr McCree, do you need anything?"
"Howdy there darlin', I'm here to meet the prisoner"
The nurse led him to the ICU, where she pulled the curtains apart so they could see Amelie, who was still unconscious. Even with covers on, it is plain that her torso and shoulder were heavily bandaged, just like her hands.
"Any idea when she is going to wake up?" he asked.
"We don't know"
"Eh? I'm sure you can figure it out, especially when we spent all the mint on these things" McCree said, indicating the medical equipment around them.
"We can't even treat her with conventional means, not without knowing that Talon did to her specifically, and with her blood pressure so low, we just couldn't say, even with all our equipment"
"Shame…" he sighed. He would feel much more comfortable if she were to help him hold the line, as long as she does not kill anyone. Plus, he had always been secretly crushing to see how she moves in a fight.
"Anything else we could help you with?"
"These things reinforced?" he asked, tapping on the glass and door.
"Err… Well, the Major had them replaced earlier"
"The who?"
"Major Smith?"
"Oh? Oh right right… Forgot he got promoted" McCree laughed "When did that happen again? I feel like we've skipped over that"
"Well, to my understanding it was a quiet ceremony led by Commander Morrison himself"
"Huh… Interesting, anyone else?"
"I think Winston was also promoted, but we are not sure what rank he was granted with"
"Even Winston? My my, everyone's just going up in the world" McCree exclaimed before exiting the room.
With nothing else to do but wait, he retreated back to his own quarters.
"Would you like an update about the others?" Athena asked.
"Yeah sure why not, but give me the short version" he said, lying down on the bed.
"The Commander and the others are still conducting crowd control in London, specifically King's Row. The Russians have launched a shuttle towards the Moon, eta 2 hours 14 minutes. The Control Team is currently training in the gym, their morale is estimated to be high"
"Sounds like everyone's havin' fun out there"
"If the attack on the Moon fails, this place would become a 'fun' place for you"
"I was being sarcastic"
"So was I"
McCree chuckled. He remembered when Athena was first installed here and she would talk like a plank of wood. Always official, always professional, so it was good to see that over the years, she had somehow learnt to shave off some of that professionalism.
Pulling out the cylinder from his pocket, he looked at it with interest, wondering if Athena could even fit in such a small device. He also smiled at its simplistic structure, so simple that it even came with a three step instruction engraved on its side. First, point the sharp end towards the designated location. Second, press the big red switch on the side of the device. Finally, pull out when done.
"You sure all I do is to just stick this in ya? This looks nasty" he asked, pricking his finger at the sharp end.
"Yes"
"Welp if you say so, don't blame me if something goes wrong"
Then there was silence, saved for the ticking clock next to his bed. Looking at it, it is nearly three o'clock in the afternoon, making London time two o'clock, and if Athena's eta of their landing is accurate, Quillion and the Talons would only have two hours before the ceremony starts. The thought scares him as there would be no way of knowing how they would do up there and how much time he would have to organize the Control Team to ensure that Overwatch HQ would still be standing tomorrow.
Hating the silence, he thought about playing his harmonica when he suddenly remembered something.
"Hey Athena, that hacker gal missing a few fingers weeks back… What do you know about her?"
"I know that her reputation only serves to waterdown her actual skills and her codes are beyond the state of the art-"
"No no, I mean… Ya know, what can you tell me about her personally?"
*London: King's Row*
"Icarus has taken flight. I repeat, Icarus has taken flight"
"Icarus?" Lena asked Winston when everyone else responded in affirmative.
"Quillion and the others have been launched, it's all on them now" he replied, looking up towards the sky as if hoping to see them.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Quil won't let us down"
Winston smiled and nodded, keeping his thoughts private as he had done so for weeks since the mission was planned.
It is absolutely a necessity for the God Program to be stopped, but to do so would mean shutting down the only thing that is keeping the base running, especially the life support systems. Which will ultimately lead to the death of all living things up there, and though he never had a close relationship with any of his own kin nor the hamsters, they were all still, in essence, the family he grew up with.
"Winston, Lena, do you copy?" Ana called.
"I think you mean Tracer, but yes we are ready and waitin'- Wait, this a private channel?" Lene replied, checking.
"Yes, I do not want to cause a panic, but do you guys see Angela anywhere? I could not raise her"
"On my way!" Lena immediately said, already Blinking away.
"Tracer wait! We can't just go without knowing where she could be!" Winston shouted.
"We've got no time! Hurry, Angie needs us!"
"We don't know whether it was just a technical error or if she really is in trouble"
"You know just as well as I do that she's never like this" Lena thought, Blinking hard across the roofs and straining her eyes hard as she scanned the crowd while listening to the police frequency for a possible clue for her location.
However, she was not running at random, using the groups of Omnics as a reference point, she quickly found the Omnic she was looking for. Even after all this time, she still wore the same jacket since the last time they spent time with one another. Plus the headsets were a dead giveaway.
"Iggy!" she shouted, Blinking down.
"Lena? Lena! It's been a long time!" the young Omnic shouted, taking off her headset and welcomed Lena with open arms.
"How've you been?"
"No time. I'm so sorry to come back and ask you for a favor like this, but I need to know if you know anything about a kidnapping of a doctor? A woman doctor"
Sensing the urgency, Iggy quickly called together a group of prominent looking Omnics, many whom Lena recognized from the days when the Omnic Kace was still an influential, self declaring leader of the Underworld. She could tell that since then, Iggy seemed to have been chosen as his replacement, judging how the other Omnics were behaving around her.
"We all know what to look for, let us know the moment you hear something" Iggy said after a brief explanation.
"Thanks Iggy, I'm in your debt" Lena said after the Omnics nodded and left.
"Don't mention it, we all remember the part you played to ensure the peace between us and the humans, and to show us all what a rust bucket that Kace was. Plus..." Iggy said, hesitating for a moment "We also heard what happened to Emily… We are so, so sorry to hear what happened. We wished we could've helped"
"... And look at you! Big boss of the Underworld now eh?" Lena said, quickly changing the subject.
"Nah, I'm just one of the representatives, we are all doing our part to keep everyone in line so that tonight will be as peaceful as possible"
"Tracer! There you are!" Winston panted, climbing down a fire escape platform slowly.
"Oh wow, I guess this is Winston!" Iggy said as Omnics quickly flocked to them to see him.
"Hello, yes I am" he replied nervously, looking at all of them.
"Sorry, it is rare for an Omnic to meet a gorilla who also happens to speak and is a scientist"
"I'm a scienti- Oh yes, I-I suppose it is rare" he stammered.
As he took the time to catch his breath and entertain some of the children class Omnics, Lena and Iggy continued their search in the darker side of King's Row, hoping to find clues of her disappearance, but most of their inquiries came back empty, as many of the crimes were petty thievery and vandalism. Even as the others came back with their reports, it was mostly the same news, saved for one.
"It must have something to do with those newcomers" the old Omnic said.
"This is Tau, one of our Elders and also out Head Engineer of the Maintenance Support Field, or in human terms, he like a surgeon for Omnics"
"Do you have connections to the hospitals? Is Angie there?"
"Forgive me, but I do not have those kinds of connections. However, I may have found a clue. I have seen every model of all Omnics that exists today, be they Government Class, Military, Civilian, and even the Null Sector, but recently a group of Omnics did come with an entirely different built and design"
"Could just be some new model you've haven't seen" Iggy said.
"Not like that. What they were was a harmonious mixture of perfection and disaster, as if the Iris Itself designed them, but were put together by childish amateurs"
"How would this information help us? We're running out of time!" Lena exclaimed.
"Lena, come over for a bit" Iggy said, pulling her and Winston aside "Look, tensions are high enough as it is, I may be barely holding back the rest of the Omnics in line but I can assure you, none of us would ever stoop to the level of kidnapping, so if Tau said there is a group of unknowns around, I think it's worth a look"
"What do you think?" Lena asked Winston.
"I think this is a lead, I trust that they are not too hard to find?" he asked Iggy.
She paused for a moment before going back to Tau to discuss something. After a few seconds, she came back with a box in her hands.
"These are mechanical scanners he used to check if any of us are in need of maintenance. It has a beep and vibrating function to let you guys know if you're near Omnics that are faulty"
"I suppose if we're near those guys, these things would let us know?"
"Yes. Like he said, their design was near perfect, but the hands that made them were amateurish, therefore for these scanners, they are in desperate need for assistance"
"Thanks… Sorry that our reunion had to be like this, I'll try to make up for it" Lena added after strapping the device to her arm.
"Don't mention it, we're honored to be helping our hero"
Iggy expected them to leave the moment the scanners were strapped onto them, but instead of that, they stood where they were, frowning.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't think the scanners were supposed to vibrate this much right?"
*Horizon Lunar Colony*
"What is that?" Simon asked.
Everyone sighed and looked out the window half-heartedly, knowing that he would just shout at them to do it if they ignored him. Putting away whatever was in their hands and tried to find something out of the ordinary. Just as they expected, there was nothing, only space and distant stars greeted their eyes.
"I suppose Sirius is a bit brighter at this time" one guessed.
"No… I think Vega is especially nice now"
"Not out there you idiots! From Earth!"
Confused, everyone quickly diverted their attention to where he was pointing and saw that indeed there was a glare in the distance that was growing steadily brighter with each passing second. It did not take long for them to realize it was something launched from Earth.
"Was there a launch scheduled today?"
"No, everything has been delayed for the Ceremony" one of them replied as the team skimmed through their screens.
"Find out where that is from and where is its destination" Simon demanded.
A flurry of activity swept through the room and very soon the results were shown on screen.
"It is from Russia and its destination is… Here?" one of the apes replied worryingly.
"Here? You mean the moon? Where on the moon?"
"No… This station"
Immediately Simon ran out of the room and moved at full speed towards the Observation Room with excitement. He must tell her how he spotted the abnormality first before anyone else, especially before Dyson, who Mother seemed to have been speaking to more often recently. Sure he may have been the engineer for the Omnics they sent down, but the one sent to the blue woman failed! Why should She even bother giving him attention for his failures?
When he reached, he stopped outside the door to catch his breath, ensuring that he would be able to tell the story properly and leave no details out. However, to his surprise and anger, while he thought he would be the first here, some hamsters were already standing outside the door. When they saw him, they scurried away, surely feigning ignorance to his presence as they dashed towards one of the vents without so much as another glance at him.
He thought about shouting at them as they ran, but decided against it, surely they were already scared and jealous of him so he needed not waste his breath.
"And they should be. They are tiny while I am big, I am Mother's favourite while they're just here to pick up the crumbs of Her attention" he thought with a smile.
The doors slid open before he reached it and one of Mother's caretakers came out, looking worried, which was puzzling. To him, she had one, if not the second most important job in the Colony, just beneath his own position as leader of the apes, which was to clean the Eye that Mother occasionally uses to observe the globe.
He opened his mouth to call out to her, only to realize that he had forgotten her name. It was Hypa-something and it had always annoyed him that she never bothered to change how she would like to be called.
It didn't matter. He would ask her later. For now he must tell Mother of his achievement.
"Mother! I have made an amazing discovery!" he shouted, pushing the doors apart triumphantly as he walked in.
Silence.
"Mother?"
Further silence.
Simon gulped nervously. She had never ignored him. Ever. Especially not in the Observation Room, where Her presence was always the strongest. Was that why Hypa-something went off earlier? Was that why she looked worried?
A little hiss of air caught his attention and he ran towards the source of the noise, hoping to find out why everything was so quiet, only to see one of the many vacuum cleaners that were gliding across the floor emptying its contents into the trash chute.
"The hamsters…" he growled and felt himself grow bigger as his skin turned red.
"Alright, everyone knows what they need to do?" Calvin said to the other hamsters.
"Yes" was the chorused reply.
"Good. Remember everyone, we had been waiting for an opportunity like this for ages, so let's not mess this up!"
"Yeah!" they all squeaked excitedly.
"We have been working on maintenance machinery for too long, now it's the time to show off what we can really do!"
The hamsters all cheered, squeaked, and squealed with joy. They have all been dying to show off their secret projects but The Mother has never been appreciative of their creativity, only having ordered them to focus on building boring stuff like cleaners and maintenance projects, while giving the fun stuff to the apes to do. Now that the invaders are coming, they can finally play with their toys.
Their celebration was unfortunately cut short when a roar echoed through the duct system, almost deafening all of them.
"CALVIN! GET OUT HERE NOW!" Simon roared through one of the vent openings.
"What does he want now?" Calvin thought, rubbing his ears.
*Horizon Lunar Colony: Canteen*
"You overgrown furball, you didn't need to shout" Calvin said and was about to poke his head out when a giant fist tried to grab him.
"Hey! You're not allowed to touch me!"
"What did you do to Mother?! Tell me!" Simon seethed.
Shocked, Calvin tried to remember the maintenance schedules of the day and could not think of anything. And he doubts that any of the other hamsters were ever in the Observation Room so there was no way She could've been affected by them. However, judging with Simon's red skin, something bad has happened.
"We didn't do anything to Her, there wasn't a schedule planned!"
"Liar! You hamsters have always been jealous of us apes, so fix her now or our peace is over!"
"Jealous? Jealous?! So what if we are jealous? She's the only one who keeps up alive in this ball of rock, so why would we do anything to compromise Her systems?"
"What's going on here?" Hypatia asked from the door suddenly.
"The hamsters are traitors! They hurt Mother!" Simon shouted, poking his fingers into the vents in an attempt to force Calvin out.
"If you stop poking your dirty fingers into my holes and use your brain for once, you'd know we would never do that!"
"Both of you stop! Mother is currently organizing the defences and needs everyone to prepare for the attack!"
"How would you know? You're just a caretaker!"
"Because She sent me to stop both of you!"
Immediately Simon stopped and looked at her, as if trying to understand what she just said.
"Mother is alive?"
"Of course, why wouldn't She be?" Hypatia replied in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.
"Because She did not respond to me when I tried to talk to Her just now!"
"That is because She had diverted all power to increase our defenses, you overgrown infant!"
In a blink, Hypatia found herself on the floor with the side of her cheek stinging. As she rubbed her face, she saw that Simon had kept his arm out purposefully above her.
"Call me that again, I will not be so kind. Remember I'm the leader and you are nothing more than a caretaker" he growled before walking out.
"You alright?" Calvin asked, poking his head out cautiously.
"I'll be fine, gather your groups. Mother should give you your instructions soon"
Hey all!
For those who might not know, the characters Iggy and Kace are from the official Overwatch Comic named London Calling (a background lore on Lena)