Talon ended.

It was a quiet thing, all things told. Known at first only to the highest levels of government, and the various troops backing up the coalition of former Overwatch agents.

With the information that Widowmaker, had given us, it was effectively a simple thing to discreetly infiltrate Talon's bases and gather all the information we needed to strike every cell across the entire planet at once.

Thousands of arrests, in what was being called one of the biggest blows against Terrorism that had even been carried out, heralded the mass capture of almost every member of the organisation. The few that had escaped imprisonment had been killed when resisting arrest, including Doomfist himself, who would have taken down Winston and Reinhart if Angela hadn't been there to keep them alive and Widowmaker not putting a bullet in the muscled man's head when he attempted to attack the healer.

The few that had not been caught in the first round of arrests had been delivered to police stations shortly after, bound in wire cabling and injected with a powerful but not lethal paralytic.

That was something I was going to have to reverse engineer. Talon had outfitted Widowmaker with an amazing toxin that temporarily disrupted the peripheral nervous system of the victim, preventing them from being able to engage various large muscle groups, but allows them to retain their ability to breathe.

It would be a fantastic addition to our arsenal.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the damn thing was made by Moira, and thus impenetrable to my current level of research into biotic energies to replicate the effect. Apparently the paralytic was somehow treated to cause it to become reactive to subtle changes in the natural biotic energies that all living beings had.

As I leant back and massaged my temples, the door to my workshop opened.

An exhausted Angela stood in the doorway, supported by Widowmaker.

"My angel! What happened?" I asked as I strode over to her.

She groaned, "Paperwork, Widowmaker has been officially remanded to my care on a permanent basis, so I had to complete the legal and psychiatric accreditations to become a handler for a dangerous asset."

I picked her up, pulling her into a bridal carry over to the bed. "So, did anything interesting happen?"

"No, everyone is busy dealing with the fallout of Talon not existing anymore." she sighed.

With nimble fingers, I carefully strip Angela of her outfit, leaving her naked in short order. Anglea sighs as my fingers begin to dig into her shoulders. "Your hands are magical as always Jon."

"Like the new Biotic technique?" I asked, "I've been working on my fine manipulation recently, and I stumbled across this."

She moaned as the energy flowed through her, manually re-aligning tissues and clearing the buildup of various chemical wastes. Nerves were triggered in careful concert a blessed bliss spreading through her body.

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turned her over onto her back so that I could watch her heaving mounds as she came down from her high.

Reaching out, she weakly pulled me over to cuddle into my chest. "Thank you Jon, I needed that."

I reached over and stroked her cheek, "Anything for you, love."

We lay there for a few minutes before we remembered thatWidowmaker was in the room with us.

The blue-skinned babe was watching us with laser focus, standing guard by the door to the room. Angela frowned, "What are you doing Widowmaker?"

The assassin fell into a kneel, mechanically responding to the command. "This unit is observing stress relief techniques in order to be able to perform such duties if requested."

I raised an eyebrow at Angela, who blushed, "She does this all the time. If I ask anyone for anything, she will watch them closely and then when she starts to feel that she can replicate their actions, she will start aiding me unless I specifically tell her otherwise. She's actually quite the nurse already, she's almost good enough to take the tests to get legal accreditation on that front."

"Aren't you concerned that people will recognize her?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Widowmaker isn't really known outside of the national security circles, and even then her actual appearance is only known by a few of the higher-ups."

"And the blue skin?" I asked.

Angela shrugged, "It's not unheard of for people to get full-body tattoos like that. And anyway, you said that you were working on a new set of augments for her right?"

I nodded, "I've been working on a few things but with the preparations for the battle against Trigon next week, I haven't had too much time to work on it. The vodun gene editing seems to be working well enough on the rats, but I'm having a lot of trouble with properly triggering tissue metamorphosis. I keep accidentally causing cancer. I sigh."

Angela nods, "Have you tried longer-term metamorphosis?"

"Yep, it's marginally better," I admit, "but I think that mainly seems to stem from giving me a chance to manually destroy the cancerous cells. If I don't observe the process closely, the rate of tumour formation is about equivalent when adjusted for the slower metamorphosis."

She frowns, "Editing the wrong segments of code? How are you adding the new traits anyways?"

"I'm tying it into gene expression in the correct areas. I'm keeping it simple and sticking with the muscle augments, for now, replacing myosin with a better-engineered alternative and producing a better carbon dioxide and oxygen management system in the muscles with a few extra proteins, but every time I try and make the changes I just end up inflicting the poor rats with cancer. " I moan.

Angela pats me on the shoulder weakly, "Can I look over your insertion points?"

"Sure," I said, "the notes are on the network. Project Shield Maiden."

She giggled and shifted to snuggle into my side as I propped myself up to summon my laptop from the table.

Angela watched as I puzzled over the formula again, examining the structure of the horrifically dangerous neurotoxin.

"You know, that looks a lot like she's somehow managed to mimic hard-light effects with biotic energy." Angela mused.

I paused.

That… that could work.

I begin sketching up some designs. Baking off the conceptual links between biotic energy and hard light would be quite the trick, but the two weren't fundamentally opposed, and it was pretty likely that I had a better understanding of this sort of thing than Moira did.

I send off the fabrication instructions to the auto-shop in short order, turning to Angela and pulling her in for a deep kiss.

After we split, Angela sent Widowmaker to get her own tablet and we got to work, discussing the alterations to the strength modification that would be needed to make it safe.

"By the way, how was the all-girl's night?" I asked.

Angela smiled, "It was actually quite a lot of fun. I didn't expect Raven to take command like that, but she was quite the little dom that night. A little inexperienced, but her empathy is almost as big of a cheat as your mental models."

I chuckle, "But you love it, don't you?"

"It feels nice, not having to tell people what you want" she admits, "It feels pretty magical to have someone always there with whatever I need. Though, I didn't think you abilities extended that far."

I shrugged, "My powers might not be perfect, but if I can pick up on your mood perfectly when I'm talking to you, so when I call you to ask if I can come over, I can get a feeling of how you are doing and if you might need me to bring something."

She chuckled, "And here I thought you were precognitive."

"I try." I tease back.

She laughs and leans into my side, falling asleep as she watched me continue to work.

Eventually, I finished up, popping the laptop on the side table and cuddling into Angela before falling asleep.