Hello! So it's been a while I know, but college is college haha. So, hope this chapter is worth it to you all! You know I work hard on these for you guys to enjoy. I don't want anyone disappointed, and if you are… I'm sorry lol

BTW, until Sombra is officially announced, nothing about her will appear in this fic. So NO, Alejandra is not Sombra!….Yet. XD we will see, okay? A warrior's greatest weapon is patience. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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It took hours, but they finally moved and cremated the bodies of the dead Shimada guards, including Hanzo and Genji's uncle. The smoke and ashes gently ascended into the setting sun, as if becoming one with the clouds that speckled and streaked the red evening sky.

Once the burning of their fallen enemies ceased, the Shimada brothers escorted each Overwatch member to the guest apartments, just outside of the Shimada gates. Hanzo brought the last of the group to their quarters, who just happened to be Jack, Lena, and Alejandra. Lena had already been shown her room, but insisted on accompanying the other three. They approached the final room at the end of the hall.

"This shall be your quarters, Commander," Hanzo said, plainly, opening the sliding door revealing a simple, yet oddly charming bedroom.

On one end stood a tall wardrobe with dragon carvings up and down its side. On the other, a simple bed with cream colored sheets. A window at the far end of the room let in the soft moonlight for just a moment before Hanzo flipped the light switch.

Jack admitted to himself it wasn't the most secure location, but he was grateful for the Shimada leader offering this place to them all. Besides, it was just a temporary spot. They wouldn't be here for long.

"Thanks, Hanz'. It means a lot," he said, stepping into the room.

Hanzo made a soft grimace at the shortening of his name, not particularly caring for how Morrison used it, but knew the man meant no disrespect, and shook it off.

Jack paused for a moment and turned slightly to face the archer, arms across his chest. He thought back on the power he had just witnessed by Hanzo and Genji. It intrigued him… and scared him.

"I worked with Genji for ten years," he began, "I never knew he had that kind of power,"

Hanzo just shrugged.

"It is not something to be taken lightly. Only to be used when necessary. I guess he never found a time when it would be useful," Hanzo replied.

Morrison would beg to differ. There were many times when a giant glowing spirit dragon would have come in handy. But, there would be not point in arguing, really. It was too long ago to even matter now. He would just keep that power in mind for future reference

"Um, excuse me, señor Shimada," Alejandra spoke up, "I didn't get a room..."

Hanzo's eyes widened, realizing the error of his ways.

"Alejandra! How could I be so careless. Although… it seems we have just run out of rooms..." he said, regrettably.

"That's alright, love," Lena said, stepping forward, "You take my room. I'll sleep with Jack- I-I mean, sleep in the same room… with Jack," She blushed a deep red, scratching the back of her head.

Alejandra and Hanzo side glanced each other through the corners of their eyes. They knew what was up.

"Very well," Hanzo said, holding back a smirk, "You remember where Lena Sama's room is, Alejandra?"

The young girl nodded and headed down the hall, out of the building. She had other matters to attend to. After bidding the other two goodnight, Hanzo departed as well. It was just Lena and Jack now, alone.

The two entered the room, Jack beginning to remove his armor and setting it inside the wardrobe. Lena took off her gauntlets, goggles, and aviator jacket, setting them against the wardrobe. Overall, not much was said. It was kind of an awkward silence. They haven't been alone like this in a long while. But silence can be a soldier's greatest weakness. It gives a soldier time to think. Right now, Jack wasn't thinking about anything good.

"Lena…" he said suddenly.

The pilot turned to look at Jack, his eyes looking down at his shining blue gauntlets and chest piece, sitting contently inside the dragon wardrobe. He was feeling it again, the sense of powerlessness against overwhelming odds. Here they were, pushed back into the small estate of a former Japanese black market dealer. How can they compete?

"Do you think we can do this? Do you think we can win?" he asked her, not looking away from the old armor.

Lena could hear the doubt in his voice, the frustration, the fear. She understood why he would think that, but she never thought it'd be her giving him the pep talk.

"Jack," she began, "in all my years of working with you, not once have I ever heard you say those words, because you always knew that we could do it; that we would do it," she put a slender hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to face her.

"What do you think, love?" she asked, softly.

Jack sighed. What did he think? He kept flopping back and forth between confidence and weakness. Why was he so indecisive?

"I want to lead you… all of you, but I don't want to lose any of you, either. We've already lost so much… so many. Ana, Mei, everyone. Those who are still alive are scattered only God knows where. And we're outnumbered one hundred to one. How do we fight those odds?"

Lena looked deep into Jack's eyes with a tenderness that he knew all too well. He knew what she was about to say, but he needed to hear it, to reassure himself, to make sure no one else had lost hope.

"Together," she said, "What happened to Mei… we couldn't do anything about it. We weren't there, Jack. But we can make sure it never happens again. And the others. Once they see what we're doing, they'll come back. They'll find us, I'm sure of it. But until then, we gotta stick together. You won't lose us, I swear,"

Jack sighed, feeling a small wave of relief overcome him. That's what he needed to hear, who he needed to hear it from.

"Thanks, Ley. Needed that," he turned back to the wardrobe and pulled off his blue coat, and hung it up.

From behind, Morrison felt two thin, lean arms wrap around him. Lena squeezed him close to her, her chronal accelerator digging into his back. He didn't mind it, though. It had become a part of her, anyways.

"Don't worry, love," she said, pressing her cheek against his back, "We're gonna get through this. You're not doin' this alone, you know,"

Jack couldn't help but smile and turned around to face Lena. Hazel eyes met blue eyes. Lena's arms wrapped firmly around Jack's waist. Heat built up inside of their chests. They longed for something they haven't had in years. They missed each other and they were right there, in front of one another. Jack brought his hands up to her face and cupped her cheeks in his hands, leaned down, and pressed his lips against hers.

The heat turned to a raging fire at that moment as Jack lifted Lena off of the ground in his arms, pressing her against him. She gasped and giggled, remembering their past, loving that it was all coming back. Her heart beat fast and hard, not wanting this moment to end. She leaned towards his ear and whispered.

"Feeling spry, Jack?" she kissed his neck, holding his shoulders tightly.

Jack smirked, "Gets better with age,"

"Oh, get this damn unitard off me," Lena huffed, impatiently.

The unitard wasn't the only thing that came off that night.

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Alejandra didn't sleep, couldn't sleep. She needed more answers. Reyes was alive? He was Reaper? Was her theory correct? Could she find the truth? She needed to. All these thoughts swarmed in her head, like locusts around a field of crops. There was only one person she knew that could help her right now. Well, maybe not a person, but a scientist.

She made her way back into the Shimada court yard where the dropship still remained, lights on and ramp lowered. She suspected that Winston would still be awake. However, while walking up the ramp, she could hear the sound of heavy, guttural snoring. Still, she crept up the ramp.

Sure enough, when she entered the large dropship, she saw a large figure, clad in white and gray armor, slouched over a desk, his massive back rising and falling with every snore. Alejandra didn't really want to wake Winston up, but the choice was taken out of her hands.

"Winston," chirped the digital voice of Athena, "you have a guest,"

Winston shot up immediately, shaking his head to wake himself up.

"Huh? What? Where?" He spun in his chair to face the young girl behind him, "Ah, Alejandra. So sorry, it has been a long day," He said, scratching the back of his head, "What can I do for you?"

Alejandra bit her lip, nervously.

"So sorry, señor Winston. I didn't mean to wake you up. I just needed to find more proof,"

"Ah, of your theory, yes, I remember," Winston said, pushing his glasses farther up his nose, "Jack told me about how you hacked into my computer back at Gibraltar," he said with a smirk and a shake of his head, "I must say, your skills are very impressive,"

Alejandra blushed with embarrassment. Jack told him that? Seriously? She wouldn't be sharing any more secrets with him, any time soon. But, it didn't matter. He didn't seem to be upset. She got straight to business.

"The computer I was looking through had a folder under Gabriel Reyes' file. It was classified and password protected. Jack and I couldn't get in. I was wondering if you knew what was in that folder," she asked, straight forwardly.

Winston stroked his chin, trying to remember the file Alejandra was talking about. He came up blank.

"I can't say I know the specifics. But, what kind of scientist would I be if I didn't keep twenty five different backup files on twenty five external hard drives?" he said, knuckle walking his way over to the holotable at the other end of the room.

Alejandra's heart skipped a beat.

"You have it, here?" she exclaimed, following Winston.

The scientist chuckled, "I back up everything anywhere I can back it up on. Athena, pull up Gabriel's file, please. Keyword, 'classified',"

After a split second, a hologram of a screen, that looked just like the one Alejandra was browsing through on the Gibraltar computer, popped up over the holotable. One folder was highlighted and flashing; the same one she was trying to get into the other day.

"That's it," she said, walking closer to the table.

Winston tapped the hologram of the folder, bringing up a password protected screen, the cursor mocking them with every blink, knowing they didn't know the code. Winston held his chin in his hand, staring intently at the screen. He couldn't imagine what the password could be.

"I can't figure this out, Ali. But, if what the commander told me was true, perhaps you can work your way around this little road block," he suggested, gesturing her towards the front of the table.

Alejandra couldn't believe it. Winston was letting her work the holotable?! She might be the first kid to ever touch one of these things! She was so excited, she was trembling as she approached the complex piece of technology.

A hologram of a keyboard and mouse popped up in front of her, courtesy of Athena. With that, she began to work her magic. Putting that studying time to good use, Alejandra gathered everything she learned to the moment; working her way to find the path, realizing that wasn't working, then opening the port itself, instead. A series of zeroes and ones popped up on the screen. Time to crack the password. This wouldn't be easy. It was a United Nations type file, naturally, so the password wouldn't be something obvious.

She used every method she had studied; dictionary attack, spidering, rainbow table, none of those worked. Alejandra decided it was time to go for brute force. Typing in the necessary functions and keys, she attacked the ones and zeroes until a series of them flashed red. She isolated the word. Perfect. Now she just needed to turn those ones and zeroes into actual characters. Typing in the right algorithms, the binary code began to change. Each number scrolled through the letters of the alphabet until they hit the right character, like a rapid spinning slot machine. Finally, the word flashed before them.

It was a puzzling word. It didn't seem to make sense, at least, to Winston.

"… Sombra…" he said, staring at the hologram, "What does that mean?"

"It's Spanish for 'shadow'," Alejandra replied, "but I have no idea why that's the password. Doesn't matter though. What matters is that we got in,"

She moved the word into the password protected box and hit the enter key. The hologram changed, revealing two separate video files. Alejandra's heart was beating hard in her small chest, eager to see what was so important that it needed to be so heavily protected. She clicked on the first video.

The hologram displayed home footage of a young boy, running and laughing in and out of frame. He was being chased by a man in a black hoodie and beanie, who was laughing heartily as well.

"I'm gonna getcha! I'm gonna getcha!"

"Hahaha! No, papa! Hahah!"

A woman's voice, from behind the camera, giggled at the heart warming sight. Eventually, the man caught the boy and lifted him from the ground, hugged him close, and noogied him. The boy laughed hard, trying to squirm his way out of the man's arms.

"Papa! Hahahah!" the boy exclaimed.

The camera panned up slightly, showing the man's face. Gabriel Reyes held his son close to him, the former zerberting the boy's cheek. The boy finally pushed from Reyes' grasp, trying to catch his breath from laughing. Then he ran towards the camera lady.

"Mama! Mama! I wanna hold the camera!" said the boy.

The next moment, Alejandra saw the pregnant body of a woman next to the body of Gabriel, arms around each other. The camera panned up. There was no denying it now. Next to the former Blackwatch leader stood Alejandra's mother, smiling and kissing him.

Alejandra's eyes were wider than the full moon overhead. Her heart felt like it was going to beat itself out of her chest. She had her proof. Her mother standing right next to Gabriel. He was her father! And he was still alive! The video kept playing.

"And how is little Alejandra doing?" Reyes asked, taking a knee to inspect the roundness of Alexandria's belly.

At that point, the video cut, bringing them back to the screen with the two video files. Alejandra was stunned, not being able to take her eyes away from the screen. Winston was equally intrigued. Reyes never told anyone that he had a family. But one question remained: why did he turn against Overwatch?

"Oh Dios mio!" Alejandra screamed, "I was right! Gabriel, he's my father! And- and I have a brother?! Where is he? What happened to him?! Winston! We have to find-"

"Alejandra, wait, wait," Winston put a hand on her shoulder, "There's one more video. Let's take a look,"

He tapped the icon of the video and it flashed to full screen. The footage was completely different from the first video.

Four people were present in a dimly lit room; Gabriel, Alexandria, their son, and man in a coat and wide brimmed hat, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. The family was tied to chairs all around a table at the center of the room. A bag was put over Alexandria's and the son's heads, but Reyes' was uncovered. The soft whimpering of both bagged victims could be heard, begging the man to release them. Their pleads were not met with compliance. The man in the coat and hat spoke up in a southern accent.

"Now, I'm going to be honest. Patience isn't my strong suit. So I suggest you tell me what I want, when I want to hear it. You and your Overwatch buddies gave me and mah boys a lotta trouble a few years back. I intend to return the favor. Now," he slammed his hands against the table, "Where are mah weapons!?" he yelled.

"I told you!" Reyes shot back, "I have no idea what you're talking about! I don't work for Overwatch! Just let us go, el cabrón!"

The man in the coat shook his head. Revolver in hand, he walked over to the son.

"Hey, hey!" Reyes yelled, "Stay away from my son!"

The words were not headed. Once next to him, the man in the coat swiftly drew his weapon and fired. A loud crack resonated throughout the room, followed by the screeching and crying of Alexandria.

"No!" Reyes screamed, trying to break free from his restraints, to no avail. He hadn't received the enhancements like Jack had. He was one hundred percent human, the strength of a normal man; helpless in this situation.

The coated man leveled his gun at the abdomen of Alexandria next.

"Talk! Or your baby is next! Like I said, patience isn't mah strong suit!" he yelled.

Gabriel was defeated. He couldn't fight this. He just lost his son, he wouldn't lose his daughter and his wife.

"Okay… okay… I'll talk…," he said, regretting every word, "The weapons… they're,"

He never finished that sentence. The wall opposite Reyes exploded inwards, bits and pieces of rubble flew into the room, followed by a high powered sniper shot going straight through the coated man's cranium. Through the smoke walked in Talon soldiers and, in between them all, Widowmaker.

The cold blooded markswoman pointed towards the remaining captives.

"Grab them. If any of you hurt one hair on either of them, I will put a bullet through each of your vital organs," she ordered.

The rest of the family was moved from their seats and the video cut to black.

Both Alejandra and Winston were not ready for that. Tears were welling up in Alejandra's eyes. Waves of anguish rolled over her like tidal waves. Weights of anger dropped down on her like anvils from fifty thousand feet. Her brother, murdered by some no good criminal. Her father taken by Talon and turned into a monster. And her mother, killed by Los Muertos. Everything was taken from her. She didn't care why, or when. She just cared about who to repay the favor to. She just cared about revenge.

"Winston," she said, clenching her fists, "Who was that man… who killed my brother?"

Winston took a moment to recollect the face. He knew he saw him before.

"Jonathan McFly. Former leader of the Deadlock Gang. We were wondering what happened to him ever since Gabriel shut down his operation… Guess we found out," Winston replied.

"Is the Deadlock Gang still active?" Alejandra asked through clenched teeth.

Winston cleared his throat, "There are rumors that Deadlock have been pooling their resources again, getting ready for something big. The United Nations have been looking into it, but, other than that, I have nothing concrete for you…"

Winston didn't like where this was going. He didn't want this sweet little girl to be hell bent on revenge. But, something told him not even Heaven and Hell, if such places even existed, could hold back this girl.

Anger boiled up inside of Alejandra's stomach. She knew she couldn't do anything to the man she just saw kill her brother, but she'd make sure the group he was part of stayed in the ground for good. She felt the lust for bloodshed climb up inside her, wanting to break free, wanting to rid itself from her body and unleash upon those who had wronged her.

Through balled up fists and dripping tears, Alejandra spoke proudly.

"I have three enemies on three different fronts: Deadlock, Los Muertos, and Talon. Each of them took something from me," She turned to face the scientist, eyes poised with vengeful determination, "I lost my brother and my mother. But I will get my father back! Winston, promise me you'll help me. Promise me that Overwatch will get my father back,"

Winston looked into the brown eyes that begged for help, the eyes that shot through his glasses and into his soul. The eyes that could make an entire army retreat. He wouldn't refuse her request, couldn't refuse her request. But something told him that Gabriel was just as lost as the rest of her family. He leaned down to her eye level and removed his glasses.

"Ali, we will do what we can. That is all I can promise,"

Alejandra sighed and turned her eyes away from Winston. She knew that was all he could promise, but it wasn't the promise she was looking for. She was impatient, angry, and needed more than just words.

"… Gracias, Winston,"

She turned on her heal and began to head down the dropship ramp, but stopped for a moment.

"Can you… save those files on a USB for me, or something, por favor?" she asked, turning her head to look back at the scientist.

Winston turned one side of his mouth upward and nodded, saying nothing more.

Alejandra returned the smile and walked down the ramp. She needed to find McCree. He never did give her gun to her.

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Short chapter. I know. Sorry. But I got college now hahah. Just happy I could get this out. Hope this chapter is worth it to you all! And since I know a lot of you also have school, I won't be expecting a lot of reviews and comments. But if you can, please leave a comment/ critique! You know that is the true motivator to getting this story out to you guys! I'm so happy I can provide entertainment to you all! And if you want to talk more about the story, feel free to PM me any time! I'm open to chatting about it or just Overwatch in general! Have a good one! Buh Bye!