*Gibraltar: Watchpoint*

Sitting at one of the higher points of the mountain, Quillion busied himself with his sketches, sitting cross legged on the floor. Having lost all of it back in France, he decided to start from scratch again. It was a good setting too, the bright afternoon sun bearing down on the ocean that showed off its beautiful waves, distant freights going about their businesses and the city of Gibraltar on the side.

He was halfway through sketching the city when he heard the sound of steps behind him. He did not need to turn around; she always had her own gracious way of going up the steps. Knowing she must be here to talk, he set his things aside as Amelie sat down next to him.

"Horizon Lunar Colony" she said.

"Yeah… And I have no idea how to process that" he replied, not caring how she knew, just as long as she did not kill for it, which was unlikely since Athena did not make any efforts to call out to him.

"How do you mean?"

Quillion put his arms behind him and leaned back, staring at the blue sky.

"You know, decades ago, the idea of building a literal colony out on the moon was still just a dream"

Amelie nodded, an action that she practiced to make her seem more like a normal person, secretly hoping that this is the right to use it to seem more approachable or sensitive.

"And?"

"I dunno… It's just… Strange…" he said.

"Are you afraid?"

"What? No" he blurted.

"Liar"

Sighing, he couldn't help but smile. As much as he hated to be read like a book, it had encouraged him to be as open and honest about his feelings as possible, even if she could not fully comprehend how any of it matters.

He had also missed her. They lived a better part of the year together and had spent countless hours planning new ideas for the manor or roleplaying how 'normal' people talk, so to be apart for a couple of days had been somewhat lonesome. To have her approach him is a comforting action too as he had no idea when he should visit.

There was also an unexpected surprise.

"You braided your hair?" he asked, only now noticing the change.

"Yes, do you like it?"

"Yeah"

"Liar"

"Guess you can really read me like a book" he laughed.

"You'll get used to it"

"To be a book or your new look?"

"Both"

"Phew guess I got my work cut out for me"

Amelie let out one of her rare chuckles and looked down at the sketchbook, trying to appreciate why he seemed to enjoy it so much. This was also one of the methods that they roleplayed, to divert attention away from uncomfortable topics to allow the person to feel at ease.

Normally she would not give much thought about it, but he had pointed out that most of her conversation skills had been honed to seduce and lure, she needed to practice different areas of conversation to merge back to a 'normal' life.

"I know you're thinking why don't I just take a picture" Quillion said, his turn to read her.

"It does seem to be the more obvious choice" she admitted.

"You really should try it, it's fun" he said, offering her a pencil.

This was the eighth time he had offered her to sketch and it will be the ninth when Amelie shook her head and pushed his hand away.

"Why are you afraid?" she asked again, wondering if she should've waited longer before returning to the topic at hand.

He put the pencil down slowly, deliberately. He knew she was making an effort to talk properly so it would be rude of him not to at least try to engage the main question.

"You know how I said we'll leave the moment we know who HLC is? Now that we know where they are… I don't even know how to process it"

"Why?"

"I mean, going to the moon ya know? That's… Kinda a big deal, I mean… The moon… In my time that's only a dream..."

Her first reaction was to immediately say "Yes you said that", but she opted not to speak, waiting patiently for him to finish.

"I guess… Bottom line is... I'm afraid we would start another war?" he said slowly, unsure if those were the right words.

"How do you figure that?"

"I mean… Whatever's up there started a world religion and led Talon without anyone knowing? They literally have everyone fooled until now…"

"Your point?"

"I mean this 'God Program' is a thing that people worship… From what Athena told me, it has its hands in everything… If we attack… Not only would people fight to protect their god, but this thing could easily crash the world if its reaches are really that deep into society…

"You once told me you are bred for war"

"A soldier fights to end a war, not start it"

She gave the statement a moment, to allow it to sink in before standing up.

"Very well" she said.

"What?"

"I will deal with them myself"

She was walking away when Quillion grabbed her by the shoulder. He knew what she was thinking, how she sensed doubt in him when she saw him alone and sketching after the meeting.

He also knew that she did not make this decision out of spite, anger, or annoyance, she was far too pragmatic for that. She was doing this because she had always been a lone wolf and if he could not keep up in battle, it was the only logical choice that he is to be set aside.

"It does not change anything. They attacked you, that's something I cannot forgive"

"I can take care of myself" she said coldly.

"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for me! For you…" he finished lamely.

Though her features remained stony, there were subtle changes that only he could recognize, the extreme slight shifts underneath her eyes when she relaxes.

"You are a strange man"

"Sometime strange is good"

She is close, very close. It had been a while since they talked and he had missed her, but frustratingly he had to hold himself back from pulling her into a hug. Some passerby saw them and stared for a moment before walking off, curious why they were standing so close to one another silently.

"Very well, I assume you have a plan?" she asked.

"We use Overwatch, with their connections and resources, we will find a way there"

"We join forces then"

"Yes"

"If you want to join forces, you have to do something for me" a voice called out behind them.

Seeing who it was, Quillion immediately saluted while Amelie just remained calm as Morrison made his way to them.

"I don't remember hiring you back" Morrison said, indicating the salute.

"You didn't, it's just old habits die hard, sir"

"At ease then"

"How do you plan to attack the Lunar Colony?" Amelie asked with such sass that Quillion flinched.

Morrison did not answer immediately, instead he took his time to look around to make sure that no one was listening.

"As far as everyone is concerned, that location is not within any of our speculations" he said in hushed tones and beckoned them to a corner.

"To answer your question, we are not going to retaliate. On paper" Morrison added when they opened their mouths.

"Explain" Amelie demanded.

"We are UN now, Overwatch cannot commit to any action without sanction from the top" he said, purposefully allowing hints of annoyance into his words "Therefore, on paper, we are cannot attack"

"Why don't you just tell them? I'm sure if you convince them they are a threat, actions would be taken" Quillion said.

"Because no nation would willingly destroy billions of dollars worth of projects if there is even a slightest chance to recover it and from what we know, the God Program is very convincing"

"Someone still owns it? Who? I thought it was out of commission… sir" Quillion added out of habit.

"A Chinese company, Lucheng Interstellar, and yes, they had maintained ownership"

"I thought Overwatch has authority to respond to threats?" Amelie asked.

"That was Blackwatch, if any elements of the UN, like Overwatch, scratches it and with the God Program's influence, it will tear the UN apart and the world may be driven back into a global conflict" Morrison.

Amelie sighed heavily. This is unnecessarily complicated, first soldiers do not want to start wars, now because of some ownership of some buildings, they could not touch it even if it housed criminals lest it'll start a war.

"You said on paper… How do you mean?" Quillion asked.

"This is where both of you come in, you are going to help me form a team"

"You are reforming Blackwatch?" Amelie asked with a smirk, remembering how disastrous it was in the past.

"Not exactly"

*Medical Bay*

"Ouch! Don't you have an oath about not causing harm?" Sombra complained.

Either Angela ignored or did not hear the comment, her focus was undisturbed, looking through some sort of eyepiece that is the size of a small water bottle that's hovering over Sombra's hand, attaching new prosthetics onto the stumps. Thankfully with the recovery of advanced medicine, they were able to keep this surgery a secret and she could operate the tools alone.

Standing at the side of the room and studying the synergy of the prosthetic fingers that are being attached onto Sombra was Torbjorn and Winston, both never would've imagined that their latest designs would be installed to someone like her.

Finally there was Jesse McCree assigned as the guard, standing curiously far away from the bed as he could and looked slightly pale.

"You think this is a good idea?" Torbjorn asked Winston quietly.

"No, but Jack said that this is within our interest"

"I don't like this, why does Jack trust her?"

Winston did not reply, himself also uncomfortable with the order. He had never believed that Jack would be a fool, nor the possibility that his mind could be blunted with age, but this is pushing their trust to its limits, especially with the lack of explanation or communication.

What's even more worrying was that Jack ordered everyone who were present in the meeting room not to reveal anything that was discussed, even going so far as to permit false reports to the UN if they inquired about it.

Their relationship already at the breaking point, one could only imagine how they would feel if they discover that Overwatch is now housing one of the world's most wanted within their walls.

"How much longer?" Sombra gasped, biting down on the pillow when vapors of smoke rose from her hand.

"Should she be awake for this?" McCree asked, feeling sick as he watched Sombra squirm.

"Help me clear the tray Jesse" Angela instructed, nodding over to the tray that had bloody cotton balls piled up.

"Eh? Me? Can't you get one of your other nurses or something?"

"Aww scared?" Sombra taunted before biting back down when Angela moved to the next stump.

"No! I'm just assigned to watch, not-"

"McCree! Clear the tray!" Angela scolded, throwing another bloody ball onto the pile.

Not wanting to test the good doctor's anger, he gulped and forced his legs to move. He snapped a look at Winston and Torbjorn for help, but they were both too busy looking at their screens.

"Eggheads…" he muttered.

He stood over the tray and he could already feel himself shutting down. His muscles were trembling, the room was spinning, and when Angela threw another blood soaked ball onto the pile, he could almost smell the blood.

"Where do I throw these?" he asked, keeping his voice as steady as he could while fighting the urge to puke.

"The disposal is next to the door"

Taking time to count how many steps it would take to reach it (and also the amount of lightbars in the room, to which there were 6), he closed his eyes and with trembling hands, he grabbed the sides of the tray… And pulling away as if it burned him.

"Careful, you might trip" Sombra called out before wincing violently "How much longer is this going to take? At least give me some more painkillers!"

"Quiet" Angela replied, attaching the prosthetic carefully to the flesh.

"She's right doc, that does look like it stings" McCree said, using as much time he needs to distract himself.

"Pain is the only way we could make sure that these are attached correctly"

"Eh? Then how come I didn't feel much when I got my whole arm attached?"

"That's because you had time to get use to it, she does not"

"You answered him and not me? What are you, his girlfriend?" Sombra complained again.

"Can you just be quiet?" Angela snarled, finally looking up at Sombra before noticing the tray "And I thought I told you to clear this!"

"Hang on, I just need to water the pipe" he said, reaching into his cloak and pulled out a flask.

"No alcohol in the base!" Winston called out, peeking over to them.

"Who said anything about alcohol?" he said, quickly drinking from it.

Everyone rolled their eyes and returned their attention to their duties, ignoring the alcoholic smell that lingered in the air when McCree hastily grabbed the tray again. Disguising his gag with a burp, he held his breath and ran to the disposal unit, which opened its lid automatically from the front.

Looking away, he slid the tray into the gap and leaned at the wall as the machine automatically cleans the tray. He barely had time to steady his balance when the now clean tray slid out for him to collect. Deciding that speed was the best option here, he almost ran back to Angela and set it down next to her.

"Danke… Now I need you to hold her hand"

"Excuse me?" McCree and Sombra asked in unison.

"The last stump will be the most painful for her, you need to make sure her finger stays in place" Angela said with some hint of empathy.

"H-Hey, I think I need more painkillers here!" Sombra said.

"I err… No, I don't think I'll be able to help" McCree added in.

"You can't have anymore than what I gave you, I'm sorry, but if you want to be able to use these like your normal fingers in a few days, you need to know the pain" Angela said to Sombra before turning to McCree "All you have to do is hold down a finger, I'm sure you will do fine"

"Can't you tie it up or something-?"

"McCree! It's now or never"

"Now or never? What is this? Some sort of medical thing?" he protested when Sombra grabbed him.

"Just get this over with before I freak out" she said and pulled his hand to her other.

"Ok, just hold it there" Angela instructed and calibrated her tools.

McCree tried to say something but the drilling sound drowned away his words and Sombra yelped in pain, her body flinching as she tried to pull her hand away, so much so he needed to force her back down.

"Keep it steady"

"Easy for you to say" McCree grunted.

It was disgusting and horrible. He could feel her bones vibrating and the tools that are sliding underneath the skin like worms, stuff that would give him nightmares for the rest of his life.

He could only imagine what Sombra is going through.

What he could not imagine, he could see. Tears of pain appeared as she writhed underneath him, the pain was so great that the only sounds she could make are short bursts of breath and grinding of teeth.

"Doc, seriously I think she needs-" he said, looking at Angela and paused suddenly when he saw blood.

"I'm almost done, just a few more adjustments" she said, working as carefully and quickly as she could.

This was too much for him, there had been too many close encounters with blood and he is at his breaking point. He was about to freak out himself when Sombra pulled him down onto her, needing something to grab onto.

"Yes that's good, hold her steady like that, this is going to sting but we're nearly there" Angela commented.

"Duele mucho, mierda" Sombra groaned, her eyes shut tight.

"Hey language" McCree replied, thankful that this awkward position was enough to distract him.

"I'd like to see you try, you stupid-" she yelped when Angela started drilling again, causing her to bury her face into his chest.

"I've already did, didn't you notice I got a whole arm missing?" he said.

"I swear if you're not so damn cute I'd kill you right now"

"What?"

"Done, you can let her go- What are you doing?" Angela snarled, quickly pulling him off Sombra when she saw him on top of her.

"Whoa there! It ain't what you think, right guys?" he said, looking hopefully at Winston and Torbjorn, both looking at him with equally disgusted expressions.

"I'm disappointed in you McCree" Winston said.

"If I ever see you near my daughter, I'll kill ya" Torbjorn threatened.

"Hey! I'm innocent here!" McCree shouted when his left thumb shoved itself into his mouth, silencing him.

"Looks like these are working fine" Sombra sighed in relief and put her hand down.

"I would like to apologize for my colleague's behavior" Angela said, ignoring McCree who is trying to pull his hand away.

"Never again" she sighed, studying her new fingers and was relieved with its sensory receptors "I will never go through anything like that again"

"If you would rest for a few months, we would not have needed to force you through that"

"Alas if only I have that luxury"

She tried to get out of the bed, but her body was still shaking from the ordeal, instead she hacked the objects around the room, almost laughing at the fact that it is not connected to anything except the needed medical procedures and programs for the tools.

"You really think after all that, I'd hack Overwatch? I owe you all a favor now don't I? I'm a woman of my word" she smirked.

"And you know better than any of us that we could not take that risk" Winston interjected, he and Torbjorn coming over and beckoning her to show her hand.

"Why would I wanna do that when I'm treated like a queen?" she laughed as she put out her hand for them.

Once everything checks out, they nod to one another before realizing the horrors they just gave over to this person. The fingers that were granted to her was the highest form of technology that they possess, as per her demands, far surpassing the hardware she used over the years.

In fact, potentially, she could hack things without the need to make any movements with her hand. A fact she quickly exploited further.

Suddenly, Torbjorn's mechanical claw clamped onto the bed and Winston dropped down to the floor, as if his armor suddenly became too heavy.

"What are you doing?" Angela shouted, jumping back away from the bed.

"Just a little test run" Sombra said.

Angela watched in horror when Winston, Torbjorn and McCree were all thrown across the room, all of them struggling to free themselves as their emergency ejection systems were all hacked.

Panicking, Angela grasped the dragon medallion that she wore over her neck. In a brilliant flash of emerald, she emerged in her Dragoon armor, the power of the Dragon's protection was felt by all in the room.

"Release them!" she shouted, pointing her blaster at Sombra, her wings opened wide like a predator.

"Alright, was just testing them out" Sombra relented, giving back control to them.

"Bah, that's disgusting, am I bleeding?" McCree gasped, spitting to the floor and showed his teeth to Torbjorn.

"Get ya ugly mug away from me" Torbjorn said before shoving him away.

"What have we done?" Winston asked aloud.

"So how long do I need to stay here then?" Sombra asked, putting up an innocent tone.

On command, Angela's armor grew bright before fading, each piece melted into a stream of light before flowing back into her medallion as she lowered her blaster.

"We will let you know in due time"

*Overwatch HQ: Holding Cell*

Baptiste paced around nervously, wondering what would happen to him and Sombra. He was assured that she would have new fingers installed but without being there himself, he found it hard to believe, even if Overwatch is not known to be deceptive. Regardless, he will spend whatever time he could to prepare for the next step.

"Alright Bap. Think. You have no weapons and in a holding cell… What can you do to escape?" he asked himself.

Unfortunately, he is in one of the worst situations he could ever find himself in.

Confined in a large glass box that he does not doubt is blast proof, there was nothing more than two beds and basic toiletries behind a thin sheet of metal, which does not cover anything as anyone could easily just walk to the other side.

There are no hinges or cracks for him to climb with anywhere, there were not even any gaps for what he guessed was the food tray. Everything was a complete smooth surface.

The cell was also not attached to the walls or ceiling, rather it is located in the middle of a well lit room and there were large claws that clamped on each side of the box from underneath it, preventing any hope to topple it.

This is definitely a cage for monsters like Doomfist or Reaper, definitely not for a medic like him.

"Talk about overkill" he thought.

The sound of doors opening and closing caught his attention and when he looked, and who he saw sent a cold chill down his spine.

Not only because the head of Overwatch came personally, but because next to him was the one and only Widowmaker in her combat gear and the other was the man that Sombra used last year, Quillion or something.

"And he will be our way in" Morrison said.

"Wherever that is… Wait, didn't he fight with us in Venice?" Quillion asked, surprised when he saw Baptiste.

"He did, but he is not locked up because of that"

"Hey! Stop talking like I'm not here!" Baptiste shouted but quickly faltered when Widowmaker looked at him.

"It's good to see you again Baptiste" she said.

Her voice gave him shivers but he steeled himself. He has no idea why she is walking around so casually without chains at the centre of Overwatch and he was all too familiar with her past.

Suddenly he was very glad that there was a barrier between them.

"Why is he in a box then? Sir" Quillion asked Morrison.

"We will be handing him over to the UN"

"Wait what? Why'd you wanna ship me to them?!" Baptiste shouted.

"Don't worry, she will explain everything to you along the way" Morrison chuckled, pressing a button and a door slid open.

"W-What?"

"I hope the trip will not be too long, but if it is, I do not like snoring" Amelie said, entering the cell.

"Are you sure there's no other way?" Quillion asked for the tenth time as they watched the door close behind her.

"I don't like this anymore than you do, especially if that girl is the pilot" she replied, looking around the cell.

"Aww common luv, those words can hurt someone's feelings!"

Everyone looked to the door and saw Lena standing there, back in her combat gear and seemed to have made a full recovery.

"Have you been briefed?" Morrison asked, to which Lena nodded.

"All set to take off in 30 minutes!"

"Good, I'll go make the calls"

With that said, Morrison pulled out a communication device and walked out of the room, leaving them to catch up.

"Looks like we're working together again Quil!" Lena said happily, patting him in the back, but stopped when she thought she saw Amelie casting a glance at her.

"Yeah, I hope this mission won't be too hard" he smiled.

"I'm sure you'll do fine! Well, Imma go warm up the engine so see ya later!"

With that said, she Blinked away, leaving a slightly awkward silence in the room. Quillion looked up at Amelie, who is now pretending to be inspecting the spare bed and Baptiste still looked extremely uncomfortable to be in the same space as her.

"I'll see you in a bit?" he asked.

"You better, else I can't promise that he will be alive" she jested, nodding her head over to Baptiste who flinched.

"We have received the location, you are clear to go" Athena announced, her voice echoing in the room.

In response the roof of the room shuddered and started to groan as it parted, exposing them to the skies. At the same time, they began their ascent, the claw keeping the box steady as it trembled slightly.

They were met with a gust of wind as Lena's shuttle hovered over the cell and an opening appeared. In response, the claw that held the box pushed the box into the air, adjusting itself slightly to accommodate the movements of the shuttle.

"I'll see you soon!" Quillion shouted over the engines and a ladder that dropped from above.

Never one to raise her voice, Amelie nodded and laid down on the bed. This is a high risk mission and she should get as much rest as she could to prepare for it.

After climbing into the shuttle, Quillion shut the doors behind him and immediately the gushing wind was silenced.

"Whew… Well that was a good warmup"

"About time you came up, here I thought you'd be quicker"

He looked at the cockpit in shock and saw that Sombra was in the seat next to Lena.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Don't you know? I'm in charge of this mission" she laughed, resting her feet on the controls, to Lena's annoyance.

*Morrison's Office*

"Come in" Morrison said without looking up from the papers.

He was surprised at the number of footsteps and when he looked up, he saw that they belonged to Winston, Angela, and Torbjorn, all looking quite concerned.

"Jack, we must talk" Winston started.

"Talk about what?"

"Why did you send Lena off without my approval?! Why did you discharge Sombra and allowed her to be on Lena's transport?!" Angela demanded.

"Angela-"

"Don't you dare try to lie to me!" she spat, cutting Morrison off.

"I'd also like to know why you want us to give her our best stuff! The tech in those fingers aren't toys ya know!" Torbjorn added.

"I think what we are all saying is that we need you to talk to us" Winston said, quieting them with a look.

Morrison sighed and offered them to sit down. When they did not, he stood up instead to see them eye to eye, but not in a threatening way, rather a rare, softer side of him showed up.

"Very well, I will tell you everything, but you must promise me, this stays in the room, and if you do not wish to support me in this decision, I will accept your resignation"