Internal Conflict
Shambali monastery- Nepal
It was early in the morning and the sun had just begun to rise above the monastery. A thin layer of snow had fallen during the night, covering the entire area. Even with the sun up, the temperature was still very low.
Zenyatta was sat inside the sanctum, meditating as the sun continued to rise. He did this every morning, planing his day during his meditation. He had recently returned to the Shambali monastery in order to find answers regarding the Bastion, which Genji had left with him some time ago. Zen had made progress with the Bastion but could not discover all the answers. Despite their differences, he considered that the Shambali would be able to help him understand how this Bastion was back online, as well as its behaviour.
Nearby, a bird could be heard chirping. It's owner, the Bastion, was sat nearby, watching the bird as it flew around and landed on him. After a short while, the bird took off again and flew towards Zenyatta.
As it flew around him, Zenyatta extended his right arm out, allowing the bird to land on his hand. "Good morning. I see that you are ready for the day." Zenyatta said, stroking the bird with his other hand.
After a few moments, the bird flew back to the Bastion, which quickly began stroking it. Zenyatta now began to hover, ending his meditation. Just as he did, another Omnic entered the sanctum.
"An Overwatch agent named Genji has made contact. He says that he knows you." The Omnic said.
"That I do." Zenyatta replied, as the Bastion looked between the two Omnics.
"Overwatch are dangerous, they bring violence wherever they go. We do not want war at our monestary."
"He is my pupil. I assure you that he can be trusted and that he would not endanger anyone's life."
The Shambali monk considered Zen's response for a few moments, before replying. "He will be arriving momentarily."
Zenyatta bowed his head. "Thank you. Could you inform him I am here once he arrives?" The Sambali monk bowed its head in response, leaving Zenyatta and the Bastion.
Minutes passed as the two of them sat in silence. Eventually, the ever curious Bastion bleeped at Zenyatta a few times.
"It is Genji. You remember him don't you?" Zenyatta answered, understanding what the Bastion was saying.
The Bastion nodded its head and bleeped a few more times.
"I do not know why he is here. Perhaps, as you suggested, it is about you. Or maybe, he is here for another reason."
The Bastion was quickly distracted by Ganymede, who landed on its attached weapon. The Bastion began stroking the bird with its finger again, it clearly enjoying all the attention. Eventually, after a short wait, Genji appeared, followed by Hanzo, who was wearing a jacket to keep himself warm.
"Genji, a pleasure to see you again." Zen announced, causing the Bastion to look up at Genji. As it noticed Hanzo, it's head turned slightly, signalling its curiosity once again.
"Master, it is good to see you again, though I wish it were under better circumstances." Genji replied, walking over to his master and greeting him. Hanzo meanwhile walked towards the Bastion, simply watching his brother interact with his Omnic master.
"I sense conflict within you Genji. What has happened?" Zenyatta asked.
Genji struggled for a few moments, eventually finding his voice. "My friend, Angela, has been captured by Talon. We need assistance finding her... and I believe our Bastion here will be able to help."
"Do not act out of desperation my student. They will be expecting rash actions. You must remain calm and focus on the situation."
"I am master... but Angela saved my life. She is a very good friend. Talon will attempt to twist her into something else and I fear she will not be able to withstand their abuse for much longer."
"Then you must be strong for her now. That is the best course of action to get her back. If you act out of recklessness then Talon will have the advantage over you."
Zenyatta now looked over to the Bastion, which had stood up and started poking Hanzo with its finger. As the Bastion tried to poke him for a third time, Hanzo looked straight at it, which made it quickly withdraw its finger.
"May I ask who your friend here is?" Zenyatta asked.
"This is my brother, Hanzo."
Zenyatta floated over to the brother, knowing the story between him and Genji. He raised his hand and placed an orb of harmony on Hanzo.
"I sense a great deal of anger within you... as well as guilt."
"Do not act like you know me." Hanzo replied, not wanting a lecture.
"I do not need to know you. I consider that you have forgiven your brother, but not yourself. You feel a great amount of guilt for what happened and have not forgiven yourself for what you did."
Hanzo simply stared at the Omnic monk, not saying a word and not giving away anything.
"Genji has forgiven you. It is time for you to move on and face the future." With that Zenyatta floated back to Genji, placing a hand on his shoulder. "If you'll have me, I would like to assist you, my student."
"Thank you master. Any help is welcome."
The Bastion now looked over to Genji, waiting for him to speak to it.
"You remember Angela, don't you?"
The Bastion nodded.
"Talon have captured her. We need help..."
Genji didn't finish his sentence, as the Bastion nodded and primed its weapon, signaling that it was ready to help.
"Very well. Hanzo, can you take the Bastion to the dropship. I need to have a word with my master alone." Hanzo nodded, signaling for the Bastion to follow him. As he walked, he felt it poke him again. Hanzo turned around and was greeted with a wave from the Bastion, which had its head tilted slightly at him.
"His name is Hanzo. He's a friend." Genji said, realising what the Bastion wanted to know.
The Bastion's head quickly went back to normal, followed by a quick bleep. Hanzo rolled his eyes, clearly not amused and began the walk back to the dropship, the Bastion close behind him. Once they had left, Genji spoke up.
"I thought you had left the Shambali?"
"I have. However, I came back looking for answers regarding our Bastion friend."
"Have you been able to find out anything?" Genji asked, hoping that Zenyatta had managed to find out something.
"It is very inquisitive. It wants to learn about the world around it but it also understands why people are afraid of it. However, I still do not know how it came back to life."
"Does it have any idea?"
"No, it managed to break its original programming but does not know how. Something or someone else may very well be responsible. Be wary my student." Zenyatta concluded.
Genji thought over the situation as him and Zen made their way to the dropship. As they arrived, he was no closer to understanding how the Bastion had come back online. Zenyatta now moved over to the Bastion, which had sat itself down and was busy watching Ganymede. Hanzo meanwhile was sat alone, lost in his thoughts.
"Athena, set course for Gibraltar."
"At once, Genji."
As the doors closed, Genji walked over and sat near Hanzo. "Zenyatta is very wise and has helped a great many people, including myself. It may be wise to consider his words."
Hanzo was silent as the dropship took off, turning and moving off towards Gibraltar. "Perhaps you are right brother. I will consider his words."
Paris, France
Widowmaker was walking across the rooftops of Paris, approaching the location of her target with her rifle in hand. The dropship she was on had landed a short distance away, Sombra keeping it hidden so Widow had time to carry out her mission. She had left the suitcase in the ship and still needed to apply her makeup before... before disappearing.
Widow still didn't believe that she was actually doing this. Running from Talon. Working for Talon was her entire life, it was what she was created for and it was all she knew. She didn't know how to live a normal life. She didn't even know if she could anymore.
"There's only one way to find out." Widow said to herself, as she reached the rooftop near the targets apartment. Talon had identified an apartment which they believed the traitor was currently in. It was obviously heavily guarded, however, Widow knew that she could handle it.
Widow saw that there were a couple of armed guards patrolling the rooftop she was approaching. She jumped over the side of the building facing away from the target and activated her grappling hook, keeping herself hidden from them. She slowly climbed back up the side of the building, detaching the hook once she reached the top, leaving her hanging off the edge.
The guards had not noticed her, so she had the element of suprise. She quickly considered her options, formulating a plan to take out the two guards. Once both were looking away, Widow climbed up onto the roof, running towards the closest guard. She spun herself around and hit him with her arm, causing him to fall to the ground. She followed up with a kick in the face, knocking him out cold.
The second guard heard the commotion and turned around, seeing Widow and aiming at her. She quickly grabbed the gun from the first guard and threw it at the other, forcing him to dodge out of the way. She sprinted straight at the guard and hit him with her rifle, hearing an audible grunt as she forced him down and knocked him out.
With both guards out of the way, she activated her thermal sight and looked over to the target building. She saw someone sitting down, along with numerous guards all over the apartment block. This was clearly the right place. Widow now deactivated her thermal goggles, locating a window to the apartment her target was in. She walked across the rooftop until she had a clear view of her target, activating the sniper configuration and aiming at the traitors head. He was sat watching tv, with a small bowl of pasta in his lap.
"How fitting." He was nearing the end of his meal, only a few more bites remaining. So Widow simply waited, letting her target enjoy his final meal. Once he was done, he placed the empty bowl on a small coffee table, intending to move it after the show ended.
Widow knew the orders. This wasn't just a kill, it was a message. She aimed at the wall just behind him and fired. The sound of the shot and the bullet impact shook the target into reality. He quickly looked behind him and saw the where the bullet had impacted, before turning to the window where the bullet came from. As soon as he saw Widow, he knew he was dead. It didn't matter if he moved or not, she'd get him either way. The only reason Widow had missed that shot was because Talon wanted him to know they'd found him.
The man breathed in, accepting his fate and putting a finger up at Widow. She chuckled to herself, admiring the targets courage in his final moments. Time seemed to slow down as she squeezed the trigger once again, sending a bullet straight into the mans head.
As the body fell over, Widow ran over to the other side of the roof, activating her grapple and descending to the ground below. By the time the authorities had worked out who it was, Widow would be long gone. With the building hiding her position, Widow began to run back towards the dropship, everything ready for her escape.
Widow thought that the whole situation was a bit ironic. She'd just killed someone who was running away from Talon, trying to escape from their clutches. Now here she was doing exactly the same. She knew it wouldn't end the same way as his attempt though, she was too valuable an asset to simply kill. She only hoped that she'd succeed where he failed.
Once she reached the dropship, the doors opened and she stepped inside. The dropship began to take off as Widow stripped out of her outfit, finding some underwear, a pair of jeans, a long sleeved, black shirt and a pair of shoes and socks as a suitable replacement.
Once dressed, Widow packed away her rifle in the suitcase and began applying her makeup. She had covered half her face before the shuttle landed. She took another ten minutes to cover up any skin that would be showing, including her arms and part of her legs. Finally, she found a pair of contact lenses that Talon made for her to disguise her eyes. She hated these things but right now, she was glad she had them.
There was a small mirror in the case, which Widow used to look at herself. It was a big difference. Her eyes were now brown instead of gold, her skin looked a normal colour instead of blue and her clothing meant she'd pass as any normal citizen.
With her look complete, she folded up her normal outfit and put it inside the suitcase. Before she could do anything else though, her head began pounding and she was forced to clutch it, walking over to a nearby chair and sitting.
Widow sat holding her head, waiting for the pain to subside. Unlike the other times however, the pain never did, getting worse and worse until Widow couldn't take it anymore and she passed out.
She was transported into a dark room, the very same one she was in when the Spider first spoke to her. Widow was unable to move, held in place by some unknown force.
Suddenly, a woman ran past her, who she recognised as Amelie. She looked back as she ran, clearly in fear of something. Widow never had chance to call out to her, as webs suddenly emerged from the ground, wrapping around Amelie and forcing her into a sitting position.
"Step into my parlour said the Spider to the fly."
Amelie began to panic, webs covering her mouth as she tried to scream. The Spider emerged from the darkness, holding a pair of scissors. She walked over to Amelie, the webs moving her legs back and forcing her face forward.
"Now, what are we here for today? A small cut?" The Spider said, moving the scissors over Amelie's cheek and causing her to begin crying. She played with Amelie's hair, imitating a hairdresser as she continued to move the scissors over Amelie.
"You know, scissors can be very dangerous. You may not consider it..." The Spider opened the scissors, placing one of the blades against Amelie's cheek. "But they can be very sharp. You have to be careful you don't cut yourself." She whispered the last part, Amelie breathed heavily as the blade ran over her cheek. No blood was drawn, the Spider only intending to scare her.
Widow could do nothing but watch, forced to stand by as the Spider continued her scare tactic on Amelie. Eventually, the Spider looked over to Widow, smiling at her as they locked eyes.
The Spider turned back to Amelie, wrapping her arms around her. "I'm afraid I have a guest right now, so this appointment will have to wait. But don't worry Cherie, I'll be back soon." The Spider gave Amelie a kiss on the cheek, dropping the scissors in front of her and walking over to Widow.
"Ah Widow. I've been wondering if you've made a decision regarding our deal?"
Whatever force was holding Widow in place suddenly released her, allowing her to take a few steps forward.
"I... I need more time." Widow managed to say, trying her best to hide her reasoning. Unfortunately, the Spider seemed to already know.
"Why? Because you want to see how Sombra's plan unfolds? Sombra is a brilliant individual and an expert hacker but she has no idea how you work. I however am an expert at this. I can show you everything you want to know and you won't have to risk anything either... it's a win win for all."
"Not for her." Widow replied, motioning her head towards Amelie.
The Spider sighed. "Let me show you something. Maybe this will help you decide." She walked back towards Amelie, the webs holding her up letting go and she fell to the floor. Amelie quickly crawled forward and picked up the discarded scissors, standing and pointing them at the Spider.
"Stay away from me!" Amelie's voice was shaking, as were her hands. The Spider meanwhile simply smirked, clearly amused at Amelie's attempt to defend herself.
"This is cute. Go on then. Kill me."
Amelie hesitated, moving forward slightly as she debated what to do.
"Go on. You want to kill me. DO IT!"
Amelie ran forward, thrusting the scissors in an attempt to stab the Spider. The effort was ultimately in vain, as the Spider caught Amelie's hand and raised it above her head. The scissors were quickly taken from her hand and she was then thrown to the floor.
The Spider now pulled on Amelie's hair, forcing her head up and placed the scissors against her neck. "You see Widow, she isn't strong enough. You can do so much more than her. So, take these scissors and slit her throat."
"No."
"Widow, I can show you..."
"You keep saying you want me to kill her. You're in a good position to do it yourself, why don't you?" Widow asked, beginning to grow more impatient with this Spider.
The Spider meanwhile sighed, throwing away the scissors. "Because I can't. Think of me like a caretaker. I take care of you but I cannot get directly involved with how you run things."
"You seem to be doing that right now!" Widow objected, the Spider sensing that she was growing more angry with it.
The Spider stood up, slowly walking towards Widow. "I exist to keep you safe Widow. I keep these... parasites out of your mind. I can't kill them however because I don't have that power. However, if you kill them, then it's a different story. That's why I keep asking you..."
"Asking me? More like demanding me!" Widow spat back. "I am not a tool to be controlled by anyone! Not Talon and especially not you!"
The Spider now put its hands up, trying to calm Widow down. "Woah woah Widow. I'm sorry if I came across that way. I just have your best interests at heart and it angers me when I see her trying to hurt you."
"Is she? From my perspective it doesn't look that way! If she is my old memories, then why should I listen to you?"
"Because she's feeding you lies, showing you exactly what you want to see so that you go running off, endangering your life. I promise you that I'll show you the truth."
Widow turned away from the Spider, breathing heavily as she processed the situation. She was no closer to deciding what to do here but she now knew that she wanted to try Sombra's plan first. The Spider was clearly hiding something from her and she no longer wanted to speak to it.
"Okay Widow. I can see that you're a bit stressed out right now. How about we part ways for a while and I let you think this over. We'll find each other when the time is right."
Widow turned around to see the Spider smiling innocently. "I didn't mean to upset you Widow... but you shouldn't be reacting this way. Emotions make you vulnerable and she is making you weaker the longer she remains alive."
Widow didn't reply for a few moments, simply staring at the Spider with an emotionless face. "I'll think on it. Goodbye."
Widow awoke very suddenly, breathing heavily as she recalled the dream. She sat for a few moments, catching her breath. "Where do I need to go again?" She stood up and walked over to her suitcase, opening it and finding the address that Sombra had left her, quickly reading it.
"Crete? I need to get to Crete?" Widow said, knowing that the Greek island was not exactly nearby. Widow also noticed that there was another note attached to the address, turning the page and reading through it.
Widow
Sorry I didn't tell you this earlier, couldn't risk Talon finding out about this place.
You need to get a flight to Greece, then get another one to Crete. Once your in Crete, make your way to the address, the keys are inside the suitcase as well as a little extra help.
Widow rummaged through the suitcase once again, finding a small paper bag. As she opened it, a welcome sight greeted her. It was a large amount of money, a fake passport as well as a credit card, with a PIN number that Sombra had attached to it. She placed most of the money back inside the suitcase, keeping a small amount of cash and the card in her pockets.
With everything she could need inside her suitcase, Widow zipped it back up and checked the dropship one more time. The dead bodies of the Talon soldiers had been placed near the back of the ship, out of the way. Other than that, nothing else was left on board. Widow picked up her suitcase, placing it outside the craft, before walking into the cockpit. She pressed a button on Sombra's device and quickly left, the doors closing after a few moments and the ship departed.
Once the ship had left, Widow pulled the handle for the suitcase up and began walking, dragging the case along as she walked through the streets. She was looking for somewhere to book a flight, hoping there was an Internet cafe somewhere. Luckily, she found one after a short walk.
She took a deep breath before walking towards the cafe, stepping inside and greeting the person manning the cafe. She sat down at a computer near the back of the cafe and brought up a travel agent website, looking for the next available flight. It didn't matter which airline, as long as it was soon.
Rome, Italy
A lone woman walked through the streets of Rome, carrying a coffee in one hand and a briefcase in the other. She sipped her coffee and passed numerous people, citizens and tourists alike, as she headed to her destination, a bakery that was out of the way in a side street.
She soon reached the bakery, opening the door and hearing a ring from a bell that hung above. To any normal person this looked like any other bakery, with a large selection of cakes and pastrys available for purchase. However, what no one knew was that the bakery was a front for Talon.
As the door closed itself, the woman walked into the back of the bakery and placed her briefcase on a large wooden table. Two more people, a man and a woman posing as the owners, walked in and joined her. The suitcase was soon opened, revealing a small collection of paperwork.
"Who are you? Where's Daniel?" Asked the man, consfused why this woman was here.
"Daniel's dead. I'm Hannah, his replacement." She responded, not looking up as she unpacked her files from the briefcase.
The two 'owners' were shocked. "Dead. How?" The man asked.
"Soldier 76. I'll spare you the details but in short, Moira's plan backfired. I assume you still have that protection hanging around." By protection, Hannah meant two trained Talon soldiers, which simply sat around and kept the place secure. If anyone started causing trouble, they got rid of them.
"Yeah, they're still up there. Don't do much really, no one ever bothers us." The woman owner said. Just as she said that, the bell above the door rang, informing the occupants that someone had entered. "I'll go deal with this customer." She said, walking off to the front of the store.
As she left Hannah and the other 'owner,' she overheard them talking about a mission in Rome that would require some agents to lay low. This place was frequently used as a hideout for Talon, so it would be no surprise if more agents were going to visit.
As she reached the shop front, she saw a lady in a cloak bent over the counter. She was looking closely at the various cakes available. "See anything that takes your fancy madam?" The fake owner asked, putting on her character.
"Oh, there's a few things. Though, he has a few questions for you." The cloaked lady looked up, revealing her face with a noticeable eyepatch. She was pointing to the right of the owner. As the owner looked to her right, she froze in fear.
Soldier 76 was stood out of sight, aiming a silenced pistol right at her. How he had managed to get through the city unnoticed was one of the many thoughts she had. "Nice place you have here. Shame it's all a Talon front."
Before the fake owner could reply, Ana fired a sleep dart into her chest, which quickly put her to sleep. Morrison caught the unconscious woman, placing her on the floor, while Ana turned a small sign on the door, changing it from open to closed. They both picked up their rifles, which were placed out of sight, against the counter.
With their weapons in hand, Morrison walked further into the shop, finding a table with an open briefcase and a man and woman talking. The man looked up, noticing Soldier and simply muttering two words.
"Oh crap."
Hannah now turned around, coming face to face with Soldier 76. "I suppose I should be thanking you. If you hadn't killed my predecessor, I wouldn't have been promoted."
"Do I look like I care?" Morrison replied, as Ana put the man to sleep, not bothering to catch him. "Now, your going to tell me what I want to know."
Hannah smirked to herself. "That's not going to happen."
"We'll see. After all, I'm very persuasive." With that, a sleep dart hit Hannah, sending her into a deep sleep.
One hour later
Hannah awoke from her nap, looking around the room and seeing the two owners, as well as one of the soldiers, tied up in a line. The other soldier was lying on the floor, a small amount of blood visable. It was clear that he'd been shot, so Hannah guessed the two guards had attempted to fight back in a very one sided fight. She attempted to break free from her bonds that tied her to a chair, to no avail.
Soldier 76 now walked into the room, dragging another chair in front of the line of Talon agents. "I may not be Reaper but I still know how Blackwatch worked. Now, I'm going to be very clear. I'm short on time and patience. You're going to tell me exactly what I want to know, no bullshit, no lying, just the truth."
The Talon soldier laughed. "We're dead either way. So why would I tell you..." the trooper never finished, as Morrison shot him in the chest with a silenced pistol, the bullet going straight through his heart, killing him.
"Yeah... maybe I'm a little rusty at this. Going to talk yet?" The three remaining Talon agents simply nodded, clearly shaken by the troopers death.
"Talon recently captured two women, Angela Ziegler and Fareeha Amari. Where are they?"
The three Talon agents looked at each other, none of them knowing the answer. This simply frustrated Morrison.
"Okay, let's try another question. Moira has them at a base. Where is that base?" His tone was now more aggressive, intending to frighten the Talon agents in front of him.
The two owners still didn't know, starting to panic as they realised Soldier was very short on patience. Hannah meanwhile thought for a moment. "There's a base on the border of Italy and Switzerland..."
Morrison now turned to Hannah, staring straight at her. "What about it?"
"Moira took it over a while back. I don't know what she does there, I don't need to know what happens, but maybe that's where those two women are."
Morrison had one more question. "Where is this base?"
"I don't know."
"Are you sure about that?" Morrison said, raising his weapon up and aiming at one of the other Talon agents.
"I don't know exactly but I have a brief idea." Hannah clarified.
Morrison now looked over at the other two Talon agents. "Either of you have any idea where it is?"
The two fake owners both shook their heads, causing Morrison to stand up and walk over to them. He quickly fired at both of them, two bullets in each of their chests.
"Tell me everything you know." Morrison now ordered the last Talon agent, as he sat back down on his chair.
Hannah simply looked at the dead Talon agents, considering her options. "If I tell you... will you let me go?"
Morrison slowly nodded his head.
Hannah took a deep breath. "I was sent here as a replacement for the guy you killed in Boston. They told me what he knew, that there are a few bases scattered across Europe. One is controlled by Moira and it's on the border between Italy and Switzerland."
"That's not exactly a small area."
"I don't know exactly where it is, I've never been there. They tell us very little so if we're captured we don't have much to give. The best I can give you is it's past Milan, close to the border between the two countries."
Morrison now stood up, walking behind the Talon agent. He went out of sight for a few moments, prompting Hannah to speak up. "I've told you what I know, will you let me go?" She asked softly, not wanting to anger her interrogator.
"That's the thing. I lied."
"NO! WAIT!" Hannah was suddenly silenced, Morrison finishing her off with a single shot to the back of her head. He had what he wanted and he wasn't prepared to let anyone here live.
He stepped out of the room, seeing Ana pacing back and forth. As soon as he stepped out she turned to him. "Did you get anything? Please tell me you did."
"No one knew an exact location but one of them gave me a pretty good idea where to look. However, we'll need some help."
Watchpoint Gibraltar
Lena was sat away from everyone else, her eyes glued to a large tv screen. She currently had a world news channel on, listening to what was going on.
"The UN has yet to decide on a approach to tackling the threat imposed by the terrorist group Talon after a number of meetings. The UN Security Council acknowledged that Talon had become a major enemy against the world but stopped short on passing any resolutions. They also noted an increase in public opinion to revoke the Petras Act, which was passed to make any action from the Overwatch group illegal."
"A meeting of the UN General assembly is due in the next few days, with the UK expected to push for further international cooperation on tackling Talon. Despite public opinion however, the UK ambassador is not expected to suggest revoking the Petras Act."
Lena now turned off the tv, sitting and thinking to herself. She felt powerless right now, just sat here doing nothing. She wanted to be out there, finding Angela and Fareeha, stopping Talon's plan. She sighed, seeing no other option but to wait. Lena stood up and walked towards the rest of the agents, counting how many people were currently here.
Everyone was sat waiting for Morrison and Ana to check in, all of them wishing that they had asked for backup. The base had a few more occupants recently, as friends of Overwatch had responded to Winston's call for help. Lucio and DVa were currently talking with Reinhardt, getting a run through the situation. Zarya wasn't too far away either, having to do something before joining the team. Reinhardt had also called in some backup but hadn't told anyone who it was.
A dropship was soon seen landing, which Winston assumed was Zarya and Reinhardt's backup, since Genji's dropship was still some distance away. After a short wait, Zarya entered the lab, shortly followed by another woman.
"Zarya, thank you for coming." Winston said, walking over and shaking her hand.
"Do not worry, we will find doctor Ziegler as well as her friend. By the way, who's the new girl? I haven't seen her here before."
"I don't know. Reinhardt said he knew her."
"She did mention that. Said she'd traveled with him for some time."
Once Zarya mentioned that detail, Torbjorn, who was busy checking some equipment, looked up. He suddenly realised who the mystery person was. He quickly stood up, walking towards the door and seeing them walk in.
"Brigitte. What are you doing here?"
Most of the Overwatch agents stopped what they were doing and walked over, watching the pair as they spoke to each other.
"I'm here to help dad. Reinhardt told me everything."
"You're not fighting Talon, it's far too dangerous."
"It's no more dangerous than the people me and Reinhardt fight."
"There's a big difference between a fight against Talon and the battles you two end up in."
"Dad..."
"No, listen to me. I know far too well the risks involved with Overwatch." Torb held up his prosthetic arm, making it very clear what he was on about. "I don't want you to be hurt like I was."
Brigette thought for a moment. She hated to admit it but her father had a point. However, she knew Overwatch needed her help, so she was certain to get her own way. "Dad, you need all the help you can get to find Angela..."
"She is an excellent warrior Torbjorn. I trained her myself and I am sure she will be a great help." Reinhardt interupted, hearing a grumble from Torb as he realised he wasn't winning.
"You're as stubborn as Reinhardt, you know that right?" Torb said to Brigitte, admitting defeat. This gained a small smile from her.
"Maybe a little of him rubbed off on me."
"Let's hope you didn't get his habit of rushing into a fight without a team behind you." Torb sarcastically commented. "Just... be careful alright."
Brigitte took Torb's hand. "I am honoured to fight by your side father and I promise I'll be careful."
Torb nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the idea that his daughter would be fighting alongside him. Before anyone could go back to doing their own thing, Athena spoke up.
"Winston, there is an incoming call from Soldier 76."
Lena was the first to react, blinking up to the main computer, with Winston not far behind. "Put him through."
Athena accepted the call, putting Morrison onto speaker.
"What have you got?" Winston asked, everyone holding their breath as they waited for Morrison's reply.
"I have a rough location. They're being held somewhere in Italy, between Milan and the border of Switzerland."
"That's the best you could do?" Lena interrupted, annoyed with the lack of progress. "We need more concrete intel then that!"
"Do you think it's that easy Oxton?" Morrison replied, now equally frustrated. "Talon aren't exactly going to leave that kind of information lying around are they? That's the best I can do with the time we have."
Lena took a deep breath, realising what she just said. It wasn't anyone's fault, so it wasn't fair to take it out on Morrison. "Yeah, your right. Sorry, I'm just..."
"I understand Oxton. Don't worry about it."
Winston put his hand on Lena's shoulder, reassuring her. "I assume you want some help looking for that base?" Winston asked Morrison.
"Correct. A couple more dropships to help cover the area."
"We'll be there soon." Winston hung up the call, immediately contacting Genji.
"Genji, change course towards Italy, Athena will fill you in."
"Understood."
Winston now turned to Lena, who was looking up at him. She clearly wanted to be on that second dropship. "Lena, take a team and head over to Italy."
Lena nodded at Winston, turning and heading towards the door. She paused and selected her team, choosing DVa, Lucio, McCree and Brigitte to accompany her. The team followed her lead, running out of the lab and towards the hanger.
"Shouldn't we have a third team out there as well?" Reinhardt asked.
"Best not. Three dropships are already out there and we need some agents here in case Talon launches another attack." As if on cue, Athena spoke up once again.
"Winston, there's a situation developing in India."
Athena put a news report on the main screen, the image of the Vishkar tower filling the screen.
"Breaking news from Utopaea, India, where an attack on the Vishkar corporation headquarters is currently underway. While details are sketchy, it is suspected that hostages have been taken and are being held on the top floor. Witnesses have also reported a man in black walking around, which is suspected to be the terrorist named Reaper."
"It's like they're listening to us." Mei said, turning to a computer and searching on the internet for any more information.
"Should we head over there?" Reinhardt asked.
Before Winston could answer, the situation developed again. The entire top floor of the tower exploded, with several floors underneath soon following. People could be seen running for cover, as parts of the building rained down on the streets below.
"Well, that answers that question."
Vishkar Corporation- Utopaea, India- Ten minutes earlier
Symmetra began to wake up, quickly realising what had happened. She attempted to move, only to realise that her arms were tied down to a chair, a very comfy chair she had to admit. Satya looked up and saw Reaper talking to... Sanjay.
"Sanjay? What are you doing?" She demanded to know.
"Haven't you worked it out?" Sanjay walked forward, stopping a short distance away, placing his arms behind his back
"How could you? How could you side with these... monsters."
"We have... an arrangement. One that will make Vishkar a lot of money."
"So Brazil? That tower explosion was Talon?" Satya knew something wasn't right the day that happened. She never suspected though that Sanjay was actually in league with Talon all this time. "That was unnecessary, we could of got that contract another way."
Sanjay simply chuckled. "Perhaps, though it saved a lot of time doing it my way."
Satya noticed Reaper turn and stare at Sanjay, almost like something else was going on, something that Sanjay didn't know. "So, why attack your own company?"
"An operation went wrong, one that risked the link between Talon and Vishkar being found out. So we're covering our tracks." Sanjay was being very honest as Satya had a suspicion why.
"Why am I still alive then? Everyone else is dead."
"Well, we need someone important to kill. A shame really, you were our best architect."
"Enough!" Reaper interrupted. "The authorities are surrounding the building."
Sanjay smiled at Satya, giving her a pat on her shoulder before turning back to Reaper. "Vishkar thanks you for you service. Goodbye Satya."
Sanjay expected Reaper to move, however he simply stood, staring at him.
"Go on then. Kill her."
"Change of plan. Akande found a better target."
"Oh really? Who did he select then."
Reaper didn't answer, remaining in the exact same position and continued to stare at Sanjay. He soon realised what was happening.
"Hang on a minute. I'm one of Talon's major investors! I'm part of the inner council!"
"You gave us a ship still registered to Vishkar and exposed the link to Talon. You blew up a building in order to get a contract, when that was a last resort. You've become very reckless recently."
Sanjay gulped. He guessed that the other Talon troopers knew what Reaper was planning, meaning he had no way out. Luckily, he had one more card he could play. "If you kill me, Talon will lose a major investor. All that money you'd lose would put a major hole in your finances."
Sanjay had a smug look on his face, assuming that Reaper would consider Talon's best interests first. However, his grin faded quickly, as Reaper began to laugh
"Yeah, Akande thought you'd say that. Thing is, someone else offered us more." Reaper now reached forward, grabbing Sanjay by the neck with one hand and holding him up. "See, they get a promotion in Vishkar, your job actually and we get more resources. Everyone wins. Well, except you of course."
A weapon materialised in Reapers free hand, aiming it at a large window and firing at it twice. He threw the gun away and walked over to the damage window. He pushed Sanjay through the broken glass, shattering the window and held Sanjay over the large drop.
Sanjay was now holding onto Reaper's arm, trying to stop him from letting go. Reaper chuckled as he saw the desperate attempt to stop him dropping his victim.
"How did you put it? Ah yes. Talon thanks you, but your services are no longer required." With that Reaper let go, hearing Sanjay scream as he fell the distance of the tower.
Reaper watched as Sanjay fell, losing sight of him long before he hit the ground. As soon as he was satisfied, Reaper turned around and spoke to the Talon soldiers. "Are the explosives on the lower floors in place?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, continue with the plan, set explosives on this level and extract any intel you can off the computers." The trooper nodded his head, quickly ordering the other troopers to various locations around in the tower. Reaper now contacted the Talon dropship.
"Move the ship to the top level and prepare for extraction."
"What about me then?" Satya's question caused Reaper to turn and look at her. "I guess I'm just left here?"
"Fortunately for you, Talon has other plans. Otherwise you'd already be dead."
"What are those plans?"
"I don't know and frankly, I don't care. All I know is that Doomfist wants to speak to you. After that it's anyones guess." With that, Reaper walked away, checking various locations for any survivors that were hiding. Unfortunately, he managed to find a few and their screams were silenced shortly afterwards.
Satya could do nothing but sit and wait, as the Talon soldiers returned one by one. The dropship appeared shortly before the last two troopers returned and she was bundled inside.
They were only a short distance away from the tower when Satya watched it explode. Not that she cared anymore. Everything she knew about Vishkar was now in question, her entire life working for them may of simply been her helping Talon. She began to question if her entire life had been a lie? Was she selected to become an architect for another reason, one that she didn't know?
Satya knew she'd never find these answers out, she'd probably be dead long before anyone realised she wasn't in the tower. She hoped however that whoever had found the link between Talon and Vishkar worked it out, seeing through this attempt to hide it.