Betrayal from Within

Charles de Gaulle airport- Paris, France- One day later

Widow was surrounded. Tourists, businessmen and women, staff members and police were all going about their lives, none the wiser that Talon's best assassin was hidden among them. She had managed to find a flight, luckily one that was in a few hours, so here she was, waiting in line for the check in desk.

Widow was extremely on edge. Talon didn't send her through airports often, they rarely had a reason to, so being in one surrounded by security made her natural instincts kick in. She found herself analysing the area for possible escape routes as well as potential threats. She had to force herself to stop, dragging her eyes back to look elsewhere.

It wasn't like this was new to her though, she'd been through this very airport on her way to Monaco, using a fake name, Danielle Guillard. Widow didn't really know what name she was using this time, not taking any time to look at the passport Sombra gave her. She simply assumed that Sombra gave her the same name on her new passport, having a lot more on her mind to worry about it right now.

After a long wait, she finally reached the check in desk, waiting for her turn before walking up to the lady manning the desk, placing her case on the conveyor to be weighed.

"Bonjour Madame. Comment allez-vous?"

"Bien, merci."

Widow placed a handbag on the counter, rooting around and finding the travel information as well as her fake passport. She had bought the handbag before she left the city centre, among a few other things. Inside she had a purse, containing her money and the credit card Sombra had given her, as well as some lipstick and a pair of sunglasses, all of which she bought at the same time as the bag.

The lady looked at her travel documents, turning to look at her suitcase and placing a label around the handle, indicating its destination. Widow kept her eye on the case as the woman attached the labels. Inside was her rifle and her equipment, so she was very uneasy about letting it go.

As the case began to move away, heading towards the plane, the woman on the desk asked Widow a few questions, mainly if she'd been given anything suspicious to take on board as well some general ones to make light conversation.

After a few minutes, which felt like an hour for Widow, the woman handed over her boarding pass and informed Widow of the gate number. Widow gave her thanks, before heading towards the security checks so that she could pass into departures.

This was the thing that worried Widow the most. It was very unlikely that anyone would recognise her, even if pictures of her as Widowmaker existed. However, being so close to security was always a risk, especially without a weapon. As Widow waited in line to be checked, she once again began to analyse the area, stopping after a few seconds once she realised what she was doing.

"Calm down Widow, everything will be okay." She said to herself, showing her boarding pass once she was at the bag check. She placed her handbag through and stepped through the metal detector, being stopped in her tracks as the machine went off.

"Oh no..."

A security guard quickly stepped forwards, patting her down and checking for anything metal. Widow did her best to keep herself calm, resisting the urge to attack, like her instincts were screaming at her to do. The guard stood up, waving her on as he never found anything.

Once she collected her handbag, Widow walked into the departures lounge, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. It worked. Somehow, she'd managed to get through security without a single problem. Now all she had to do was get to Greece, then do all of this again. She had a sense of confidence though, despite how risky all of this was. If she'd managed it once, she could do it again.

Now that she was out of immediate danger, Widow walked over to a bench and sat down, considering her next move. There were a few hours before the flight, so she needed to keep herself occupied. As she was thinking, she wondered how Sombra had done with her fake passport. She opened her handbag and picked out the passport, opening it and looking at who she currently was.

It turned out that Sombra had built her an entire new identity, giving her the name of Amelie Garcia. What also surprised Widow was the picture. It looked exactly like her right now, right down to the eye colour and red lipstick. Sombra was obviously very good with creating fake documents. Widow now placed the passport away, finding her lipstick and applying some, before sealing the handbag.

For now, all she had to do was wait for her flight. She noticed a restaurant and decided to grab some food. Perhaps it would help her take her mind off everything.

Talon facility- Italy

Broken. That's what Mercy was right now. Without Fareeha, Mercy felt more alone then she ever did and Talon pressed their advantage over her. Mercy was currently sat working on a new caduceus staff, a Talon soldier watching her every move. It wasn't like she wanted to, everything in her head was telling her to stop or find a way to sabotage the staff so that it didn't work. The problem was that her heart was telling her that there was no other way.

A short time after they were separated, Talon showed Angela an image of Fareeha in her cell. They said that if she listened to their instructions, then Fareeha wouldn't be harmed. That was all it took to make Angela work, starting with a new healing staff, similar to the one she had left at Gibraltar.

As time went on, Angela looked up from her work, rubbing her eyes due to how long she'd been working. The Talon guard noticed almost immediately, moving forward and grabbing her head, pushing it back down.

"WORK!"

"I'm tired and hungry. I can't keep going for much longer." Angela spat back, regretting her outburst a few seconds later, as the trooper slapped her face. Before the trooper could inflict any further pain, the door to the room opened and the base commander stepped in.

"Is there a problem here?" He asked, seeing the guard threatening Mercy.

"She's refusing to work. I think we need to show her what happens to..."

"Perhaps you should think with your head rather than your muscle. She is only human, she needs to rest every once in a while." The commanders words annoyed the guard, who now turned to face him.

"With all due respect, she's simply trying to stall us. If you can't see that..."

The guard's objection was quickly silenced by a gunshot, the commander firing his pistol into the wall behind him. "I've be a part of numerous projects such as this, most noteably Widowmaker. I assure you I know what I'm doing. So get in line soldier."

The way the commander spoke, without raising his voice once, was a clear indication of his experience. Only the best officers could speak so calmly and make it seem like a threat.

The guard now stood staring at his superior. He dared not try to draw his weapon, he knew it wouldn't end in his favour. After a few tense moments, he admitted defeat. "Sorry sir."

The commander smirked. "Fetch her some food and water. Then give her a few hours to rest. She'll be able to work more effectively then."

The guard nodded, walking off to find Mercy a meal. The commander now spoke to her. "My apologies for his actions. I hope he didn't harm you."

"Don't try it." Angela replied, not even looking over to the commander.

"Don't try what?"

"Don't try to act like my friend. I know what your doing, trying to make me think you're looking out for me so I cooperate more."

The commander smirked once again. Even now, Mercy was still defiant. "I think you'll see me as a friend very soon. We have our ways of changing your mind. Enjoy your meal doctor."

As the commander left, Angela was presented with some food and a small glass of water. It wasn't much but it would take the edge off her hunger. She ate slowly, trying her best to make the food last. Once she'd eaten, she planned to lay down on the makeshift bed and close her eyes, hoping to get at least a small amount of sleep.

As the commander left Mercy's room, he was approached by a Talon scientist, holding a clipboard in her hand. "Is Miss Amari ready for stage two?" The commander asked.

"Yes. Not knowing what has happened to doctor Ziegler has weakened her resolve. She is far more suggestible at this current stage."

"Excellent. Has the chemical formula arrived?"

"Yes sir. It's ready to be administered at any moment."

"Good. Proceed forward with miss Amari. By the time the good doctor realised what we've done, it'll be far too late to do anything about it. Then, we do the same to her."

"Understood sir." The scientist walked off towards the labs, letting the commander walk slowly back to the command centre.

Sombra's quarters

Sombra was staring at her computer screen, taking in everything she'd just witnessed. With Widow gone, she knew she was working with mere hours now. She needed to get both Mercy and Pharah out, neither one would go without the other. On top of that, the second she made a move to rescue either one, Talon would work out who'd betrayed them.

Right now, she was busy looking up the commander, trying to find out anything she could about him. Her back door had allowed her access into most of the systems in this base, letting her hear everything that happened. It only took her a moment to find his file, finding out that he was indeed telling the truth. He'd been a part of the project to create Widowmaker, helping shape her when she was still Amelie.

"No wonder Moira put him in charge."

Her view quickly changed to Fareeha, seeing the door to her cell open and several scientists walk in. She was picked up and dragged towards one of the labs, which was being prepared to begin her conditioning. Two scientists were messing with a specialist chair, which was used to inject large amounts of chemicals into a person. Moira had ordered it transferred here once the Talon cargo ship had been raided, wanting it for her newest recruit.

Sombra now looked up the eta for the dropship, seeing that it was only ten minutes away. She still had full control over the ship Widow had used to get to France and she knew it was full of dead Talon soldiers. Fortunately, the device connected to its controls allowed her to access the ships systems and she'd already begun the process of overloading the engines. It was the first part of her elaborate plan to escape with the two prisoners.

"Come on, come on. Hurry up!" She said to the screen, increasing the speed of the dropship to maximum. She needed that ship here very urgently, those chemicals were a new formula and she didn't know what they would do.

She now opened a document on her computer and read through her plan one more time. Sombra couldn't afford for anything to go wrong, so she was making sure she'd thought of every probable scenario. Once she was satisfied, she deleted the file and commenced a system purge. She selected everything but one folder. In this file contained Widow's message and password.

When all the other files were confirmed deleted, Sombra created a new document, saving it in the exact same location as Widow's message.

Code 14.

Don't try and cover it up, it's too late.

Sombra.

With that done, Sombra activated the device on the incoming dropship, now only a few minutes away. As a final measure, she disabled all outbound communications, leaving the facility unable to call for reinforcements. With that, Sombra dropped a translocator and then began to walk towards the command centre. She had one last thing to do before she began her prison break.

Command centre

The base commander arrived and quickly walked over to a console. There were four officers controlling the base, watching over different aspects of day to day operations.

"Contact Miss O'Dorian." The commander ordered, a woman sat in to his left obeying.

She attempted to contact Moira directly, trying three times before she gave in. "I can't establish the connection sir."

"Problem with our end or hers?"

The woman tried to contact another base, only to face the same issue. "Looks like ours sir, I can't raise anyone outside the base." Just then, another Talon operative, a man this time, spoke up.

"Sir, the dropship transporting Widowmaker is about to land."

"Excellent. Have her report to me immediately for debriefing."

The officer nodded, contacting the now landing dropship.

"Dropship zero three seven come in." No answer. "Dropship zero three seven, do you read me?" The officer turned to the others in the room. "Fault with the communications array perhaps? Bird flown into it and caused some damage?"

"Eh, possible but even then I'd be surprised if one bird caused this big a fault." Another officer commented.

"Check external cameras." The commander ordered, considering an attack may be imminent. After a quick scan, no evidence of an incoming attack could be seen.

Meanwhile, the dropship was now hovering in place, waiting for the landing bay doors to open. A panel on the ground began to open, hidden by some fake grass which blended into the surroundings. Once the doors were open, the dropship descended and landed inside the main bay.

As the doors opened, two troopers stepped on board to check over the dropship. They were shocked to discover all the troopers on board were dead, piled up at the rear of the ship.

"MEDIC!" The two troopers ran over to the bodies, checking for any life signs. "Check the cockpit, MOVE!" The one trooper ordered the other, who quickly ran towards it.

The trooper was greeted with a red alert, signifying that the engines were about to explode.

"Crap."

The entire dropship was engulfed in flames, as it exploded without any warning. The two troopers inside were instantly killed, several more being injured by the blast. Fortunately the hanger doors were closed, otherwise the entire outside world would be able to see the smoke.

The explosion rocked the entire base, causing an alarm to go off and the emergency sprinklers to activate in sections near the hanger.

"Status report!" The commander ordered, recovering from the blast that shook the entire base.

"Explosion in the hanger bay, looks like the ship Widow was on exploded."

"Survivors?"

"Unknown sir."

"Base emergency protocols are now in effect sir. All non essential systems are now offline."

The commander lowered his head, slightly frustrated. "Get us back online ASAP and have troops moved to deal with this incident."

Just then, Sombra ran into the commander centre, acting like she was out of breath. "What the hell was that?" She asked, playing dumb.

"Explosion Sombra. Don't worry, I have it under control." The commander replied, not wanting to get involved in a conversation right now.

"What do you mean explosion? What's happened?" Sombra asked again, walking up the commander and pretending to try and view the screen. What she actually was doing was getting as close as possible.

"As I said, I have it under control. I'll give you more information..." It was at this moment that Sombra hit him over the head with her SMG. The commander fell forward, giving Sombra a perfect view of the other officers in the room. She gunned the four down in seconds, only able to move a few steps once they realised what was happening.

With the other officers dead, Sombra aimed at the commanders head, removing his pistol and throwing it away. She stepped back, allowing the commander to stand and turn to face her.

"Communications blocked, explosion in the hanger. You're in a lot of trouble Sombra." He commented.

"A pity no one else knows what's happening." Sombra replied. She knew she had some time now, the emergency protocol would cut power to the large chair she'd seen earlier. Pharah was safe for now.

"So, I'm guessing you're trying to escape, killing the high level staff and letting people wonder what was happening." The commader began, working out Sombra's plan. "The explosion was a distraction so that we'd be too busy searching for Widowmaker. So the question is, how did you get it onto Widow's shuttle? You couldn't of killed her, she knows how you operate and she's far stronger..."

Sombra simply stared at him, her SMG still aimed at his head. He suddenly realised what had happened, chuckling to himself. "So, incident 314 wasn't a one off after all. Widow's escaping and you're covering her tracks. Now the question is why?"

Sombra now stepped forward, lowering her weapon so that it was aiming at the commanders chest. "Were you part of her original conditioning?" She demanded to know.

"That I was." The commader smiled, clearly proud of his work. "I have a new question. Like to hear it?"

Sombra didn't flinch, resisting the urge to just gun the commander down. "Go on then."

"I will oversee her conditioning once she's recaptured but this time, I wonder who will scream louder? Her... or you?"

Sombra didn't know why but her blood was boiling. That comment pushed her over the edge, making her speak out in pure anger. "This is for Widow you son of a bitch!"

Sombra fired an entire magazine into the commander, his body falling onto the main console as she vented her anger. Once she ran out of bullets, Sombra stood for a moment, breathing heavily as she reloaded her weapon. She'd seen everything that happened to Widow. She knew he didn't deserve to live.

With the commander dead, Sombra walked over to a different computer and uploaded a custom made virus. It went to work immediately, unlocking every single door in the facility and wiping all the CCTV footage for the last few hours. Within a few seconds, some of the prisoners began to step out, attacking a few of the guards unfortunate enough to be in the way.

Sombra now translocated back to her quarters, leaving them and running straight to the armoury. She managed to get there just before the now rioting prisoners did, seeing two armed guards aiming rifles towards them. Sombra didn't need to think, raising her weapon up and firing at the two guards.

All of the escaped prisoners stopped in their tracks, simply staring at Sombra. She was the only one who had a weapon, so she was able to kill them with ease. Instead of firing, Sombra spoke, her words taking everyone by surprise.

"Remember who gave you this chance."

The prisoners simply nodded, thanking Sombra as she picked up a pistol from one of the dead troopers and then walked passed them. She now ran towards the main power generator, adrenaline from the situation keeping her going. The generator was left unguarded thanks to the chaos that she'd caused in the hanger and the now heavily armed prisoners rioting. No one noticed her slip inside and walk right up to the generator. She charged up her EMP, moving on to the next part of her plan.

"APAGANDO LAS LUCES!"

Fareeha's cell, ten minutes earlier

Fareeha was sat at the back of her cell, lost in her thoughts. She couldn't stop thinking about Angela, worried what had happened to her. If Talon had continued the way they were, Angela wouldn't be able to resist them.

Her thoughts turned to her mother, wondering how close she was to finding her. Fareeha had managed to overhear the plans for her, in all honesty Talon didn't bother keeping it a secret. They were going to move forward with her conditioning and she knew this meant her time was running out.

Fareeha started to think of any happy memories she could, knowing that she'd soon forget them all. Times when she was a child, the day she found her mother again, days spent with Angela. She only wished she had a little longer, maybe then her mother would reach her in time.

Fareeha was dragged back into her harsh reality, as the door to her cell unlocked and a number of Talon scientists walked in. She was quickly dragged out of the cell and across the base. Eventually, she was dragged into a lab, where a large chair was set up. Fareeha was secured into the chair before two other scientists entered the room, one carrying a clipboard while the other began checking over the chair.

"Are you sitting comfortably Miss Amari?"

"What is this thing?" Fareeha asked, trying the restraints to see how strong they were. Unfortunatly, they seems quite strong, clearly able to take a lot of force.

The scientist finished her checks before answering. "Doctor Ziegler is busy working for us, but once she's finished, we want to permanently recruit her. This is a new method that we're testing. You're our lab rat."

Fareeha began to struggle, desperately trying to work her way out of the restraints. The scientists began to load the chemicals into the machine, two entire bottles emptied inside. Fareeha was still struggling, not admitting defeat.

"Don't struggle Miss Amari, it simply makes the experience more painful. I'd simply think back on your memories. It'll be the last time you'll remember them."

The scientists words simply made Fareeha struggle more. "No, not like this!" Her life flashed before her eyes, everyone she ever knew and loved. She refused to be changed by this machine, she couldn't be changed.

"Administering chemical in three... two... one."

Before anything could happen, a massive rumble was felt through the base and the machine Fareeha was strapped to shut down. She let out a sigh of relief as the chief scientists groaned in annoyance.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know... Seems emergency protocol's kicked in, all non essential systems are offline."

The scientist groaned again, turning to face Fareeha. "Don't worry. We'll be back on track very shortly."

They all waited about two minutes before an alarm went off, followed by all the lights going out and emergency lighting coming on.

Fareeha couldn't help but gloat. "I guess that's not to your plan then?"

The scientists began to panic. If the emergency lighting was on, then something was very wrong. The situation got worse when the emergency lighting also shut off, leaving the entire room in darkness. Fareeha would have taken this opportunity to escape if she wasn't still secured to the machine.

As the scientists continued to panic, the room was lit up by a purple light. Everyone realised far too late who it actually was, as the scientists were gunned down one by one. The emergency lights finally came back on and the chief scientists was on her knees, a SMG held to her head.

"Please... don't."

"Oh... because you listened to your other victims didn't you?" Sombra pulled the trigger, killing the last scientists without a second thought. She looked over to Fareeha, activating her hacking device and diverting a small amount of power to the machine, just enough so that Fareeha was able to be freed.

"Come on. Angela needs you."

Fareeha stood up, rubbing her wrists. She knew who just saved her life. Angela once mentioned a woman in purple, the master hacked known as Sombra. "Why are you helping us? You're Talon."

"Was Talon... I have my reasons for helping you. I'll explain them later. Right now, Angela needs rescuing."

Fareeha considered the answer, or lack of one. Sombra was definitely hiding something, yet the way she spoke, full of emotion and regret, told Fareeha that she could be trusted. "Lead the way."

Sombra did just that, keeping her SMG ready as she checked every corner. Fareeha kept pace with Sombra, even with the injuries she had. She just hoped that Angela was okay.

After a short run through the base, they both arrived outside the room Angela was in. At this point Sombra was starting to feel a little tired, all the running finally getting to her. She quickly regained her breath before she turned around to face Fareeha.

"I can't raise the cameras in there now so I don't know what's going on. I need you to be ready." Sombra handed Fareeha the pistol she'd picked up.

Fareeha took ahold of the weapon, checking it over and taking the safety off. As soon as she was ready, Sombra kicked open the door, expecting at least one Talon soldier standing guard. What she found surprised her more than anything else she'd ever seen.

There stood Mercy, with the Talon trooper on his knees. Somehow, during all the chaos, Angela had managed to overpower the guard and steal his weapon. Now she had his pistol and looked ready to kill him at any second.

"Well. I didn't expect to see this."

"Don't move. Move and he's dead!" Angela was full of rage. She wanted to fire, to kill every single Talon agent here. Most of all, she wanted to find Moira, make her pay for everything she and Fareeha had been through, for killing that innocent girl. She didn't even know if Fareeha was still alive.

"Ang?"

Angela's anger quickly vanished, like a switch had been flicked. She knew who that was, without needing to see her. "Faree. Is that you?"

Fareeha walked from behind Sombra, putting on a small smile and talking softly. "It's me. I'm okay." Fareeha noticed the pistol aimed at the troopers head. "Ang, what are you doing?"

Angela's anger returned, pushing the weapon further into the troopers head. "He doesn't deserve to live. None of them do! They tortured us and dozens of innocent people! They killed that girl just to get to me! I'll be doing the world a favour!"

Fareeha was honesty terrified. This wasn't Angela. She needed to get her back. "Ang, put the gun down. This isn't you."

Angela thought for a second. "I can't! I can't let them get away with this! That girl had her whole life ahead of her... and they took it away without a second thought."

"You couldn't of stopped it Ang. Please, don't do this."

"What if I'd listened Faree? What if I'd done what they asked sooner?"

"It wouldn't have made any difference." Both Angela and Fareeha were caught off guard by Sombra. She spoke so softly, understanding the situation. "That girl was called Veronica, wasn't she?"

Angela nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

Sombra lowered her head. "I'm sorry. They were going to kill her either way. They just saw an opportunity to get to you and took it. No matter what you did, she was dead. That's why she told you not to give in to them. She knew that and was trying to help you."

Angela couldn't believe it. "No. No I could have... I should have..."

Fareeha held her hand forward. "Please Ang, you're better than them. Don't let them win in the end. Don't lose yourself because of what they did."

Angela looked between Fareeha and the Talon trooper. Her want to kill had gone. All of her anger was gone, replaced with sadness. She began to tear up, giving the pistol to Fareeha, before falling into her arms, letting out all her built up emotion. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Faree."

"Shh. It's okay. I've got you now, you're safe." Fareeha simply stood with Angela in her arms, letting the medic cuddle into her as she let out a weeks worth of tears. Sombra immediately aimed her weapon at the trooper, letting Fareeha take care of Angela.

"I'm taking her out of this room." Fareeha said to Sombra, who simply raised a thumb with her free hand. Once the two were gone, Sombra grabbed the trooper by the neck and forced him to his feet.

"What were you making her do? TELL ME!"

The trooper flinched in fear, trying to avoid a painful death. "She was building that." He pointed over to a partially built staff, similar to the one Mercy used in battle. "Once that was done, she was going to be told to work on her nano tech."

"Why? The staff I get, but why the nano tech? Only Mercy can control it."

"Moira wanted her to build it so she could master her abilities."

Sombra dropped the trooper, practically throwing him to the floor. She aimed at him and the trooper began to plead for his life.

"WAIT! Please don't do it!"

"Yeah right, like I'm going to listen to you. Mercy was right, you didn't need to kill that girl... and I know you were the one who pulled that trigger." Sombra knelt down in front of the trooper, her SMG still aimed at the side of his head.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, because that brings her back, doesn't it? Mercy could never pull that trigger. She's so much stronger than you... and me, it seems."

Sombra pulled the trigger, killing yet another Talon member. She didn't know how many she'd killed today but she didn't care. She had what she needed from them and wanted nothing more to do with this group. Just before she left the room, Sombra turned and looked at the half constructed staff, aiming her weapon and unloading the remainder of her magazine. For good measure, she walked over and smashed it, making sure it was beyond repair. Only Mercy knew how to make it, so with this, Talon's project died.

Meanwhile, outside the room, Angela was still hugging Fareeha, never letting go once. Eventually, Angela began to withdraw, finally feeling strong enough. She stopped part way as her eyes met Fareeha's, keeping her arms wrapped around Fareeha. Last time they were this close, they both kissed. Right now, it didn't feel right and both knew it. Instead, Angela gave Fareeha a small kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you for stopping me faree."

"You're welcome."

The two woman smiled at each other, the first real one since they'd arrived here. After a few moments, Sombra emerged from the room, not commenting on the proximity between the two women.

"Come on. We need to get out of here."

Sombra lead the way towards the main entrance, which should of been breached by the other prisoners by now. The Talon comms were silent, so Sombra assumed everyone else was dead.

A short distance away, Angela and Fareeha were following Sombra, making sure to keep an eye out for any remaining troopers.

"Why is Sombra helping us?" Angela asked quietly.

"Honestly, she didn't tell me. She said she'd explain it later... so I guess once we're out she'll tell us."

The rest of the walk through the base was silent, everyone focused on the situation at hand. Sure enough, the base was abandoned, every last Talon member gunned down by the escaping prisoners. Once they reached the main door, they ran away from the base, only stopping once Sombra was satisfied they were far enough away.

It was dark, clearly the middle of the night. "What time is it?" Angela asked, breathing her first breath of fresh air in what felt like a month.

Sombra opened up her computer screen. "4:47."

Fareeha was next to ask a question. "Remember when you said you'd explain later why you were helping us?"

Sombra took a deep breath. She wanted a bit longer to compose her argument, needing to persuade the Overwatch medic to help. "I guess I do owe you that. There were a few reasons. One was because it was the right thing to do. I didn't want to be part of Talon anymore. I've seen everything they've ever done and honestly, I didn't agree with it. I got what I needed from them, so I got out. I wasn't going to leave you two to become monsters."

This surprised both Angela and Fareeha. Not much was known about Sombra but neither expected that. They did suspect that there was more behind her motives and that she wanted something else.

"What's the other reason?" Angela asked.

"I need your help."

"Oh really? Why would we consider helping you?" Fareeha replied, not convinced Sombra's intentions were good.

"I need Angela's medical knowledge." This gained their attention.

"Why?" Angela asked, seeing that Sombra was a bit uncomfortable. Whatever it was must of been very important to her, important enough to risk everything in order to get her out.

Sombra didn't reply for a few moments, breathing in before she finally answered. "It's Widow... her conditioning is breaking down..."

"You mean..?"

"She's remembering who she was. Amelie is coming back. I don't understand everything that's happening. I only know what Talon knows and even then, I think some of it's wrong. She needs help. She needs you. Please, I'm not asking for me. I'm asking for her."

Angela thought for a moment. She knew Amelie before she became Widowmaker. She always wondered if Amelie was still in there. Sombra was being way to sincere to be lying and it almost sounded like she was begging. Amelie needed her.

"Okay. I'll help."

"Thank you." Sombra looked at her screen again, pointing behind her. "We need to go this way, come on."

"Why don't we just call in Overwatch? Tell them to come pick us up?" Fareeha asked as they all walked in the direction Sombra pointed.

"They won't trust me and therefore won't listen to me. They'll suspect that I can fake your voices... in all honesty I probably could. Since I just wrecked a Talon facility, I need to stay hidden for a while, make Talon think something else happened. Talon will be on the lookout for any sign of you two as well, so if you stay hidden, it'll buy us all some time."

"But our friends are looking for us. We're putting them in unnecessary danger." Angela said, knowing that Lena, among other people, would be extremely worried about her and Fareeha.

Sombra sighed. Mercy did have a point, Overwatch wouldn't stop until they'd found them. "I'll drop a hint or two their way when I can, I promise. Right now, we need to get ourselves away from here."

Under the cover of night, the three women ran, as fast as they could to escape the clutches of Talon. Sombra knew her life was about to change forever. She just hoped that she'd made the right choice. She also hoped that Widow was okay.

As they made their escape, Fareeha spoke to Angela, keeping her voice down so Sombra didn't hear her.

"Ang, are you sure we can trust her?"

"I think we can. I've seen her in battle. She's usually confident and cocky. Right now, she's completely different. It's almost like she's scared. I knew Amelie before she became Widowmaker. If there's even a chance she could be brought back..."

"I understand Ang. I'm with you, no matter what."

Angela smiled. "Thank you Faree."

Talon dropship- United States- One hour later

Reaper's dropship was coming in to land at one of Talon's main bases. The location was very well hidden, once again being mostly underground. After checking that the area was clear, the pilot began the descent into the base, the ground opened up, revealing the underground facility. Most people didn't even know where this base was, better for security that way. The most people saw was a desert, meaning they were somewhere in the western United States.

Once they had landed, the doors closed and the base was once again hidden. The dropship doors opened and Reaper stepped out, holding Symmetra's arms, which were bound behind her back. Doomfist was waiting in the hanger, his arms folded behind his back.

"Didn't expect to see you here." Reaper said, handing Symmetra over to a waiting Talon trooper.

"Plans are moving forward Reyes. Soon, we will show the world what we're capable of."

"I assume there's another reason you wanted to see me for though?" Reaper knew this had to be important if Doomfist had waited here to speak to him.

"We have a situation. You remember Moira's plan?"

"To capture Mercy and turn her to our side? How could I forget?"

"The facility that has her captive has fallen silent and Moira doesn't know why."

"So why are you telling me this? Send some troops over to find out."

"I'm telling you because we've also lost contact with Sombra and Widowmaker."

That got Reaper's attention. He didn't really care what happened to Mercy, he wanted all of Overwatch dead. However, there was no way she could of taken down Sombra and Widow. Something else was going on.

"You want me to go find out what happened, I'm guessing?"

"You know Sombra and Widow and how Overwatch operate. You'll stand a better chance of working out what happened."

Reaper didn't grumble, now more interested in finding out the truth. "Where is Moira's lab of wonders anyway?"

"Italy. A fast ship is being prepared as we speak."

"Great, another trip across the ocean." Reaper thought to himself. "Any other important people at this base I should know about?" He asked Doomfist.

"Mercy was the only important prisoner there. There were only Moira's other prisoners and no one else was transported there since Mercy's capture."

Reaper had the uneasy feeling that Doomfist was withholding something. He didn't know why he thought this but he never bothered asking, simply walking off towards the faster ship.

Once on board, the bases main doors opened and the ship took off, moving off quickly towards Italy. A few minutes into the journey, Moira contacted Reaper.

"Reyes. I assume Doomfist filled you in."

"He did."

"Excellent. I'm sending over the access codes. It'll give you access to the entire facility."

"Thanks. Random question, did you capture anyone else when you got Mercy? I'm trying to work out what happened and I'm wondering..." Reaper asked out of curiosity. Moira might reveal more than Doomfist and every little piece of intel helped.

"Good try, but I only got Mercy. There wasn't anyone else who could have helped her. No one who was a prisoner anyway."

"You think we've been betrayed?"

"It makes the most sense. It's only a hypothesis though, you'll either confirm or deny it. Moira out."

As soon as Moira had gone, Reaper attempted to contact Sombra, only to get no reply. He did the same for Widow, with the exact same outcome.

"Why won't you pick up? What's going on over there Sombra?"

Meanwhile, back at the base, Doomfist was preparing for a mission of his own. He was checking over the troopers as they gathered their equipment as well as looking over the ships being prepared for the mission. Once he was satisfied, he began to head back towards the command centre, where his gauntlet currently was. Before he could reach the command centre, his phone rang.

"Hello."

"You didn't tell Reyes did you?" Moira asked, just finished with her conversation with Reaper.

"No, I did not. I don't honestly see how it could be that big an issue." Doomfist now reached the command centre, standing outside the door and staying out of the way.

"Akande, I knew Reyes before he joined Talon and he knew Fareeha when she was younger. I don't know how he would react if he found out we were torturing her as well as Angela."

"Maybe he wouldn't react at all."

"Or maybe we'd have a pissed off Reaper to deal with. I'd rather play it safe than sorry."

Doomfist sighed. "Very well. Though if this comes back to haunt us, you're calming him down."

"That's fair. I'll be over once I'm done here."

Once Moira hung up, Akande stepped inside the command centre, the troopers inside saluting as he found his gauntlet. Once he was wearing it, he made his way towards another part of the base, where he'd explain the plan to the rest of Talon.