Distractions

An emergency meeting of the United Nations has ended without an agreement on how to deal with the terrorist group Talon.

An earlier meeting of the UN Security Council agreed at condemning the recent attack on the United States, however could not reach an agreement on how to proceed.

The UK ambassador suggested the possibility of revoking the Petras Act, a move first suggested in the earlier Security Council meeting and backed by several other countries. However, any such move must be voted on in the General Assembly and such a vote does not seem likely to succeed at this present time.

Meanwhile, the United States ambassador has presented evidence of a change in public opinion, with protests around the world calling for Overwatch to be reassembled. It still remains unclear where the US stand on the Petras Act.

Further meetings of the UN are arranged for the next few days, with further debates on how to deal with Talon and the future of the Petras Act.

In other news, several members of the Vishkar Corporation have been arrested and the company is under investigation following evidence of a link to Talon. Shares in Vishkar dropped sharply after the allegations arose. We will keep you updated on this story as it develops.

Watchpoint Gibraltar

Widow was too occupied hitting a punching bag to take any notice of the news report, that Lena was sat watching in the corner of the gym. She had too much on her mind, memories that were returning, questions she wanted answering and now Sombra was in the medical bay. Widow needed to let out her frustration, needed a distraction and this punching bag was helping her do just that.

It was only after she heard a very audible sigh that she finally stopped her assault on the bag, turning towards Lena to see her troubled by something.

"What's up?" She asked, guessing that something on the tv had bothered her.

"Hmm. Oh nothing to worry about luv."

Lena turned and gave Widow a small smile, one she saw straight through. As Widow raised an eyebrow, Lena sighed again, knowing she wasn't convincing her.

"Did you listen to that?" Lena asked, pointing towards the tv.

"I was somewhat occupied." Widow returned dryly, turning back to the punching bag as Lena walked over. She stood to the side as Widow began her assault again.

"The UN is discussing the Petras Act..."

"The Act that makes any Overwatch action illegal?"

"Yep. They're talking about revoking it..." Lena trailed off, lost in her own thoughts.

"That's good... isn't it?" Widow asked, stopping once again and letting the punching bag sway from side to side.

Lena snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes, it is. Though I can't help but wonder what Talon's endgame is. You see, Doomfist must've known that the world would react this way... So what's his plan? What does he want?"

"You might be better asking Sombra." Widow admitted, thinking that she may have some idea. "I never really knew much about Talon's main goal or what Doomfist wanted. I just listened to whatever orders I got given and never questioned them. It was how they wanted me."

Lena simply nodded, watching as Widow returned to punching the bag. After another barrage of attacks impacted against the defenceless punching bag, Lena broke the silence.

"Amelie?"

Widow stopped once again, turning to face Lena. "Hmm?"

"Explain something to me. Your conditioning..?"

"How does it work?"

Lena nodded as Widow finished the question for her. She took a breath and motioned to a small table, along with a few chairs, set up in the gym. Once the two had sat, Widow began to try and explain it.

"It's not easy to explain, but it feels like something's edging me along, telling me what to do. When I rushed off to help Sombra, I wasn't thinking, I just listened to what my head told me to do. It's gotten a lot easier to resist since The Spider was killed, though bits still remain."

"Is some of it training from Talon as well?"

"Some of it, yes. Talon trained me to do a lot of things, such as how to fight, which allowed me to develop my own fighting style. Some of it though is built in with the conditioning, such as how I analyse a room when I enter it for any threats. Another example is when I'm in a fight, I can analyse an opponent, see how they fight and then figure out their strengths and weaknesses so I can exploit them."

"So, when we've fought in the past?" Lena asked, curious if she'd analysed her during their past fights.

"Your strengths are your speed and agility. You could overwhelm an opponent with ease if you use them correctly. However, your weaknesses are that you rush into a fight too quickly, often not thinking through your attack fully. You also lack the strength of most soldiers..."

"I'm stronger than I look." Lena interrupted, clearly joking around with her.

Widow just smirked, raising an eyebrow and then placing her arm on the table, challenging Lena to an arm wrestle. The impromptu challenge was accepted and soon Lena was using all her strength to try and win. To her surprise, she actually was winning. As she was inches away from victory, she looked up to Widow, who didn't seem to be breaking a sweat, or look like she was actually trying.

"Oh, sorry, had we started?"

With one fast movement, Widow turned the tide of the arm wrestle, taking Lena's near victory and turning it into an instant defeat. Lena just stared wide eyed for a moment, trying to take in what just happened.

"Bloody hell. So if I can't open something I'm coming to you first."

Widow chuckled, regaining her seriousness moments later. "I also thought your compassion was a weakness." She said, guilt clear in her voice. "If I ever had the opportunity when fighting you, I was going to take a hostage. I knew that would stop you dead in your tracks... Im glad I never got the chance to do that..."

Lena placed a hand over Widow's. "What about now?"

"Now... I can see that it's a strength. Without it, you'd have no reason to fight... no reason to help me."

Before the conversation could continue, Lena's phone rang. She pulled it out from one of her jacket pockets and looked at the caller, seeing Jameson's name.

"Sorry, mind if I take this?"

"Not at all."

Lena stood and walked away from the table slightly, answering the call as she did so.

"Hey Ross. What's up?"

"You sound cheerful. I'm guessing you found Mercy?"

"Yep, she's alright. Nothing too serious." Lena answered, intentionally leaving out the part about Widow and Sombra.

"Good to hear. I take it you've been watching the news?"

"Of course. Did you find that link between Vishkar and Talon by any chance?" Lena asked, guessing that was one of the reasons Jameson was calling.

"Indeed. My team found Satya Vaswani and she gave us the evidence we needed to confirm the link."

"You found Symmetra? How is she?"

Ross was silent for a moment, before reluctantly answering. "She didn't make it."

Lena let out a long breath. "Damn."

"Did you know her?"

"Not really. We crossed paths a few times but other than that, none of us really did."

"She had no idea that Talon had ties to Vishkar, not until they attacked the tower to try and cover it up. Thing is, I don't think they're the only ones. There's no way Talon would have only one source of income."

"Fair point, though you might struggle to find any evidence now. By the way, how's Jessica?" Lena asked, remembering the girl that was rescued from the cargo ship that Jameson assaulted.

"She's good. We let her return home a few days ago. Parents were amazed that she was found. We had to leave out some of the details mind you."

"I thought you might. Though, I expect she'll have told them within the first hour of being home."

Lena heard a short chuckle from Ross, before he himself let out a audible breath. Even before he spoke, Lena could tell this wasn't a social call.

"There's something you need to know. You know about the UN meeting, correct?"

"Yeah."

"Then I take it you know the UK ambassador suggested revoking the Petras Act?"

"Yeah..." Lena replied, now a little nervous with where Ross was going with this.

"Did you ever stop and wonder why exactly he did that?"

Lena thought for a moment. "Well, public opinion on the matter has changed since the act... I assumed this was the reason."

"Yes and no. Public opinion has shifted and a lot of people think Overwatch needs to return. However, that's not the main reason."

Lena thought again. "I honestly don't know Ross."

"How's the weather in Gibraltar?"

Lena's eyes went wide when he mentioned Gibraltar. She never mentioned that she was here, meaning that he'd found out. That meant only one thing.

The UK knew Overwatch was at Watchpoint Gibraltar.

"How long?"

"At least three months, maybe longer, I don't know exactly."

"So why haven't we all been arrested yet?"

"Because it's in everyone's interest to take Talon down. Only a small group of people in the country know, the PM, the Home Secretary, the heads of MI5 and MI6 and now me."

Lena just stood for a moment, letting the fact sink into her head. "So... it's being kept a secret?"

"Indeed it is. You're in a good position, public opinion is swaying towards reviving Overwatch and it seems that at least one country is willing to help you out, even if it's in secret."

"So what now? Do we answer to you or something?"

"On the contrary. More I answer to you. We need to let the politicians do what they do best, talk. In the mean time, if you need anything, I'm authorised to help in any way I can. I also can offer you some intel, if you want it."

This gave Lena an idea. Widow still wanted to visit Chateau Guillard to collect some personal items and Lena wanted to help her do that. Yet Winston was worried about Talon knowing about the place. However, if there was another reason for them to go to that area, maybe Winston would agree to let them go.

"Amelie." Lena began, turning to face her. "Still wanna go fetch that stuff from your place?"

"I'd like to." She replied, seeing the smirk on Lena's face. She clearly had a plan, or at least was formulating one in her head.

Lena winked, before turning back around and pressing the phone back to her ear.

"Ross, can I call in one of those favours?"

Winston's lab

While Widow cooled off, Angela had finished tending to Sombra, discharging her a short while ago. Before she left Angela's care, Winston had visited her, asking her to come to the lab once she was healed up. Sombra didn't keep him waiting and headed straight towards the lab the moment she was discharged.

Despite the earlier incident with Zarya, Sombra was relatively calm. Winston had been very polite and had asked her to the lab quite nicely, very different compared to her experience at Talon. They were a lot more brutish, ordering rather than asking. She had to admit it was a pleasant change.

When she arrived at the lab and stepped inside, she immediately realised that the building was all but empty and only three people were present.

Winston stood near the door, smiling as Sombra arrived. Behind him were Morrison and Ana, both sat at the holographic table, which was currently turned off.

"Hello Sombra." Winston began, putting his hand out. Sombra accepted the gorilla's hand, shaking it cautiously. "I must again apologise for Zarya's earlier actions."

"It's alright. I kinda had it coming to be honest." Sombra admitted, calming slightly as Winston apologised. "I guess that's what you wanted to talk about."

"Actually, Morrison wanted to. If you're okay with that?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I think it's time I came clean about it anyway."

She made her way over to the holo-table, Ana standing and giving her seat to Sombra. As she sat down facing Morrison, Lena ran into the lab, tapping Winston on his arm.

"Mind if I have a word big guy? It's important."

Winston looked over to the holo-table. "Can it wait for a bit?"

"No. I'm being serious Winston, Ross just called and he told me something I need to tell you. Right now!"

Lena may have been a bit more forceful than she needed to but it got the message across. Winston looked back towards Morrison, who'd also picked up on Lena's urgency.

"We can manage here."

With that, Winston walked towards the door, Lena following close behind. As they left, Morrison began his talk with Sombra.

"I know it wasn't your fault when Zarya attacked you. I want to know your side of the story. She says that you have intel on a key figure in Russia. Is that correct?"

Sombra let out a short breath. "Yes."

"Who?"

"Katya Volskaya."

"Volskaya?" Morrison said, somewhat surprised. "What has she done that you've been able to blackmail her so effectively?"

Sombra opened up her computer, typing away and bringing up the images she had.

"It turns out she gets her tech from the Omnics. Zarya was sent to get rid of me. Turns out Katya didn't even tell her, so she probably still holds a grudge for me revealing that little secret."

Now it all made sense. Russia was currently fighting the Omnics. If the Russian people found out about this, there would be outrage and Katya's name would be dragged through the dirt. No wonder Zarya wanted Sombra out of the picture.

Despite what Zarya thought about the situation, Morrison knew this information was very valuable... too valuable to simply delete. Having it could be very useful if they ever needed it...

"I originally was going to ask you to delete that information... but after hearing what it is..."

"Zarya didn't exactly like the idea of someone else knowing..."

"And she won't need to know. You copy the data and give it to us. Then you delete your version and we say it's gone. No one else is any the wiser."

Sombra didn't know what Morrison's plan was. He was a very hard man to read and he gave nothing away. Frankly though, she didn't really care. That data had caused her a lot of trouble. With Talon now on her case, she likely needed some allies and Overwatch weren't exactly a bad choice.

"It's yours. Along with everything I have on Talon. My only condition is that me and Amelie are both treated like one of you. I don't know what she wants to do afterwards but if she wants to stay and help, then I will as well."

"You want to work with us?" Ana asked, slightly taken back by the idea of working alongside Sombra.

"Depends what Amelie wants to do. I'm staying with her no matter what. I made a promise to look after her and frankly she needs people there for her."

Morrison didn't even need to think over her proposal. He'd heard that motive before. Clearly Reaper had trusted Sombra to look after Amelie, which meant he trusted her. Reyes didn't trust easily.

"Done."

After a short handshake, Ana passed Sombra a small data pad and she began to transfer the data she had, including the intel on Katya. Once she had finished the transfer, she deleted everything she had on Volskaya. It was Morrison's problem now.

Meanwhile, Winston and Lena had stopped just outside the lab. It took seconds before Lena began to explain what was up.

"Winston, the UK knows about us." Lena said, urgency in her voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Ross called and told me. A very small group of people know that were stationed here, currently five, including Ross."

Winston paused to take off his glasses. He had made contingency plans in case they were ever found. There were numerous other bases they could move to. "Do we need to relocate to a new base?"

"I don't think so. Have you seen the news recently?"

Winston shook his head.

"Okay, well the UK is currently pushing for the Petras Act to be revoked. Ross told me that no action's been taken against us because it's in everyone's interest to allow us to continue."

Winston pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of a country outright knowing they were here, even if it was only a small group of people. It meant other people could just as easily know and they were also keeping it a secret. He could sense there was something else Lena wanted to say.

"I'm guessing there's more?"

"Well... Ross offered me some intel on Talon and I agreed to meet him tomorrow. He wants to meet in France, outside Annecy."

Winston sighed. "And let me guess. It just so happens to be near Chateau Guillard?"

"Yeah. Real coincidence ain't it?"

Lena noticed the very sarcastic smile and nod from Winston. It was painfully obvious that he was aware of what she'd actually done.

"You're not buying it are ya?"

"Nope."

Lena sighed. "Look, the reason I want to..."

"Fine."

"Wait. What?" Lena asked, stunned by Winston's sudden change of heart.

"Well, if I don't agree then I'll assume you two will run off anyway. So you can go on one condition. I go with you too. That way, there's someone that can keep an eye on the two of you. I'll inform Torb and tell him to get some equipment ready."

Lena ran forward and hugged Winston. "Thanks big guy."

"Why do you want to go there so badly?" Winston asked. "If you'd waited a few days..."

"I saw what it meant to Amelie. She left some really personal items there, such as her wedding ring. I really think it'll help her recover if she has those things back."

Winston didn't know that her wedding ring was at the chateau, since Lena never mentioned anything specific when she first suggested the idea to him. Now it all made a bit more sense. "Okay. You know Angela won't like this, right?"

"She'll understand. I just hope it helps Amelie. Thanks again big guy."

After another quick hug, Lena walked off to find Amelie. As she left, Winston clicked a small earpiece, that he just so happened to have in his ear and contacted Athena.

"Athena, do we have any items of Amelie's in storage?"

"Negative, no items were listed as Amelie's when they were recovered. However, we do have items listed as Gerard Lacroix's at another location."

"Inform Genji and ask him if he could go and look into this."

Later that evening

As the sun began to set, a large portion of the agents began to make their way towards the mess hall, looking to see what was available for dinner. Even Hanzo had finally appeared, revealing himself from the 'hiding spot' he'd found earlier, though he had decided to accompany Genji on his task.

There were some other agents that were absent from the evening meal. Zenyatta did not need to eat, unlike everyone else, so he had remained outside, meditating. Sombra, Morrison and Ana were still in the lab, going through the data that Sombra had provided. In all honesty, Sombra wanted to keep a low profile for a few days, in order to avoid a repeat of what Zarya did and no one really expected her to appear tonight.

Lena and Widow were also absent, currently making their way towards the armoury to check their equipment and Torbjorn was there waiting for them. Brigitte on the other hand had taken a break from the armoury and was currently sat with DVa and Lucio, both pausing from their usual activities of listening to music and playing video games and instead listening to on one Brigitte's battle stories.

Winston was the latest addition to the hall, however, he was only passing through, collecting some food for everyone currently in his lab. The lab had become a makeshift command centre in the last few days, with everyone frequently gathering inside whenever there was something to talk about. Even though it limited the work he could do, Winston didn't really mind. It meant that Overwatch was doing something good.

As Winston picked up a few plates of food, he turned and looked at the other agents present. Brigitte, DVa and Lucio were all in one group and were soon joined by Mei, who began listening to the tale Brigitte was currently telling, which was about one of her adventures with Reinhardt.

Reinhardt, McCree and Zarya were in another group, talking about current events around the world. Winston could tell that Zarya was being unusually quiet, possibly thinking over her earlier actions.

With the plates of food in hand, Winston began the short walk back towards his lab. As he reached the door to the outside world, Angela and Fareeha entered, Angela holding the door open and giving Winston a friendly smile as he passed by.

The two of them had already discussed the agreement he had made with Lena and Angela wasn't exactly overjoyed to hear about it. She understood while Amelie wanted to go and knew Lena only wanted to help her out. Yet she was worried about how Amelie would react to returning to her makeshift home. It wasn't a major concern, otherwise she would have told Winston not to go end of. It was just her being concerned for Amelie's well being.

Despite the concern she had, Angela reluctantly let it go, knowing that both Lena and Winston were watching Amelie. Hopefully, she could get a moment to discuss her concerns with them before they left tomorrow.

Once Winston had passed by and left the mess hall, the smile she gave him vanished, as she laid eyes on Zarya. Angela was still furious at what Zarya had done earlier and she was determined to make her displeasure known.

As Angela went to move, Fareeha stopped her advancing, placing a hand on her arm and giving her a concerned look. Angela quickly understood why she was so concerned, placing a hand on Fareeha's and giving her one of her reassuring looks in return.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Fareeha didn't say anything, simply nodding and walking to find them both a meal to eat. Angela meanwhile walked over to Zarya, placing her hands on the table with a surprising amount of force and gained the attention of the small group.

"What on earth were you playing at?" She said, keeping her voice as calm as she could. "Did you have any idea what you could have done?"

Zarya leaned back into her chair, preparing for an argument with the doctor. "Sombra had information..."

"Save it!" Angela's sudden interruption caught everyone by surprise and was loud enough to gain the attention of the rest of the agents in the mess hall. "I know why you attacked her. It's not an excuse. If you think that was the best course of action, then me and you have a big problem."

Before Zarya could speak up to defend herself, Angela leaned up from the table, continuing with what she was saying.

"Amelie is very vulnerable and she could easily revert to her old self if she feels threatened by any one of us. So you decide to attack the one person that she trusted with her life in order to escape Talon."

If looks could kill, then Zarya would have been long gone with the stare Angela was giving her. Zarya struggled to find a response. "I... I didn't think..."

As Fareeha retuned with their food, Angela turned to address the rest of the agents.

"Amelie and Sombra are not our enemies."

"How can you be sure?" McCree asked, simply voicing what a lot of them were thinking.

"I know they aren't." Angela instantly replied, not missing a beat. "Amelie is hurt. She's scared of what she is and wants to know who she was before Talon. All she wants is to be accepted, to be forgiven. As for Sombra, she saved my life. She saved Fareeha's life. Now she's there for Amelie, keeping her safe and looking out for her. She's the reason we're still us and the reason Amelie is here. We've all seen these two on the battlefield and I can tell you, from first hand experience, they are not the same people. They've both changed. They ran from Talon, wanting to escape for a better life. Now they need our help. I know I keep saying this but please... Just give them a chance."

There wasn't any sound from the mess hall, everyone waiting for someone else to make the first move. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, McCree broke the silence.

"Ang, all of us trust your judgement. If you think they've changed, then we will give them a chance. Zarya admits she acted too rashly. Hopefully we can put that aside and start again."

Angela's gaze shifted over to Zarya once again. "Perhaps you should tell Sombra that."

Then she took her meal from Fareeha and walked over to a table, letting everyone else return to their earlier conversations. Zarya let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She expected something from Angela, yet she wasn't expecting to be let off so easily, being warned by McCree that Angela could top Morrison when she was angry. She thought herself lucky that Angela didn't push the matter any more than she did.

Gibraltar armoury

While most of the agents ate, Lena and Widow made their way to the armoury, meeting up with Torbjorn to inspect the equipment he'd prepared for them. The mission wasn't until the next morning, however, Torb wanted to make sure Widow was happy with what he'd prepared for her.

The armoury was a very messy part of the watchpoint, with various different projects dotted around the main room. Torb liked to work on a number of projects at once and quite often would stop working on one to progress on another. Now that Brigitte was here, Torb was able to get a lot more done in the same amount of time.

There was a single counter, which looked similar to one found at a bar. Agents usually came and stood here first if they needed to speak to Torb and he wasn't around. Shelves were placed all around the edges of the room, all full with different types of weapons and armour. Gaps in the shelves lead to various different storage cupboards, which contained more armour, weapons, tools as well as spare parts and the occasional project of Torb's. One larger gap lead to a firing range, where agents could test their weapons before taking them into the field.

As the two entered the armoury, they noticed the Bastion, sat against the wall, connected up to a machine. They didn't know but Torb was still checking over the Bastion's systems. He had guessed that Sombra was behind its earlier 'malfunction' as he called it, so he was now making sure that it was clear of any foreign code that could have infected it. Ganymede was also in the armoury, current sat inside a cage that Torb had hung from the ceiling. By now, everyone was used to seeing the small bird alongside the Bastion, yet no one really knew why it had stayed around after all this time.

As Widow looked around the room, she noticed her rifle sitting on the counter, alongside Sombra's SMG and her grappling hook. The sniper was currently on a stand, sitting upright like it was on display. One of Widow's venom mines was also sat on another table, the poison absent and the device itself opened up, almost like it was being dissected.

This table particularly interested Widow since she didn't actually bring any venom mines to the base. Next to the mine was a sign that read 'Venom Mine, MK 1' along with a blueprint from Talon. She guessed that Sombra had obtained a copy before they fled and then given it to Overwatch as part of the deal she made.

Upon another glance around the armoury, Widow couldn't spot her thermal goggles, yet she just assumed that they were stored out of sight.

For a moment, Torb was no where to be found. After waiting a few moments, he emerged from a storage cupboard, clutching a box full of tools and scanners.

"Ah. There you two are." He said loudly, placing the box he held down on the nearby counter. "I have some things to show you."

Torb wasn't one to hold grudges and he believed what Angela had said about Widow. He was still cautious though and it took Winston explaining the situation and reassuring him that Widow would be watched before he agreed to prepare some equipment for her. Now that she was here in front of him, Torb could sense that the once cold assassin had warmed up slightly and even seemed to be friends with Lena. Seeing that helped reduce his concerns further.

He stepped behind his counter and reached underneath. Soon afterwards, he brought out another sniper rifle, one which bore striking resemblance to the sniper currently sat on the counter. The only difference was the colour. Instead of being purple, the second rifle was painted in a new, shiny coat of Black.

"This looks like my rifle." Widow noted, taking the sniper from Torb and analysing it. She knew that Widow's Kiss had been designed for her by Talon. Since she only needed one rifle at a time, no more than one version existed at any one time. Apart from...

"That's because it is your rifle. It's the one Lena recovered from the Numbani museum fight. However, it's not exactly the same as this one here." Torb said, tapping the top of the other rifle.

Widow instinctively activated the sniper configuration and looked through the scope. She immediately began to notice some of the differences Torb was on about. Firstly, the scope had been changed and looked a lot clearer. The second thing was how fast the sniper charged.

"This works quicker than my current one."

"Yep. I opened up the rifle when I got it. I hate to admit it but Talon know to make a weapon. The thing is they don't then perfect them like I do. I was able to speed up the charge time by 50 percent. I might be able to remove it altogether, though I only had one at the time so I didn't want to risk breaking it."

Widow nodded in approval as Torb continued.

"The SMG has also been altered so that it has a smaller bullet spread. This means It's effective range is higher than before. I also reduced its rate of fire, since I believe the increase in range and accuracy should make up for it. I can alter it here and there now that I have a second to compare it to, depending on what you think of course."

Widow had taken note of the firing range as she entered. "May I?"

"Be my guest."

She walked over to the firing range and some targets appeared soon after. Six training bots, designed to be destroyed and then put themselves back together. Widow fired the sniper first, taking out four of the bots in rapid succession. As the four bots began reassembling, she deactivated the sniper and began firing the SMG. The lower rate of fire felt different to what she was used to, yet the increased range and lower spread seemed to make up for it.

It was then that Widow realised that Lena was not by her side. In fact, she was busy analysing over her own equipment to even notice Widow looking at her.

"You're not watching me?"

Lena looked up from the counter. "What do you mean?"

"I'm currently holding a better version of my rifle and you're not watching me, making sure I don't shoot you..." Widow said, slightly confused by this sudden level of trust.

"I trust you Amelie. I know you don't want to harm anyone and if you wanted to kill me, I'm sure you'd have tried already. Besides, I don't think you actually need that gun in order to kill anyone here."

"It helps that there's a Bastion sitting over there." Torb added, causing Widow to look to her left and see the Bastion wave at her. She let out a short chuckle as she walked back over to the counter and gave the gun back to Torb.

"It's good, I like it. What about the grapple?" She asked, assuming he'd at least looked over it.

"The grapple is interesting." Torb began, picking up the device and extending the cable. "It can take a surprising amount of force and has a very good range for what it is. However, the device is getting old and I'm noticing it malfunction every now and then, missing its target and going somewhere else."

"I noticed that too." Widow said in agreement. "It's getting very annoying."

"I can't imagine why." Torb sarcastically replied. "There's also a bit of wear and tear on the cable, from use mainly. However, part of the cable has had major force applied to it, almost like someone's been strangled with it."

Widow said nothing, waiting for the smart remark from Torb that was bound to follow.

"You strangled someone with it, didn't you?"

"I didn't have much choice at the time."

Torb sighed. "I can repair it, don't worry. Though, it'll take a bit of time for the parts to arrive. For now, don't over exert it too much. It can take the weight of two people easily but the cable itself could be destroyed by a couple of gunshots in its current state. I need to put a newer, stronger one in and then add a layer of protection to it."

"Why not just make another?" Widow asked.

"I'm planning to. It's just I'd rather have a functioning one before creating a second."

Widow nodded, as Torb placed the grapple on the counter and then reached under for the thermal goggles.

"You may have noticed a venom mine over there. I got the blueprint from up top, though I haven't finished making them yet, so you won't have any for the mission. As for your goggles, they're good to go. Nothing particularly wrong with them. I'm not a fan of the design mind you, so I'd recommend having a new pair created."

Widow frowned. "What don't you like about them?"

"It's the way they look like spider's eyes. I'm not a fan of sacrificing functionality to make something look a particular way. Then again, they might be made so that they work for you, what do I know?"

Widow thought over what Torb said. Truth be told, she always wondered why her goggles looked the way they did. Talon had created them and she never really questioned the design, since it fit with what they wanted. She even began to like it.

"I've gotten used to them. In fact, I rather like them. They're... unique."

"In which case, feel free to keep them. As I said, nothing wrong with them."

"Don't take it personally." Lena said. "Torb always has things he likes to complain about."

"Such as the fact you don't wear any combat armour Lena." He quickly replied, something that Widow couldn't help be agree with slightly. "At least back when you were a cadet you had some armour."

"My fighting style relies on speed. Therefore I need to be lightweight. Armour would just slow me down." Lena returned, winking at Torb as he grumbled under his breath. He then turned to Widow.

"In fact, that reminds me. You're outfit. It's garbage."

Widow looked down at herself, pretending to look at her clothes, before looking back up. "When did you become a fashion expert?"

Torb just rolled his eyes. "You've been spending too much time with Lena. You're picking up her cocky attitude."

"Not exactly a bad thing though. Rather that than her being grumpy all the time." Lena joked, which just caused Torb to grumble again. He knew she was joking of course, yet the thought of having another Lena was a little too much for him.

"One of you is enough thank you." Torb turned back to Widow. "Anyway, as I was saying, you're combat outfit is not good enough. While Lena doesn't wear any armour, at least she call recall and repair any damage. You on the other hand can't. Talon seriously let you out in a skin tight purple catsuit?"

Widow lowered her head. "Talon didn't really give me a choice. They gave me that outfit when they were done experimenting on me... I still had some bite in me back then, so I complained, demanded a better outfit for combat. They simply laughed at me, told me that it was needed for staff morale and that I should be using my looks to distract the enemy. Then for good measure, had me beaten for not following orders... I never argued about it again... I got the message."

Torb and Lena were both taken back slightly, neither expecting her to say that. Lena put a reassuring hand on Widow's, while Torb clenched his fist and hit the counter, visibly angry.

"That's disgusting. Too busy pleasing their own men that they leave one of their own vulnerable. Just another reason to hate them. Well, we're different here, we actually value our people and keep them safe. So I'm making you something more appropriate and with much better protection."

Widow smiled at Torb. "Thank you."

"It's not an overnight job but if you're staying around, I'll draw up some designs and let you see them when you're ready. Do you mind if I take some measurements?"

"Not at all."

Widow and Lena spent another 15 minutes in the armoury, letting Torb take the measurements he needed. He took Widow's height, waist and even took the length of her hair, something that she found a little strange. Once he was done, the three left the armoury, Torb splitting away from the two women to find Brigitte, saying he could use her help.

As the two women walked, Lena gently tapped Widow's arm.

"Amelie... when you were at Talon... did they ever..?"

Widow knew what Lena was asking, so she stopped walking to answer.

"One sergeant tried to convince me to sleep with him... When I said no he then ordered me to. When I refused again, he tried to force himself on me... The next thing he knew, he was lying in the medical bay, with three cracked ribs, a broken arm and two broken legs..."

Widow saw the shocked look on Lena's face, then it changed to one of sadness. "How did you cope? I don't think I would have been able to..." She said softly.

"I don't know... I just had to." Widow lowered her head. "You're the first person I've ever told that to. Not even Sombra knows... It's not something I'm proud of."

Lena stepped forward and opened her arms, a gesture that Widow accepted. The two hugged for a short time and Widow felt a sense of relief that she finally got that off her chest.

"Come on." Lena announced as they released each other from the hug. "I think you need a drink."