That was one of the few days where Fareeha got to bed alone. In fact, her mother would come back in the middle of the night, sometimes; but not today. The girl sat in her bed for some time, and then stopped waving her feet in the air and finally set them on floor.

It's been a while since Fareeha got used to sleep with her mother. In the first trys, the girl would squint herself in the bed at a point that Ana continued awake the whole night. Her mother wasn't even there now, however, that may be the exact reason her little girl couldn't sleep right now.

The operation they were going to act in was probably being discussed for the past few days; Fareeha couldn't exactly confirm it, as she had a hard time understanding those fancy terms, but her mother's absence when Ana was obviously and constantly trying to convince the girl into anything other than guns had just pretty much confirmed it by itself as she barely saw her now. Not only that, Ana would always lock their room's door even if she was in there too; but she was in such a hurry these days that she probably forgot to do so.

Fareeha wrapped herself in a blanket, leaving her room barefoot – she could immediatelly feel the corridors even colder breeze sting into her shins as she did so. There were some lamps on the walls here and there that slightly illuminated the place, but her sight could still only see ahead a whole ambiance soaked in a grayish blue.

Her feet started going, with no exactly destination to arrive. Fareeha could feel the breeze tickling in her still-healing hands. In fact, she held the blanket delicately, so it wouldn't bother her too much. With the area becoming darker, she told herself, Don't be afraid of the dark! Soldiers don't are afraid of the dark!

Still, the little girl rushed to the elevator as fast as possible.

While the vertical cubicle took Fareeha across the other side of the base, she could witness the sun slowly rising somewhere; the sky finaly becaming to a light tone of blue, while a cozy tune played in the elevator. She sticked herself to the glass, as from the transparent walls the girl could see some people awake already; she could only count 2 or 3, however; she quickly went away from it, tough, as her hands uncomfortably tickled thanks to the recent burning.

Upon finally arriving at her destination – one more corridor – she could walk more tranquil now. Fareeha hated to admit it, but she still had the fears of a kid! She blowed a raspberry as she thought about it.

Finally, the little girl arrived at the main hall. As it would be no surprise at all, it was still empty. Or it was supposed to be.

The kid went down two flights of stairs, almost stumbling in her blanket. Right in front of the inside reception, a young girl was sat at the circular sofa between the two stairs.

Fareeha looked up at the hologram high in the reception wall. It was 5:24 AM. She pouted, rubbing her eyes; she expected her mother to be here already. She was worried.

Then, the tiredness started hitting, with her almost sleeping while standing. She could lay on the sofa, but... If there was something this "aspiring soldier" definitely was, it was shy. Not even in preschool Fareeha talked to the other children – she would prefer to talk to the birds.

She carefully approached the sofa. The girl sitting on it seemed really tall, though she had fairly shorter hair than Fareeha. It scared the later a bit how, at least from behind, the blonde didn't seen to move a muscle. Fareeha's eyes clicked, her mind seemed to already gave up to just stand there analyzing someone. She let out a fairly loud yawn. The girl gently looked over her shoulder.

That was definitely awkward. Fareeha forgot how she could end up attracting the stranger's attention and well, here she was. She was only familar talking with her family – which was mostly Overwatch, obviously – but she never ever got used to talk with strangers, at all. Which seemed a little suggestive to anyone that could saw her, as she stood froze in place, her eyes frozen.

"Um, what are you doing here?" The girl asked.

Fareeha looked away, holding her blanket tighter.

"Hey, don't be shy~ I wont bite. Come here."

Faltering for a moment, she finally gave up to her tired legs as she sat alongside the blonde; not too close, however. The unknown girl leaned over her own thighs, resting her hands on her knees.

"What's your name?"

The little girl finally looked at her after some moment hesitating. She had clear blue eyes, that denounced her tiredness as dark circles formed under them – a little like Fareeha's now, except the blonde's were way deeper. Besides that, she had very clear skin and a very bright hair, almost of the color of... mayonnaise, Fareeha could say. Nonetheless, she almost looked like...

"I'm Angela, but you can call me Angie." She perked.

"You are an angel?"

Angela stood still for a moment, her eyes widened in surprise for the unexpected question. After that, she let out a discreet chuckle, squeezing her eyes. Fareeha kept a straight face.

"You've not seen too many blonde girls—", she said, as she rested her face in her right hand, "— have you?"

"Umm..."

The teenager tilted her head, her eyes looking away for a moment. "Where are you from?"

"I think it's America?"

Angela stared at her as the girl's tone was fairly uncertain.

"No— Egypt. My mom is from Egypt. I think I grew on Egypt? But my father is not from Egypt. He hates speaking egyptian."

She chuckled at how many times the child repeated Egypt. "I think you mean arabic, no? There's not exactly an egyptian language, not that I want to tell you how to call it."

Fareeha peeked at her with the corner of her eyes, rapidly looking away right after, embarassed.

Great, you would probably be a great pediatrician, Angela...

They stood still in the now few-populated room, Angela watching the doors around constantly; until her glare stopped at an almost-sleeping Fareeha. She slide to the opposite side of the sofa. "You can lie down if you want".

Fareeha took a moment to click out of her sleepiness, straightening up and holding her light blue blanket firmly. "Ah— I can't! I have to stay in guard for when my mom come back!"

"Uh", Angela pouted. "Does she... is she a soldier?"

"Yes she is!" Fareeha's eyes glimmered in excitement. "When I grown up I will be a soldier just like her!" She said with truly enthusiasm, pretty much shouting. Noticing that the girl didn't respond, Fareeha decided to keep talking anyway. "Your mom is a soldier too?"

"Actually..." She swallowed dry, looking down and then covering her sad tone up right after. "I've come to see an uncle of mine. He's an engineer here."

"What is that?"

"He makes weapons."

"Is that true?! Can he make me one?"

"I don't think so—"

"Oh, oh, I know one he could make me already!" She pretty much didn't bother changing her loud tone, unlike Angela. "A guitar that makes zoin zoin and then just BAAAAAM and waves out the bad guys!"

Angela had a hard time trying to hold back her laughter, until she bursted out. Fareeha chuckled lightly alongside her, but shortly all of the girl's energy went to an yawn.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep? You can lay your head in my lap if you want."

The girl looked her with a drowzy face, spreading herself out in the sofa as she lied her head in the other's girl lap.

"Thanks, Angie..."

"You're welcome, ahn... What's your name again?"

"Habibti."

"You're welcome, Habibti~" She said, smilling.

Gunshots were rampaging through the whole battlefield, taking down numerous soldiers. Some of them bursted in purple clouds a soon as they were hit, but the figure going through all of it without a single damage was no ordinary soldier. With a smirk, she leaped over it's enemies, neutralizating them with a single touch as they exploded in coral clouds of smoke. The soldier triumphantly standed over the battlefield, as most of the enemies were effortless clinched.

The more that were defeated, however, the more would appear. The non-ordinary soldier grited her teeth, suddenly surrounded by elite OPS soldiers holding cake pans in their hands. The figure frowned, standing in a defensive stance. What could she do now?

But as soon as this question went up her head, the clouds gave space for a light to shine through the sky, while an opera chorus sang. It was a slim flying girl, with very short mayonnaise-colored hair, and bright blue marble ball eyes. She hummed something like "Du bist wirklich müde, oder?" The figure glanced at the blonde stranger, almost ignoring her because she didn't get it; but that didn't matter to that angelical figure. She handed over the figure a bubblegum scented guitar, and left after patting the soldier from afar, stretching her own right hand bizarrely to do so.

As the soldier took the guitar weapon, a grim showed up in her face, and suddenly the figure was dressed up in a blanket. She ignored that though, focusing on how her feet ran around while the guitar splashed colorful rays all over her enemies. Nothing was left in the battlefield but smoke... And a very big shadow over her.

She looked up to see a giant woman picking the guitar away from her.

"Luebat alwaqt qad aintahat, habibti!"

The soldier frowned heavily, screaming to the skies and to the world.

"LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"

Fareeha snapped out of the dream and back to reality, opening her eyes.

"—a."

She glanced over to the wall. 7 o'clock... She hoped that she would've sleep more.

Looking over the sofa, she found herself alone, leaving thoughts of how the girl she've met was probably just some kid of imaginary friend. She arranged herself, sitting on the sofa and right after standing in the cold floor, as the weather didn't seem to change much from an hour ago. There were more people roaming around the quarter now, some even looking intrigued at the girl, wondering what a child was doing there. She thought the others were just ignoring her, until her eyes catched what the spot of attention was.

"Any remaining bullet fragment?"

"This was definitely an explosive..."

Fareeha tilted her head. The medical team was rushing over one of the corridors with a stretcher, some of the medics and assistants around. A couple of employees tried to surround the patient, curious, but they were all backed off by an agent. In the middle of the confusion, Fareeha could finally spot a familiar face.

"Uncle Rein!" She rushed to him, leaving her blanket behind. "What happened?"

He sat in another stretcher, being managed by some few assistants who seemed to take care of some bruises and damage he suffered. "Oh, Fareeha! This is complicated..."

Fareeha eyes widened. "Where's my mom? Is she okay?"

"Your mom? She's—"

"I am telling you can't go in there yet!"

They looked over to see an familar young girl discussing with the security. To Reinhardt, she was someone he somewhat could remember being mentioned by Torbjörn.

"Is he okay at least? What happened?"

"I'm sorry miss, but you need to calm down. Chief Lindholm is being taken care of by the paramedics. We'll inform you his state soon."

She backed off, holding her own arms around her body with a stiffened expression. Fareeha came over her, patting her lower back as it was in closer reach. "Hey Angie, who's Lindholm?"

Reinhard looked at the stranger. "Wait, you are-"

"Fareeha?"

The girl immediately looked as she heard her name being called by her mother's vooce. Upon seeing Ana, she rushed immediately to hug her. "Mama! I were worried!"

The woman frowned, kneeling and patting her daughter's back. "It's okay, habibti, mama is okay..."

As she feel more secure about her mother, Fareeha fend away a little. "What happened mama? Everyone is okay?"

Ana looked at Reinhardt and the blonde, both of them with deep concern on their faces.

"I'm not sure..."

"Uncle Torby, what are you working in?"

It had been six months since the White Dome Operation accident that cost off Torbjörn's left eye and right arm. That was no excuse for him to sit down though, as the genius engineer built himself a newly prosthetics. Fareeha, in the other hand, only had her palms with faintly visible scars and no homework at all.

"Oh, this", he slighted covered the project, "I'm a bit off from missions since the last one, so I'm building as much things I can!"

He hammered the construction, as Fareeha startled a little.

Torbjörn glanced her. "And this one?"He approached her, whispering. "It was a deliver to you! From an giving angel~"

Her eyes glimmered. "Ohhh! Can I see it? Please please please?"

He chuckled. "Not yet, little girl. Go play around for a bit and then maybe I'll get finished."

She widened her eyes in excitement, a great smile puffing her cheeks. The girl ran off the room as fast as possible, going from room tto room at full speed until she found who she was looking for.

"REINHARDT!"

The sudden scream got the knight in a scare, as he choked on his beer, coughing a lot afterwards.

"Oh, little cough Fareeha! You gave me such a scare."

She smilled. "Sorry, it's because I'm sooo excited!"

"For what?" He pondered, taking a sip of his beer even if his throat was still tickling. "Oh, let me guess: is it something about becoming a soldier?"

"Well, maaaaybe? Uncle Torby said to me that he is going to give me something, and I'm sure it's an equipment!"

Reinhardt smirked, scratching his beard. "And you, with that tiny tiny hands, will be a soldier shouting like this?"

She tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

The knight looked from side to side, to assure that Ana omnipresent glare wasn't in the room, and then he picked Fareeha up to his lap.

"Well, child, I will tell you zomething. If you want to go on shouting at the others when you are a soldier, you need to be strong! And fierce!"

Her eyes went somewhere, while she took a finger to the chin, thoughtfully. Finally, her head clicked and she look at Reinhardt with a full smile. "Just like you?!"

"Juuuust like uncle Rein! ROAAARR!"

Fareeha bursted in laughter, her cheeks colored in flush. The girl thrown her hands in Reinhardt's shoulders, with fascinated eyes. "Does that mean I need an armor?"

"Oh, oh! Exactly."

"But I don't know where to get one... Uncle Torby is already too busy!"

"And just who needs that bauch? We can do it ourselves!"

Her eyes sparkled. "Really really?"

"Really real, meine freund!"

"AWESOME!"

Ana whistled as she brushed her dark, soft hair. Most agents would reprimand her back in the day for not wearing it in a bun or in a ponytail, but this only gave her more reasons to brag herself about how the best sniper in the world just do her job with so many locks in her face. Oh yeah, I am the 'guy'.

As she left her room , she heard a discussion.

"Why won't you paint it white? It's way more STYLISH!"

"Uh-uh, blue is far more pretty!"

"But it isn't supposed to be pretty, you are supposed to be SCARY!"

"Reinhardt?"

He stiffened as he looked at the door to see Ana there. She crossed her arms, slightly curious, she had to admit.

"What are you doing?"

The two of them were sitted in a floor lined in various journals, with various pieces of cardboard and boxes alongside painting materials.

"Oh, we are making her a s—"

"WE ARE REPLICATING AN OLD FILM!"

Ana widened her eyes.

"Wait, what film?" he asked.

Fareeha glanced at him almost like she could cut through with her glare.

"OH, RIGHT, RIGHT! It's um, this film, ahh... OH YES! WE ARE MAKING A COSPLAY OF ALITA BATTLE ANGEL!"

Ana stood there for a moment, looking at him curiously.

"Isn't this film like, 30 years old?"

"I am uhhhh... I like old films! I watch them with ahnn..."

Fareeha looked at Reinhardt. Reinhardt looked back at her. And then both of them looked at Ana. And then Fareeha looked back at Reinhardt.

"I WATCH THEM WITH UNCLE REIN!"

"Hmm. Okay, then. Tell me a movie from the 20's you like."

"BATMAN!"

Reinhardt chuckled slightly, but he stopped as soon as Ana glare sticked to him.

"There's a new Batman movie every 10 years, Fareeha."

"But I'm talking about the uhhhhh 1920 one!"

"... Okaaaaay, you do have good choice, Fareeha", she mumbled as she didn't even tried to cover any bit of her sarcasm. "And which villain from this Alita movie you're cosplaying?"

Fareeha glanced again at Reinhardt. "Villain?..."

"It's a... It's an OC! Raptora!", shouted the man.

Ana tilted her head.

"Raptora?"

"YES, Raptora! The Mecha Knight!", Faheera shouted, as she stood. "She is Alita's best friend forever ever!"

"And she has a gun."

Fareeha swallowed dry. But Reinhardt glared at Ana. Since they situation at Istanbul, she pretty much went way overboard with her whole 'Trying to teach Fareeha other things than being a soldier', except this time she was just suffocating the girl at any moment she tried to comment something about the matter, but Ana knew this was stressing them both. She sighed.

"You know what is more cool than guns? Martial arts! Ahahah, how come I've never told you of martial arts?!"

"Can I do martial arts with a guitar?"

"What?—"

"Oh OH! It's just perfect! RAPTORA, THE MECHA KARATE KNIGHT!"

She shrugged.

"Hello, chief Lindholm."

The bearded man look at the door as a figure standed in his workshop. She was wearing a roughly blue armor made out of cardboard, with some details made in yellow highlighter. Her mask was just straight up an agent's one stole from someone.

"I heard you had called for me; the Mecha Karate Knight", she posed, "RAPTORA!"

He looked at her with a serious tone in his face. She sweated as his glare made her feel awkward.

"Yes, Raptora, it seems your equipment has yet to be upgraded. Lucky for you, I, Toblerone, the Mountain Smith, had been working on them."

He handed the girl a guitar. Not just a guitar, but a guitar that had the most cool design she has ever saw. It's surface looked more like an robot armor than the regular guitars that had thin and reflective material, as it had various minor details in it's light blue plates. There were some lines that would even glow pink from time to time. Her eyes glimmered.

"And not only that, I have something else..."

He approached Raptora, as she stood there before clicking and kneeling, much for a grunt from Toblerone. He took off her helmet.

"So it is you, Josalina Josafina, eh? Well, this will be a perfect fit."

Actually, it wasn't. The mecha helmet was a little too oversized for her head, as her eyes couldn't even reach the visor properly. But it was the most badass thing she saw in the day, so Raptora didn't care. She was a complete Mecha Knight now.

"We ensure the security of the music world in you, Raptora", Toblerone said as he gave a thumbs up and lifted his mask. "Or I could say, Josalina."

She nodded lightly, her serious but confident countenance. "And I trust you to the world's smithing, Torbjorge."

They saluted each other as Raptora left his room, the guitar in her hands.

"I, RAPTORA, THE MECHA KARATE GUITARRIST KNIGHT, WILL SAVE THE WORLD!"

The fierce hero rushed as she bumped into Reinhardt accidentaly, shouting an 'Aw!' because she couldn't see thanks to the oversized helmet.