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Overwatch Gibraltar officially abandoned. New location successfully obtained.

Nemesis unit confiscated. Currently under evaluation. Remnants of black matter used in replication of a human nervous system. Deemed prototypical. Nemesis feared to be first of new line. In addition, psyche assumed to be forcibly ejected. Eligible leader of Talon perpetually at large.

Captured Talon agents relinquished to U.N. earning Overwatch artificial support. Petras Act under scrutiny as a result of global terrorism at an all-time high. Black omnics continue to spread death and destruction, with little interference.

Overwatch has, however, obtained silent U.N. support from those who have not been compromised as of this moment. Agent Sombra working toward "persuading" remaining tainted members to quietly leave their seats but is meeting with intense resistance and danger. Temporary pause and re-evaluation toward handling said circumstance in motion.

Currently, Overwatch continues to remain vigilant, and every member is hard at work preparing for the battles the future all but promises. Perhaps even I will have the opportunity to participate. It is a feasible future, regardless.

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Fareeha was obviously nervous as she took "the stage", lights flashing all around and the screen before her transitioning to the song she had been practically forced to choose. Leading up to the moment, she had downed more alcohol than necessary, but that still didn't stop her from shaking like a leaf.

'Go, Fareeha! Go! Go, Fareeha! Go!' Hana screamed in delight, slapping her tambourine excitedly with every "go" she exclaimed.

'Show us what you're made of, girl!' Brigitte also encouraged.

'Oh! I know this one! It's a classic!' Mei added.

The melody was slower than one would have expected from Fareeha, but it had a notable "rock" undertone, and the familiar sounds of the electric guitar seemed to calm the young woman a little bit, lyrics appearing on the screen as it played the music video belonging to the said song, various images of fields and old cities in black and white filtering across and flashing through the little room.

Fareeha hummed a little, and then began to sing along, her voice not exactly great, but certainly not terrible either. It was quite the sight, and all her friends continued to cheer, likely satisfied they had convinced the usually stoic lady to take it easy and join a night in the city of Busan, the home of Overwatch's newest base thanks to Hana's connections and Overwatch's amazing standing in Korea due to assisting with the omnic that had been terrorizing the country for years.

It was a night of celebration, Overwatch now officially part of the Korean government's army and finding new funding thanks to that fact. For the ongoing war, things were finally looking at least a little up, and Hana convinced many of the famous females of Overwatch to enjoy a night out with her, karaoke still very prominently enjoyed as a popular Korean pastime.

'Oh, my gosh! I'm swooning, Fareeha! You're so hot!' Hana seemed to joke, although the way she looked at the young woman it was almost easy to believe she was a little serious.

'Fareeha is hot! Look at that muscle!' Brigitte had drunk quite a bit as well, but she held her liquor impressively, more than likely thanks to her family roots and own physical build.

Fareeha went on, grinning a little as she did so. She was incredibly beautiful, wasn't she? She had taken the time to do her makeup, her eyes gorgeous and popping through the extra detailing in her mascara. The ornaments in her hair were as dazzling as ever, and the rather sexy top she wore (a black piece that was more like two large straps wide enough to cover her tanned breasts until it was tucked into her fitted jeans) gave frequent glimpses of her tantalizing body.

Everyone was delighted by the show, and Fareeha lifted the mic high dramatically at the end, finally meeting Angela's eyes and grinning handsomely.

'Your turn.' She almost laughed.

Indeed, Angela had survived her most traumatic experience yet, and she was able to enjoy this evening with her knight and friends of Overwatch in no small thanks to Sombra, a literal miracle worker perhaps even beyond Angela's abilities in some respects.

Keeping her word to Fareeha for dedicating time nearly on the daily to finding a solution to her degrading nanotechnology that sustained her, Angela had made a desperate move in reaching out to Sombra, hardly thinking the genius would be willing to participate in such a trying task, considering the hypothesis Dr. Ziegler had created herself regarding what could be done.

Nonetheless, in a truly dramatic fashion akin to the infamous woman's reputation, Sombra had appeared at the eleventh hour, having gained the insight needed to perform the "operation". And an operation it was, for as Angela had determined, each and every nanomachine in her body needed to be recalibrated on a molecular level. Thus, only one of the most patient and brilliant "hackers" the world had to offer had a prayer of successfully pulling off such a feat.

After nearly twenty-four hours of work, with Fareeha managing all Sombra's needs from drinks, to foods, to even massages to work out cramps, Angela could feel her body pulling itself back together, cells being discharged and recreated as if denying the very nature of Time itself. After only two more days following the operation, Angela hadn't felt better in quite some time. It was truly amazing. Her life was saved.

Naturally, Sombra hadn't done the deed without some demands of her own, but they were surprisingly tame, and she was still willing to stick around Overwatch even after the move to Busan. She had asked that she get a 30% cut of Angela's pay every month. The only part of this that bothered Angela was the fact she gave much of her income to charities to help those in need around the world, but Fareeha was quick to ease Angela's mind by stating she would fill whatever gap existed because of the trade. Sombra didn't seem to care, so long as she got her money.

Therefore, Angela stood up from her seat, a pretty, white spring dress flowing about her thighs as her pink heels clicked against the floor. She adjusted the white floral ornament in her hair; the same one Fareeha had fancied so, touched the previous dog tag that once belonged to her lover, and took the mic, the song she had selected beginning and her nerves escalating, since she knew her musical talent wasn't anything worth writing home about.

However, she felt blessed to be even given this opportunity, surrounded by individuals that sincerely cared about her and, perhaps more importantly, by the woman who had shown her what the most mysterious human emotion meant in all its glory. Angela sang without regard, and she was thankful above all else for having the chance to do so.

'How intoxicated are you, Fareeha Amari?' Angela grinned, looking down from their apartment's patio, the lights from Busan's incredible city flickering far and wide.

'Not terribly…' Fareeha leaned on the blockade, pushing her fingers through her hair. 'But a little.'

'Tonight was very fun.'

'It was.'

'Although I didn't expect to have everyone crash at our place. Certainly a unique experience.'

'I knew the second we decided to return here with them all this would happen. Hana was bobbing despite her forced energy, and Mei collapsed after only one hand of cards. Brigitte is making use of that silly cat pillow she got us as a housewarming gift, at least.'

'But it's not bad, is it?'

'No. Not in the least.'

Angela stepped in next to Fareeha, a slight chill in the summer air. She touched the woman's hand, felt it encapsulate her own, and leaned into her, resting her head against the taller girl's chest and shoulder.

'To be capable of enjoying a night of solitude with you like this…I thought I would never experience such simple joy again.'

Fareeha's body tightened. It had felt so long ago yet close at the same time. Even with her nanotechnology newly reconfigured, Angela's body had mysterious, faint marks that hinted at where her skin had sagged and wrinkled severely. Due to this, she and Fareeha hadn't made love since before her operation, the blemishes bothering the doctor more than she cared to admit. Although her knight had claimed ignorance without intense inspection, Angela's rarely admitted vanity lurked, and had driven the smallest of wedges in the relationship physically, although the same could not be said for the very foundation of their love; it had never been stronger.

'I…don't ever want to experience that form of fear again.' Fareeha gripped Angela's hand, but then wrapped her arm around her, making the angel of Overwatch feel small pleasantly. 'Watching you fade before me? There is little worse than that, I have discovered.'

'I'm sorry, Fareeha. It was cruel of me.'

'No.' Fareeha reassured her, as always, ever vigilant and chivalrous with her words. 'It's part of why I fell in love with you. Your selflessness and care for others…It's always been so beautiful to me.'

'Heh.' Angela giggled, holding Fareeha and looking up at her. 'That word is precious in my mind, you should know.'

'O-oh…Right…' The woman blushed, and it only brought pleasure to Angela's teasing side.

'Who knew a moment of delirium could bring us to this point? Living together. Looking to the future together. Holding one another like this.'

'True…'

'Don't be shy. Not with me.'

'I know.'

'Look at me.' Angela demanded, and the red-faced woman did as she was asked, her dark irises swimming with determination and honesty. 'There. Was that so difficult?'

'Never. Not when I have the opportunity to see you.'

It was Angela's turn to blush.

'You charmer…'

'It's just the truth.'

'I am well aware of that.'

They held one another's gaze for a while longer, and Angela thought perhaps Fareeha would kiss her – somewhat hoped she would – but her reservations for having others partially nearby on another side of glass held her back (even if they were all asleep in various locations of the apartment).

The couple turned toward the city of Busan, its distant buildings a spectacle all on their own, flashing images of Hana on some of them.

'Part of me was truly praying the defeat of Nemesis would slow the fighting…' Angela revealed quietly, her heart hurting suddenly. 'But it would appear we are merely turning the page, moving deeper into this war's story than ever before.'

'Yes…'

'I hate it.' Angela hissed, surprising herself with the raw honesty of the claim; one she did her best to push down in most instances. 'One would think, after all this time, I would have developed some form of immunity to it all. Yet, here I stand, ever frustrated by the unyielding selfishness of humans and their greed.'

'Further proof of your alluring character, my love.' Fareeha said so sincerely it soothed the edge in Angela's tone.

'How do you do it, Fareeha?' Angela decided to ask.

'Do what?'

'Fight. Kill. Participate so willingly in battles that will only result in loss and sadness?'

Fareeha twisted her jaw before answering, seeking the right words as she stared handsomely into the night.

'Sometimes…it is necessary, I suppose. I do not revel in hurting others.'

'Oh, I know.' Angela was more than aware, and this seemed to calm Fareeha some.

'But the ends justify the means, in some cases. I fight for those I love, for justice, and for a brighter future for all. To protect the innocent. To be strong when others cannot. I carry this burden upon myself, and was taught at a very young age what it meant to be judge, jury, and executioner, should it come to such extremes. I believe what Overwatch fights for now is the correct path, and I also believe we will win this war again, like we did before.'

'Ever the dreamer, Fareeha, but I quite appreciate your optimism. Perhaps due to my escapades in parts of the world where kindness has been forgotten I have become a bitter woman. Your hopeful perspective is rather refreshing.'

'…I am glad.'

Angela sighed, watching far below where groups of individuals were galivanting about, one collection of younger persons bumping into a lone omnic and cackling about it as they went on with their night. It twisted Angela's soul. Such meaningless cruelty…

'I just want the fighting to end.' She murmured.

'It will…but maybe not for some time, unfortunately.'

'It would seem that way, wouldn't it?'

'Yes. But Overwatch has gained support in the Korean government, and if we can continue to sway others to join our cause, there will be victory; I know it.'

Angela closed her eyes, slipped out from Fareeha's grasp, and leaned her back against the patio's railing.

'Hold me.' She demanded abruptly.

Fareeha feigned hesitation tactfully, but then stepped close, placing her hands on Angela's hips and allowing their bodies to touch just subtly. Angela wrapped her hands around the taller woman's neck and smiled earnestly, relieved by the feeling of being so near someone she trusted this much.

'My thanks.' She beamed, restricting her expression as she went on. 'I would have loved for you to have met Gloria, Fareeha.' Enough talk of fighting. It was over for the time being.

Fareeha's eyes widened in surprise, and it was adorable.

'Really?'

'Why wouldn't I? Doesn't every younger sister brim with pride when they know they have won the lottery relationally? Wouldn't anyone be overjoyed to show off their companion in life to their family? Goodness, I don't believe I am that ignorant to what transpires for most couples when meeting the parents and such.'

Fareeha let this sit for a moment, and then simply nodded.

'I can understand that much, yes. Although part of me was apprehensive about what my mother would think, a large portion of my feelings leaned on pride as well.'

Angela felt a chill run her spine, making her shiver in her knight's grasp. She could feel Fareeha's breath warmly on her cheek, and she edged closer to her lips, caressing the back of the woman's neck as she did so.

'Kiss me, Fareeha.' She whispered, and the incredible soldier did exactly that, the exchange tender and delicate at first, but once a small groan fluttered through Angela's throat, the intensity of the moment amplified in turn, and Fareeha's grip tightened, almost pulling on Angela's dress roughly.

They parted, lips moist and cheeks flushed with exasperated desire. There was an awkward pause, with Fareeha glancing behind herself as if to expect their slumbering guests to have suddenly disappeared. She was shy with public displays of affection; Angela knew this, but it had been quite some time since they had been intimate, and Fareeha could likely tell how much Angela wanted this now, her vanity be damned.

To both tease her and push her along, Angela softly placed her hand between her own legs, biting at her lower lip and looking up at her knight, begging her silently to have courage. This had the desired effect, and Fareeha swept Angela off her feet, as she had perhaps since their very first meeting, and navigated through their apartment, over the various sleeping forms and misplaced pillows until Angela felt the comfort of their king-sized bed on her back. Two hands rested on either side of her face a second later, and Fareeha's tall form was overtop of her, nerves beginning to tingle through Angela despite her throbbing groin.

'Is this okay?' Fareeha touched Angela's cheek gently, so full of affection it was difficult to respond with anything but allowance.

'Oh, Fareeha…' Angela responded, reaching up and cupping the gorgeous woman's face in her hands. 'It will always be okay so long as it's you before me.'

Fareeha grinned at this, and began kissing Angela, her mouth so perfect for the doctor's in the way their lips moved about one another's. Angela opened the intimacy up to allow for deeper embrace, and Fareeha accepted the invitation, trailing her tongue around Angela's lips before plunging deep, lifting the slender woman into her powerful body and reaching around to grip at her backside, bunching the dress up until Angela could feel the exposure of her legs, momentarily wondering if they might get caught in the act and shocked by how more aroused the mere thought made her.

Angela had imagined pulling the tauntingly seductive fabric that was encasing Fareeha's chest all evening, and now she finally had her chance, yanking the material to the side and cupping the pretty bare breasts in her hands, loving the satisfaction of Fareeha's breaths shortening with every caress and knead.

Fareeha moved from Angela's mouth to her neck, to her collar, and then to her ear, goosebumps causing the doctor's whole body to buzz, her state of being escalating dramatically. She could smell the hints of alcohol in Fareeha's breath, and knew this was making her knight frightfully bold. Perhaps it was contagious.

'Do me, Fareeha Amari…' Angela moaned, and the woman's grip tightened. 'Make love to me this instant.'

Perhaps this was the breaking point, for Fareeha practically lifted Angela up, spinning her onto her stomach and stripping her dress to the floor, nearly ripping the fabric as she enacted it all. Her hands reached around Angela, the tips of her chest pressing into her back as she pushed into Angela's panties, massaging her soaked form torturously. It was a new and surprisingly erotic position, Angela's movements restricted due to Fareeha's weight controlled atop of her. She bit at the sheets, twisting them with her hands and all the strength she had.

'Inside…' She begged; whined even. 'Please…!'

Fareeha was horrible. She was doing everything but, just barely pressing into Angela with one or two of her fingers before retreating. It was infuriating, and yet, highly stimulating. Angela attempted to muffle her cries of elation, but when Fareeha's weight disappeared, and her tongue was pushing so deep it made Angela question if a prop was being used, Angela screamed, a tiny release causing her stomach to pinch and quiver with further anticipation.

'I missed this taste.' Fareeha hummed, and Angela knew her face was completely red from the comment.

Fareeha had a talent for perfecting whatever she set her mind to, and this was no exception. She knew precisely when to hook her tongue within, pressing against a spot that almost immediately pushed Angela over the edge. She knew when to suck. Lap. Tease. It was a crime no other woman got to experience this girl's abilities. Angela hadn't even realized her backside was propped up into the air. Her eyes were watering, and her face had been struck dumb. Soon, Fareeha was over her body again, her fingers deep and her thumb even teasing another point of entrance Angela didn't know could feel even slightly good.

But when she went to yelp at the sudden double sources of pleasure, her mouth was filled with Fareeha's fingers, and she sucked at the slender extensions of her lover as sexually as she could, coiling her tongue around them as she rocked, allowing Fareeha's other hand to fill her in ways she could never have imagined in her wildest dreams not so long ago.

'Mmm…mm…mmph…!' Angela didn't care anymore. She was lost in the moment. If anyone awoke, they would merely have to deal with the noise. She was too far gone. This was love in one of its rawest, most honest forms, and Angela had skimmed Death too closely last time to not revel in what Life had to offer her in an area she had neglected for so long.

'I'm going to cum again…!' Angela squeaked quickly, and no sooner did the words leave her voice did she clench onto Fareeha, a spasm overtaking her as she groaned into the sheets, biting the blankets and feeling her eyes rolls back in pleasure.

'That seemed more intense than usual.' Fareeha appraised soothingly, tickling Angela's back.

'It's…been some time, I suppose…' She answered breathlessly. 'I missed you.'

Fareeha's touch intensified at that, and she massaged Angela's shoulder blades perfectly.

'I missed you, too.'

'You're next.' Angela hummed.

'You really don't have to.'

This almost insulted Angela, and she used what little strength she had remaining to reverse their positions, pushing Fareeha onto her back and tugging at her sexy, black panties until the woman's gorgeous body was fully revealed, a wave of satisfaction washing over the doctor when she felt how wet her lover was.

'Truly? You would have gone to bed like this?'

'Guilty.' Fareeha grinned, but that grin crumbled when Angela began moving, grinding on her knight's firm, muscular thigh while simultaneously pushing her own leg against the spoken of moistness, adjusting so she could satisfy her girlfriend's needs.

'Oh, God…' Fareeha's lips quivered, and Angela smiled, shifting positions so their bodies could kiss, a lewd sound developing the more they rocked. 'I love it when you do that…'

'It's…rather nice…isn't it?'

'A-ah…! So good…!'

'Heh…' Angela's body struggled to keep up, the position demanding for someone not quite as physically fit as required, but Fareeha was obviously overwhelmed with stimulation, and that pushed Angela to go on, especially when her lover shouted…

'Fuck…!' Fareeha grunted through her clenched teeth, and she was evidently experiencing the sweet release of all the buildup, her stomach more defined than usual as her groin convulsed against Angela's, the muscles on her arms and neck protruding as she pulled at the sheets.

It had shocked Angela into sobriety, but then she started giggling, trying to muffle her amusement as Fareeha covered her own eyes with her arm, heaving with exhaustion from the rapturous event.

'That…was unexpected.' She laughed.

'Hah…' Fareeha also chuckled a little. 'It just felt…so different. So amazing…'

Angela was reminded of her lady's poor sexual experiences in the past, and it angered her to think anyone would treat this wonderful human badly. She crawled over to Fareeha, glancing to the door for a moment due to thinking she heard something, and then lay in beside her, propping herself up with her left hand. She leaned in to kiss Fareeha's cheek, the surface a little salty from a dab of sweat, and Fareeha beamed, closing her eyes.

'My perfect life…' Fareeha started, her tone soft. 'I dreamed of joining Overwatch and fighting for the people, rising in the ranks until becoming one of its leaders…like my mother.'

Angela listened quietly, cherishing these moments when Fareeha decided to be so open and honest considering her tendency to hold back in most cases.

'But now,' Her voice cracked, and she looked at Angela, touching her face so very lovingly. 'I cannot dream of any existence more perfect than this.'

Angela nodded, hardly feeling the need to hesitate.

'Nor can I.' She agreed, knowing she was looking at a companion for life. She could just tell. It was that simple. 'I prescribe myself a healthy dose of a certain Fareeha Amari every day following this one. Do you think, perhaps, that's reasonable?'

Fareeha sat up, shuffling in so she could embrace Angela, the two of them rolling on the mattress until they were uncased in the soft material, the warmth of one another and their bed more soothing than ever before.

'I would like nothing more.' Was the simple answer and, as always, Angela believed Fareeha with all her heart.

I am pleased to hear from you, Jack.

Firstly, I would like to report that Fareeha and I are doing well. We are currently in Africa, where the most recent black omnic tests were ran, leaving entire villages wanting for basic necessities, such as water. The team and resources you have provided me are more than appreciated, I would like you to know.

I am saddened that the war is still proceeding as thus, even with more than a year passing since my official departure from the frontlines (my ongoing thanks for being so understanding, by the by). The Nemesis omnic model continues to be a terrible force, but the E.M.P. bombs Sombra helped develop seem to be helping, in that regard, thankfully. Fareeha had a run in with one such monster recently, in fact. It was quite frightening.

Nonetheless, I suppose I should be appreciative that there does seem to be light at the end of this horrid tunnel, and your message was welcomed quite passionately. I truly believe we owe Sombra more than we can afford at this point, for it was her direct involvement that led to many of the U.N.'s members being reorganized? How riveting! Perhaps, in the near future, we may finally have the support we need to end this war once and for all? I would like that very much.

Additionally, I am pleased to hear that Amelie is doing well, and is acting as something of a mercenary when she isn't performing around the world? That woman continues to amaze, considering all she's been through. You suggested that Lena and she take on a number of highly dangerous missions? Any word on their relationship (or lack thereof)? It was an extremely complicated matter, from what I could tell back in time. So long as Lena has found some form of answer as to whom she wishes to be, I suppose all should be well…

Otherwise, you have moved Hana to the Master class? Very good! She is a capable young woman, and encouraging her will only provide better results. I will pass on both her and Brigitte's message to Fareeha, since our cellular signals are generally terrible, and even now, I write this with shoddy internet available to me at best. It's inconvenient, but liberating at the same time, I'll admit. However, you can be sure to let them know that Fareeha misses them both profusely, and we are hoping to visit within the month or next. That would be nice, wouldn't it? I could never understand why Hana was acting so awkward around me for some time after setting up our new base. I would be curious in learning her answer if I were to ask her directly. But excuse me. I'm getting off topic, aren't I?

Also, Ms. Satya Vaswani has joined our cause at last? That should prove beneficial! She is a talented young lady, but I encourage you to handle her gently, for she struggles, at times, with certain social situations. Please keep me informed as to her contributions. Her hard-light technology was ever so mysterious!

Finally, it would appear Reaper, that is, Gabriel, is still at large. Admit your relief, Jack. Heheh! I'm only partially jesting. But I continue to encourage you with your therapy regarding that particular relation. That's all I shall say on the matter.

With that, I don't believe there is more to relay for the time being. All things considered, Fareeha and I are doing well, as I said. Give my best to the rest of our Overwatch group, and know that I miss you and the rest more than I care to openly confess.

Take care of yourself, Jack.

Sincerely, Angela Ziegler.

P.S. Oh! That reminds me. I forgot to ask, and I haven't made an official announcement yet, but what do you prefer? Angela Ziegler-Amari? Or Angela Amari-Ziegler?

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