Angela was straightening her office when Alice wandered inside. "Guten Tag, Alice."

"Hello. I remember you, but I can't place you…" Alice started.

"We met at Jack's funeral. I took care of you whenever I had time. It's not surprising you don't remember me: you were only 3 when Patricia moved without telling me." Angela explained.

"Everyone seemed surprised Dad had a kid…"

"He didn't tell many people to protect you."

"So people keep telling me." She said resentfully. Angela paused.

"…You're upset he didn't tell you."

"Yes! He's my dad. He should have told me." She looked down, hurt written everywhere.

"He didn't tell anyone he was alive. Ana was the only one who knew, and that's because she knows everything." Alice sighed, sitting down on a chair, wrapping her arms around her legs.

"…I wish he had."

"So do I." Angela sighed, then smiled. "Could I help with something?"

"Unless you can get him to talk to me without making references to 'old times', no." Alice joked. "We still have a good relationship, it just hurts that he didn't trust me enough to tell me." Angela rapidly shook her head.

"That's not why he didn't tell you. He was trying to take down Talon singlehandedly, Reaper singlehandedly. He was going to be gone a very long time, and he might not have come back. He didn't want you or Patricia to worry, so he didn't tell you." Alice nodded in understanding.

"The same reason Mom said he didn't tell any stories about future missions. That makes sense, but that doesn't change the fact it hurts."

"Nothing will except talking to Jack." Alice sighed, leaning back on her seat. She looked at the doctor.

"Could you tell me about the war?" Angela winced, almost getting a papercut as she continued organizing her files.

"…It's not a nice subject."

"Please? Mom won't-wouldn't-talk about it at all, and whenever I ask Dad about it now, he talks about attack strategies, which are interesting, but not what I'm asking about." Angela sighed, putting the papers away for now and sitting down.

"I'll tell you about the formation of Overwatch, alright?" Alice nodded. "I was about 3 months old when the war first started. I don't know how it began. All I do know is it was awful. As soon as I was able to read, I was gathering up as much medical knowledge I could. I wanted to help in any way I could. I was 7 when I first began fighting against them by healing others. I was gifted, as many told me, and I was sent to learn medicine and scientific studies when I was 10. I graduated with a standard medical degree-" Angela gestured to a wall covered with 7 medical degrees. "-and went back to the war front better equipped when I was 13. I stayed there a year, doing things I regret and things I don't, when I was approached by a woman and a knight."

"Reinhardt?" Alice asked.

"Ja. How did you know?"

"He visited my mom a few times over the years." Alice explained.

"Well, they told me about an organization that would not just fight the Omnics, but defeat them. That's when I first met Jack. He was…21, recruited when he graduated college. I heard a lot about him being the star football player there over the years. He still wears the jacket, too." Angela chuckled at the memory, and Alice chuckled at her father talking to other people about football in the middle of a war zone. "We had almost everyone we needed to make the strikes."

"Almost? I count 4 people. The holo-vids mention 4 starting members." Angela frowned.

"Then they are cutting out 2 of them. I was the healer, Ana was the sniper."

"There was a sniper?"

"Ah. They wouldn't have mentioned Ana in the Holo-vids. Her mission was to stay in one spot undetected for almost 2 months."

"Woah…" Alice gasped in amazement.

"Ja. Reinhardt was the…metaphorical tank. He protected us when we were stalled, and helped us push forward. He would keep our morale up as well with his stories of dragons and knights, and keep us up at night with his horror stories at Halloween." Angela smiled warmly at the kind memory. "Jack was the strike commander. He told people their jobs, made the hard decisions when needed. He doesn't like talking about the war because he had to make the calls that led people to their death."

"Oh…" Alice looked down.

"It's okay. Jack has said he wouldn't change anything he did. Then there was Torbjorn. He was the mechanic: building and repairing our weaponry, getting our supplies. He's a grouch, but a good friend. The final person was named Gabriel Reyes."

"I've heard that name…He was the leader of Blackwatch! He died in the explosion, right?" Alice asked.

"…Not exactly." Angela stated nervously. "I'll explain later. He was the last person we found. Jack took an immediate dislike to him."

"Why?"

"Jack knows the law, and shame to all who break it. Even as a vigilante, he tried to respect the law of the country he was in. Gabriel was the person to ignore the law based on his needs. He already had a record when he joined, and he was 18. Eventually they came to be good friends, but Jack never understood why Gabriel had to break the law so often. It eventually led to them falling out again. But while Jack oversaw the execution of the mission, Gabriel would see to it that the mission was done while keeping as many people safe as he could."

"So he oversaw the safety of the soldiers?" Alice questioned.

"Not exactly. They had the same goal: take out the Omniums. Jack focused on the big picture: what they had to do to finish the job, what the people had to be ready to do. Jack was the person to pour over the plan for days, plotting every course as information filtered in, then strike. Gabriel was the person who burned the plan after reading it once, gather intel for a few days, then strike. Both methods work, but because of Gabriel's tendency to ignore politicians, Jack got the credit. I don't think that would ever went away." Alice stood.

"Thanks for explaining. Maybe later you'll tell me about Mr. Reyes."

"We'll see." Angela smiled.