Angela showed Lucio around her office, nervous about leaving. "Und that's where the staunching methods are. Do you remember it all?" Lucio laughed.

"I got it, Angela. Don't worry so much."

"I SWEAR I'M GOING TO STRANGLE THAT PUNK!" Angela winced at Jack's shout of rage.

"I don't worry enough. I'll go check on that." Angela sighed, walking towards Jack's office. She found Jack pacing the hallway just outside his office, rage pouring off of him. "Jack, what happened? I heard you shout from my office."

"Locarno is going to make me kill him." Jack hissed, still pacing.

"What did he do?"

"He keeps trying to skip training!" Angela frowned.

"Wasn't he the one who suggested joining?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, calm down, Jack. You have high blood pressure already." Angela reprimanded. "Let me talk to him. He probably has a reason for it." Angela began to walk away, then paused. "Where is Locarno?"

"I have no idea. I lost track of him after the 2nd day of him skipping class." Angela nodded. *Then I'll find McCree first: he should have an idea where he is.* She walked into the cafeteria to find McCree eating lunch. *Grits and biscuits…*

"McCree, I told you to watch your carbohydrates!" He nearly choked on the food.

"Doc! *COUGH*. You almost plum gave me a heart attack…"

"Your cholesterol will do that without me. I said you have diabetes: you can't take it lightly."

"They are vegetable biscuits…" He offered. Angela's eyes narrowed. "Alright then: it don't count. What can I do for you?" He stood up, stretching.

"Do you have an idea of where Locarno is?"

"Oh, yeah. He hangs out in the file room." Angela frowned.

"He needs a passcode to get in there." McCree rubbed his head nervously.

"Well, they are technically members…"

"McCree, you can't share your passcode with everyone…" Angela sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Sorry, doc. He's either in the file room, or the training room with Mortica and Arach, though."

"Danke."

"No problem." He went to take another bite of his food when Angela wiped it from him. "Aw, come on!"

"Get a yogurt, McCree." She ordered, walking away. she paused slightly to throw the mess away, then headed to the file room, entering her own passcode. Locarno was leaning back in a chair, reading someone's file outloud.

"Relationships: married to Amelie Lacroix…"

"That is private information." He looked up at her statement, but didn't seem very concerned.

"Sorry, lady." Angela sat down across from him.

"You're supposed to be training."

"Ugh…" He groaned, setting the file down.

"You're the one who suggested joining. To join, you have to finish training."

"It's boring." Angela wasn't expecting that. "I do that kind of exercising all the time. It's so dull…can't I just join already?"

"The physical part is boring to you?" He nodded in affirmation. "Then why don't you help your other teammates improve instead of…leaving them alone to deal with Jack?"

"…Wait, they're not bored?"

"Nein. Mortica is struggling with the physical labor, and both Alice and Arach could improve quite a bit."

"Oh. I didn't know that." Locarno jumped up. "I should go help out then."

"I agree. Good luck."

"You too, lady!"

"…My name is Angela…" She shrugged, walking to the observation room to watch the training, turning on the microphones.

"Hola, guys!"

"So he finally shows." Arach muttered in annoyance.

"Arach…be nice…" Mortica wheezed, panting heavily.

"You want some tips for that, Mortica?" She frowned.

"…Why are you offering now?"

"That lady? The hot one who has the suit with wings?" Angela verbally sputtered at being called hot by a child. Alice looked mystified.

"Locarno, she's in her 40s." Locarno choked.

"She is?! Okay, scratch the hot, and pretend I did not say that." Mortica nodded, slightly red, as did Alice, but Arach grinned.

"I won't tell anyone, but oh, boy, are you never going to hear the end of it."

"Rats…" Angela chuckled, and headed to Jack's office. He was still pacing outside. He paused, looking at Angela.

"Well?"

"He's helping the others. He was just bored, like Gabriel got while we were training."

"Great, another Gabe…"

"I never said that." Angela stated, eyes narrowing at his tone.

"That didn't come out right."

"But it did come out the way you meant it. Gabe has different methods: that doesn't mean you want different thing or either of your ways are wrong."

"He killed hundreds, Angela."

"And so have you, and Ana, and Reinhardt, and everyone else in the war. Just because Omnics don't bleed doesn't mean they aren't living." Angela sighed. "Now, is everything going to go well while I'm gone?"

"You know Ana won't let things fall apart. Overwatch will be fine."

"I'm more concerned about my friends." Jack shifted.

"…We'll be fine, Mercy."

"Gut. I've got to go: be careful." Jack nodded in understanding, and Angela walked to Reaper's room. She hesitated, hand just above the door.

"He's not inside." Angela jumped, facing Widow in surprise. She was watching Angela calmly. "Saying goodbye?"

"…Ja, and apologizing to him again…"

"Don't. It's a sign of weakness, and if he was dead, none of you would be here." Widow began walking away.

"What does that mean?" The sniper didn't reply, and Angela sighed, walking to the launching bay. Bridgette was already there, as was Lena.

"Okay, quick run-through of the plan: I drop you off there, you stay for a month, getting intel on the base and meeting up with Pharah, then I pick you up at these coordinates. Got it?"

"Ja." Angela stated, smiling. Bridgette was practically bouncing with excitement.

"I understand."

"Good. All aboard. Next stop: Egypt!" Angela sat down across from Bridgette.

"Are you excited?"

"Definitely, but I'm trying to stay calm."

"Good. I was more nervous about my first assignment, but I can understand your excitement. Just stay close enough for me to get to you, and we'll be fine, okay?"

"Alright. I'm glad Ana suggested me. I've always wanted to go to Egypt."