Angela barely managed to get Pharah out of harm's way, a bullet grazing Pharah's arm as they headed for cover. It had been 6 days now: in 20 hours, they would be picked up, and this nightmare would be over. They had been shot at, cut off from all communication, and they weren't even certain it was Lena Pharah talked with. Angela felt like she was back in the war again. Luckily, Bridgette wasn't as inexperienced as she expected: in fact, she was keeping up with Pharah and Mercy with few problems. Her constant questions did seem to get on Pharah's nerves, though, so she tended to ask Angela the questions instead. They got away from the sniper quickly, Pharah directing them behind a small hill to cover. As they changed camp locations to a valley behind a taller hill for the 30th time and Angela began fixing Pharah's newly shot arm, Bridgette asked,

"What was the war like?" Angela paused, glancing at Bridgette in confusion.

"Sit still: this will burn slightly." Pharah winced as the salve touched her small wound, but she didn't move. "Good. I'm going to bandage it, and it should be fine in at most 2 weeks."

"Understood."

"And Bridgette, you know what the war was like: I know Torbjorn wouldn't have left you in the dark about it, and I know for a fact Reinhardt told you several stories about the Crisis."

"No, I mean…Reaper mentioned some things that I'm confused about." Angela tightened, but continued patching up Pharah's arm. Pharah noticed her discomfort.

"Like what?"

"He said something about a hospital fire…and a lot of damage."

"He should keep out of things that aren't his business!" Angela's composure slipped, and in her anger, she completely cut off blood-flow to Pharah's arm with the bandages.

"Angela, that's too tight." Pharah stated calmly, shifting to relieve some of the pressure.

"ACH! Sorry, Pharah." Angela loosened it slightly.

"S-sorry, Dr. Zeigler. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject."

"…It was war, Bridgette. You've been in battle, or at least seen Reinhardt in combat before, correct?"

"Yeah."

"War is like a battle that has been stretched for months and years. Your morals are questioned, and you are pushed farther than ever before. I slipped." Angela wiped tears away. "I did things I greatly regret, but I don't know if I would change my actions. I did what I had to do for my country. It's the reason I joined Overwatch: I didn't want someone else to have to make those choices."

"…I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories."

"No worries, Bridgette. Pharah, what did you find?" Angela asked, changing the subject.

"Not much. No locations of other bases, no suppliers. Whoever this Sombra is, she is clever. I did find this." Pharah lifted up a catalog. "It lists a few people that I believe are prisoners, and it lists your family, Bridgette. It's dated less than 2 weeks ago." Bridgette grabbed the catalog.

"…Julia's missing!"

"When did you last talk to her?"

"Just before we left…That means she's still alright!"

"Yes, but it means you have to stop contacting her. It puts her at risk." Pharah explained. Bridgette took a deep breath, then nodded.

"I understand." Angela sighed, almost yawning.

"Try to get some sleep-"

"I take first watch tonight. I can see you are tired, Dr. Zeigler." Pharah interrupted. Angela nodded in understanding.

"Good night." Angela laid down and was immersed in the war again. She groaned quietly, shifting around. She didn't sleep well, waking up several times. Bridgette woke her up to Angela's surprise.

"Pharah said I should take second watch so you could sleep."

"Oh…Danke." She sat up, watching over the camp in silence, rubbing her arms to keep warm. The night passed calmly, and all 3 were heading out to the extraction point before the sun had risen.

"So we're heading back now?"

"If the communication went through, yes." Pharah stated. "How is mom?"

"A little more tired, slightly slower, and much more persuasive than before." Angela chuckled.

"Isn't she like 70 now?" Bridgette asked.

"96." Pharah answered quickly, then she raised her finger to her mouth, looking around. Angela heard it next: a low rumbling sound of a plane. They ducked under the cover of a short hill, Pharah's eyes narrowing. "…clear. It's the Overwatch plane." The cargo doors opened, and all three boarded as soon as it landed. It took off as soon as they were inside.

"Hello, luvs! Glad to see you all in one piece!" Pharah paused.

"Is that you, Tracer? You sound different." The Egyptian walked up to the cockpit, and Angela sighed in relief. With only a single graze, she thought they handled it well. Bridgette yawned.

"I don't think I've been that stressed…ever!"

"You'll get adjusted to that feeling. It never really goes away." Angela sighed, yawning herself. *I wonder if they managed to find Genji? I hope he is alright after so long…* She rubbed her eyes, and buckled in. Looking over at Bridgette, she chuckled to see the young woman unconscious. *It drains you quickly, war. I hope it doesn't last as long as the Crisis, and it doesn't even come close to the body count.* Angela paused, thinking back. *We have Doomfist taken care of, a list of prisoners that Gabriel should help us identify, and Pharah back with us. Things seem to be looking up for once.* She frowned as her thoughts went back to Genji. *I hope Talon didn't get to him. I don't know if he could have handled it when he left. His letters imply he's safe, but he hasn't written in almost 2 years…don't worry about that, Angela! He can handle himself, and you have enough people to care for. He wouldn't want you worrying, anyways.* Angela took a deep breath. *Lesson 1: the only thing that matters in war is getting your team to survive it. Lesson 2, never sell out your team. Lesson 3, don't forget what others have sacrificed for you…*