Ana bit her tongue as Pharah sat across from Mortica. The interview was declared over, and she ran off, tears streaming. *Well, at least we won't have to go through an interview with her again after that display. All of the children are done. It's Gabriel and Widow's turn.* Gabriel slammed the door closed, and Ana winced: the wraith was furious.
"What the actual &#! , Pharah? You made both of them cry!" Ana shrugged: she would have responded the same way if Pharah had been made to cry.
"Sit down. I was gentle with them. I'm hooking you up to the lie detector." Ana scowled. *Polygraphs. Virtually useless other than a deterrent from lying.* Pharah hooked it up, having some difficulty as Reaper refused to remove any of his clothing. "I know you're a Talon agent."
"Was. I not anymore." Pharah clearly didn't believe him, and Ana couldn't blame her. Someone had to know something: how else had the information been leaked?
"How long did you work for Talon?"
"9 years and 3 months, 6 months after the explosion." Ana frowned at the oddly specific time stamp.
"Did you know you were working with Sombra?"
"Yes, but I didn't know just how guilty she was." His low growl was obvious: Ana instantly believed he wasn't the spy. She forced herself to distrust him: someone could easily fake a growl.
"Why did you supposedly quit?"
"I found out what she had done. I overheard a conversation I shouldn't have and quit." He seemed to be getting either calmer or angrier: Ana really couldn't tell with the mask on.
"How are you alive? When someone really quits a terrorist group, they get killed."
"1, it's hard to kill someone who's half dead already. 2, it's hard to kill a person who is blowing up your base. 3, it's impossible to kill someone when they kill you first." *Fair enough.*
"How many people have you killed?" Ana and Reaper both paused. *That wasn't part of the interview. Why would she-no, Pharah, don't do that to yourself.* Reaper faced the one-way glass and said,
"If Arach and Mortica are in there, get them out. I don't want them to hear it." *Odd that was his only objection.…* He turned back and answered, "375,418 including the deaths I had a part in but not full responsibility. Personally, 5,642." Ana quietly choked. *That's…that's…how could he have…* Pharah's eyes widened, but she remained in control. Reaper's voice had become unreadable for the experienced spy, and she was too busy trying get her emotions back under wraps to try and read it.
"Where are the Talon bases?"
"You have a map?" Pharah gave him an atlas. Reaper began circling bases. "This works. One here in Wisconsin. One here in Guantanamo. One somewhere in Northern Ireland. One here in Siberian Russia. One somewhere in China. One somewhere in Korea. One here in Australia and one here in South Africa. There are others, but I haven't heard about or been to them." Ana blinked slowly, calm once again as he circled generic locations of bases.
"Are you hiding anything from this interrogation?" Pharah said flatly.
"Other than the fact I really want to rip your head off for scaring Arach and Mortica, no."
"Commander Morrison will talk to you about any plan to attack. Based on what you just told me, you want first dibs on Sombra. Tell Widowmaker." Gabriel had an audible smile as he said,
You assume correctly." He walked out, and Pharah's head turned to face the glass. Ana could hear her daughter's heart breaking at the knowledge of all the blood on her favorite babysitter's hands. *Stay strong, my Fareeha…The battle has yet to begin.* Widow came in, face neutral. Ana was remined by the way she calmly strode in of when she first interrogated the skillful sniper herself. She pushed the memory back. Pharah said stiffly,
"Take a seat. I'm rigging up the lie detector for you as you are a Talon agent."
"Use the right verb tense, little girl." She stated calmly. Pharah didn't correct herself.
"How long did you work for Talon?"
"11 years or so." She said casually. Ana noted the calm nature of the sniper. She was almost too calm for this not to be rehearsed, but Ana had experienced the sniper's misdirection before, and didn't buy anything she said.
"Did you know you were working for Sombra?"
"Non, I didn't. I found out about 5 months ago." The polygraph didn't go off, but Ana tapped on the glass: she knew such a talented woman wouldn't have not known that fact.
"You're lying."
"It may have been a year or so. I didn't question where my orders came from." Ana still felt as though Widow was lying, and she knew Pharah felt the same, but she didn't press.
"Why did you supposedly quit?"
"I was tired of being the bad guy." Ana frowned at the oddly phrased answer. *Widow has never claimed to be the bad guy before. What is going on with this?*
"How are you alive?" Widowmaker shrugged.
"I sniped everyone before leaving the compound." Ana could believe that: she was skilled enough to do that, after all.
"How many people have you killed?"
"I don't know or care. Around a hundred thousand, I think. It doesn't matter, though." Ana felt a twinge of guilt. She had trained a sniper, who had used her talent to kill innocents and peace advocates. It was partially her fault. She stopped herself. *Amelie chose this path, not me. I may have given her the tools: she chose to use them cruelly.*
"Where are the Talon bases?" Widowmaker smirked.
"I never asked or questioned orders, as long as I got to feel alive once again."
"Do you know where a Talon base is?" Widow's smirk seemed to become even more noticeable. Ana swallowed the urge to go inside and deck the woman herself.
"Not at the moment. I might remember later. After all, my memory isn't very good."
"Very well. Have you withheld any information?"
"Of course I have, but only the things you don't need to know about." Pharah scowled.
"Both you and Reaper will be questioned again, Widow."
"I look forward to it."