"I like the kid but he's a bit naive, si?" Sombra said. "I mean he actually thinks Vishkar's security is mostly guards. I understand everyone else believing that, but I'm sure Overwatch agents are smarter."

"He's an incompetent," Widowmaker continued. "Allowing himself to be subjected to tests by strangers? Staying alone with no back-up?" She shook her head. "Useless."

"He's…" Reaper paused, obviously searching for the right words. "Odd. He doesn't seem to know about his abilities, and even after we burned him he's not questioning himself. That doesn't add up."

Doomfist, who had been looking down and clasping his hands together, finally looked up at his colleagues. The four of them had, per his request, been summoned to discuss "business" with their leader. After all, he had just been freed from jail and Talon wasn't exactly...up to his standards. Talon aside, Reaper, Widowmaker and Sombra were his personal squad. His killers.

The four sat in a dark room around a large table, with Widowmaker and Sombra on one side, Reaper across from them, and Doomfist at the head of the table. They had spent the past two hours discussing their missions, with a little too much time going on about Sombra's failure with Volskaya. Finally, their attention turned to a rising worry among themselves and Talon's other ranks.

The return of Overwatch.

Obviously the agency hadn't truly returned, it could be considered a band of hopeless vigilantes at best. But after a miraculous success at Russia, followed by Talon's failure to murder Volskaya, and the recruiting of more influential and powerful people it had become obvious that Overwatch was a problem that needed solving. Again.

"He is untrained. Overwatch may not even realize how special he will become," Doomfist declared, carefully watching his subordinates. "He is strong but unrefined. Potential brews within him."

"And why do we care?" Widowmaker asked, perhaps with disgust.

"He has survived us. He has killed our soldiers without training. It is partly his fault that Russia is now free from war," Doomfist replied, with obvious respect. He smiled and looked around the room. "He learned that Vishkar is working with us."

"Impossible," Reaper cut in, his fists clenching. "We've had Vishkar secure for years. How could he have figured it out?"

"I mean, we did run that little test…" Sombra murmured, her feet now propped on the table as she manipulated a holo-video. "Which, by the way, was super cool."

With a flick of her wrist the holo-vid expanded over the table, giving everyone in the room a clear view of the image. In it was the boy, his weapon and armor ready as he stood in one of Vishkar's training rooms. Like any other video, he went through a series of tests. One by one he completed them all. Then came Sombra's voice over the intercom and the fire.

"He survived the fire somehow, even if it burned every part of him and melted his armor into his body," Sombra explained. "And then, here's the interesting part, he heals in one full minute. Done. Everything's gone."

"That...reminds me of someone," Reaper murmured, one claw tapping his mask pensively. "But she couldn't heal nearly as well as he can."

"It is unexpected," Doomfist agreed, his smile growing. "Which is why I have brought an expert on the matter, someone new to work closely with us now that I have re-taken my position as the true leader of Talon."

"Merde," Widowmaker spat, her face souring.

"What is the issue, Widowmaker?" A new voice said from the now open doorway. It had a proper form to it, as if the speaker were either born higher class or simple a grand intelectual. Perhaps both. It also had an Irish accent.

"I'm sure you all remember Moira O'Deorain quite well," Doomfist announced, nodding at her. "She is the reason for two of you to exist, after all."

Reaper nodded at her respectfully, but said nothing, and Widowmaker scoffed. Sombra, on the other hand, seemed excited.

"I've found- I mean read a lot about you!" She claimed, finally sitting upright in her chair. "You would've been sooo helpful when creating my implants. I actually used some of your classified research from back in the day-"

"While I am flattered by your fanaticism," Moira interrupted, calmly striding into another free seat on the table, "and would love to see what you managed to concoct to give you such technological power on a genetical level, we have other business to attend to."

"Let me guess, it's your fault this boy is turning up to be a problem?" Reaper asked, suddenly more interested.

"I've only seen the boy once, before he was even born," Moira explained. "You could say he has an inherited power. This is something...unexpected."

"And we will use this to our advantage, it is time we properly dealt with Overwatch," Doomfist announced, standing up from his position at the head of the table. "We will show them they are not safe, those who do not die will flee in terror and regret, the world will not see them rise again. War, battle, and evolution shall go on."

/

Symmetra's POV

It had been three days since the event occured and nothing much had happened. Satya had talked to her superiors, talked to the guards, the scientists, even the business people eager to learn more about the boy who had survived such serious wounds and then disappeared. She couldn't discover any single bit of useful information. It all pointed out that he had truly been spying on Vishkar, stealing information from them. Except, there was no device to steal the information with. And his wounds had been very real. Would anyone go through so much pain simply to gain such classified files?

There had to be something she was overlooking, something that she could not see with her eyes alone. For the fourth time that day, Satya decided to head for the training rooms to investigate again. She was certain the key lay with whoever had activated the fire.

Unfortunately, she never made it to the training area. Her boss, the American man who had met with Mr. Soto via holo-vid, was standing in the main plaza. At least a dozen security guards surrounded him and the traffic through this area was dulled down to essential personnel only. Had he scheduled a visit? Satya hadn't heard of this. He was an incredibly important man, the most important man as head of Vishkar, and his arrival was not only unexpected but unprepared for. Helicopters should be surrounding the area, security should be on the rooftops-

"Miss Vaswani! Please, come here," He called.

"Sir, you should not be outside without proper security," She answered as she approached. But something was wrong. She could feel it, somehow, in her stomach. It was wrong.

"No need to make a fuss and broadcast where I am, Satya," He replied, looking up at the open sky. "I have a favor to ask of you. Classified. Your ears only."

The guards, closely guarding their leader, suddenly walked out of hearing distance. Taking another look around made it obvious that all personnel had disappeared. It was just them, alone.

"Sir, what is going on?" She questioned, suddenly very aware of the fact that she was surrounded by armed men. Why did she feel unsafe? What was her body telling her? Why the fear?

"It is about the boy," He answered, taking a step closer. He began whispering. "The tests...were our doing."

"What?!" She nearly yelled, taking a step back. No one flinched. "You did that? You burn-"

"Quiet!" He interrupted, annoyed. "We're alone but I do not want you broadcasting this. It is especially important. You see...we were told to contact and recruit him. What I heard about his abilities was impossible."

"You knew he could heal in such a way, you also knew he would come from Overwatch," Satya declared, eyes wide. He simply nodded.

"I see he has made the offer...no matter. I could not believe he had such power, a young boy from such an ordinary town and walk of life. I'm still not sure how he does it."

"Why are you telling me this now?" She demanded, fists clenched. "You hid all this from me, knowing I would disapprove, why tell me now?"

"Because he is the next step in our evolution," He whispered, a smile growing on his face. "Our employers want this boy for his power but we can use him. They are coming today to collect and we cannot fail them."

"What are you planning to do? You speak of pleasing these employers, yet you want the boy for our...evolution."

He just stared at her. Waiting for the gears to turn in her head, almost like a father to his child, waiting for her to realize something obvious. Suddenly, it clicked.

"It's impossible," She whispered, her expression anxious. "I-I could never perfect it, the clones die-"

"We don't need perfection!" He cheered, his own voice raising in excitement. "Give them one of your faulty clones, who cares if it dies? We need this boy, understand? It is for Vishkar, it is for our future, Satya."

"If he doesn't agree to work with us, then what?" She whispered, unable to meet the American's eyes.

"Then we work with him anyways. He cannot stop us. You can control him."

She looked up and saw it, finally. The man who had recruited her, found her at such a young age, had her trained and taught and housed and fed was, and probably had been, power hungry. Had he merely used her all these years too? Were all those sacrifices, like the children in Brazil, for greed and power?

She had to stop this.

"Why him?" She asked quietly, submissively. She needed him to believe she would follow but, for the first time in her life, without any doubt whatsoever, Satya knew what she had to do. She had made her own decision.

"His powers can be, through testing and practice, modified, enhanced, and reproduced. His town was not attacked by no reason but those fools in Talon didn't realise he existed. They had the wrong target."

"Sir, they're half an hour out," A guard informed the two as he approached.

"Can I count on you, Satya? Will you insure a harmonious world for everyone? Can you do it?"

"Yes," She lied.