Sierra Leone.10 miles Southwest of Makeni.

Jack had been flitting through the goldmine of intel they had uncovered when he heard the familiar click of a pair of 12-gauge automatics. One at the base of his skull, the other behind the left side of his back, in line with his heart.

"When the fuck did you plan on telling me, huh?!"

Gabriel was incensed. The file lay at his feet: turns out NEOverwatch wasn't so well-hidden after all. He'd skim-read the dossier, becoming more unsettled as he went. Everything he'd been a part of was coming back, without him. He'd felt betrayed enough in the beginning, when Jack was earmarked to lead instead of him. Now this.

Jack stood and turned slowly, rifle still gripped in his right hand.

"What?"

Gabriel's aim remained unwavering as Jack turned to face him, staring him dead in the eye.

"I tried. You were too busy tying up loose ends, remember?"

Gabriel flinched slightly. The fact that Jack already knew what he had been up to in the years since Switzerland was somewhat disconcerting. By now, the argument had attracted Doomfist's attention. He brought his left fist up, figuring that at this range a twin laser bolt would be more effective than a micro-earthquake.

"So, we're being crossed once again, are we?" Akande was somewhat more composed than Gabriel, yet no less aggravated. A red dot appeared on his chest, as the staccato of boots on the concrete approached.

Gabriel's response to the Egyptian revealing herself was somewhat less than polite. "Why the fuck doesn't anyone stay dead any more?!" Despute the harshness of the insult, Ana brought a wry smile. Gabriel's focus returned to Jack. His fingers tightened on the triggers. Jack knew fine well how dangerous this was: Gabriel was unhinged- virtually everyone knew that- and had a pair of weapons that, at twice his current distance, could make pureè from an E-54.

"When the fuck were you going to tell me, huh?!"

"Easy, easy. Put the fucking weapon down."

"Why should I? You fucking back-stabbed me once, and now you're at it again!"

Jack didn't have a chance to respond as what seemed to be a flashbang went off woth a deafening crack. The four fell to the ground as the ringing in their ears subsided. Jack cursed under his breath: he knew getting into this argument would cause trouble for everyone. As their sight returned, something odd befell their eyes.

"Ow. Not... doing that... again." The figure stood up, surrounded by scorch marks. A few moments later, the familiar purple of Sombra flashed into existence next to him.

"Amgia, how many secrets do you wanna keep?"

He smiled at her. "A...few."

Sombra helped him to his feet as he dragged the slightly crisped corpse across the floor.

"He ain't double-crossed you. Not as bad as you thought, Gabe."

She took hold of the arm with the patch exposed and waved it at him.

"We have been backstabbed. Not by him, or him, or her," gesturing at the three former Overwatch agents in their company, "but by the assholes who claimed they were taking us under their wing."

Gabriel stared at the patch on the arm for what felt like an hour before letting out an agonised howl at being deceived, and blasting the arm into oblivion. He turned to mist and disppaeared into one of the buildings.

Jack holstered his weapon. "I'll go. Give me five minutes." He turned and walked in through the opening that Gabriel had just vanished through.

As he entered the darkened shell of the building, he found Gabriel stood in the center. Holding a pulse grenade.

"Don't bother coming any closer. You know I'll blow this fucking thing."

Jack ignored him, moving closer. Gabriel's finger tightened on the pin.

"Why bother blowing yourself up?"

"Why not? Everywhere I go, some fucker's betraying me. You, Talon. Why should I bother any more?" Jack had closed the distance, now stood a foot from Gabriel. He clasped his hands over Gabriel's over the grenade.

"Because we need you. I need you. They need you. Besides," he went on, leaning in closer, "you're the most deranged, fucked up and psychotic bastard I know. And the best way to fight these guys is fire-with-fire."

Gabriel chuckled, before throwing the grenade over his shoulder.

"Though so. How did you know the grenade was a dud?"

Jack was dumbfounded. "It was a dud?"

The pair headed outside, arm over one another's shoulder, resolute in their aim: finish the job, kill the bastards and get their team-mates back.

"If it makes you feel any better, I ain't leading the new organisation. Winston is."

"Fucking seriously?"

"Yup. He's the only one who can issue the recall, remember?"

"Aha! Gotcha!" Sombra was elated as she found what she was looking for. "Seems our friends are aboard a ship. MV Istanbul."

"I know the one: Talon proxy-ship. Where is it?"

Sombra smirked. "International waters. Perfect."

"How are we getting there? We've got no..." Jack tailed off as the hum of repulsor engines dominated the ambience. A dropship settled mext to them as the rear ramp swung open. A somewhat woozy and green-pallored Texan staggered down the ramp.

"I feel like hell. Anyone got a bucket? I gotta throw."

"That's my question answered. Let's load up, liftoff in five."

McCree's face paled further as he retched slightly. "Aw hell no..."

AUTHOR ENDNOTE

I know the last few chapters have been pretty short. They felt right at the time to leave them in that state. I also know Omega took precedence in the last two chapters, from here he'll be taking less of a central role. I hope you like the way this works out at the moment.

B.