A few weeks have passed since Noah's decision to become an Overwatch Agent. And it was rather difficult to adjust. Tracer has been his guide for most of his time, but he always hanged around Mercy as he usually came to visit Burr. Everyone else met him through training, team exercises, and mostly through the bar Winston had built for some of the agents. Gilbritar was still a work in progress. Before it was Winston's personal lab with blueprints, inventions, and peanut butter jars all over the place. And before Noah came it was mostly cleaned up for the gathering of Overwatch agents that agreed to come.

'That Petras Act is going to go crazy when Overwatch really begins getting things going.' Noah thought as he downed another drink. He never really cared for Overwatch as much as before. The jobs he had were dangerous, but during Overwatch's reign it was extremely risky to be in that type of business. And before his three years of retirement, Noah did exceptionally well with client's expectations since Overwatch disbanded.

He chuckled at the thought. The nightmare of the criminal underground was coming back and he was on their side of things.

'Temporarily of course.' Noah thought to himself. Burr was the only reason he's staying at all. He was one of the few friends from his past he can truly rely on and before everything went to hell, Noah was extremely giddy to see Burr after his retirement. The two cared for each other very much and respected each other's wishes.

'Though Burr technically broke mine.' Speaking of which, if Noah was ever going to be part of this organization he might as well mingle with a couple people. Not now since most are away on a mission and he's been dealt the task off...training. Obviously his first friend was Tracer, the bubbly Brit that saved his life. And he doesn't mean to sound like a pig, but the fact that she was a fine woman in league with that assassin that almost killed him was a nice bonus.

Noah took off his glasses for a second to rub his eyelids. He could feel the alcohol slowly messing with his senses. And the last thing he needs is a hangover. Curiously he opens one eye and faces the light for the first time without his glasses. And like the first time with Mercy, the eye felt like it was one fire. Noah shut his eye, grabbed his glasses, and walked out.

On his way to find somewhere to sleep, sounds of battle could be heard. Someone was still here. Noah sighed at his decision to check it out and took a peek into the training room. And not to his surprise it was Genji. The cybernetic ninja was dodging bullets whenever he was deflecting them.

'That's...so unfair.' Noah laughed at the small pang of jealousy at the ninja's skill. He knew how to fight, but this was ridiculous. Meanwhile the simulation came to an end and Genji landed on his feet.

"Thank you for watching, did my performance exceed your expectations." Genji said to Noah even as his back was turned. Noah was surprised, but put that behind him. "Oh they did. I like what you've done with the, uh, the robots and how…" Noah mimicked a sword swing and looked at Genji.

"Well that is how I plan to attack our enemies. I assume you have a plan."

"It's either going to be my fist or a bullet. I can't use a sword like you can."

"Would you like to try, Noah?"

Noah looked at him and wondered if he was for real. "No, -san or -kun?"

"I do not give honorifics unless we are speaking in my native language. But back to my point, would you like a try?"

Noah shrugged his shoulders. "I mean it'd be nice. Whenever I was kid, I'd imagine myself swinging a sword at a dragon." If Noah could guess anything, Genji was probably smiling underneath that mask. Tracer told him a little of Genji's back story. How he ended up that way, his acceptance of his new life, and how Genji looked to help someone special in need.

"Then would you like to learn some basic exercises to start." Genji tossed a combat stick and Noah caught it.

"Sure, though I thought we'd start on advanced lessons." Genji chuckled and got into a basic stance. Noah copied and held his stick defensively. Genji stepped forward and Noah lunged. The ninja side stepped and tapped Noah at the back of his neck. "If given the chance, do not strike first."

"Ok, warm up."

"I do not need a warm up." Genji replied. Noah swung with hard force and Genji leaned back. This led the swinging man stumbling around. "Carefully plan your next attack. Even in the heat of battle, the most calm minds can analyze the perfect strategy better."

Noah huffed at that and took smaller strikes. Genji barely raised his arms as he just ducked and weaved between each strike. Growing a little frustrated, Noah tried to feign an attack and get Genji to flinch.

He did not and quickly countered with a strike to the wrist and making Noah drop his stick. "Ow!" Noah whined.

"That was nice. A useful tactic if you ever wanted to use it properly." Noah smiled as one of his eyes twitch. "Oh, really?"

Genji watched him pick up the stick and twirl it. "I'll just have to try harder."

"By all means try." Genji said as they continued their training session. And several hours past before some of the agents finally returned from either home or a mission. Noah didn't notice Tracer or Lucio, one of the last people he properly introduced himself to, walking in.

"Wow. Hey Tracer, didn't think Genji would ever find a training partner."

"Me neither." She said. "Hey, you two!" Noah and Genji stopped after Genji quickly disarmed Noah with a quick twirl. Once they stopped, Noah buckled down and was breathing heavy. The entire time, he never realized how much strain he was putting on.

"Seems someone's been having a bit of fun." Tracer smiled at Noah as he tried to respond. Genji walked off, but stopped next to Tracer.

"His potential is greater than he knows." And with that he was gone. Lucio was looking over Noah and laughed with him as Noah tried to pull off some jokes. Despite it being a 'simple' training exercise, Genji really left some welts/marks on his arms and legs.

"Ow, hey careful." Lucio rolled his eyes and just started healing Noah. Tracer blinked over and leaned against Noah. "So playing swords with Genji. Got an ulterior motive?"

Noah just rolled his eyes and thanked Lucio once the pain went away. "Do I have to have one? Anyways how was today's mission?"

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The sunset faded quickly into the night sky as Noah laid down in his new room. Despite wanting to stay and listen longer, Noah was very tired from both alcohol and training. He took off his glasses and felt relieved to feel no pain in the dark room.

Putting his head on the pillow, Noah closed his eyes and let sleep finally takeover.

Four Years Ago.

Two men were climbing up a ladder till they finally made it to the roof. Once they're on top, they take a moment to breathe in the sight of the massive building in front of them. Vishkar Corporation, a standing beacon of human engineering and advancements on self-sustaining technology.

One of them whistled at the sight of it. "This client was right to pay that much up front. It'd take a lot for us to rob this place."

His partner rolled his eyes and pulled up the duffel bag he was carrying with him. Unzipping it, he pulled out two guns with silencers on it. And other little gadgets like EMPs, software damaging chips, and a few grenades in case the situation gets...loud.

"You know you can enjoy yourself every once and awhile. It can be more than business."

"Whatever, Burr. I just wanna get in, steal what we were hired for, and get out."

"You're no fun, Bastin." Noah rolled his eyes and put his gun in his holster. Clapping his hands and rubbing them, Noah was ready. Burr cracked his neck and grabbed his supplies. "Alright let's do this."

Things become a little fuzzy. Sure they made it in, some guards were put down, but for the most part it was silent. Noah's memories of that night were suppressed though. Something seemed to wrong that day. Burr...changed, you were alone. And something extremely painful happened when you were arguing with Burr.

"We can't just hand them this!"

"It's just a job. We don't ask questions."

"Noah, this is wrong. I...I can't do this." More garbled yelling, maybe a fist flew. Still it seemed fuzzy. Things always seemed to be fuzzy especially if it's something Noah doesn't even want to remember.

Though something else was getting his attention. It was loud, furry, and...metal?

Noah opened his eyes and saw Winston looking right at him. "GAH! Jesus, Winston!"

"Good morning, Noah. I trust your day went well yesterday." Noah remembered drinking and Genji handling him like a disgruntled child. "Yeah, sure."

"Good, then perhaps it is time we talk about sending you on your first mission."

"A mission?"

"Yes Noah, a mission. I believe it's time to show your value on the battlefield." Noah laughed at Winston's declaration and pointed at his glasses. "And what about these smart guy? Doc says I can't take these off as long as my eyes burn without them. And a battle isn't really the best place to have burning eyes."

"And I have the perfect solution for that." Winston turned and pulled something out. "Doctor Ziegler has informed me of your condition weeks ago and I've been working on a more sturdy and mission appropriate pair."

Noah looked at him confused for a second before Winston tossed him a pair of blue goggles. "My finest work with the doctor's approval. They act a lot like your current glasses, but the goggles do more than just adjust the light from your perspective."

Noah took off his glasses and strapped his new goggles on. The light adjusted perfectly, but a small HUD appeared. Small information on items, people, and technology.

"I've managed to make them into a tactical visor. One that can display numerous bits of information, facial recognition, and scopes. It's something similar I was working for...an old friend, but that doesn't matter. These are new and improved with durable glass to boot, so explosions won't destroy them. In fact you'd can take a point blank gunshot and the worst that can happen is it'll crack."

Noah laughed at the idea of something like that happening and then remember those guns Reaper wields. Having one of those things pointed at his face was not the best thing he hoped happen to him. He shook off the doubt anyways and tapped the sides of his goggles. A reticle appeared and turned green when it was pointed at Winston.

"Wow, I...have a green aimbot." Winston tilted his head in confusion before realizing what he meant. He chuckled and tapped the other side of Noah's optical piece. "That my boy is something you should be using when holding a rifle. Now green is when ever it's pointed at an ally or what's designated as an ally in its files. Now if it were red, that's more likely an enemy in the files."

"Cool. Now enough with the toys, what's my job today Banana man!"

"How did you-"

"Burr. Heard him say that when you saved our butts from Widowmaker. I like to keep that going."

"Of course, anyways you'll be going on a mission with Tracer."

"Didn't Tracer just return from a mission? Why not anyone else? Not complaining, but is there anyone else available?" Winston huffed for a second and nodded no. "Let's start off with someone you know very well. Perhaps next time it will be Genji or , but this is your first mission and it's a Talon interception in the U.K."

Noah looked at him with confusion as Winston pulled out some news footage from his AI, Athena, and revealed a intercepted transmission. It showed a message sprawled out revealing a details on an important Talon weapons dealer.

"Let me guess, capture the target and investigate."

"Again we start simple." Winston replied. Noah stretched his arms and got up. "Alright let's get started."

The gorilla smiled and led the way out. 'This is gonna be simple...right?'

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"Whew, feels good to be around the ol' stomping grounds, yeah?"

"Well, this isn't my stomping grounds, but I've visited a couple times." Noah said as they were perched on a rooftop. Tracer was excited for another mission, the hyperactive Brit couldn't get enough of action and it was nice for Winston to send her out. "So how does it feel to be an Overwatch agent?"

"Can't say, I haven't got the chance to prove myself after all that slave work you call 'training'."

"We can't just have bums join us, we need people of skill and you my friend are prime Overwatch material." Tracer said bumping her fist against his arm. Noah scoffed at that. "Sure, let's get our bad guy and go home. Winston woke me up from a really good nap."

"Fine, fine, you're so impatient." The agent rolled his eyes at that remark and switched his glasses for his goggles. Tracer saw and smiled with glee. "Oh my, did someone want to contrast me?"

"Nah uh, mission goggles. Gotta scope out the area." Noah smirked right back at her. "Anyways we're looking for a Baron T. Civilson. Okay, interesting last name, sounds familiar, but that's who we're looking for in the middle of, uh, weapons auction in the Robin's Estate."

"Then let's go down there and-" Noah stopped her real quick and pulled her back. "Hold on a second there, you can't expect to find him like this."

"Like what?"

"You know the whole chest piece, and large gauntlets. Pretty sure if he saw you, Civilson would leave in an instant."

"Obviously. That's why I'm going to be support and help take out any guards that maybe a problem. You on the other hand will personally doll up and get our man up close. In fact…" She dropped a plastic bag with a tux and shoes to boot. "I'll leave ya to getting yourself dressed."

"Oh no, I wanted you to see me strip."

"Sorry luv, but I don't have the money or taste to see such a thing." Noah started sputtering his words, but Tracer stuck out her tongue and blinked away. The agent just sighed harshly and quickly took off his normal gear for the precious styling suit. He placed his gear except for his goggles, one pistol holster, and his trusty pistol.

He straightened his collar and patted himself down. Before moving on, Tracer appeared right next to him and quickly fixed his tie. "Wha-Hey!"

"Sorry, but I've worn ties before and they're not suppose to look like that. Now get that charming face in that auction and give Baron a hello from Overwatch."

"Yes ma'am." Noah replied. Tracer grabbed onto him and blinked them both to the ground below in an alleyway. A homeless man and an omnic were the only two to notice them, but said nothing.

"Before you go, take these. I won't see you for some time." It was a comm unit. Very useful long distant conversations. He placed one in his ear as Tracer did. "Alright luv, remember meet the Baron, give 'im a good ol' beating to soften up, and lead him back to me."

"I got it Tracer; I'm not some child, I think I can handle a simple walk in and out."

"If you say so, later hero!" Noah's eyes widened slightly at the tightly as Tracer zipped up the building to be on guard for any surprises. 'Hero, huh. Sounds weird going to a guy like me.'

Noah walked out of the alley and looked at the building right across from him. King's Cross was a busy place as always and extremely tense. And that wasn't from Noah's nerves, omnic/human relations were incredibly fiery. Noah glanced behind him and saw an Omnic being pushed back behind some humans and its protest falling on deaf ears. He turned back, a mission was needed. Maybe he can do something once all this is over, but not now.

"Alright, I got a bird's eye view of the place gotta admit, these suits got some rather nice guns." Tracer said.

"Really? I hope I don't get on their bad side."

"Yah won't if you don't give'em a reason too." Noah walked up to a bench next to the door and sat down. He waited for a few seconds before a couple walked up. They were dressed really fancy. They ignored Noah as they knocked on the door.

"Passcode."

"The Robin's Feathers Disguise the Talon's Claw." Noah smirked at learning that. The passcode never changed. Unknown to Tracer or any other Overwatch member, Noah worked with these men before. Baron was once his employer and the man had a sense of poetry and paranoia to biotechnology. Words from the mouth were more comforting to Baron than whatever technology could offer.

"Have a plan to get in? Cause I don't think Mr. Civilson's a front door man."

"Course I do, just watch my back." He got up, dusted his lap, and knocked on the door. The door's window opened and the beady eyes of a guard stared down at him. "What the hell brings you down here?"

"Weapons."

"And why should weapons be here?"

"The Robin's Feathers Disguise the Talon's Claw." The guard was surprised at the passcode, but shut the window and opened the door. "Come on in, sir."

After Noah took his first step in, they stopped him. A quick frisk and they felt his jacket pocket. They reached in and pulled out the pistol and goggles. The guard that let him in eyed Noah. He kept his cool however, "Dangerous to walk alone on these streets."

"Very true. Carry on and we'll hold your gun and your...special glasses." Noah watched him put it in his left back pocket. "Fair enough good sir."

The guard turned his back and didn't feel Noah swipe the goggles back without anyone knowing. The two parted ways and Noah slid his visor into his inner jacket pocket. He walked into a small private room and closed the doors. It was a snug room filled with books, tables neatly arranged top gear, and a suit of pre-war armor before the Omnics.

"Alright Tracer, I'm in. Do you copy?" Static. Confused, Noah pressed his comms and tried again. "Tracer?" More static.

"Course, that bastard would want this place to be a dead zone. Can't risk leaking any chance of being caught on machines."

'Though he can't block out how to find it.' Noah pulled out paper blueprints. Winston gave it to him along with a hologram of the place before he left for the U.K. 'Alright, communication hubs are right there. Just across the courtyard and into the second building attatched.'

Pulling out the holochip, Noah was about to activate it, but the door opened. "Excuse me, but what're you doing here?"

"Oh the courtyard, I was looking for the courtyard. The auction is taking place in the second building isn't it." Noah didn't turn around as he tried to stuff his hologram away.

The guest nodded and grabbed Noah by the shoulder. "Of course, but Mr. Bastin, it's a pleasure to see you underneath my roof once again." Noah turned to face the scarred face of his former employer, Baron Civilson. He stood at equal height with a white tux to go with the grays in his hair and to contrast the normal black one Noah wore. A thin scar went across his face and only bent to his smile.

"What the hell brings my, uh, favorite thief for hire? From what I've heard you were retired."

"That's true, but some things came up and I decided a little time to see how's time been changing." Baron laughed heartedly and pulled Noah along with him. "Oh, I've been fine, my boy. Business never slows nor increases, though I'm glad. As long as some idiot needs a gun, I'm in business."

"That's very true, Civilson. Though I've heard some rumors about some weird organization looking for your finest weapons. I hope you're still an honest business man."

"Haha, very funny Mr. Bastin. I'm as honest as long as the money's flowing. Now I'm sure you didn't come all the way to London for a 'Hello'."

"You're right. I'm not here to for small talk, I'm here for something valuable." Baron's eyes widened at that and smiled. "Any reason in particular? From what I've heard you gave up your pistols a long time ago."

"Can't a guy just talk to an old friend and see his newest collection of toys?" Baron smile dropped slightly as he took out his phone and put down his passcode. Noah's comms soon came back to life with gunshots being heard and Tracer's calls out to him.

"'Ello! Noah, get out of there! Talon found us and Baron's aware of it! Do not engage! I repeat: Do Not Engage! Do you copy?! Noah!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Noah?" He gritted his teeth as he walked forward. "How could someone like you, who fought my customers, fought alongside heroes, and apparently return with an interest in my area."

"I mean come on, I can't help it if I'm drawn to the action. I was-"

"Shut it. Overwatch never knew how deep your hands were in these murky waters. How well most people in this area know your name. And if you think you can just waltz back in here-"

"Alright look, Baron I'm sorry for all this, but it doesn't have to end in bloodshed. Just come peacefully with me back to Overwatch and tell them what you know. It'll be simple." Noah watched the smile return. Baron walked over to a window and pulled the curtain to the side. Blue lights seemed to zip up and about over the rooftops. "I'm sorry Noah, but if this how you visit an old friend with guns and an accomplice that can compromise my livelyhood, you can think again."

The doors were opened with brute force as a personal security team came in with their guns pointed at Noah. "This is where we part old friend. Kill him." He walked to the door frame and slowly closed the door.

With lightning quick reflexes, Noah pulled a book from right next to him and threw it with precision. It caught most of them off guard as Noah pulled the shield from the pre-war armor and held it in front of him. Bullets ricocheted off the shield and with the given opportunity, he dived right out of the window.

The ground met his hands and feet and Noah bolted for a quick exit through the courtyard. Everyone at the party was running around in the panic as the guards were trying to reign in order. Omnic servants were being pushed around as guards were both on the look and pushing the crowd.

"Tracer: Do you copy?" A brief moment of static. "Loud and clear! Where the hell were you?"

Noah ran through the crowd and pushed people out of the way. "I'll tell you later, listen you need to find Baron. If I know anything, he's a slippery bastard whenever he's compromised. Just find him before he disappears."

"I'd love too, but these arseholes got me pinned! And I need a little more time to recharge."

"Son of a bitch." Noah said as he ran to a guard and sucker punched the man. The guard crumpled easily and dropped his gun. "Cute gun."

Grabbing it, Noah ran to the gunfire and saw the rooftop guards pouring every last bullet into what he assumes is Tracer's cover. Taking quick aim, Noah fires a couple shots and gets their attention. Several of them aim at Noah and the agent dashes across the grounds with bullets whizzing right past him. The little Overwatch training polished up his skills as he did a few run and guns on guards. Every bullet shot, he return with sharp accuracy.

"Oi! Where'd the lass go?!" Tracer appeared above Noah, grabbed him, and blinked away on top of the first building. The two landed roughly on top of it. She laughed at excitement and Noah tried to get his breath back.

Tracer got up and spotted several black, security trucks surrounding one and driving down the roads. "Got 'em! Let's go!" She ran after them as Noah got up. "Shit, I'm going to lose them."

He looked down and saw the first guard he met try to get on his motorcycle. "Oh sorry, bud." Noah jumped off the roof and landed right on top of the guy. The guard was out like a light and with his cycle wide open for the taking.

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Tracer gave a loud, "Wheee!", as she leaped off the roof and onto one of the trucks. "Evenin' lads!" The screamed at her sudden appearance and one pulled a shotgun out. She shot his hand and made him drop it. The wind whistled in her hair as she leaped from one truck to the next. She broke windows and lead a few veering off the roads.

"Alrighty then, where's the main one?" The chase was now led off into the outskirts and poor districts of London. Here the cars were more liberal into crushing the British operative through the old, falling buildings.

"Die, you Overwatch whore!" Tracer turned around and saw one of the trucks had a mounted gun on top of it. The man opened fire and Tracer dived to the other side of the vehicle to avoid the gunfire. It hit the doors and the passengers. The driver got shot through the head and sent the truck spiralling out of control. Blinking out of the situation, Tracer found herself in the air above the gun mounted truck and fired back with her pulse guns.

When she landed, Tracer kicked the gunner unconscious and shot one of the guards trying to grab her in the knee. "Try again!" She shouted before reaching into her jacket and jamming a pulse bomb in the truck.

Bouncing off the roof of the car and once again on foot, Tracer ducked and weaved through the buildings as she continued to give chase. The bad guys couldn't tell where she was coming from and nerves were high.

"Where is that bitch?" One guy questioned. His answer to that was a clean head shot and Tracer landing on top of the roof. The driver quickly pulled out a submachine gun and open fire on the roof. Tracer rolled off the roof and was jumped to the hood of the car.

The driver was taken by surprise and by Tracer as she shot his shoulder and sent the truck careening off the road. She moved herself onto the road and caught herself for a moment. Tracer breathed in for a moment. Her chronal accelerator hummed gently for the few moments of peace given to her. However something was approaching her. She looked up to a see a single headlight going toward her. And it was Noah riding in on a stolen bike with his hand stretched out right. Reacting quickly she grabbed his hand and she took a seat right behind him.

"Jesus Tracer, I just saw what happened to those poor trucks."

"Sorry, got a little carried away, but hey nothing like a good ol' chase to get the blood moving." Noah laughed at that sentiment and started to drive faster. The few security trucks were seen by their reflectors and Tracer got ready to jump.

"Ready, crazy?"

"As I'll ever, let's do this!"

Tracer jumped off the motorcycle and onto the last few security trucks and started to dismantle them. Noah pulled out his gun and aimed carefully at Baron's truck. Taking careful aim, Noah fired a couple shots and hit the front tires. The main car went berserk and started crashing into everything it could hit, but soon it slid into a solid metal wall in one of the newest buildings. Noah hit the brakes and stopped right next to the truck.

The backdoor opened and Baron fell onto the ground. His head was bleeding from the crash and he stood shakily. Tracer landed right next to Noah as he turned slightly to see the last few trucks were nothing, but scrap metal and their men either badly injured or unconcious.

"You stupid, insolent, bastard." Baron muttered as he walked toward them. Tracer looked at Noah, but the agent was looking at his former employer with pity. "Baron, just stop and surrender that's all."

"To whose authority?! Overwatch? No, no you're just a bunch of crooks like the rest of us and would like nothing more than pretend you're actually doing something." Noah saw Tracer grow angry at those words. "You won't get anything out of me! I'm not a squealer and I won't be bullied by pretentious has beens."

Tracer stepped forward and kneed Baron in the gut. He coughed loudly and fell to the floor. "Who are you to tell us who we are! You're the last person to speak about our integrity!"

"Tracer! Stop it." Noah learned many things, but the first was that Lena Oxton lived and breathed the ideals of Overwatch. That the U.N organization stood for the best of humanity. And when someone like Baron, a highly profiled criminal, berates and compares Overwatch to such crimes; Lena will just snap.

He walked behind Baron and put him in a sleep hold. The weapons dealer struggled for a moment, but fell unconscious soon enough. Tracer called in the aircraft and the two waited for a moment. The plane arrived and the two hopped on with their new "passenger". Tracer put the ship on autopilot and it took off for Gibraltar.

And after a couple minutes conversation started.

"So how'd you enjoy your first mission, luv?"

"Honestly better than I expected. I mean I was almost a victim of a firing squad, but take what you can get." Noah responded.

"Well I'm glad it was a success."

"Same. First thing I'm gonna do is take a bath, sleep in a warm bed, and relax tomorrow." Tracer nodded at that sentiment. She was actually drained since it's been mission back to back. And this one was merely support and observation before it turned into a raging chase. "I can agree on that."

The two shared a laugh and Noah looked at his dirty suit. The tux was covered in blood, sweat, grime, and dirt from everything. Still even as his first mission as an agent, Noah felt good. The action was invigorating, reviving, something he actually missed. And it took a lot out of him.

Tracer noticed that the gentle hum of the plane's engines was slowly putting Noah in dreamland. She got up and sat next to him, the new agent fell asleep and gently fell on Tracer's lap. The Brit smiled and stretched her arms. "Better get some rest myself."

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Whew! Finally got this chapter out. Honestly this has been great to work on and I hope you guys can tell me how it's going. Constructive Criticism appreciated.