Angela wrote down the few final notes of autopsy as Noah held some of her tools. "Scalpel."

He handed her the tool and she made an incision on the brain. Angela was more than ready to find out the real cause of death. Though officially it's registered as a snapped neck, Angela took numerous samples of saliva and blood. And currently, a brain dissection was in order. Noah gave his account and how Baron screamed about his head.

"Never imagined to spend tonight here, Noah?"

"Well, it's not what I had in mind when you called me over tonight." She gave a small hum in agreement and placed the bloody scalpel on the tray. "Prongs." He hands her the tool.

"Apologies, I normally work alone, but I remembered we had an appointment tonight and I thought it'd be nice to have some extra hands." She pushed and spread the brain open. The two shared a grimace at the nasty inside.

"So, I'm just extra hands? That's cruel, doc. I thought we had something." He joked. Angela laughed at the notion and removed the prongs.

"It's getting late and I'm starving. Noah will you accompany me for dinner?"

"Sure, doc. I don't have to be anywhere today." She decided that the examination could continue on a later date. The two placed the body in preservation unit and Angela removed her surgeon mask and gloves. Noah did the same and the two washed up. Once they were done, the two walked out toward exit and to the cafeteria.

"I mean we're at least friends, right?" Noah said with a cheeky grin. The Swiss doctor returned the grin.

"You are a good friend as well as an ally, Noah. Besides it's nice to have a fresh face join our ranks. It reminds me of the old days."

"Well, I'm not so fresh faced. Overwatch isn't the first place where I put my life and liberty on the line." He wanted to say he was there only for Burr, but stopped. And while he still thought this was just to fulfill a promise, Noah found himself in small denial about his enjoyment. Back in the action with guns, adrenaline, life or death situations, etc.

His retirement was wonderful. A time where he didn't have to sleep on a makeshift bed, a gun underneath his pillow, or the possibility that he could be screwed over by his employers big time. But now, things are much different. It isn't everyday you're given orders to travel halfway across the world, by the orders of a talking gorilla from the moon, to stop an international terrorist group with a time travelling pilot, and so on. It was too wild not realize.

What he didn't realize was the doctor waving her hand in front of his face. She picked up a fork and gently prodded his shoulder. "Ah."

"Are you alright?"

"Of course not. I was standing here being poked with a fork." She laughed at his silly reaction and Noah quickly picked up his food. Angela sat with him as the two enjoyed dinner time. "So if Overwatch isn't the first place you almost died for, who else did you work for?"

"Um, how do I say this? I was a...hired hand. A client wanted something, I was the guy to get it."

"A thief for hire, I assume."

"Now, now doc, you make my professional profession sound so simple." She eyed him and his facade dropped. "Even though you are correct. I mean sure I stole things, but they had to be, um, well they just had to pay good bucks."

Silence fell over the two and Angela snickered. "Hey! My job was very dangerous."

"I'm sure it was, but your attempts to defend it ruins it." She took a sip of her drink and placed it back on the tray. "Do you have any good stories?"

"Hm."

"These past few weeks whenever we were together, I've told my experiences in Overwatch and what I've done. I want to hear what you've been done before Overwatch." Noah contemplated that. He never had anyone ask him about his previous career, give or take a few drunk friends or Burr whenever he forgot something. Not even Lena asked him about his past and given her chummy attitude to him, he wouldn't be surprised if she asked about his life.

"Oh, well, um, where should I start?"

"The beginning." Noah almost laughed at the line, but realized she was serious. The doctor's eyes piercing through him. He would've laughed at it, but laughter wasn't going to work and that was his go to defense against everything. She was watching him intently now with Noah rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"The beginning, um, eighteen years ago in the rundown slums on an island across from the States," That triggered something. An old memory playing pleasantly despite how destroyed the place was. Fondness was there where disgust/anger should be, but it wasn't there. Someone changed that a long time ago.

"At twelve years old, I took a job to help my-" The voice Athena, Winston's A.I., stopped Noah as she delivered an announcement.

"Noah Bastin and Angela Ziegler! You're needed in Winston's office for mission briefing." The doctor let annoyance flashed through her face before returning to an impassive look. Noah gave a sigh of what he considered relief and for some reason disappointment. Before delving into his past, Noah was enjoying dinner with the legendary medic.

"I guess storytime isn't happening tonight.."

"That is a shame. I had such hope to learn you better, I suppose next time would be better."

"Next time, Doc? When did I agree to this, I don't remember you asking for another night." She reflected the same cheeky smile as she simultaneously winked at him. "Well since you brought that up, would you like to accompany me sometime next week and help with the examination if I'm not finished, should you not be out on a mission?"

"Oh...Oooh." Noah would've been blushing if he didn't know it was for the future dissection.. "I mean that'd be nice. Sure, why not." The doctor flashed a warm smile and Noah shook his head at what that's doing to his mind.

"Good, because afterwards I like to hear the rest of your story that was interesting beginning."

"Not as interesting as joining a leading U.N organization at the age of seventeen. Or running a hospital at that age."

"Oh hush, I was just doing my best." The two left the conversation at that and entered Winston's office. The gorilla had his back turned to them and before they could get a word out, the doctor and the thief froze as they felt the barrel ends of pistols pressed against their backs.

"Turn around. Slowly." And they obeyed. They slowly turned and before them was...Tracer with something around her mouth. The deadpan glares given made the British agent laugh and out came a sinister version of what most considered a pleasant noise.

"Alright, enough with voice modifier Lena." Winston grumbled. The time traveler sighed and removed the piece of equipment. "Oh come on, did you even see their faces? It was hilarious."

"I'm glad you find my fear of being caught so amusing, Lena." The Brit froze as did Noah at the 'mom' tone Angela took. "Perhaps if we hear such a thing, we turn around and see an actual Talon soldier pointing a gun at us."

"W-Well, I mean, uh, Ange please understand…" Noah stopped her and placed one of his hands on Lena's hands. The agent looked confused until Noah flicked his finger against her forehead. "Ow! Wot's that for?"

"For pointing a gun at me." He said. Lena rolled her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "For that I'll just apologize for pointing it at Angie. Not you, you bully." Noah rolled his eyes at the childish behavior and Angela and Winston looked at with mild amusement.

"Anyways, thank you for joining us. We have much to discuss at the moment. Noah, you and Lena can step outside for a second, I'll talk with you after I speak with doctor."

"Sure Bannana man." Winston stared at him and Noah chuckled nervously. Lena led the way out and mumbled something about 'getting on his good side'. The door closed at the two were left alone.

Angela stretched her arms as Winston pushed up his glasses. "So, what have you discovered while examining the body? Anything of significance?"

The gorilla watched Angela try recall anything of importance. "Before the examination, I researched Baron's medical history. The only point of interest was that the man was a former smoker and had an untreatable case of lung cancer. The strange part was that it was halted about seven years ago. And any other injuries/therapy are too far and in-between to make a solid claim that this man was both clean on many areas of health."

"Mmhm."

"I've extracted blood, skin tissue, and saliva in order to pinpoint any abnormal properties in them. Two came back clean, but the blood…"

"The blood?"

"The blood was traced with an unknown poison. And a strong one at that." She took Winston's keyboard and logged into her account to pull up her files. "Here. The veins and arteries were shown to have remnants of the poison riding along the walls of it. I've traced the source to be somewhere in the brain, but I need more time for a thorough examination."

"I suppose. Anyways, I wouldn't normally draw you from your work, but this mission requires an expert medic. That normally means-"

"I'm currently needed for relief support in another war-torn country."

Winston nodded and pulled up a news clip of another Talon attack. "This attack was on Yeman. I've decided a small team will help with the survivors. However, I do not believe any Talon force remains in the area, so I'm only sending two support and one tank operative with you. This will consist of and Lucio. It would be preferable if the three of you began immediately. and Lucio will meet you there."

"Of course. I'll prepare right away. I'll see you in a couple of days." She turned to leave and Winston pulled up the next mission file. The doctor closed the door and heard some laughs and triumphant whopping. She turned the corner and saw Lena and Noah waiting patiently. In that, Lena had Noah in a headlock while the agent under said headlock was tapping. She looked at them confused at what made such an act happen.

Noah rubbed his neck and glared at Lena. "That's not fair at all. You can't just recall and headlock me when I got you pinned. That's cheating."

"Uh-uh, not cheating. Strategy."

"Strategy on cheating."

"No, it isn't!"

"Yes, it is!"

Angela watched the two argue like children and kept a chuckle from escaping. "It seems you two act like children when no one's around."

Lena rubbed the back of her head nervously and Noah gave a shy smile and rubbed his arm. The doctor must've had some influence over them as the two couldn't help, but feel Angela's gave break through them. It was difficult nonetheless.

"Anyways, Noah, you're needed in. Winston's got a mission for you."

"Alrighty! Guess you won't be sticking around here much longer. Maybe it'll be another partner one." Lena winked. Noah would be happy to have that with her. Tracer and him worked rather well together and it would be nice to save the world with the time traveler. Angela noticed the strange eye contact Lena gave Noah, but left it alone. Afterall, it was better to see what would happen rather than break it too soon.

The medical agent left and the new one entered Winston's office. "Evening Winston."

"Ah, good evening Agent Bastin. I trust that after this morning's rather unprecedented events, you're much better." The mood was slightly dampened at that, but Noah pushed it aside. It didn't mean much anyways. All he did was put someone out of his misery. Someone he knew from his past.

"Eh, I thought that burnt brunch wasn't the worst part of the day. I got a new toy out of it." He held up his grappling gun on his side. The thing was very useful and a wonderful gift from the scientist. Winston seemed to agree on that sentiment, but decided to get straight to the point.

"All day today, ever since the information...exposed by our former prisoner, Athena and I have been running through the databanks on the McCree's old gang Deadlock. This would normally involve asking McCree himself, but times have changed and we suspect so did the gang."

"So what've you found?"

Winston pulled up a holo-screen to an old dusty ghost town in the Mid-West section of the United States. "This was their last known location. A few weeks ago, the train tracks leading through the heart of the U.S was suddenly bombed. Many sources claim it was Deadlock. And with this new information of Deadlock possibly holding vastly dangerous chemical weapons, we cannot take the chance to wait. That is why I've decided to send a team to investigate."

"Oh, so I guess that involves me."

"Of course. McCree and Genji Shimada will be joining you on this mission with Jesse as team leader. He knows the gang, so it's better to stick with him."

"Right." Noah had no problem with that. It made it a whole lot easier on his mind to just listen to someone. Planning and strategizing was such a headache in his opinion. And that comes from experience.

The door opened behind Noah and the former thief turned to see Genji and McCree at the doorway. "Noah, it is good to see you."

"You too, Genji! How's the break?"

"I was visiting an old friend of mine. I had to cut the visit short since Winston called for me and McCree to meet him here."

"Yeah and well you knew where I was." McCree put in. Winston let them know of the situation and the three understood what was expected. The gorilla pushed up his glasses and handed them a piece of tech. "It's a hyperdrive I've remodified these past few weeks. This should allow us to copy and store any information you may get during your mission."

"Hey Noah, why don't you take it."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I got my pockets filled to the brim with bullets and Genji-"

"I have no pockets to store such a device. It would be better if you held onto it." Noah accepted and placed the drive safely in his pockets. "At first light, the three of you will leave to the latest sighing area. Find out about these chemical weapons and report back. Until then, you may get ready."

"Alrighty then."

"Understood."

"I gotcha Banana Man." Winston rolled his eyes as the three left.

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A few hours later, Noah loaded his weapons and placed on the light body armor over his chest. It was better to have some form of speed than a hulking tank. No offense to tanks, but he always preferred speed and agility over defense. It was a good way for him to remember he wasn't invincible.

Putting a thin-long sleeve blue shirt over it, he rolled up the sleeves and placed some kevlar arm guards on. He wasn't use to prepping up, but his caution over the Deadlock gang was much needed.

The decline was there, but if there's anything Noah's learning is that things can come back even stronger if the need arises and if they could kill in such a sickening way, Noah was not going to take that chance. It's better to be prepared.

Placing his glasses safely on his bed stand, Noah put on his goggles and walked out of his room,

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Genji was waiting just outside of Noah's room and the cybernetic ninja startled the agent. "Genji! Whoa, Jesus, you surprised me."

"How have you been doing these past two weeks after I left?" Genji asked politely. "Oh fine, fine. Just recovered from a small heart attack from you being here, but overall I'm fine. You know training gets a little boring without a good partner."

"Oh? Did you get tired of Kendo?" Before leaving to visit a former colleague, Genji decided to teach Noah some forms of Kendo. It was nice for Noah to learn some new ways of fighting. Though he would never expect it, Genji always wanted to know what it was like to teach someone directly through his actions. Turns out he found the perfect candidate for it.

"What? No, no! I just haven't had a good partner these past two weeks. I mean, I really got some practice in, but it's not quite the same."

"I assume that means you've waited patiently."

"Mmmhm."

"Or does that mean you've used as an excuse to not do any further training."

"Mmmmmmmmm." Noah said. Genji couldn't help, but chuckle. The agent was skilled already if a bit lacking on going against opponents like himself. "Very well, then after this mission we shall continue our lessons. It would be a shame to allow your skills to grow dull because of my absence."

The agent nodded and followed the cyborg to the hangar. The two entered the hangar and the two noticed three figures in the hangar. McCree and Tracer were there in their normal outfits. And Angela was wearing her Valkyrie armor.

Noah suddenly remembered the tim he first met Angela. That was the first time he actually died and for some reason went to heaven. Now conscious and with functioning eyesight, Noah could clearly tell that the form of an angel was definitely used for the design.

""Ah Genji, Noah." She waved at them and the two with her followed her gaze. They waved back and approached the group. "Good very early morning to you two."

"And as to you Doctor Ziegler."

"Mornin' Doc."

McCree called out from a distance, "Mornin' you two. Hope you ready for the mission." The two nodded yes and Angela decided to give some last minute advice. "Good luck at your mission you two. Be very aware of what you're doing and try to come back without any major injuries. Watch him and make sure he doesn't hurt himself."

"Sure doc." Noah replied without much thought. "I was actually talking to Genji to understand that. And it was for him to watch you."

"Of course."

"Hey! I'm very watchful and besides-" He was cut off by Genji wrapping his arm around his neck and pulling him close. "Do not worry, I will watch over him with my life. I promise." Noah protested at the promise, but ultimately stopped. He was 30 not 17, he could afford the safety concerns. How little it really meant.

"I know that you'll be fine, but…" She stopped herself and glided gently next to Noah. "I wish to spend time together without you being in hospital bed." Noah turned red and Genji was actually taken back by the doctor's forward approach.

"S-sure, Doc." Angela smiled at that and turned to see Tracer and McCree approaching. "I hate to break this apart, but we gots to go. Tracer, don't you have to escort the Doctor to Lucio and ."

"Right, I do. Hey, good luck my friends. Come back safe." McCree, Genji, and Angela left while Tracer and Noah stayed behind for some final words. "Heh, shame it's not a partner mission. I like working with you."

"Ha, same! Though it's nice to work with someone else for a change. Now make sure you don't do anything I wouldn't do." Noah lifted his hands in surrender and was actual trying to make a mental list of Tracer might actually do. "I'll try. Anyways, I'm sure it'll be a quickie and I'll be right back to make sure to tell you all the juicy details."

"Please do." Noah turned, but didn't expect the out of nowhere hug from Lena. "Lena?"

"I know you're all relaxed and all, but actually try to stay alive. Deadlock hasn't made a true comeback in years, make sure you won't be around when it happens." Now that sentiment warmed Noah's heart. He turned himself around and gave a hug back. "Don't worry. Dying is one of the last things on my to-do list."

And the two parted with full intentions of coming back.

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The flight to the mid-west was a quiet one. McCree went over what was needed to be done: McCree would spearhead any resistance, Genji would clear a path for Noah and help McCree with any Deadlock gang members, and Noah was to find any intel they may have received from Baron and find what kind of weapons he knew they had. It was a sure fire way plan and McCree wanted things to go smoothly.

In fact, as an extra pre-caution, McCree gave the two some disguises as to look less inconspicuous for the moment. Noah was given a worn duster coat with a cowboy hat similar to McCree's. Genji had his head and face wrapped in a turban and his body was of no concern. Most would assume a broken, wandering omnic was behind the turban.

"Ok, so the autopilot's gonna drop us right here. Now if anything comes up, you let the talkin' come from me. You 'ought to keep quiet. If they're anything like before, they'd rather not stranger's speak first. Got it."

"Yes." The two responded. The ship stopped and opened it's doors. The three jumped off and fell only a few feet to the ground. They landed behind a cliffside and about a kilometer from a worn down town. "Alright boys, let's go meet my old crew."

Traveling the open west was surprisingly nice. As the three walked down, Noah took in a moment to appreciate the clear blue sky and the wind blowing gently against him. And the sight was beautiful, the place looked like the postcards on travel cards. Working across the cliff side and down the rickety path, Noah did his best not to slip up.

Despite being great at climbing buildings, the natural structures of the Earth were not so much. It was rather nerve wrecking and kind of embarrassing if he died by falling rather than fighting the forces of evil. However time passed and the trio managed to get to ground level and needed to trek a long walk to the town.

"Whew, I wished the ship dropped us a bit closer." McCree chuckled at the sentiment. "I agree with ya, pal, but it seems to think we'd be safer a good mile away." Genji kept to himself and watched for any sneak attacks that may be present. And as the trek continued, conversation started.

"So, McCree."

"Hm?"

"How long has it been since you've been with your old gang?"

McCree pondered on that for a second. "It's been awhile. The years seem to have passed by quickly. I just remember a few of the early days riding with them before Blackwatch took me under his wing."

"Blackwatch?" Noah really hated not doing his homework. He's heard about Blackwatch before, but never really expanded his knowledge on it. He's gotten lazy these past few years.

"Yeah, just imagine a...darker Overwatch. Sting operations, assassinations, torture interrogations, all those things that make a 'hardened soldier'. It wasn't the most glamorous job. Many of our deeds went unnoticed which was good, but for some people the lives and risks taken deserved to be noticed no matter how dirty they were." McCree's mind flashed back to Gabriel, the man who took him, trained him, and changed for the better. If only those sentiments could be returned, it'd make the world so much safer.

"Overwatch is back now though and this time we don't intend to do something like Blackwatch ever again. The world needs heroes, not soldiers."

"I mean you could be both. That vigilante, um, Captain 76 in Dorado."

"Soldier 76. I can feel that man carries a great burden, perhaps Zenyatta can help such a broken soul."

"Hm, well maybe he's not the type looking for peace." Noah replied. He remembers Soldier 76's first appearance and how that spooked so many of his clients. Many were afraid this guy would come up and kill them, even Noah was afraid. The times he and Burr were out on the field: starting on fights, picking on the money, it seemed that red visor was painting a target right on their backs.

"Well enough 'bout vigilantes." McCree said as he stopped at the edge of the town. "We're here." The trio stopped and faced the dead end town.

"Is it...empty?"

The three surveyed the area, but it didn't last long since Genji pulled out his sword and deflected sniper bullet from hitting Noah in the face. The bullet exploded and out came a white smoke that engulfed the group.

A quick series of coughs and McCree pulled out his revolver. With a quick second passing, he shot in the general direction from where the shooter came. A small grunt was heard before being followed by the sound of a thud. "Well, well if it isn't the back stabbing runt himself."

A man wearing similar gear to Jesse stepped out. Jesse smiled bitterly at the sight of the man in front of them. "I heard you lost a body part a few years back, did someone get the idea of killing you?" The man chuckled and revealed his prosthetic eye.

"More than you know, Although let's face it, an eye for an arm is deal I'd gladly go with." Jesse didn't show any break in his smile as the hand and arm holding the gun up was a replacement. "Look we didn't come for any major trouble, we just came to check on a few things."

"Really?" He snapped his fingers and the sound of guns clicking. A dozen men were stationed above them and Noah's finger twitched in anticipation. Genji's hand slid to his back and gripped his short sword tightly.

"Because what I'm seein' is a no good rodent bringing more along. And we got some fancy ideas on what to do with rodents." Noah's goggles scanned the rooftops and found gunmen along the roofs. "Genji."

The cyborg turned and saw Noah's subtle finger pointing. He nodded at what was needed. McCree already had an idea of what was going to happen and placed his revolver back in its holster. The adrenaline running through McCree's body was running overtime and his eyes caught the six suckers that dare to stay in his sight. "Hehe, well it seems you know what time it is, don'tcha McCree."

"Sure I do." He hunched over and got in his stance. Noah slowly reached for his grapple gun and had his eye towards an open window. Genji put two fingers up and had his sword being slowly drawn out. "It's High Noon."

In the heat of the moment, Noah pulled himself up over a window and took cover, Genji disappeared in a puff of smoke, and McCree drew his revolver out and fired six perfect headshots. The leader turned to see six dead bodies down and was completely shocked at the turn of events. Before he could turn back, McCree appeared right in front of him and gave a quick sucker punch. And the leader crumpled to the ground and groaned in pain.

"Got one of the guys, how bout you two?" McCree asked over comms.

One one side, the sound of bullet deflection could be heard along with the clean swipes of a sword meeting flesh. "I'm good here. Most are unconscious and are in need of healing."

"That's fine. See if you can find a computer for Winston's little toy to work. Speaking of which, how are Noah?"

"Oh you know, trying not let these guys shoot me." Gunshots rang on his side. "Care if I step in partner?"

"No, no I'm good. Look, I'm gonna try and find a computer. I'll let you guys know if I do." He signed off and McCree took in a deep breath. He looked to see the man he left alive try to crawl away. Lighting up a cigar, McCree picked up the man and pulled him up. "You know I thought you guys were weak, but this is on a whole new level. Looks like you get to spend some quality time with me."

"Wa-Wait! McCree! GAAH!"

Meanwhile Noah threw a right hook and knocked out of the last few guys in the room he was stuck in. "God damn, you guys. He's just one man."

"Yeah, don't be scared. I just got punches for everyone." Noah said with a chuckle. He was lucky to find these guys were trying to find guns as opposed to actually having them. It makes his job so much easier when they're unarmed. One of the last few guys charged and tackled Noah to the ground. Putting both his hands around Noah, the mook tried to strangle him for little success.

"Die, you son of a bitch!" The two behind him were helping some of the others up after Noah punched the daylights out of them and they were cheering this goon on. Noah struggled for a good minute before the movement in his body became still. The small crowd cheered and the guy smiled at his accomplishment.

"Nice!"

"Yeah, let's drag his body straight to McCree!"

"Bang." A tired voice said. The group didn't hear that bang because it was overtaken by the sound of pistol. The thug who strangled Noah fell to the ground with a hole in his chest and the body he killed sitting up, rubbing his neck.

Noah sat up and with his pistol opened fire on them. They scattered to get away and Noah continued to rub his throat. "Jesus, I'm gonna have a scratchy voice for a couple of weeks."

He saw how they ran away and shook his head. 'Really, was I worried for nothing?'

"Hey guys, I'm done here. The rats scattered."

"Same here, McCree these opponents were easy to beat."

"Yeah, they were, weren't they." A moment paused as McCree was staring right into the eyes of his target. "Hold on you two, I'm 'bout to get some answers."

The two signed off once again and McCree held the leader closer. "Now tell me, what do you know of any chemical weapons we've heard you got."

"Th-they…"

"What?"

"Th-they take a little while to kick in." McCree's poker face broke into open confusion until he saw the six bodies that he used his Ultimate on were standing on their feet. Genji didn't notice the thugs he cut down were standing up. And Noah felt his throat not ache anymore and to see the man he shot come back from the ead. There was no bullet wound to the chest.

"Jesse!"

"What?!"

"The men I've taken down, their standing up again!"

"Same here! This guy doesn't have a drop of blood on him and I shot him through the heart!" McCree tried to recall anything before the fight, but it didn't make sense. He knew what was real, the sounds the body makes when he shoots tem, the realistic falls, the man he punched felt real.

And it didn't feel right until Jesse remembered Genji deflecting that sniper round. The smoke that surrounded them. It wasn't smoke. "Oh. Oh no."

"Jesse!"

"McCree!"

"It's not real." And upon that realization the ground and sky started spinning, going faster and faster. The people, the noise, the feeling in his hands, McCree couldn't tell what was going as his senses were feeling everything, but nothing at the same time.

Letting go of the leader, Jesse watched him disappear into the ground. "Noah, Genji we've been drugged." He grunted before the world seemed to move beyond a shadow. "No." McCree whispered. A shadow of a face came out of the darkness and held its shotgun in front of his face.

"You ungrateful ingrate." The voice mumbled.

"No. You're not real."

"You could've stopped me, but you abandoned me. You were supposed to have my back!" The face of Gabriel Reyes stared into Jesse's soul and the cowboy couldn't help, but feel the great amount of gravity on his soul. "You did it yourself! Don't go blaming this on me!"

"Do you know what I've become?" Jesse opened his eyes to see Gabe's face begin to deform into an unholy monstrosity. McCree pulled his revolver out and aimed right between its eyes, but his trigger finger couldn't pull it. The darkness shrouded the face into a hood and white seeped over it to form the mask. "Die!" One echo of the shotgun rang through Jesse's head before

"WhHaaAATtt?! WhAt's GoING oN?!" A mechanical screech that somewhat resembled Genji. The cybernetic ninja felt his balance come off strange. He couldn't exactly walk forward, more like stumble like McCree after a night of drinking. "What's going on? My...my body…" The metal plating was slowly turning to rust. And when the metal ever come into contact with anything solid, even it self it turned to dust. One by one the cybernetic enhancements broke down and Genji fell on his knees.

Clenching his fist tightly, Genji just noticed that he had a hand. A human hand. One with muscles, bones, nerves, and even normal nails. He stood appalled at this revelation and found someone kneeling in front of him. It was a massive shapeshifting form. One of Zenyatta meditating, to his brother, to himself only half was cybernetic and the other was human. It split up into each of these individuals with Zenyatta and Hanzo looking down on him. Genji couldn't tell what was going on until he held his head in his hands. One felt flesh against flesh while the other was metal against metal.

"What the-!" He could feel the two sides begin to tear itself apart. "Zenyatta! Help me!" The form of the omnic reached out to his student, but an arrow pierced his head. The robot fell forward and Genji fumbled his way to hold his master's head.

"MASTER!" He cried before looking up. Hanzo stood before him. Not as his current self. This Hanzo was the one from his youth, the Hanzo that destroyed his very being. He held the bow up and took aim. "Brother! Don't do this!"

"You are an embarrassment to the clan." Genji grabbed his sword and with painful gasps of air stood before his brother. "Ryuu ga waga teki wo kurau!" Twin dragons bursted from his arrow and Genji could do nothing as they consumed his body. Parts were being disintegrated and all Genji could do was scream.

The screams of his companions rocked Noah to the core and he couldn't make heads or tails of it. That was until the floorboards began to give away. The center of the room broke down and Noah tried running to the edge of the room as a means of escape. However despite putting all his energy into escaping, the floor caught up with him and broke underneath his weight.

He screamed as he fell a long distance between the room he fell out of and the surface below. Before he knew it the painful impact rocketed through his body. Noah groaned as he pushed himself up and looked to see the clean hallways of a corporate building. "Oh no."

If standing was a challenge, then walking brought that to a whole new level. Finally reaching the window Noah stood in complete shock at the sight before him. The evening lights of India's ports sparkled in the distance and this told Noah exactly where he was.

"We gotta go!" Burr. Noah turned and saw Burr in his heist gear. His face had a cut on the cheek and his right arm was burned. "Noah, we got to get the hell out of here! We got to leave!"

"Stop right there! If you run we will use lethal force." The intercom announced. It didn't stop Noah from following Burr as the agent ran for his life. He couldn't be back here, there was no way he couldn't be at the Vishkar corporate building. This is where it happened, the time when his previous life went to shit. "Come on, we can't waste anymore time! It's now or never!"

Burr pulled out lump of clay and threw it at the wall. In ten seconds the window became nothing, but shards in an explosion. Noah watched Burr urge him to follow before jumping out. "Don't you move."

A woman stood behind him with her enhanced arm pointed right at him. "Don't try anything clever."

He weighed his chances before looking down and turning his back to her. Deciding it was worth it, Noah dashed to the hole and jumped out. But a searing pain on his left side came to mind as his body spun to see it burned by a plasma attack. The wind whistled in his ears as Noah closed his eyes to feel the embrace of death.

Only it didn't come. Noah found himself rolling over in the dirt before landing in some rose bushes. "Oi, Noah. Over here luv."

"L-Lena?" He looked up and saw a poverty ridden buildings were rotten and others looked burnt. "Holy shit. This is...my childhood home. I-I haven't been here in ages."

"Come now, Noah. We need to talk."

"Angela?" The voices began to talk in sync. Urging, pressing, luring him to the very source. He couldn't help but follow it. He needed to see. He needed to know if it was them. The voices took him to a door. Noah gripped the handle and felt his hand twist the knob. Pushing the door open, a new voice was heard. It was warm and soothing. The welcoming tone was a melody to his ears. It was someone he hasn't seen or heard from for a long time.

"Hello, my child."

"Mom." Noah whispered. In the middle of the living room stood Noah's mother. Her long hair waved gently to the breeze coming through the open air. Her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. "Come here son. I've missed you."

Noah didn't hesitate and ran as fast as he could to his mother. He couldn't believe it, she was there. After all these years, she's here. He embraced his mother and cried happy tears. She cooed him gently and held him tightly. "I-I-I thought you were…" His mother's hand gently rubbed her son's back. Meanwhile her other hand reached into a pocket in her pants.

"My son, please be quiet and let this moment…" Noah felt something jab into his neck. "Pass by…" He pushed her away and felt his neck. "Wh-what the hell?"

He looked at his mother, whose eyes were glassy now. She opened her mouth only for blood to seep out. And the face began to form as the light grew dull around them. "No, no!"

"Stop! Stop it!" Noah weeped as the illusion turned black and he could no longer see, hear, nor feel.

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