"AAH!" Noah's fist hit hard against the punching bag. It barely moved and his hand really hurts now. Taking a deep breath, Noah pulled back and noted how tired he was. He started working out five minutes ago.

"You seem rather determined to get over this." He turned around and saw Ana standing at the doorway. "Oh Captain Amari. How are you?"

"Fine, I was just walking around when I heard someone training instead of recovering."

"Well I spent enough time in the medical bay. I think it's high time I get back to doing missions."

"After Reaper?" The name struck a chord, but he ignored it. "Yes even after Reaper. Look I've got friends that may need help now. And I have other things to…" Sombra appeared in his mind. The information she knew could be invaluable, but still something seemed off about her. "Ana."

"Yes?"

"Who were you tracking at Egypt?"

"And how would you know that?"

"You're a bounty hunter. I assume someone sent you to track someone. Any particular reason."

"It wasn't job, it was my own investigation." She stepped up and steadied the punching bag. "I found illegal smuggling of special plants being sent to America. And with it being close to Helix Security I had to look."

"Right. So who were you tracking?"

"Does it matter? He died and once owned those gloves I gave you."

"Oh...that's, um, thanks?" Ana chuckled as she felt his punches stop. "I mean it helped me against Reaper, so I guess it all works out fine." His phone lit up, but Noah ignored that as well.

"You're welcome, Noah." Ana paused before continuing. "Noah."

"Yes Ana?"

"You are friends with my daughter, yes?"

"Sure. What? You want me to talk to her for you?" She nodded. "It would nice if you could at least have her give me a chance to speak. I owe her an explanation at least."

Noah gave a grunt of an agreement and ran it through his mind. Why is Fareeha avoiding her mother? She was alive and still kicking ass to boot. It would seem rather rude to ignore someone who loved you with all their heart. Then again, Ana was alive and it was now that she revealed herself. Reasons aside, the feelings of anger and denial were understandable.

"I'll see what I can do. I just hope she doesn't kick my ass whenever I bring it up."

"She's a reasonable woman. I'm sure she wouldn't hurt you." The door opened and the two looked to see Lena in mission attire. "Oi Ana, we got a mission today!"

"Of course. Noah, until then." She left and Lena turned to Noah. "So what're you doing be doing while we're away?"

"Well besides recovering and paperwork that you guys so kindly dumped on me."

"You like it. You get read all about what we've done."

"And read the rant letters and death threats and fan mail and updates from the other Overwatch bases. I get to read a lot." Noah grumbled, but at the same times was kind of grateful for. He may want to do missions again, but doing paperwork has reminded him of what he had before. A semblance of a normal life.

"Oh cheer up. Would rather watch a bunch of leaders grumble on about what's going to work or not?" That tipped him off. "Hey Lena, you don't think Talon or anyone else would be stupid enough to attack right? I mean we did a lot of damage at Egypt."

"Aw you worried for me?"

"I am, maybe a confirmation for my worries would help." Lena shrugged her shoulders. "Honestly I don't know. There are times we beat Talon and they stay down, other times we beat them and they get right back up. We haven't heard much from them since Egypt, so maybe."

Noah stepped forward and hugged Lena. "Just be careful and don't pull a me and get yourself pronounced dead."

The pilot smiled and returned the hug. "Of course. Last thing I want to do is follow in your footsteps. Hey maybe after this mission I can take you to see Emily with me. It'd be nice to go home with a friend."

"Heh, sure. Just make sure you're gonna be fine. Angela's gonna be out for quite some time with recovery over at Cairo and-"

"I'll be fine. We got Soldier and Ana, even Lucio, Winston, and Burr. Trust me, you'd have to be pretty ballsy to ruin this meeting." They parted and walked together to the hangar. Noah occasionally limped because of how exhausted his legs were, but pushed forward.

They met the agents over there with Burr talking to Fareeha. Noah patted Lena on the top of her head. "Alright young one let's go."

"Young one? That's rich."

"I'm fours years older than you. I get to have this." Lena clicked her tongue and moved toward the ship. "See ya later, Noah."

"Stay safe, Lena!" He felt a hand on his shoulder and found Burr standing next to him. "What? No good luck for me? I'm heartbroken."

"Pft. Sure you are. Still stay safe out there. I hope nothing goes wrong over there."

"Same, but I trust that you know your role in all this."

"Tech support. Got it, I'll let you know of any "disturbances" that come up." Burr walked away, but Noah stopped. "Burr. We've come far."

Burr chuckled and looked at his old friend. "That we have. I'll see you later, Noah. Watch our asses." The two parted ways as Burr boarded the drop ship. Lena took control and slowly lifted the ship up into the air before flying out to America. Noah covered his glasses from catching any dust when Fareeha stepped up.

"You know I'm surprised you stayed. This seems like a good time to get out."

"My suit is still under repair. Reaper landed some hard hits." Noah rolled his shoulder and the two walked back into the base. "Or maybe you're feeling lazy."

"I'm never lazy."

"Well you never seem to relax Ms. Soldier."

"Probably because most of time I'm getting shot at." Noah rolled his eyes. "You're not getting shot now. And besides you don't need armor to be there."

"I'd rather have my armor." The two continued their little argument as a camera focused on them. A small smile grew on the other side when watching the two.

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The drop ship landed hours later and the Overwatch agents were greeted by U.N. soldiers. One by one they filed out with most being on edge about Ana(mask on) and Soldier 76. Burr came out last as he and Winston walked up.

An official walked forward and greeted them warmly. "Thank you for coming here and on such an important issue as well. I trust you will protect our leaders with the best you can offer?"

"Of course. We will do our best to ensure the meeting goes smoothly." The official smiled and led the group informing them of what's going to happen.

"Now we have called the best security before, but the recent attacks have spread them thin. That was until Overwatch returned. It's slow, but the nations are understanding that Overwatch is needed again. A fresh start."

"Maybe that would've been a nice heads up." 76 grumbled, but Ana hit him with her elbow. Burr turned his attention away from the two and let Winston takeover the conversation. He slowed down to where he was between Lucio and Lena. The two were chattering away quietly before Burr came in.

"So Lucio, how's the U.N?"

"It feels...official. You know? It's really weird to be here. To think the most powerful people come here and discuss international issues."

"Yeah, it's a bit overwhelming. Until you come here often. The hearings are really boring. Only interesting when leaders get into heated screaming matches." Burr chuckled at Tracer's statement. The inner workings of the political spectrum was something he wasn't attuned with. The decisions seemed obvious in his mind, but Burr guess he's missing something if others disagree.

"However there is something you must know. India has brought its own guardian and asked for us for her not to interact with your group."

Burr stepped forward. "Wait, why?"

"Because-" The door opened and the person who walked through sent anger through Lucio and chill through Burr. Vishkar's Symmetra stood at the doorway with the leader of India. "Apologises. We didn't know you were here. Excuse us."

Her eyes looked passed the official and into the group. Her emotions sparked when looking at the group of Overwatch. Allies in the same fight, yet enemies against their true goal, that's what she learned.

"No excuse us, we given orders for you not to bump into our secondary guests. Please, allow us to pass." Burr and Lucio glanced at one another before walking with the group. Lucio and Symmetra's eyes made contact and the two shared their disdain. She moved to Burr who seemed familiar. He looked away and turned to Tracer as a way to avoid eye contact.

"Mr. Burr." She said. He stopped and slowly turned around to face her. "Greetings Symmetra. I hope your mission protecting your leader works."

"I do not forget what my enemies have done. And the memories of three years ago are still fresh. Do not try crossing me again." The icy tone reminded Burr of why he was afraid of meeting her again. His phantom pain returned to his side when she walked past him. He ran to keep up with his friends as Symmetra continued to stare him down. The door closed and she dropped the glare.

"I sense history. How has he wronged you before?"

"It is not my place to say. Please, mark this matter as personal."

"Of course."

Meanwhile Burr was walking slightly behind the group when his comm went off. "Burr, did you really-?"

"Yeah. Turns out she's still sore about the whole excursion. Honestly when I saw her, my side hurt."

"Same. Look, I'm keeping track of any traffic on the cameras and I just came by to say things are still going well. I mean that should be a given, the meeting doesn't start until tomorrow."

"Right." Burr and Noah both shared a very damaging history with Vishkar and seeing Symmetra just reminded them of the past they once shared. "Look, I'm gonna leave and catch up with the others. Just keep your eyes out."

"Roger, roger." Noah signed out and Burr finally caught up with the others. Lucio was back to being cheerful if not a little restrained as he talked to Tracer. Winston slowed down and met with Burr to discuss some things.

"Alright, we've been given the private quarters for the night. We should rest there and prepare for tomorrow."

"Alright. If there's any surprises tomorrow we'll be ready."

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Noah logged out and put his comm down. Fareeha came up and tapped him on the shoulder. "So how's the group?"

"Made it the U.N in one piece, so good so far. Honestly I'm already bored with tech hopeful it'll stay that way."

"You hope to stay bored? Why?"

"That means nothing's happening. It's like infrastructure or status of my pet rocks." Fareeha laughed at the idea of a collection of rocks. She sat down next to him and asked if that was true.

"Well it was. Until Talon blew them up."

"Oh." The two knew their group retired for the night and any other agents would alarm them if they were in need of assistance, so their time was free at the moment. Noah pulled out some folders and took the contents out. "Alright. Mind if I get some help."

"Of course." Fareeha pulled more papers out and put it on the desk. Noah shook his head at all the paperwork being left on his desk. If they were enemies, he'd be surrounded twice over. Fareeha pulled up the news and other screens on the main computer as he did his work.

A few hours later, she heard him talking to himself. "Ah Noah Bastin. Former Thief, Registered Badass, Personal Secretary." He muttered.

"I don't know. Would that second name really be on your resume?"

"Are trying to be smart?" Noah chuckled. Fareeha nodded and held her stoic front though her mischievous side made a few side glances. "I did a lot of things in my time on this earth that can classify me as badass."

"Don't need to convince me. Though forgive me if I have some doubts."

"You seen me in Egypt. I was awesome!" It was kind of funny to see himself put up a defense for something she agreed with him on, but was a little off of his casualness after almost losing everything and made dependent. "That's true, but most badasses don't respond so well with smiles or jokes. How come you?"

"What can I say? I'm just a humorous guy." She turned to him and her look made him slowly put down his pen. "Well why do you want to know? I mean I can cope with all this crap with a cheesy smile and joke can't I?"

"That smile can't last forever. Especially with how the past weeks have affected you." She got up and saw how he turned away. "I suppose you're not the touchy, feely kinda guy."

He took a deep breath. "I am. I just feel like it's a bit weird for someone to call me out like that."

"Really? Are trying to say I'm not the best person to call that out?"

"That depends. How touchy, feely are you?" Her silence was a good enough answer. "Maybe somethings don't need to be questioned. I smile and laugh and enjoy what life handed me. That should be more than enough."

"Yet you carry so much. I've seen soldiers say they were fine, that they didn't need help, that took the blows and never sought help."

"Do I look like a soldier?"

"Never said you were, but it goes through everyone, not just through soldiers. I'm simply saying that you cannot laugh or smile your problems away. Because sometimes that'll just hide your wounds and trick your friends into ignoring your own problems."

"Fareeha, as delightful as this therapy session has been I rather not take this up with anyone else."

"Scared?"

"Not scared. You slapped that reaction out of me earlier remember."

"I suppose. However, how much longer can you actually smile through all your struggles." He stood up and slowly walked toward her. "Just watch me."

Taking a step forward, Fareeha could sense he was trying to establish himself. The two were now face to face. "You know you make it sound like a bet."

"Can I bet against a soldier?"

"Sure. I'm game." No direct approach was going to work and Fareeha knew that. A bet was the more interesting and only way left. "The stakes?"

"I'll admit you were right if I lose."

"Oh I don't know. Those seem like lousy odds especially for someone like you."

"I'll also throw in dinner?"

"Not interested."

"Clean your armor for next year...and repair it." Fareeha raised an eyebrow before agreeing to those terms.

"Before I give my conditions. Any reason why?" Noah shrugged. "Well you are my training partner, you saved my life, and I do owe an apology for cracking your helmet during our brief run in at Mexico. Besides it'd be nice to work on some other things, like maintenance." She nodded in agreement.

"Fair enough, though buying me dinner isn't so necessary. Now my stakes, I'll admit I was wrong." He opened his mouth but she stopped him. "And I'll let you teach you some new techniques."

"Ok pal. It's a deal." The two shook hands as they decided maybe it was time to get some sleep before the meeting starts. Fareeha pulled out emergency futons that Winston stored in case of late nights. Laying them down, she took one as did Noah. Sleep came slow for Fareeha as she stared at the ceiling waiting for its grasp to take hold of her.

Noah pulled out his phone and texted Angela. Since the doctor was gone, but needed updates Noah would provide what's been going on through the day before he sleeps.

'Daily meds were taken at 6 A.M, 12 P.M, and 6. P.M. So I ate plain oatmeal for breakfast, leftover pizza for lunch, and a salad for dinner. Plus I trained for about five to ten minutes doing punching bags along with two hours of paperwork.'

He hit send and put the phone on his chest. Waiting for the doctor to respond always took a few minutes since it's hard to text and work at the same time. His phone vibrated against his chest and he shivered at it.

'Keep the med schedule up. Include fruit for breakfast, more protein for lunch. I suggest Reinhardt's bockwurst for that. As for dinner replace with chicken soup. (I have a canister in the med bay. Look through my personal fridge). For your day tomorrow I would focus on watching the U.N meeting. No training, I still need to examine if your bones can return to their normal routine before. And for paperwork...Viel Glück ;).'

Noah snickered and texted back.

'Is there no medical cure to paperwork? Come on pal, I need something for that. ;n;'

'I wouldn't be in the med bay all the time if I solved it. Just deal with it :p'

'You're so cruel.' He could almost hear Angela giggle at the response

'So be it. Anyways I have more patients being brought to me. I'll be ready for your next update. Till then.' There it was certain she left her phone behind to help the others. Still he couldn't help, but leave one more message. 'Stay safe Ang.' Weird, better delete. 'I'll send my regards lovely.' No. Delete. 'Don't worry your pretty little self XOX-' Extremely fast delete. He only did the last part because he was curious. Mostly.

'Till then.' He put down his phone and groaned. "Is something the matter?" He stopped and forgot Fareeha was still there. She was turned over and was looking at him. "You sound in distress. Is your condition acting up?"

"My condition is a weak body and no. I just got a text from Angela. Tried asking for a way out of paperwork and the doc has the nerve to say "Viel Glück". Unbelievable right?"

"Are you sure it isn't because of something else? Because you're blushing right now and when the conversation made you laugh." Noah coughed and sat up. "W-Well I mean maybe I'm feeling a little heated."

Fareeha chuckled. "Heated? It's 68 degrees. Why would you be heated in this room unless someone's a little embarrassed."

"Lies! It's all lies!"

"What lies?" Fareeha winked at she pointed at his phone. "I'm not saying anything. I'm just pointing out on how pink you are." He looked away embarrassed as Fareeha sat up and offered a helpful hand of advice. "Don't feel too bad. It could be worse."

"Well just watch out! When I find you embarrassed about talking to someone then you'll know how I felt!"

"Oh this was about someone you like? My, Noah I never imagined you like that." He narrowed his eyes as he turned back and went back on his phone. "Maybe I am. I just can't get the person I…" He stopped and sighed. This was ridiculous. It happened weeks ago and for the most part everything was fine. Kind of.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind. Why don't you sleep. The rest may clear your head. Goodnight Noah." Noah saw her pull up the sheets and did the same. He glanced back at his phone, maybe for a notification, maybe one last message, something. Nothing appeared. He sighed and put his phone away. Sleep slowly overcame him as the hours ticked by. "Goodnight Fareeha."

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Burr sat outside on the balcony and was taking a small break. He blew the vapor out and rolled his eyes at the normal lack of relaxation in them. He put the tube back and looked out to the city lights. Not yet changed out of his mission gear, Burr looked behind him to see some of the agents sleeping peaceful. Winston laid on the biggest bed alone while everyone else bunked together.

Lucio and Lena were in one and 76 and Ana were...sleeping? More like battle ready sleeping positions that were ready to be put into action. He would call Noah to just talk, but he assumes that he would be sleeping right now. Doesn't matter. There's plenty of time for that. Changing into more civilian clothing, but keeping his own gun and moving out of the room and leaving a notice, Burr walked around the U.N. headquarters before finding the exit and getting fresh-ish air.

The night lights and the sound of the city were some of the things he missed. Time with Overwatch has lead him to be behind a desk more or in a dangerous mission that he never appreciates the sights. It was refreshing to have some time to himself outside of his friends and co-workers. Burr adjusted his sweater and found many people enjoying life as it was. With no care in the world.

Unknown to him, someone was watching him, adjusting their sniper rifle at their target. Training their sights, the trigger was tugged slightly with little pressure. A bit more would fire the bullet. He vanished in the crowd and the finger left the trigger. Displeased the sniper pulled back and turned around. A fist met their face and left them sprawled on the floor. A silenced muzzle pressed against their head and fired one round. The sound muffled in their head.

The murder looked around and followed the victim's target. Jumping across roofs and taking out more and more hidden security, the murder finally caught sight of Burr walking down a market alley. He seemed to be purchasing little snacks with some homeless kids walking up and asking for some. The shadow watched him smile and hand some of the snacks to the kids. It shook their head before turning back and firing another silenced round into the crawling guard. They muffled his screams when they flipped him over and saw the proud Vishkar logo splattered in blood.

"You bitch!" The guard almost screamed in her position. They moved their face into the moonlight and revealed themselves. "Widow-GHSH!" Widowmaker slammed the butt of her gun against her vocal chords silencing him. She shushed her before firing another round between the eyes. "Position 3. Do you copy? Are any of the men with you? We have lost radio contact with them and you need to rendezvous with the rest of the force here."

Widowmaker pulled the radio up to her lip and watched Burr as he walked away. "Of course. The men are with me. We're keeping silent to not alarm the Overwatch agent. Where are you?"

"The Resting Tower Hotel, 34th floor, Room I14. Remember? Just return and debrief your mission."

"Of course. Merci." She dropped the radio and crushed it under her heel. Pulling down her goggles, Widowmaker spotted Burr with more treats. "No one will take your life, but moi." Firing her grappling hook, Widowmaker made her way to the hotel and entered on the top floor. The assassin moved silently and smoothly between many of the hotel staff and customers. The numbers on the rooms and the floor decreased until floor 34, room I14. Hiding out, Widowmaker found a maid delivering room service. It was to the room.

She smiled at an idea and snuck up on the maid. Placing her in a stranglehold, Widowmaker knocked out the maid and removed her clothes. A few minutes later, Widowmaker patted the dress down to smooth it. Pulling up a cleaning mask and a cleaning bandana over her head, Widowmaker took the meal and walked up to the door.

Knocking on it twice, a few voices growled until one woman opened it. "I told you room service is going to happen."

"And I told you we didn't need them, but whatever. It's already here. I'm placing the bill on your credit card." Widowmaker smiled her cleaning mask, walked in with the food, and closed the door. "Mademoiselle, here is your order."

"Thanks whatever. That bastard's paying." The credit card was placed in her hand and Widowmaker looked up. "What? Are you waiting for a tip? Look thanks for the meal, but we're very bu-"

The woman didn't finish her sentence as Widow grabbed the knife from the silverware set and shoved it right into her throat. The Vishkar employee choked on her own blood when her companions came running in. Using the dying woman as leverage, Widow launched herself over her and into the group. They tried hitting her, but each fists or foot was blocked and deflected with ease. The assassin went to work with her mowing down each one effectively and silently.

The only thing that could be heard were broken bones and grunting. She retreated back when two more came out and returned to the food cart. They charged forward, but she pulled her rifle out and fired twice in fast pace. They fell on the ground with holes between their eyes and Widowmaker smiled at her work. Bodies of Vishkar security laid in the beautiful hotel carpet. She glanced at her outfit and felt slightly ashamed to see such nice clothes have blotches of her enemies blood. Discarding them and revealing her original outfit underneath, Widowmaker pulled open the window when the door opened again.

Another maid came in to check on the order and covered her mouth in horror to see the bodies laid on the floor. She looked up and saw Widowmaker looking at her. It would be easy to kill the lady, but she was very persuasive. Lifting a finger, Widow signaled for silence and that it be kept between just them. The maid fervently nodded when Widow lifted her rifle for reassurance.

Satisfied, the assassin leapt from the building and grappled on to the next. Pulling herself up on the ledge, she ran across several rooftops and perched herself on a ledge. The assassin smiled at another job well done and the first objective of her mission complete. Looking through her scope, Widowmaker found Burr yet again. This time however he was looking through his phone. Zooming in and maybe hoping for Sombra to get a view, she stopped to see him looking at photos.

"Oh anyone special?" She chuckled before she saw him flip to their photo. Her pose tightened with anger at seeing that photo and almost made her pull the trigger right then and there. Yet she didn't. Her finger was just a hair away from the trigger yet she couldn't pull it. "Just a little bit longer."

He looked around real quick and his eyes briefly met hers in his search of no one. His eyes darted back to her position, but found no one there. He turned back and returned to the U.N. headquarters. Widowmaker lifted her head up and saw he was gone. She didn't curse her luck as of now they were of no concern. Tomorrow they would be. Shouldering her rifle, Widowmaker called Sombra.

"Hey Widow! How's the States?"

"Loud and annoying. I trust you sent the clean up crew after I took care of them."

"Yup gotta say I wonder why Vishkar would have their eyes on Burr? I was also watching through some of the cams and was amazed to see how one almost got him. Gotta say you saved his ass just in time again."

"That sniper wouldn't take his life, though I sense he was tempted. And as for saving Burr, he was there at the wrong time and place. He would be in deeper trouble if I let it continue."

"So you ready for work tomorrow? Big things are happening and we got eyes everywhere...from people who want to watch international politics. Eh, still a good crowd." Widowmaker rolled her eyes and grappled onto another roof. She pulled up and found the balcony where Burr was earlier. She watched the light from the hallway pour in before closing down fast when Burr entered.

Turns out some other agents were awake like Tracer. Two people were up and ready for the day and with such a clear shot. She could take a shot. Her goggles moved over her eyes and zoomed in on them. "Voilà."

Tracer's head was set perfectly in her reticle. Just a small squeeze and the pest would-

CRACK! Widowmaker fell to the ground with her goggles broken. She pulled it off and found a bullet lodged perfectly still in between the metal plates. "It's been awhile Amélie. How long has it been?"

Widow looked up to see Ana in basic black and dark blue soldier garb with her trench coat blowing softly in the wind. Her mask was pulled to reveal the tired face of the woman Widow shot years ago. "Long enough for you to forget that I beat you and left a cyclops."

"Petty insults will not get you anywhere." She cocked her rifle and pointed at Widowmaker. The assassin lifted her rifle just in time and fired her shot, Ana the same. The two bullets met in mid-air and sparked light. That grabbed some of Ana's group's attention. Burr ran up to see Ana standing on a rooftop pointing her gun right at Widowmaker. He watched Ana jump down and try to catch Widowmaker, but the assassin slipped from her grasp and ran across the rooftops.

His heart skipped a beat at that realization and went to grab his gear, but not before waking Winston and informing him of the situation. The other agents were now up and quickly grabbed their own gear. Tracer was the first one out and quickly began closing distance. Lucio followed with Burr on his back. Winston and 76 stayed behind to inform the others about the sighting while they gave chase.

Widowmaker cursed her luck when her comms sprang up. "Got spotted? That's bad. How's tomorrow going to play out? They'll have tougher security."

"I do not have time for this Sombra. I'll find a way. Just let those two imbeciles loose tomorrow."

"Don't know. How're you going to do that behind bars? They won't accept you going without a fight."

'Then I'll give them a fight.' Widowmaker thought before Ana shot at her. The assassin barely dodged the second bullet when a blue flash appeared next to her. "Hiya!"

"Bonjour." She smacked Tracer in the face and sent her off the building. However with a simple recall, the time traveler returned to her side and returned the strike with her own. Widow rolled with the punch and hopped off the roof. She threw a canister down just at the feet of Tracer and Ana. Purple smoke erupted and the two women fell. Lucio managed to catch up with Burr hopping off. He looked at Widow and growled at the damage she's done. Widow rolled her eyes and continued to run. Burr gave chase as Lucio took care of the others.

"Sombra. Find me an exit, quickly!"

"Working on it Widow." The purple woman grappled across, but before she could fully leave the ground, a hand grabbed her hand. She looked down to see Burr holding on as they flew into the air. The weight weighed the hook down it brought them down. A glass window of a building was rapidly approaching them.

Burr pulled himself and covered Widow when the two crashed loudly into the empty building. The two roll over the floor until they stopped. Burr groaned as he pushed himself up and looked up to see Widowmaker doing the same. She took one look at Burr before scampering off into the darkness of the building, looking for her gun.

"Burr! Winston called us, are you okay?"

"Pull up visuals and help me. I think you remember what happened last time Widow was near us." Noah already did and had Fareeha working next to him. She was studying Widowmaker and trying to find a strategy to win this fight.

In the Talon headquarters Sombra was listening to Burr, smiling she pulled up a second screen of the Overwatch headquarters. Tapping into their personal communication lines, Sombra gave a very happy, "Hey Buddy!"

Noah froze at the sound of her voice and looked behind to see Fareeha taking over while talking to the rest of the agents. "So what's your business in all this?"

"Straight to the point? Fine, fine. You're no fun."

"Sorry, sorry. Just kind of busy not trying to get my friend killed. What the hell do you want?"

"You up for a little competition? My girl versus your boy. What do you say?" Noah opened his mouth to say something, but he looked back at the footage and saw Burr with back against the wall. The reflection on the glass showed Widowmaker. "Widowmaker? She works for...oh hell no."

"Hell yeah. Secrets out I guess. Don't worry I'm only there for a payroll. Not anything personal. Just business. Like our partnership." His body shook with anger and surprise that he almost struck the keyboard. Cracking his knuckles, Noah felt his mind sharpen. "We still have business to take care of once I'm back from recovery. And you know what fine. Game on, Sombra."

The two supports took their controls and were ready for one intense game. "Alright, Widow you ready?"

"Of course."

"Burr? Ready to take her down?"

"As I'll ever be. Where's the others?" Noah looked at Fareeha's screen and saw her looking very concerned at Tracer and her mother. He could see the frustration in her face as Lucio was doing his best to keep their vitals up. "They've been poisoned. Get Widowmaker pal and I'll try to keep you updated."

"Right." Burr pulled out his custom Heckler & Koch P30L. Pulling the clip to make sure ammo was there, he pushed it in and cocked it. Widow transformed her gun to that of an assault rifle and made sure it was ready.

Sombra and Noah were counting. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9…"

"10, FIRE!" Widow opened fire in the wall when Burr knelt down and fired a few rounds up. His shots went through the wall as well and grazed the assassin's arm. She grunted in french before rolling out and lunging forward. She kicked Burr down and took aim again. He clapped his hands once and a blue shield expanded. The two support's had their jaws drop as Widow was surprised to see her bullets bounce off.

"Are those my gloves?! The fuck Burr?" Burr stood up and dived into new cover as he hid from Widow. "Sorry, but I had Winston take a look at these things and gave them to me. Don't worry I'll give them back afterwards."

"I've seen those before. They were a gift from one Helix Security's clients. Only one guy got to wear those. Congratulations I can now continue our little deal Noah." The agent didn't know if he should be happy or not. "Burr we can talk about this later. Just escape or beat Widowmaker."

Burr almost responded, but Widow pulled him out of cover and into her sights. He headbutted her and threw a hard hook. She caught it and tossed him to the floor. "Enough. Widow just stop."

"Non chérie." Widow responded and slapped him hard with the back of her hand. She pulled his gun from his hand and pointed it right at him. He grabbed the muzzle and covered it. She pulled the trigger and a bullet flattened itself against Burr's new hand.

"It seems you're full of surprises. What have you been doing?"

"Making up for lost time!" He disarmed Widowmaker and uppercutted her. She went across the room and crashed into a desk. He shook his left hand and heard the flat bullet drop to the floor. Looking at his palm, a dent could be seen in it. He sighed and walked up to Widow. "Come on. I know you felt that Amélie. Those Talon procedures can't last forever."

"..." She got up and glared at Burr. That name triggered anger. She wiped her lip and saw blood was leaking from it along with a dull sensation. Pain. Now that's new. "Hm. Ironic isn't it."

"What're you talking about?"

"First don't call me that. And second, earlier this evening I saved you from Vishkar Security services that were following you through the city. You don't have to worry. I took care of them. And now here you are, planning to arrest me." He attempted to find any hint of deceit, but found none. "Even though I saved you yet again chérie." The anger before was fleeting, in fact being near him it was almost nonexistent. The feeling was now hollow.

"Widowmaker."

Noah and Sombra watched the two curiously. Fareeha left to see if her armor was ready so she can join the U.N. meeting. He appreciated the empty room. This seemed personal, but he couldn't turn away. He was missing something from this and he wanted to know what.

Widowmaker stood up and felt something resembling emotion come in. "You were such a fool to betray us. Talon's got a target the size of a country after that little stunt you pulled in Nepal."

"Come on we both know they had it coming and it would've been easier to escape if someone would come with me." She laughed at the implication. "You think I would've gone to that dead organization with you."

"That dead organization has made quite a comeback. We're back and there's nothing you can to kill that. Widow I thought I made that clear." Sombra really wished she had popcorn on her right now this was getting good. "Do you really think after all I've done being on your side would fix it? Mondatta's death? The Overwatch agents I've killed? Everyone else? Besides how would you convince everyone that you work with that I'm fine? You can't."

"I would find a way. Look it's not too...ok maybe it's not the best time, but you would be a great asset to Overwatch and I would like to make another ally."

"Ally? You want more than that." Noah and Sombra had different reactions. Noah spat out any water in his mouth away while Sombra was watching the two with thrills. "Oh this is better than any of telenovelas airing right now." Widow ignored her.

"Amélie, I'm not Gerad. I understood that for awhile now so I'm asking you as a friend not anything more to just leave Talon. You don't have to be tethered to them." Widowmaker walked closer as Burr felt fear crawl up on what she was going to do. "You owe me some blood."

She punched him, disarmed him, and fired his gun. Noah and Sombra went up to their screens and saw Burr with a long graze on his cheek from the bullet. "Wha-"

The french woman leaned up and kissed him on the clean cheek. Noah almost fell to the floor on how ridiculous this was. Sombra didn't care and whooped quietly enough not to alarm anyone. They parted and she almost smiled at the contact. "It was nice to see that you still care."

"Uuuh."

"I'll consider your offer, however don't count on it."

"How'll I know you changed? Should something like that happen."

"You'll know it when I send it." She pulled him in and headbutted him, knocking him out. She grabbed her rifle and was about to leave, but her took one last look at him. "Still that headbutt was for grazing me earlier."

She disappeared into the night with Tracer popping in at the last second. She found Burr unconscious and the office messed up. "What the bloody hell happened here?!" Noah slowly pressed her comm line and answered.

"I have no idea."

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Whew took me awhile, but I finally did it. Now it's been awhile since last time so I hope this will satisfy your needs till the next chapter. Also quick thing, I do need many of you to review this as best you can. They help a lot with story building and I like to hear what all you think about it. If you can leave your opinion and follow then production will be better. Frequency I don't know.