Burr and Amélie were walking on the sidewalk when a hooded figure popped up. Amélie tensed up and her instincts went to defense. Burr stopped her and held his hand up at the stranger. "Ne pas Amélie."

The figure tilted his head as he reached into his pocket. Amélie saw the glint of a knife and almost jumped in before seeing the Vishkar badge he was holding. Burr took one glance and his neutral expression went into tranquil fury. "Amélie me suit. Discrètement."

"I don't speak French." He said. "I wasn't talking to you." Amélie left the two as Burr waited for directions. The hooded man sighed in frustration as he led Burr away. The two walked silently through the streets until they stopped in front of an empty restaurant. All except for one table.

Burr watched him stir his sugar into his coffee before putting down the menu and smiling at Burr. "Aw good day to you Lawerence. It's been a while." Burr sat down in front of him and pulled his chair.

"Burr, I'm in position." He looked up and saw Widowmaker without her disguise. She had her rifle at the ready as he turned toward Gideon. "How long has it been eighteen, nineteen years?"

"Twenty." Burr said solidly. Gideon whistled. "Twenty years. It's been a long time since my...descension, but I've managed to make the best of it."

"Am I here to see you measuring your ego? I thought you were here to discuss peace between our organizations. Though I don't understand you wanted to talk to me alone. Under normal circumstances you would need to speak to me and Winston" Burr said. Gideon nodded. "True, but I prefer speaking to another human. Not a monkey."

Burr clenched his fists tightly and continued. "You spoke of peace. What makes you think we can achieve peace?"

"Well I thought burying the hatchet between our organizations. After all we brought down the infamous Roadhog and Junkrat with successful imprisonment. That was until you freed them."

"For valid reasons. Hopefully you understand that we hold them under a tight leash." Gideon pulled down his gloves and shook his head. "We can understand that. Hold the animals down and let them loose when the situation suits them. An old tactic we use."

Tension was building high now. Burr was barely restraining himself as he saw the man who started it all stand there and compare their tactics. "Well the difference is that we don't oppress them and hold them against their will."

"Guilty as charged."

His eyes narrowed. "You're disgusting." Gideon laughed. "Of course. Becoming one of the most powerful men in the world can make me forget some of the subtly needed these days." Burr raised an eyebrow.

"Besides I say we're quite similar after all these years Burr."

"Really? Prove it." Gideon snapped his fingers and the two waited a second. Gunshots rang out and Burr tried not to look at the roof Widowmaker was on before hearing a couple of grunts. Burr wanted to stand, but Gideon stopped him. "Just wait."

A loud crack was heard as Burr turned around and found the hooded man and Widowmaker on the ground. The French assassin stood up and picked up her rifle while her opponent reached for his knives. "We have our own pets. Aryt stop and come here!"

"Widowmaker, cease your attack!" Burr shouted. The two glared at each other as Aryt walked back toward Gideon. Burr saw his purple eyes lock with Widow's golden ones as they stared each other down. Gideon's eyes scanned Widowmaker and he had a small lustful grin come up.

"Widowmaker, huh? A fine assassin to have on your belt. Though I suppose that phrase fits in more ways than one." Burr blushed angrily at the implications as Widowmaker walked up and dusted herself off. "You know for the longest time I thought you went the other way and just wanted your first companion."

The reserve of patience was draining slowly before, but is now swirling down the hole. "Then again we'll never know. I offer my condolences after what happened two years ago."

"How did you know?" Gideon took out his phone and showed photos. "Paparazzi. No shame in leaving celebrities' loved ones in peace. Although the couldn't find any information on your friend. So nothing was posted. Luckily I know who he was and I can say I'm disappointed."

Widowmaker watched Burr, but his posture was statue still. His eyes however would commit the worst kinds of murders by the looks given. "Then again if I were to believe in anything for a moment I would say it was high time God finally took something of worth from you."

"Is this a mock meeting or a peace meeting. Cause every word you've taken so far has been an attack worthy of Overwatch's wrath." Gideon smirked. "Nah, I just wanted to get those things out before going through with the meeting."

"Vous êtes un homme arrogant." Widow muttered.

"Peut-être, ma belle." Gideon responded. Burr raised his hand before him. "Do not talk to any of my agents."

"She insulted me." Widowmaker glared art him as Aryt took one step closer. "This is getting us nowhere. Gideon, call off your assassin and Widowmaker return to the hotel." Gideon looked at Aryt and he backed off. Widowmaker wanted to say something, but Burr was putting all his focus on Gideon. She sighed and picked up her rifle. "Burr."

"I'll be fine. Now go." He said. She nodded before grappling away. Aryt watched her leave before leaving the area himself. Gideon sighed. "Assassins. Such pains after a while. Although I see you're quite fond of yours."

"Think about your next words or else." Gideon raised his hands in mock surrender. "Of course, of course. Peace." His expression changed from relaxed to focused. "As you are aware, Vishkar Corporations has grown considerably since two years ago at Talon's defeat by your hands."

"At the same time we've grown as well along with many political barriers now opening up to our return. The Petras Act is almost a law given no regard now." Gideon nodded. "As it should. So far the only reason your organization continues to grow without much supervision is because everyone's in the honeymoon phase. Once those rose tinted glasses come off, the fight will really begin, I suspect you have no interest in reuniting with the U.N."

Burr grunted. "It's debatable."

Gideon placed an elbow on the table. His vibe was giving off one who knows their craft. He's done his homework. "Most likely scenario is that you will wish to work independent. A rather dangerous yet freeing option. However if the U.N. won't watch, perhaps Vishkar can,"

The sound of shattering glass couldn't compare to what Burr just heard. "Excuse me?"

"You of all people should know the true nature of our company. We're more than business, we're almost a nation. And given our credentials in helping with the U.N. attack we've asserted ourselves as a force to be reckon with."

"That's only because you really on the only competent person in your arsenal, Symmetra. And even she failed to save the Indian Prime Minister."

"From Widowmaker. You do know her charges may be acquitted, but the people still demand blood. You're reckless action on keeping these criminals is what's keeping you from becoming fully legal. Then again honor amongst thieves I suppose."

The Overwatch leader couldn't help, but feel he was right on that part. A former Talon agent and Junkers were a problem for many people to follow. "Let's take my utter hatred for you, the blantly valid distrust my comrades, like Lucio for example, have against your company, and say we let this pass. Humor me."

The CEO passed a document. "These were some conditions we would put you in and show the U.N. while they may not have Overwatch, you are in good hands. It's mostly to reaffirm that you are safe underneath our name." Gideon was going to continue, but the papers hit the table. Burr stood up and dusted his hands.

"It's no use. These contingencies won't run through it. As much as I appreciate your 'helping' hand, I'd rather not go against what I know my friends will think."

"Burr, you disappointment. I thought the legacy of Gerard would have a better head on his shoulders. Does Widowmaker know?" Burr clenched his fists as Gideon stood up. "How fitting it is though. That woman loved her husband to such an extent it might not even be possible to reach it unless some part of him was in you."

"I'm more than his damn legacy."

"Sure you are and Noah's forgiven you for letting him die. I bet he's telling mommy Katrina about how big brother Burr reunited them." The table went flying to the side as Gideon felt the wall against his back. The bright cyan blue shield edged his throat. He looked at the shield with curiosity. "Hey...my company made those for Helix. How did you get in possession of that?"

"The more important question is why I shouldn't cut off your fucking head."

"Well Gerard Jr." Burr tightened his grip. Gideon tapped and he pulled back ever so slightly. "I mean Burr, you wouldn't do that if you want to keep yourself credible. All that progress you made this past seven years would've been for naught. In the media's eyes, you'll kill a hero."

He shrunk his shield and thrust his hand forward. Gideon felt a sting on his cheek as Burr withdrew. "So I guess you decided I'll live."

Burr didn't answer as Gideon patted himself off. "Anyways I see this discussion is fruitless. I've got a party to plan and a business to run. Burr, it was nice seeing you. Give my condolences again about Noah to his loved ones. If he had any."

The CEO vanished into the streets as Burr just stood there. His breathing was beginning to grow erratic as he felt the suppressed guilt return. The guilt rolled around his chest until it heated up into unquenchable anger. He pressed his comms. "Athena, bring Angela up to what her mission is. It's now an act of war."

Meanwhile Gideon called up Symmetra. "Have Aryt be prepared for the requirements of the party. Angela Ziegler will be their first loss."

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Purple light formed at the house as Sombra and Angela once again set foot on the wooden floor. Angela was holding her suit as Sombra held her staff. "See I told you those guys were completely fine with giving us a discount."

"You blackmailed them with their out of marriage affairs and secret kids."

"Hey those women were being stingy on fixing your equipment. A little blackmail goes a long way. But what of it? We got your things all patched up. A thank you would be nice."

"Thank you Sombra." Angela said. "You're welcome. Now where's Justice and my boy?"

They heard a small chirp as Sombra pulled out her phone and sighed. She slid her finger across the screen and it showed Fareeha upside down. "Do I got it right? I'm not holding it upside down right?"

"Yes, you are. Come on, just give some of the groceries." Sombra and Angela heard a groan as Fareeha came over and pulled out the heavy bags. The phone's microphone was muffled against Sebastian's jacket. Angela giggled at how the situation was playing out with Sebastian almost dropping his phone.

"Uh, I hope this doesn't break. Sombra's gonna be a bitch if she finds out I broke it...please tell me I'm on mute." Sombra chuckled and kept her mouth silent. Angela wanted to say something except she heard another ring from her pocket.

She walked away from Sombra and pulled out her communicator. "Hello?"

-Greetings Angela. I come from headquarters to bring you an update your mission-

"Mission?" Angela questioned.

-These are direct orders from Burr. He has left an audio file for you.- Angela looked at her communicator and found the file. She hit it and pressed the speaker next to her eat. Unknown to her Sombra absently pointed a finger at her and a line of light briefly flashed.

'Angela, if you're listening to this then I haven't briefed you on the mission. This is due to you possibly not wanting to go. However if you did go, here's what's going on. The Vishkar ball is gonna happen and since you're going to be there, I need you to tap their CEO. Athena will update the target once we find out who the new CEO is, but that will come soon. You and your escort must tap several Vishkar executives and then return to base. This is simple, but extremely important.' She stopped the audio file and left the room. The doctor pulled up Burr's number and called him.

The phone rang before she heard a click. "Hello?"

"Burr, what were you thinking? If you had a mission for me then just tell me. I don't know why you had me believe this was some trip."

"I was being your friend when I suggested that. Not a leader. I'm sorry." She heard the tired strain behind his voice. "Burr, are you alright? You don't sound so good at the moment. Do you need more meds?"

Burr didn't answer her right away as he looked at the gravestone in front of him. "No. Look I put all the information on the file and have sent the equipment to your current location. This is a really important mission and I just...I just need you to do it."

"Burr, you don't sound well." He took a shaky breath. "Keep an eye out for Gideon Silverstone and if you see a man with purple eyes, get away. I've got to go. I'll see you home afterwards."

He hung up on her as he took a look at the name. Katrina Bastian.

"I should've just walked away. I should've done that with your son. I hope when I see you again, you can forgive me." He muttered.

Angela looked at her phone and walked up to the doorway. There was a package with no address. She opened it to see surveillance bugs. The doctor took them about and placed a small package in her pockets. Winston developed them to start on non-Overwatch targets. They can't be used against them. She walked back into the living room with the package as Sombra was talking.

"Just snap your fingers. I thought you remembered how the translocators worked."

"I know how your old ones worked. I don't know about the newer models you've been using." Sebastian replied. She heard snapping fingers and a purple glow erupted in the middle of the living room. Sombra let out a breath of relief as she saw the groceries and muttered something about it being on fire.

"Well your chores are done for today. Why don't you show Amari around town? Who's knows when a woman would willing go with to town."

"Alright…hey! That's a dick move! I can do this with anyone." Sombra's teasing expression slipped off as she put on an apologetic one. "It was just a joke. Don't take my word for it seriously. Just give Amari a good time before she has to escort Ziegler in the upcoming days."

Angela could see Noah's-Sebastian's expression of disappointment turn to a thankful one. It was the same one after helping him with every injury. Every cut, bruise, or broken bone, that smile always accompanied his thanks. It was almost refreshing to see. She stopped herself when Sombra caught her staring. The hacker shared an expression of understanding as she hung up.

"Help me with those groceries. If I had to help fix your stuff then you owe me at least a couple of favors." She picked up a bag and walked to the pantry. Angela followed in suit. She needed to get over this. Finish the mission and leave him in peace. Away from Overwatch and herself. That's probably the best course of action.

Sebastian looked at his phone before hanging up. He turned to see Fareeha rubbing her hands together. He walked over and reached into his pockets. "Hey Fareeha, it looks like Sombra wants me to give you the tour. I think that is just code for stay out of the house."

"Hm, why would she say that?" The soldier grunted. "I dunno. Maybe she's talking to new clients. And also..."

She saw his hands pull something out and held it out toward her. "I got use to weather here, but I keep them around in case things get colder." She felt warm mittens fall on her palms.

"Thank you Sebastian." He smiled at her acceptance and sat next to her. "Now I know we spent hours away. How's your bandages? Do you need to change them?"

"I'm fine. I just need something warm right now." The wind picked up to emphasis her point. Sebastian looked around and smiled. "Jameson's closed today, but I know the owners over there. Come on."

Fareeha followed him and she looked at the sign. It was just a picture of a teapot along with saying, Fresh Leaf. They entered and Fareeha felt warmth wash over her as Sebastian walked up. He rung up the bell and a lovely old man came out. "Ah Sebastian, welcome. Did you come here alone?"

"Nah, I got a friend here today and she wanted something warm." He gestured with his thumb at Fareeha, who waved politely. The old man nodded and picked up a hot pot of water. "Shall I give a variety blend?"

"Yes, please." He led them to their table where Fareeha sat across Sebastian with a thankful look. It was warm in here and the cold was quite bothersome here. The old man put down two cups and Sebastian poured himself a cup.

"The place is quite the hotspot during the afternoons and early evenings. Plus the owner knows his tea. So what do you want?"

""Hm, I don't know. Why don't you surprise me?"

"Really?" He chuckled. "You did choose the place. I'm sure you know a good few combinations." The tray was put down as Sebastian smirked at her. "Fine. I think I can fill in a request."

She passed her cup over as he picked a few leaves. He grabbed the bowl and grounded them up. Fareeha watched him swirl and grind the leaves to tiny pieces before wrapping them in a filter. He placed it in the water and let the pack sink to the bottom. She smelled mint and felt her mouth water slightly.

After ten minutes, Sebastian pushed her cup towards her and waved his hand. "And the treater said, "Let there be tea!"." He laughed. She let out a small laugh before lifting the cup to her lips. The tea was delicious. Minty along with a hint of black raspberry leaves. She put it down with satisfaction. Sebastian was already drinking his own cup as he smirked.

"Quite good wouldn't you say."

"It is. Though I think my mother would be a true taste tester." He eyes glinted at the challenge and took another sip. "I hope so. I've spent a good amount of winter in this place and tried out a few combinations. Maybe next time you're in town, you can bring a few friends here. Perhaps Angela would like it."

"She might, but I like that's just us." Fareeha felt her cheeks warm up as Sebastian tilted his head. "I mean this was nice and it wouldn't hurt if I came in again with you. Nothing to…"

"Fareeha." She stopped and saw his blank stare. "I've been meaning to ask, but did you know me as well?"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, did you know Noah? Angela mentioned you when we had our little conversation last night and I wanted to know how well we were. Were we friends?"

Fareeha stared at her cup of tea and sighed. "We were friends. You were training partner and you got along quite well with everybody. You were greatly missed." It was hard to imagine she would be see him again, much less have tea with him without something blowing up around them. Sebastian looked at his cup and swirled around its contents.

"That's a shame. If I got to hang out with you, I wish I could remember that." She looked at her own cup and felt awkward. "It's fine. You're not Noah, you're different. And that's alright."

"Don't you miss Noah?" Sebastian asked. "Of course, but I won't let the past dictate how I act with my friend." Sebastian smiled at that and took another sip. He put down his cup and refilled it with more hot water. "So since we're on Noah, did I have any girlfriends?"

"PFT!" Fareeha almost choked on her tea when he asked that. "I mean if I did have any wouldn't it be just that I go talk to them."

"How do you jump from that!" Fareeha asked flustered. Sebastian noticed and leaned forward. "Oh so I did have one! Who was it?"

Fareeha flashed back to Burr's revealing fact, Angela's confession, and their kiss at the Talon fortress. She grew red and quickly gulped down the rest of the tea to not talk about. Sebastian had his head tilted at why she was avoiding the topic. "Aw come on, if I...wait did I have a boyfriend instead!"

This time Fareeha choked on her tea and hit her chest hard. "Wow I didn't know I swung that way. Did the amnesia change who I'm into?" He pondered on that while Fareeha continued to pound her chest to clear the hot beverage. "Were they hot?"

"Why are you asking these questions?" Fareeha coughed out. Sebastian laughed hard as he tried to compose himself. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but your reactions are priceless! I didn't mean to do that, but it was worth it."

She crossed her arms. "I almost died thanks to you." Sebastian calmed himself and wiped a tear away. "And I would've saved you." She blushed at that when an image of Noah sat next to Sebastian. The image caught her off guard as she dropped her guard.

Sebastian smiled at her softly as did Noah and the two relaxed. Fareeha shook her head and Noah was gone. Yet his smile was still there. Fareeha let out the air in her lungs and felt better than she ever did in the past year. That smile still lived on. It was more than enough.

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"So how are you holding up?" Aryt asked on the phone. "How do you think?" He sighed as he sharpened his knife. "Look Aryll, I'm working hard. Once I get this job done, I'm sure they'll let you go."

"Mmhm." Aryt rubbed his his messy black hair and put the phone down before bringing it up. "Please just trust me. I'm doing my best."

"I'm sorry. You're time's up. Please hang up." A mechancial voice stated. Aryt did and tossed the phone on the bed. The door opened behind him as he turned around with his knife at the ready. "Easy Aryt. It's just me."

"Symmetra." The engineer walked in and a second woman walked in. His eyes narrowed. "Moonlark or rather Angel. What brings you here?" The stoic woman looked at Symmetra and the Indian woman shook her head.

"Gideon's orders. Since your disastrous attempt at killing Ziegler, he's seen to that you now have a partner. Particularly one who can get the job done." Aryt stared at Moonlark. "It's better that you do. If you wish to be done with us, use our best."

"A bit strange that a company would have their own Black Ops." Moonlark hardened her gaze as Symmetra tried her best not to facepalm. "Just don't kill each other. You know your job. Get it done."

She left the two alone as Angel and Aryt continued to stare at each other. After a moment the ice broke. "So I heard about your failure at taking out Ziegler and Amari. Any reason?"

Aryt remembered the man who rode in at the wrong moment. He underestimated his fighting ability and didn't expect to be beaten with a cane.

"I suggest you leave." He said.

"Excuse me, but you're hurting these two women! Don't you think that's a little cause of concern." Aryt glared at the man before pointing out his gun. "Don't you-ACK!"

The stranger smacked his gun out of his hand and smacked him in the throat. He saw the stranger pull an object out and extend it. Aryt raised his arm and caught the blow. It hurt, but he slid his foot behind the stranger and tripped him.

The stranger grabbed his discarded gun and pointed it at Aryt. "Put it down asshole." Aryt said. He reached forward and grabbed his wrist, gunshots rang through the air. Aryt grabbed his arm and tried subduing him. The stranger grabbed his baton and hit Aryt's neck. Surprised, the roles reversed as Aryt shielded himself. The stranger struck a few blows before Aryt threw a portable portal. He kicked off his enemy and stood up. He rubbed his arm and walked back.

The stranger looked at him and Aryt growled before disappearing. If it were to continue things would get messy and messy wasn't needed.

"Unexpected annoyances." Aryt replied. "If that's the case then I don't know how you're gonna take care of Ziegler during the ball."

Angel walked toward the window. "It's shame too. I used to love Overwatch. It would be a shame for the doctor togo under." Aryt walked toward the door. "Well get over it. Gideon asked for the doctor. Then he'll get the doctor.." Angel sighed before hardening her cold eyes.

"Let's just hope that annoyance doesn't return." Aryt left the room as Angel played with the pendant on her choker. The symbol of Vishkar hung between her fingers as she imagined the angelic figure of Ziegler standing before her. "It's just business."

Meanwhile Gideon straightened his tie and cracked his neck. He made sure everything was in place. He began to cough hard before covering his mouth. The CEO pulled back his hand and saw the blood splattered over his palm. Gideon didn't react and simply grabbed a wipe.

Throwing the bloody wipe away, he left his office and into the elevator. All the while, Symmetra was on the phone. "We've been looking into it, but there the intruder hasn't been found,"

"Then obviously I might need a new team to look into the case. The intruder was this close to finding out our little secret. Take note, if I go down this company will go down. Everything will have been for nothing if this becomes a scandal."

"...yes sir. I will double security until we can find out the intruder." Gideon hung up on her and the elevator doors opened. His footsteps echoed through the chamber as at the end of the room was bright light. He stopped in front of the light and pressed a hand against the glass. A clawed hand on the other side punched the glass, but it didn't crack. "Good evening Reaper. I take it you're enjoying your stay under our custody."

Reaper could barely hold one form as he was just a black cloud with an outline of body there. "Free. Me." Gideon ticked his tongue and waved his finger in front of the glass. "Not yet. You see, you are gonna be my silver bullet. My coup de grace so to say. I must say you look fine for a monster crushed under tons of rubble."

"I'll. Kill. You." Reaper punctuated. "Do you have any idea, how many people want me dead? Tons of people want me dead even...Burr." Reaper punched the glass again as Gideon chuckled. "Struck a nerve."

"I. Hope. He. Gets. You. If. Not. Then. Death. Will. Be. Crueler." Reaper proclaimed. The CEO yawned and pulled out a syringe filled with black. "You know, you're so lucky. Immortality is right there in your very being and you waste it being a puppet. When the doctor's here, we'll fix that."

"You. Ask. For. A. Curse." Reaper said. Gideon looked at the syringe and pointed it a Reaper. "This is quite curse then. And all it cost is one death. That seems fair. Now get some rest and when she arrives be ready for a reunion. Until then." Reaper hit the glass one more time before dissipating into the black cloud that was before. Gideon took a moment to breath before walking back into the elevator.

"Burr won't kill me. No one will be able to kill me once I get the doctor."

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Sombra looked at the screen and her eyes narrowed. She put it away as Angela came into the room. "Aren't you suppose to be resting?"

"Fareeha's not back so I won't rest until she's returned with Sebastian." Sombra chuckled. "Such a fast change since yesterday. What changed?"

"Priorities." Sombra walked past Angela and held up the spying equipment. "You were planning your mission."

"What? How did you get those?" Sombra tossed them back. "You're gonna need someone who's gonna watch your back at the ball. Don't worry I'll be quiet."

"I-" Sombra pulled up multiple screens and Angela found one at the Overwatch base. Genji and Lena were sparring while Zenyatta meditated, McCree was writing, Junkrat and Roadhog were raiding the fridge, and Winston was planning the next few missions. "As you can see I got eyes and ears everywhere. And that ball will be no exception especially since I have one of my more powerful friends going."

"What do you want?" Angela asked. Sombra looked at her and pulled up the Vishkar building. "Answers. And lots of them."

Angela saw the picture of Gideon Silverstone and looked at her equipment. "Trust me I was gonna do this without your knowledge, but I want to make sure we got a good trust going on here before I do something reckless."

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...did you guys know that my AU of this now an arc in Nameless2000's Copilot? That's awesome! Check it out they got the first chapter out and I thinks it's going to be great. Anyways I've been given another OC from LunaRose2468 so thank you. Also how will things play out? What's Sombra looking for and how will Sebastian return to Noah? I dunno, but I'm sure we'll find our soon enough. It's nice to leave a comment on predictions or shipping or simple comments. So until then I'll see you guys later in the next chapter. Ciao!