Smoke puffed out Gideon's mouth as the CEO was letting the pain medication begin to wear off. He was given a choice to surgically fix the scar, but he refused. Not now, not yet. There had to be hell to pay for and the subject was Noah Bastian.

"Dead my ass." Change up his clothes, give him glasses, and a little scar on his cheek didn't change anything. It was the same child that annoyed him way back when. Burr played his cards good and he couldn't help, but admit it was a good move.

Credit to where credit's due. There was a knock on the door and Gideon got up and opened it. Symmetra stood there. "Ah Sayta. How nice of you to join me."

"How goes your recovery?"

"A casual approach? How unexpected. Are you trying to catch me off guard and forget what you did."

"Sir…"

Gideon raised his hand. Symmetra went silent as he approached her. His imposing presence seemed more menacing than ever. "I trusted everything was going according to plan."

"Sir with all due respect it was." Gideon raised up a finger and security footage showed Sebastian talking to Symmetra and the woman gesturing toward Gideon and the others. "Oh really. You know I only kept you here since you were the only person to ever strike fear in Burr's heart. And I seen what you did to him and Noah before. Truly a brutal experience. Loved how you almost blew his arm off."

Symmetra flinched. That was a brutal ending to their fight, but she never intended on such damaging results. "And now what I have here is video evidence of you pointing to an enemy where I was. In most regards this is a clear indication of treason."

"I forgot what he looked like."

"Bullshit." He zoomed in on her expression and focused on the questioning look on her face. "You recognized him and sent him over."

"He wasn't the same! I remember a cocky, undisciplined, rude man. That's who I almost killed." Gideon arched an eyebrow at how she moved. "There was something different. He didn't act the same and he was genuinely sincere about not knowing who Burr was."

"..." Gideon looked at the footage and studied their body language. Her words rung true and he sighed. "Perhaps you're right. This Noah seems rather different from who I remember. Still he took down Moonlark and foiled our attempt to bring in Mercy. Someone's going to pay for this until I have Bastian and Burr by the throat."

"Sir." Symmetra warned. His eyes gazed over her when he pressed a button. The two waited a few seconds before the ground shook. Symmetra looked out the window to see a massive cloud of dust and debris rise from the earth. "What did you do!"

"There was a building that was in my way of the view. I'd say it's a much better view now. Don't you think."

"How many innocents were in there?!" Gideon shrugged. "None...I think. First responders with gather the data and then we'll find out." Symmetra turned to him. "What is wrong with you?!"

"I'm pissed. And don't worry. I'll send a relief check for those who were hurt and convert the empty space to another facility for the homeless."

"You think that'll fix everything?" Symmetra questioned. Gideon sneered. "Of course and it'll be good press. I can shift the blame to either Omnic extremists or any of the leftover pockets of Talon soldiers. Easy enough to plant the evidence for that."

She growled at him. Gideon took a step closer to her and looked down at the architect. "Relax I had weeks to make sure that building would come down for weeks. Besides it only went down a day ahead of schedule due to your error. Would you prefer I take out my aggression on YOU!"

A metal tendril hit Symmetra and slammed her against the wall. The metal moved around and bind itself to the wall. Gideon looked at his outstretched arm and waved his other hand. Another tendril flew across the room and formed a sharp needle. The tip of it pressed against her visor and cracked the glass. Symmetra felt cold fear grip her as Gideon approached.

"I like you Symmetra. A very promising individual that stands among others. One with ideals and works through the practical needs. A needed asset in this banal world. However I will not tolerate second guessing. Am I understood?" She grunted as the needle pushed a bit more. "Symmetra."

"Understood." She said through her gritted teeth. Gideon nodded and the metal tendrils and dropped her. She rubbed her sore chest as Gideon patted her on the back. "Thanks for having my back. Now talk to Aryt and Moonlark. Plan your next move."

The architect briskly walked over to the door and slammed the door shut as Gideon rolled back the tendrils. "It's so hard to find good help these days." He went over to his desk and pulled out a photo. It was of him and a woman standing looking professional.

"Katrina, she's just like you. Although I hope she doesn't turn out to be a fool like you." He unhooked the back end and pulled out a formula sheet from behind the photo. "A fool who managed to turn the tide, created the ultimate weapon, and was used against her own son. I hate your boys with a passion, but I can't help respecting what impact you've had on them. We could've been great together."

Symmetra walked down to the halls and stopped to look out the window. The pluming smoke of the distant building rose high in the sky. Symmetra turned her back on it.

A few minutes later she was where the training hall was. Numerous private security guards were there, but there seemed to be a ring of them around. There were screaming and calls for blood. Symmetra cringed at the disorder and walked through. Just as she approached, part of the crowd moved as they seemed to have caught someone.

"Damn she's pissed."

"Why wouldn't she be? The woman's our best and she found herself waking up on the floor with a headache. I wouldn't blame her beating out some aggression." Symmetra's eyes narrowed as she walked through the crowd and pushed them aside. In the middle of the ring, Angel stood with her arm latching around one guy and her foot on top of another. She threw the first guy off and kicked the second away.

"Who else wants some?" The crowd of men, women, and omnic looked at each other nervously as Symmetra stepped. "Moonlark enough of this." She walked over and grabbed her shoulder. "I said enough!"

The assassin didn't register hearing her superior and grabbed Symmetra's hand. The architect lifted her prosthetic arm to stop the next blow and twist Moonlark to the ground. Her anger was making her sloppy. Still skilled enough to take on many men, but still sloppy. Symmetra stopped her struggling and lifted her up.

"With me, now!" She turned to the rest. "As for the rest of you, get back to work!" The crowd dissipated as Angel sat on the floor letting out huffs of frustration. Symmetra looked at her. "Aryt?"

"Here." She turned and saw the second assassin with a split lip. "What happened to you?"

"The crowd gathered after Moonlark knocked me on my ass. Tell her Angel." The colored eyes of his training partner would bore holes into his head if it wasn't impossible. Symmetra sighed. "We need to talk about last night."

"What's there to talk about? We fought Overwatch agents and loss." Angel said. "That's not all, they got the boss."

"Oh no. Like we should give a damn." Aryt replied. "It's a reflection of our work and surprise we did a shitty job."

"Says you. I'm not the one who let Noah Bastian get to Gideon." Angel growled. "And engaging Amari was the oh so smart idea. I bet she flattened your ass in two seconds tops."

Aryt growled and walk closer. "Oh you got some fucking nerve-" A blue beam went between them and the assassins jumped into a ready stance. "When I say enough, it means enough. We all messed up last night and in turn we failed to protect the CEO from the outrageous attack."

"But we can do better. If we find Bastian I can easily put a bullet between his eyes."

"That's a serious murder boner you got for him." She looked at Aryt with disdain. "I intend on getting even for that humiliation. I'm better than most of you and yet I got flattened by some fucking nobody!"

"He's not nobody." Symmetra argued. The two looked at her. "Obviously we need to study your opponent and right now you need to know who Noah Bastian is."

"A pain in the ass."/"A shit author." Symmetra and Angel looked at him. He shrugged. "He said he was, but if that's a lie then he probably sucks at writing."

Symmetra almost facepalmed before explaining. "Noah Bastian is the former partner to Overwatch's co-leader Lawrence Burr. On many accounts the two are seen as equals. Two professional thief that managed to break into one of most highly valued security areas and he was one of them."

The two assassins looked surprised by the exposition. "I fought him myself and back then I didn't consider him much. Especially after I almost blasted off his arm." Now all their attention was on her.

"He disappeared after that, but recently some reports from both America and Egypt came up. In America, the Deadlock gang experienced massive casualties. Footage reveals Genji Shimada and Jesse McCree, but a good chunk came from Noah."

Angel looked at her fight with him. It seemed to make more sense why they fought evenly. How could one such as him attain skills like that? "You said he was equals with Burr. How strong is Burr?"

Symmetra racked her mind to when overlooking their files. Several eye witness accounts from former criminal bosses were there, but one phrase from a captured Talon agent stuck out. "Similar to Gerard Lacroix."

That sealed the deal. The two now looked back at who they encountered. Aryt remembered seeing Burr taking on Gideon. The way he commanded Widowmaker and the strength he could almost feel now had a standard. Angel now didn't feel too bad about her loss now. It made more sense. Her opponent was a worthy one. One not to be trifled with so lightly.

"We need to be more prepared. They, especially Noah, are master combat pragmatist. Any weakness you show will be exploited. So from this point on fight smarter. Gideon is reevaluating his strategy on what to do and when he's ready you need to be to." The two nodded as Symmetra left them to their own devices.

As she walked through the halls, the eyes of Noah came in and she saw the innocence behind them. There was no way it was really him. She's sending another innocent to their grave. But orders were orders and Overwatch was in the way of the true goal of Vishkar. Whether it be put through the perverse hands of Gideon or the ruthless council of directors, it was going to be worth it in the end for everybody. Hopefully.

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Everyone froze as the blade stopped short of her chest as a rifle caught the blade before it could move another inch forward. Ana grunted as she stopped the blade from piercing Widow's heart. She pushed Sebastian off before firing a sleeping dart into his neck. The fury immediately dissipated and the look of regret on his face was clear as day. Before he could say anything, the effects took over and he fell to the floor with a thud.

"Not the reaction any of us expected." Ana said. "Widow, are you alright?" The assassin looked at Sebastian and the guilt returned. But she hid her emotions and nodded. Burr ran over and knelt down.

"Jesus, what the hell was that?" Angela groaned and pointed at Ana. Ana knew what she was asking for and shot a healing syringe. The doctor winced at the sting before feeling the nanites purge whatever ailments were. The Swiss woman let out a sigh of relief at the moment her strength came back. "Thank you Ana."

"You're welcome." The elderly woman said. Angela took a look at Widowmaker and then to Sebastian. "We need to talk."

"Not here." Burr said. The commotion was caught on by other on lookers. Some had their cameras out, but Sombra waved her hand and the videos were gone. "I'll bring in a drop ship. Angela, make sure you're alright. Fareeha, I want you and Ana to ensure no one else comes. As for everyone else, prepare transport to the extraction point."

He looked at Sombra and Sebastian. "You are helping me with him." Everyone nodded at the orders and dispersed. Burr looked over his unconscious friend and lifted him up. He looked at Sombra and the Spanish hacker waved at him awkwardly. "Um, you so I guess you"

"You and me will have this talk later. Just help me out here." Sombra could see the joy melt off. He picked up Sebastian and looked at him. "Jesus, what happened to you buddy?" He didn't expect an answer and walked out with Sombra following in tow.

The two walked over and Sombra pulled out Sebastian's phone. "He's going to want this on him."

"Of course." Sombra pressed the code on the phone and the two turned to see the motorcycle drive up and slide up next to them. "Shall we?" The two got on and put Sebastian between them. They drove out of town and the buildings were slowly replaced with the treelines. The colorful spring colors and the minimal sunlight shining through the dark brushes of the leaves.

Burr kept his focus on the dirt road and followed where the dropship was flying. It was risky to see Noah extracted from a local hotel. They had to do this quietly. Away from the people. Sombra held onto Sebastian as they drove through the forest.

"Come on Sombra. It's fully functional." Sebastian said as he laid down the wrench. The hacker looked at the bike. "No offense have you even rode a motorcycle."

"Not as far as I can remember." She winced. "But perfect time as any to learn. Besides I'm a little tired of walking down to my favorite spot in the woods. This baby will make it so much easier."

"And when you run out of fuel?"

"That energy core you use for the translocators are potent enough. Not to mention clean, so no pollution while we're at it." She looked at him weirdly before walking over. "Oh I don't know. How do I know you won't just leave me for someone else?"

Sebastian scoffed at that remark. "Oh come on. Are you seriously jealous of Jameson?"

"I'm not jealous of the man." Sombra smacked his shoulder playfully. "I'm just saying you might leave me for some girl that carries big promises."

"Yeah right. Sombra, I don't imagine that happening for a long time. I already got you and...that's enough." He gave a sincere smile and Sombra returned it. It's been about a year since he woke up and now with how things are running, it seems there is no hope for his memory.

Despite her best efforts, Overwatch didn't ring any bells. Perhaps maybe...Sombra stopped and shook her head. Now wasn't the time for that. She still had plenty of jobs to do, governments to blackmail, Volskaya ensuring her flow of funds don't stop, and making sure any leftover Talon members don't try anything funny with trying to find her.

"And done. Here let's give this baby a try." Sebastian mounted the cycle and fired it up. It hummed smoothly as the two looked at it in amazement. "Oh hell yeah! I fucking told you I could do it!"

"Yes it seems my regimen has finally taught you how to repair machines." Sebastian rolled his eyes. He patted the seat next to him. "Here hop on."

"I'm not getting on that with you."

"Pft, coward." She gave him a challenging look before hopping on. "I'm not a coward."

"Course you're not." Sebastian revved up the engine before the two went flying out of the barn. The wheels hit the ground and they went far.

Sombra wrapped her arms around his torso and the two drove on. Sebastian seemed to be a natural on the vehicle as he drove it with excellent precision. The two drove through the woods and took in the sights before Sebastian stopped at a nearby clearing.

"We're here." Burr said. Sombra snapped out and looked to see Sebastian still unconscious. They were in a different clearing with an Overwatch drop ship at the ready. Tracer saw them and waved them down. Burr waved back and the they drove down.

The Brit blinked next to them. "Whoa, nice ride! Burr, when'd you get this?"

"It's Noah's. I need to help me hook it up for extraction." Sombra got off and McCree walked. "'Scuse me darling. Mind if I help you hold him?" She looked at him with a small smile. "Eh sure Joel."

"Jesse."

"Sure." Sombra replied. McCree lifted Sebastian off the bike as they waited for the others to come. McCree placed Sebastian on the chair and strapped him in.

"Gotta say it's nice the guy's still kicking after all these years. Though it was a bit excessive seeming him trying to kill-"

"Me." Widowmaker said. Sombra and McCree looked at her as the French woman looked at Noah. "I didn't think he'd attack you Widow. By the way, it's nice to see you again."

"To you as well. You disappeared before the attack on Talon and after you helped me. You made me wonder where you were in all the chaos."

"What?!" Sombra expressed with joy. "You were worried for me? I knew one day you'd feel something for me." Widowmaker rolled her eyes. "I wondered. Not worried."

"Doesn't matter. I knew you'd be thankful for me though. I see you're more relaxed these days. I take it Burr took his sweet time making sure you were." Widow blushed. "What happens between me and Burr is our business."

"You know she's the reason most of the time why Burr has his days off. And why he always come to me for some drinks afterwards." The two giggled at the implications as Widowmaker gave them a cold glare. "Jesse, I will not tolerate you giving this information to her."

"Like I need his confirmation." Sombra said. McCree snickered as Widow felt her frustration reach her peak. Before things could get anymore wild, Tracer popped in. "Alright strapped in the bike. Gotta say that buggers a little hard to tie up."

"Where's Burr?" Tracer pointed with her thumb at Burr talking to the newly arrived Amaris and Angela. They were having a discussion as Fareeha supported Angela with holding her up. "Ange's got to examine the effects of whatever got her."

McCree lowered the tip of his hat. "Damn shame none of there could get to her in time."

Sombra looked at the unconscious Sebastian. "Well luckily we had him do that for us." Tracer turned to see Sebastian strapped and smiled sadly. "Any reason why he was so crazy at killing you."

"Is there a reason you need to know, cherie?" Widowmaker asked. "Guess not. After all you didn't have the most stable relationship. You did beat the living shite out of him before attempting to blow him up."

"Burr put me in a bad mood." She replied. Tracer shrugged. "I'm just glad he's alive. Honestly I didn't think he'd survive."

"How did he survive? We all saw the mountain fall on him." Sombra stepped up. "A good story for the ride." The three looked at her. "You know?"

"Who else has been taking care of him these past years?" She said. The three agreed with her as Burr was continuing his conversation with the other three. Ana nodded in understanding as Fareeha and Angela were baffled to say the least. "Restricted? Burr, what the hell is with that notion?!"

"You misunderstand. Right now if what you say is correct, then I can't allow you two to pamper my boy when you're needed elsewhere. Angela, you're his doctor so it won't apply to you as much. But Fareeha-"

"There's no reason for me not to be by his side. Burr, this is ridiculous."

"No I need you for missions against the illegal extortions and labor camps Vishkar has placed up. The Corporation uses many fronts so not to draw attention. Once we find these camps, I want you and several others to liberate them. I'm not saying you can't see Noah, but I need you to focus on the task at hand. Because if Gideon gets his way, Noah will be one of the most wanted men on Earth."

The group looked at dropship and Burr sighed. "And that is why I'm assigning Ana to be the main overseer of his recovery and training. Training is only to his consent however. I won't force him to fight for us." Burr remembered forcing him back into this life. He didn't want to screw it up like last time.

"Be that as it may, you can't just…" Burr stopped her. "I didn't mean to word it like that. I just want you to know that you will not watch over Noah with an all seeing eye. I trust he's capable to handle himself despite what the circumstances are."

"And Fareeha I will make sure he'll be fine when you're gone. Your friend is under good hands." Ana said. Fareeha sighed and let it go for now. Right now Gibraltar sounded relaxing at the moment. Burr turned around and waved at the others. "Alright let's get going!"

The ship lifted off into the air and took off at high speeds.

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The room was dark red with pollen, flowers, and strange landscapes colored pink, purple, and light red covered the area. Sebastian sat on one of the large rocks staring blankly at the never ending horizon. His eyes were blank.

Who does she think she is? Sebastian didn't turn around as Noah sat down next to him. What right does Ana think she has that can stop us from taking care of Widowmaker.

"You were going to kill her."

So?

"We've never killed before!" Noah raised an eyebrow. You've killed before. Even without your memories, you know in your heart you've killed before. So don't go acting self righteous around me.

"I never wanted to kill. Even with the assassins."

The only reason you didn't stab Moonlark through the throat was because she hit your shoulder. The only reason you didn't kill Gideon was because Angela was in trouble. You were going to kill them.

"It wouldn't be like that."

Sure maybe in self defense for Moonlark, but Gideon. You relished the moment you sliced his face open. Noah's form returned to the contorted mess it was before. No rogue Omnics, no punks you can whip at, you had intent. That blade cut through real flesh and blood. And admit it, it was satisfying.

"..." Sebastian kept staring into the dark red void. How much longer can you take it? Sombra can't protect you now, you're a wanted man. Everyone's going to want a piece of you and all because you cared too much for your friends.

"You would've save them in a heartbeat too! Don't act like I fucked up alone! You could've stopped me!" Noah grinned wickedly. If that makes it easier to believe yourself. But who are you trying to convince? Me, myself, or I?

Sebastian clenched his fists. "Why the hell does everyone miss you? From the looks of it, I'm a better replacement."

Now that hurts, but amusing. Noah stood up and placed his hands on his shoulders. Sebastian, I was once happy. The life we lived before Burr returned was one we had sought for years. And when he came, all the pain, the suffering, the prices we paid led to this! Our home was destroyed. The only sanctuary we built after years of danger was up in flames. And all because of him.

"You're wrong!"

Oh something you know that I don't. Sebastian looked away again. That's right, you don't know Burr. He's the reason you exist. The reason why you're in my shadow. The reason why they look at you hoping for a glimpse of me. You exist as his mistake as his failure. You're not even a man. Just a phantom!

Sebastian gritted his teeth. "You...you are the phantom. You don't exist in the real world."

When Fareeha looked at you, who was she seeing? Was it Sebastian, the man who saved her life and gave her soup? Or was it Noah, the man who she fell in love with. Her precious friend, her training partner, the one who stole her heart. Does Angela see the same thing?

"I'm more than that." Sebastian replied.

You want your memories back. Not to justify who you are, but to see what they see. Because deep down, you feel like scum. A useless morsel. You want to see something that doesn't make you think you're a burden to those around you. I think your "rescue" attempt speaks volumes of what you are to them. Sombra's reactions are not that to follow.

Sebastian clutched his head. This was going on for too long. By now Noah was monstrous. He knew deep down he wasn't like this. This was something else. Something posing as his former self. Sebastian could tell that Noah was someone people liked, trusted, loved. He wasn't disrespectful, belittling, or malicious. It wasn't him. It wasn't him! IT WASN'T HIM! A shining light broke through and the two sides of the coin looked up at the brightness coming from above.

His eyes fluttered and Sebastian found himself strapped to a chair. However it was away from the other passengers. "Noah. Noah!"

He looked across and found Burr staring at him. "I trust you won't attack my girlfriend once we land right?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. And my name's not Noah." Burr looked at him sadly. "I know. Angela told me." He reached down and pulled up a cooler. "I thought when I saw you again, we'd share this. A little celebration gift for your survival."

He pulled out a bottle of bourbon and Sebastian laughed. It was his favorite. "Sorry you don't get to have-" Burr uncorked the bottle and poured into two flasks. "Pft are you kidding? If you think I'm bringing cold bourbon and in light of this more...harsh news I'm not going to drink. You're wrong. Besides, you said it was your favorite."

Burr held out the flask and Sebastian reached for it. The two clinked flasks and took a deep swig. The burning sensation was nice and relaxed Sebastian more. Especially after his trippy dream. "I'd never thought have a drink with you again until last night."

"You know my story." Sebastian said. Burr nodded. "Mountain breaks down, car chase around said mountain, a hard blow to the head, and an almost year long recovery before living out in empty land with Sombra. Is that right?"

"Right on the nail, Mr. Burr."

"Just call me Burr. I'm afraid formal speaking is not my strong suit when it comes to my friends. You are my friend right."

"If you get me Bourbon despite the fact I almost killed someone, then you're either my friend or a complete fool."

"A foolish friend I'll be." Burr said. "Look, I know it's a bit rough and unexpected, but I need to borrow Angela and Fareeha for some more missions. So they won't be around you as often as you'd like."

"Is Angela-"

Burr nodded. "She's fine. Don't worry about her. I think in some ways it's almost impossible to keep the doctor down. However I hope you don't mind assisting the elderly. I want to know if you want Ana Amari as your main supporter until we deal with business here."

Sebastian thought about it. "Is there anyone else?"

"No, I've actually ran Ana around too long. I think she gets a little tired of my constant orders. Besides it'd be nice to offer her a break."

"So you got her a babysitting job." Burr chuckled. "If you act like one then yes. Otherwise, she will show you around base and give you small jobs to work on. If not you can train, but that's within your consent."

"Train...with Ana Amari? Are you kidding me that sounds so cool! I never thought she would be giving me lessons!" Burr was slightly taken back by the upbeat attitude. It must've been the bourbon. The two took a few more sips as Sebastian felt the buzz in his head. "Will you be there?"

"Hm?"

"Will you be there to help with my…" Sebastian paused.

"Amnesia?" Burr whispered. Sebastian nodded. The two were stuck in silence before Burr reached over and hugged him. "I'll help. God knows I'm going to fucking help you."

The two stayed silent for the rest of the trip before Burr puts away the alcohol. "I need to get to work, but hey I'll be around." He closed the door and sighed sadly. McCree and Tracer saw his expression and walked up to him.

"For now just call him Sebastian. I know it'll be strange, but McCree I need you to pass the news on before we get there. They need to know or it's going to be awkward for everyone. Tracer get him ready to leave. Fareeha and Sombra looked at them before turning to each other. Burr walked up to Sombra. "You're coming with me."

"So forceful. Okay I know what to do." Burr rolled his eyes as they approached Gibraltar. Tracer enters the room and sees Sebastian. "Hey pal!"

"Tracer." He says with a smile. "So I know you may have known me in the past, but-"

"I heard." She said. He closed his mouth before thinking of another sentence. "So what do you think?"

"Glad that you're alive." Sebastian felt oddly warm at the compliment. Tracer's energy and bubbly nature was an infectious one. And despite standing before one of her closest friends, the Brit acted as if they met just last week. The two feel the ship slow down and come to a descent.

Sebastian unfastened himself as Tracer patted him on the shoulder. "You ready for this luv?"

"I think so?" Tracer laughed. He still had that remarkable questioning look on his face. "Good enough."

Tracer opens the door. Sebastian walks out as the rest of the Overwatch agents pour out. "Luv, welcome to Gibraltar! Or should I say welcome back home." Sebastian loved Tracer's energy and enthusiasm. 'Welcome back home,' doesn't sound untrue. He turned to see Noah looking at Tracer with a hint of a sad smile.

You energetic fool. Don't you know it's worthless.

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*Next Time

"You wish for tranquillity?" Zenyatta asked.

"Yes."

The Omnic looked at him. "The discord within in you is most troubling. Perhaps it is best I help you or else this will just consume you."

"Please show me the way." He pleaded. Zenyatta studied him. "It's as of Genji has given you his lines during your training sessions. Very well, with me you can proceed without fear."

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Two chapters in one week? Hell yeah I'm on a roll today! I need dem reviews! I read to see if I'm doing a good job or to hear what you want or think. I just love hearing from you guys! Anyways remember I have an ask fic where you can interact with Noah and Burr.

Anyways I'll see you in the next chapter. Ciao!