Darkness was placed on the edge of her vision as Satya tried gaining some focus. It wasn't helping that her side felt inflamed. She turned her head and saw Sombra on the phone.

"Shit, that really happened? Did she kick your ass?" She saw the worry on Sombra's face and the fake smile as if the person on the phone could see her expression. "Look I'm...a little busy, but don't worry your little head. I'll be on my way soon enough."

Sombra paused and she could almost see a blush. "Of course I'll be safe. I'll see you then. Bye Noah." Satya turned her head back as she heard the click. The hacker sighed hard and turned to Satya. "Well how long have you been awake?"

"..." She turned her head as the hacker rolled her eyes. "Come on, I'm going to have to return with something. And whether or not you didn't want this to happen, it happened amiga."

Satya saw she was wearing a basic white t-shirt with black pants. Her eyes scanned the room and saw her dress with a huge bloodstain on the side. Sombra casually picked up a knife and dropped near Satya' head.

The engineer flinched at the sight of it and saw how red the blade was. Sombra watched her flinch at the sight of it. "It was a bit hard pulling it out with you squirming. And it was a bit hard to find an underground doctor."

Satya still didn't say a word as Sombra turned her back. "Shit, what the hell's been going on since I left?"

Sombra pulled up images from Vishkar and her eyes narrowed at seeing Gideon's return to the building. Her teeth grinded together as she saw he had prisoners too. And she could recognize each one.

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Gideon hopped off the transport and Arty saluted him. "Welcome back." Gideon grunted at him and walked off.

"Where's Satya?"

"Dead as you requested."

"Cause of death."

"Bleeding out. We believe scavengers took her body though for her prosthetic arm." Gideon stopped. Aryt didn't show it, but he could see the tenseness running through the CEO's body.

Gideon slowly turned around and took one threatening step. "So...no body."

"No sir." Aryt said calmly. Gideon chuckled slowly and took one more step. He raised a finger before Aryt could argue and sucker punched him across the face. Aryt fell to the floor with his jaw in serious pain.

"You think I'm an idiot?" Aryt spat out some blood as Gideon turned to the security detail. They stood still as Gideon picked up Aryt. The assassin stumbled with Gideon as he led them to an empty room. When the light illuminated, the blue light barely did anything to his angry face.

Aryt felt Gideon kick him hard in the groin and threw him on the ground. "Do you honestly take me for a fool?!"

Gideon slammed his foot on the small of Aryt's back. He groaned in pain as Gideon kept kicking him. "I know you and Moonlark cared for Symmetra. We exterminated the scavenger problem within this city. You spared her!"

One final kick on the chin made Aryt cough out more blood. "No...we did your bidding. I stabbed her."

"Stabbed. Not killed." Gideon moved Aryt to his back and put a foot on his chest. "There's a difference between being shot and dying for having a bullet embedded in your flesh. Stabbing a person doesn't kill them."

He pressed against his chest and Aryt felt it bend his ribcage. "Unless. You. Make. Sure!"

Aryt almost cried out in pain. Gideon breathed heavily. "If she's saved by an Overwatch operative, if she joins their ranks, we will have lost an asset and they would have gained one of our best operatives!"

"..." Aryt didn't answer back until Gideon pulled out his phone. "Lower her doses. Starve her as well."

"What're you doing?" Aryt asked fearfully. The CEO turned his eye towards the assassin and pulled him up. His phone screen projected several Vishkar guards pulling food and medicine away from his sister.

"A slow and agonizing reminder of what you can do." Aryt's eyes widened as he watched his sister's confusion turn to fear then to desperation.

"No! You'll kill her!"

"At a much slower pace, but yeah. The disease will gain more ground and kill her sooner if you continue not to do your job right." He pulled Aryt up. "Now go get fixed up, bring me either Overwatch or Satya's head, and get the fuck out of my sight."

He opened the door and saw Moonlark on the other end. She gulped nervously as Gideon tossed Aryt to him. He looked at her and pointed at Aryt. "Next time he'll suffer even more if you fail again."

Her eyes widened as Gideon moved past her and cleaned off some blood off his shoes. Moonlark lifted up Aryt as he tried to make himself stand up.

"I'll get you to help."

"We have to stop Overwatch."

"Aryt."

His eyes darted toward her as he mustered all determination in his eyes. "Not just Amari, but Bastian, Wilhelm, everyone! If they win then my sister is dead!"

Moonlark saw the desperation in his eyes and how he gripped her coat. He was like this because of her. It was her idea to let Symmetra have a fighting chance. And they didn't even know who saved her since when they checked the alley she trapped herself in, it was empty.

"Come on let's go."

"I blame Noah Bastian for this."

Moonlark raised an eyebrow at this and saw Aryt's expression. "If either of us killed him earlier Gideon wouldn't be reacting as he is. I'm sure we fucked up somewhere."

"Well when we get the chance, we'll kill him. And that should pacify Gideon to where he'll keep your sister alive." She wasn't the best at this, but this was her partner and neither could afford to mess it up. They could take on Widowmaker and Pharah, the rest should be easier.

Meanwhile Gideon travelled down to the lower levels of the building. His knuckles were sore and red from the scratches and blood. He glared at his fist and focused. The very cells began to replicate itself and repair the damage slowly.

"Not bad." His small grin fell off. "But not great either." He picked up some equipment from the case on the wall. And in a second the CEO was facing the electrical cage that contained Reaper. The figure was a puff of black smoke.

"Good day Reaper." The voltage simmered down and the black smoke slowly took shape.

"I like the scar." Reaper replied. Gideon stopped his hand from touching the scar across his face. "It actually looks like you finally got some action."

"The therapy Dr. Ziegler gave you is very remarkable. The...sensitivity to electricity is a nice touch to it. Though I plan to erase that touch."

"Are going to make me immune?" Gideon placed some gloves on and clenched his fists tightly. Sparks erupted and Gideon opened the door. Reaper fell out and before he could move, Gideon punched him hard with the electric gloves. The wraith fell to the ground as Gideon punctured his skin and withdrew more of his essence out.

Reaper didn't even get a chance to breath when a tendril erupted from the ground and smacked him back into the cage. "Not you. Me."

The mercenary growled like an animal when the doors opened. Beneath the mask, Reaper's eyes shown great surprise to see Burr there. "Ah, I remembered what you said about Burr and I was wondering how you'd react when I brought him."

Gideon picked Burr up by the scruff of his neck. "Say hello to Reaper."

Burr's eyes were glassy and he barely breathed. All he could do was mutter were sorrys. Gideon cupped Burr's chin and casually slapped him. He wasn't budging. "Great, now that we got this little detour of gloating out of the way I'd like to begin. Take Burr to the chamber and activate Protocol 4432. The sooner we have this going on, the sooner the previous plan can be changed to a distraction."

The guards obeyed. Gideon chuckled darkly as Reaper stood up. "By the way Akande asked for your presence."

"I take it I'm proclaimed permanently dead."

"Proclaimed until I have no need for you. Now enjoy your imprisonment." The cage lit up again and Reaper screamed in pain before becoming smoke again.

Ten minutes later Gideon was sitting down with papers sprawled over the desk. He floated his fingers just above his scar and breathed hard. The pain was still there and it really bothered him. Gideon picked up the phone and debated with the number that he had on speed dial.

The next thing he knew was that several rings were heard before hearing a voice on the other end. "Yes, how may we serve you?"

"I'd like to open a contract."

"Subject's name?"

"Noah Bastian."

"Price?"

"Eight million."

"Public or private?"

"Public."

The responder gave a small noise before Gideon was hearing typing. The entire process of calling for a hit was never one he was a fan of. Money was the only reason assassins would come out of the woodwork. Though if his plans did come to fruition then that eight million would still stay in his pocket. As for the public contract, this means that he is now a massive subject on the news. There would be no place to hide even if he was with Overwatch.

This wasn't a guarantee, but it was damn well close to one.

"Order has been completed. Thank you for this service, Mr. Silverstone."

"Hn." Contracts were always one of the few things Gideon didn't fall behind in the criminal world or rather in general. But this was one of the most effective ways to at least stop him from saving Burr. Their reputation as a team never went unheard and their accomplishments cements them as powerful enemies.

Throughout the digital world, word began to spread like wildfire. Fast, consuming, and everywhere. Noah's picture and price began to appear on many phones. Many were surprised to see this and others were interested.

One was working hard on new intel when the notification appeared. "Oh shit."

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Amélie stirred as she heard conversation. She tried getting as much sleep as she can, but it turns out that sleep wasn't that effective in a cold and lonely ward. Well that was until now. The French woman lifted her head and saw several more members being taken in.

She saw McCree and Lucio were disheveled with the cowboy sporting a black eye. Her eyes slowly moved and saw the junkers, Zarya, Hana, and even Reinhardt was moved there. Finally she turned to see Noah coming in and carrying Pharah fire man style.

"Angela, I'm serious."

"As am I Ana, but the result don't lie. There are nanobots in Fareeha's bloodstream! Aryt and Gideon must've injected her with this to undermine us. It makes better sense than Fareeha betraying us."

"I'm also sure you're right. It's just hard to see my child...turn against her allies." Amélie didn't say a word and tried looking for the other members. Surely such an emergency would call for Burr.

Noah sighed heavily and placed Fareeha on the bed. "Great not only is Burr, Winston and both our offensive members missing, we have an unstable Amari and a few members are fucking unconcious."

'What?' Amélie thought as she sat up. Her condition made the injuries pain feel more dull as she moved up. Lena blinked in and held a vial.

"Here you go Ange. I got those special nanobots you've been developing." Angela gave her thanks and walked over to Fareeha.

"Now Noah I need you to hold her down. These nanobots will result in unconscious movement." Noah did as he was told as Angela filled a syringe with the vial's contents. The French assassin watched the needle pierce Amari's skin and pushed the contents in. For a minute nothing happened until Fareeha's knee jerked up and hit Noah on the face.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" He held his cheek as McCree and Lena joined in holding her down. Fareeha struggled against their holds for about a minute as Ana watched with a cool mask to hide her worry.

Angela took a moment to cover any cuts from the glass with a salve. "It will only last one more minute. They need to shut down the enemy nanobots."

Fareeha's face was contorted under strain and McCree patted her forehead as he held her arm. Noah covered his cheek with his shoulder as he held a leg and an arm with Lena. The trio held her still until the movements stopped.

They finally let go of her as Fareeha's breathing calmed down. Noah sighed again and wiped his forehead. Amélie kept watching them before feeling a presence next to her. Zenyatta was floating next to her and moved his orbs over the unconscious members.

"This battle has been quite troubling." The Omnic didn't say anything afterwards. The assassin didn't know what to say and turned to Angela.

"Mercy."

Angela turned her eyes toward her and Amélie could see how her eyes reflected surprise and fear at her calling out. "What's happened? Where's everyone else?"

The doctor didn't answer for a second and took a deep breath. "Amélie for some time commands will come from Ana."

"What, wh-" She stopped. Her breath hitched as she remembered protocol that Winston and Burr developed. "Where's Winston? Where's Burr!"

Ana let her eye drift towards her predecessor's lover. "St. Martinique recently fell under the U.N's hazard control. The bomb went off and released a dangerous hallucinogen. We...we lost contact with the initial team."

The world seemed to shatter into a million tiny glass pieces as Amélie sat there frozen. Noah felt pity well up inside of him yet some part of him...delighted seeing that pain for some reason. He suppressed those feelings and faced Amélie.

"He's dead isn't he?"

"There's been no body found." Angela replied.

"He's dead isn't he!" Amélie shouted. The emotions welling inside of her finally for the first time in a long time overwhelmed her. "Don't lie to me that he's missing!"

Noah didn't reply. The investigation was put on hold as they realized themselves that the area was too dangerous to conduct such an investigation and this spat with Fareeha has definitely slowed them down. Not to mention the numerous explanations needed to be made to the other Overwatch members and Fareeha herself.

"I'm pretty sure he's not dead." Noah replied. Amélie gave a steely gaze and her anger overcame her guilt that she had with him. "What do you know?"

"There's no body. If those terrorists wanted to make a point they'd parade Burr's body like a trophy. The reaction would tell the world that Talon is back, but they haven't. You don't kill the king and not show off to your enemies."

Ana looked at him with small surprise as Amélie slowly withdrew. Her anger didn't leave her eyes, but the breathing was slowing down. The bedsheets were held tightly in her fists as she tried to process how this was going on.

"Now we are going to find him, but until then we need to keep a calm head. After we do find him, I will gladly let you put a bullet between the eyes of whoever did it. Deal?"

And everyone saw something that no one's ever managed to do with Widowmaker. A grin on her face grew slowly.

"That's the closest you've spoken my language." She replied. Noah gave a small grin back and walked out.

"Angela if...if Fareeha wakes up. Can you let me know? I need to make another call and a drink."

"I can help with drink." McCree stated. Noah chuckled slightly at that. Angela nodded.

"Once you're done I need you here to help me attend to the others. Understand?" Noah gave a silent yes and left.

A few minutes later, McCree popped open a bottle and poured two drinks in. Noah took off his eye gear and cleaned the glass as McCree put the glass down in front of him.

"Been a hell of day."

"Yeah...yeah." The two took a deep sip before putting it down. Noah pulled out his phone and hovered his finger over Sombra's contact number. However before he could click it, a few news notification popped up. Missed calls and a bounty.

Even as Sebastian, he knew about Sombra's ties with the underworld and had his phone covered to where it will receive notifications for any new contracts.

"Oh." Noah said as he saw a picture of himself. McCree looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "Shit, eight million dollars?"

"Somebody ordered a hit." Noah whispered. "On me."

His phone rang again as McCree poured him another drink. The gunslinger wasn't saying anything yet. His friend needed to process this first. Noah answered it and heard Sombra.

-Where are you?-

"Gibraltar."

-Oh thank God. Look you should know there's a hit on you. It's too dangerous for you to leave.-

Noah didn't even register anything till the last bit. "No, I gotta help the others find the missing strike team."

-...I'm sorry, what? I recall there's a bounty on your head.-

"Yeah." He could almost see Sombra's frustration as she tried to make sense of what he just said. "And there's still work to be done."

-Work? This isn't about work, Noah. This is about your life! Do you have any idea the lengths people will go through to take you down? These aren't security guards or gang members. There are assassins, mercenaries that eat little shits like you for breakfast!-

"It doesn't matter. Sombra, Gideon is going to make another move and we-"

-No, no, fuck Gideon. I'm not going to let you go out there in good health with a bounty on your head. You need to stay out until it blows over. This is what's important.-

"Sombra!" Noah almost shouted. "This is not up for discussion. Whoever comes and tries to take my life, I'll kill them. All of them if I have to." He turned and saw McCree trying not to listen in.

Noah gritted his teeth and walked out away from the cowboy. He didn't notice Ana watching from the side.

-Kill them all? That's a big boast for someone who almost got their sorry ass killed if it wasn't for me.- That Sombra sneer could almost be seen.

"Are you saying I'm in over my head?"

-Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying! I only let us come here because you needed protection.-

"You can't be serious! Sombra, you taught me how to fight, how to use your technology. Don't you go telling me-"

-Oh I can tell you, because I'm the only person that's been with you these past two years! You didn't even know most of these guys for half a year and yet you're willing to throw your life away for them.-

"My best friend has been captured."

-He wasn't your "best friend" until about two weeks ago. You forgot all about him!-

"I'm trying to remember damn it! Isn't that what you wanted when you asked me about the past?"

-I wanted to be sure of what you had. You're the only person I actually give a damn about and I don't want to lose that!-

"Sorry, but I will help these guys-"

-You're not some hardened Overwatch agent with experience! You were a mechanic that knows a few moves. I'm trying to look out for you because I...I actually lo-

"I am not yours to lose!" Noah finally shouted. He could almost see Sombra with a wide expression. He can almost see the frustration and pain he's caused. "Sombra this is more. I was more. Who you had was Sebastian, not me and I won't let you stop me from saving my friends."

A heavy pause was felt. Noah felt his blood cool and realized what he just said. "Sombra?"

-...You're right. You're not my problem. You're Overwatch's.-

"Sombra, I-"

-I'm gonna finish up my business here and after that we are going our separate ways. Good luck with what you do.-

"No, Sombra wait-" The call was cut and Noah pulled the phone away from his ear. "Damn it Noah. What the hell did you just say?"

He opened his photo gallery and saw few pictures of his friends and most of it with Sombra. The two were sharing drinks, talking, and even some of their local acquaintances took pictures of them singing karaoke.

His finger pressed her number and he waited. Sent straight to voicemail. Obviously. He hung up and tried again. And again. And again. He didn't leave a voicemail, but he waited every few minutes before trying again. It seemed an hour passed when he tried one last time.

"Sombra...look I'm-" He heard footsteps behind him and saw Ana leaning against the wall. "Call you later."

"Tough call?" Ana asked.

"I-I...I fucked up. Sombra's going to leave us after she finishes whatever business she has with Overwatch." He looked at the photo gallery again and showed Sombra and Noah with a cake. It had the candles thirty two in bright neon colors. "And I just ruined the one of my most important, um, relationship with Sombra."

"I heard. And she was not completely wrong."

"What do you mean and how were you listening?"

Ana pointed to her ear and Noah saw a small machine there. "A little piece that allows me to hear most chatter but though some fine tuning allows me to listen to individual conversations. As for what I mean is that it's true. Even more than that."

She looked at him and shook her head. "You still don't have your memory as far as I know."

"I'm-I'm working on it." Noah blushed embarrassingly, the only thing he's had was small snippets instead of a full picture. Ana saw the frustration build up. "That isn't the point. She tried stopping me and I wanted to be here, helping you guys."

"Just be careful with what the other is thinking and how they feel."

"Well that doesn't matter. I thought going to stay, but hey given her past I wouldn't put it past her to leave." Ana saw the brief flash of pain, sadness and regret. "I mean like…it doesn't matter."

"Noah." Ana put a hand on his shoulder. He felt the same warmth again, but his fight with Sombra was too cold. He shrugged off her hand and walked back to the railing. "I'm not apologizing. This is what's right."

Ana didn't respond immediately and just watched his body language. It was still trying to steel itself. "We were discussing new missions. I believe I could send out you, McCree, and Zenyatta out to find a new recruit."

"And who's that?" Ana pulled out a picture and Noah took it. It was a Japanese man with a bow and arrow. His tattoos were covering his left arm and the garb exposed almost half his torso.

"Hanzo Shimada. I'm tasking you three to bring him to Overwatch. I believe he would be a useful asset that can expand our roster and perhaps help us track his brother."

"Alright. Consider it done."

Ana noticed the distracted look as his phone was held tightly in his hand. "Rest up and get a change of clothes. You'll be going to Hanamura in the morning." She left him alone as Noah gave a small salute.

His hand fell to his side before looking at Sombra's number.

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*Next Time

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