Gideon left the room with the others on the armor. Indominus was lucky to have teleported away and having his own personal healing tank.

"Widow's poison. Interesting." He muttered as he pressed the button on his communicator. "Aryt have Burr be moved to his new cell. I want to update him on his team's latest move. Also clear all security personnel from this side of the branch. I don't want any one of our people getting caught in the crossfire."

-Of course.-

Entering the new chamber, Gideon opened it only to hear large poundings echo through the room. Winston was punching the wall with each blow trying to shatter the glass.

"Don't try it. We've reinforced the tempered glass that's six inches thick. You would need something just short of a nuclear bomb to be rid of it." Gideon said. Winston growled before punching the glass one more time. "I'd like to talk."

The scientist grunted before turning his back on him. "I know you're fine. The chemical formula we used for the bomb was made to drive the minds of man mad. Not gorillas. Right now I think you were the only one on your team that got off the lighter side of it. Of course unless we're to believe that the genetic experiments conducted on the moon converted your mind to a more human level and you got some resistance."

"I have nothing to say to you." Gideon smiled at hearing the response.

"Then maybe I should goad you into it." He pressed the passcode on the keypad and opened the cell. Winston looked at his freedom when Gideon motioned his fingers. Outside the chamber no noise could be heard until the CEO was punted from the room and caving into the wall.

Winston cracked his knuckles as the man fell to his knees. "That was a stupid mistake."

"Seems like it. Though maybe I believe you could be quoting Harold Winston when he took you in." Gideon grunted before Winston charged at him again and slammed him into the wall. The man laid still in his place as Winston could only see red. His strength amplified before beating Gideon into the metal wall.

Each blow was more satisfying than the other until Winston threw one last Primal Punch and sent him through the wall. Gideon crashed into the next room chuckling darkly as his eyes began to glow pink.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" He bared down on Gideon and gave him a nasty right hook. The sound of bones shattering was almost music to Winston when Gideon stumbled back with his jaw hanging by a few strands of meat.

The desperate gasps of air that passed as his voice seemed to be suggesting something when Winston watched Gideon pushed his jaw back in place with a snap. He watched the flesh destroyed, regenerate and return to its former state.

"Not bad, Banana Man." He said. Winston, so utterly disgusted by the display, didn't say a word and fell from his rage. Gideon snapped his fingers and metallic tendrils burst from the ground. They wrapped around his wrists and attached themselves to the electric tendrils all over the room.

"AAH!" Winston screamed as volts of electricity poured into his body and almost cooked him from the inside out. Gideon moved them out of the coils before Winston passed out to catch his breath.

"Now that we calmed the beast why don't we talk. One scientist to another."

Winston took heaving breaths. "How-How were you able to heal from that?" Gideon laughed with a dark edge.

"A good healing factor would be a nice suggestion." A voice in the dark said. Winston turned around before a yellow and purple beam of light hit him. Gideon jumped out of the way in complete surprise as the scientist was fired back and hit the wall unconscious.

Gideon turned to the source and the metallic tendrils moved protectively over him. A deep womanly chuckle came from the hole in the wall as she stepped in.

"Moira O'Deorain. Talon's medical head." Gideon said annoyed.

"Gideon Silverstone. CEO of Vishkar." She shot back. The woman walked in with a sense of command, similar to Akande's. He clenched his teeth slightly as she looked at Winston. "My, oh my. The genetically modified ape from the moon."

"He's my prisoner. Don't even think about taking him from my custody." Gideon said as Moira's fingers were just a hair away from Winston's. "What're you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? As Akande's out on the field, he told me that you needed to be kept an eye on and I can see why. Do you normally let your prisoners out and wail on you?"

She saw the glint in Gideon's eyes. "I don't know. It gives them a chance to feel more human than in your grasps. Don't look surprised, I know your work. One of the top scientists within Overwatch and later Blackwatch that's reputation was ruined for ambitious reasons. Disgraced you fell back and worked underground until Talon picked you up."

Moira looked unimpressed. "Not bad, but I guess I should applaud you for finding out this much. Saves time and money on drinks, but I'm sure you got an interesting story about you, Gideon. Or rather Patient 75 of Project Deity."

A tendril just stopped short of her face, but no fear was shown. In fact etched on her skin was dull surprise. "Touched a nerve?"

"No one knows that project. Who gave you that information?"

Moira ignored his plea and pushed the tendril away. "I mean I should've because I do remember certain God AIs that went unaccounted for even during my Overwatch days."

"Don't be stupid. What the project demanded was impossible by the time I was labeled and if you read it, I was the last one."

"True, but I'm guessing that's not the whole truth like Reaper. Where do you have him locked up?"

Gideon froze as Moira laughed. "I know that healing factor. It's the only one that can fix a broken jaw like that in so little time. I take it you've been extracting a bit of the regenerating nanobots that plague his body."

Moira took a piece of the wall and chucked it as hard as she could. Gideon let the rock cut his cheek open and turned to face Moira. She watched the flesh sew itself together and chuckled at the work. "Impressive that you've integrated that power into your body."

"Yeah it is, but I need Angela Ziegler to help perfect it." Finally Moira's smirk lessened at that remark. "What? I know that you've help Gabe attain his regenerative powers, but you weren't the one who perfected it. Ziegler did that."

"It was a fluke." The jovial tone was now gone.

Gideon smirked at finally breaking it. "Yet now Gabe could come back from the brink of death more effectively. A useful tactic to have on the field. I found several non regenerative bits of him from the mountain site and extracted that. Reactivating the nanobots and bonding them to my DNA. Gabriel Reyes may have died during that altercation, but I intend on having Ziegler help me improve to where I cannot die."

Moira mulled over the information as her mind tried accepting the explanation only to not believe it. "Fine, I'll let indulge in that story of yours for now. You know you said I couldn't have the gorilla and you lost the cyborg. Perhaps could you spare a super soldier or rather an influential Overwatch agent? I can certainly gain some interesting information from them."

Gideon's faces hardened. "No, Jack Morrison, Winston, and Burr are all under my custody which I believe does create a little barrier between our organizations." Moira didn't look too annoyed, but her brows did furrow.

"What does that mean?"

"It means don't forget who's tit you and your organization have been suckling since you so foolishly destroyed your strongest base. You've heard about biting the hands that feed you."

Moira shook her head.

"I care to remind you of who perfected the fear gas you wanted two years ago." Gideon let a low rumble escape his throat as he unclenched his fists. "Then again Vishkar have been known to follow the same steps especially harming those close to you like Katrina."

She found herself up against the wall with Gideon giving her a blazing glare that would've separated her molecules one by one if looks could kill. And it wasn't his metallic tendrils holding her up. Moira could seem him holding her up with one hand.

"Mention her again and I will personally tear you up with own two hands." He growled.

Moira looked shocked before her sneer came back. "Oh...so that's why you want to kill Bastian so much. I finally understand."

Gideon growled and tossed her aside. She slid across the floor, but the sneer never left her face even as she got up and dusted herself.

"Oh Gideon, you were such a romantic soul and now you're doing everything to be rid of it. Which part does Bastian emulate more from her? His movements, his attitude, tactics? What part of him comes from her that you can't escape?"

"Noah Bastian is a threat more to my organization since his first run with Overwatch fucked up yours bad. I am doing my duty for my end goals. Humanity will be perfected once him and his gang of vigilantes are wiped from the Earth. Do not mistake my actions for anything as pitiful as a human reason."

Moira quirked an eyebrow. "Human?"

"Get the hell out of building." Gideon said as he tosse Moira to the side and called Aryt and Moonlark. "I don't want the headache of explaining to Akande why you're splattered over my clean tiles."

Moira got up and chuckled darkly when she left. It was just their first meeting and she already held a victory over his head.

0-0-0-0-0

-So that's it?- Fareeha scrubbed hard again Mercy's suit. The doctor was taking her turn watching Noah along with Widowmaker. She arrived a little bit after and the others were offered a chance to rest at Efi's place. The teen genius was currently repairing Orisa from the massive damage taken from the battle. She felt a spike of guilt pierce her chest as her hand just stopped scrubbing off a tough blood stain.

McCree was getting some food and on patrol, Lena followed as it was unwise to travel alone. Noah is the target, but they were threats and so far all threats would have to be eliminated.

-Habiti.-

"Hm?" Fareeha asked as she looked up to her mother. "I mean yes. He's even more dangerous than we thought. Widowmaker was the only to do any real damage if Mercy's account has any weight. And I'd bet my armor on it."

-I see. Well then I hope you know you're next move.-

"We're going to rest here. Our objective to recruit Orisa and Efi has been successful. After we stabilize Noah and give him a proper prosthetic we'll go back to base." Fareeha reported dryly.

-I suspected as much. Habiti, what happened?-

Fareeha tried letting the thoughts come through, but each painful and scary memory caused her to scrub harder. The red stain on Mercy's suit was more than clean as Fareeha kept her focus on it before answering.

"I...I fired a rocket to stop Akande and toppled the central construction site that was almost completed."

-That structure wouldn't have collapsed with just one rocket.- Ana noted.

"Doomfist dodged the rocket and Noah was preparing one of his attacks. I ended up hitting it and causing the explosion. No civilians were harmed, but Noah…" Tears were pricking her eyes. "Noah received massive amounts of damage which lead to him losing his arm. Orisa managed to save him before the structure collapsed on them."

-I see. I assume you've talked to some people.-

Fareeha nodded.

-Not Noah?-

"He's in critical condition and even then speech was limited. Jesse and Angela were the ones I talked too. Jesse told me to get out of this state of mind on mission and talk to Zenyatta or something along those lines. Angela told me it wasn't my fault." Fareeha confessed.

-Hm maybe you should. My future son in law should be able to help you.-

Fareeha froze at the idea as Ana hummed in seeing her daughter's expression. "S-Son in law?"

-Of course. I haven't seen any other man or woman approach you or be so close to you in such little time. I must admit seeing this makes me feel my age.- She faked a tear as Fareeha laughed awkwardly at seeing a ring on her finger. And then finding it kind of an enjoyable thought. She quickly suppressed the thought and sighed.

"Unlikely, I no longer wish to date him. This mission has shown me that I can't be the proper partner you expect us to be. It would be better if he just stayed with someone like Angela." Fareeha spat out.

Ana gave a deadpan stare before looking to the side and muttered, "Jaban."

"Mother!" Fareeha said all offended.

-You expect me to buy that? I've heard you fawn over about him since he returned and not only that McCree told me how you two spent the night together after meeting with Efi.-

"He didn't." Fareeha whispered.

Ana nodded. -And now you expect me to believe that you're no longer into him because of a misstep.-

"He lost his arm!"

-He understands what he's part of! Jesse has been my eyes and ears on this operation and told me of Noah's while losing his arm is a lost, he can think rationally on what happened. I'm not even talking about dating him, I'm more into how you react in these situations.-

"Have you ever committed friendly fire on someone you care for?! What if it was Dad or Jack or Reinhardt! How would you react?!" She slammed her fists against the sink and the hologram shook. Efi peeked in at the noise and saw Fareeha breathing hard.

That shut Ana up as she saw her daughter breathing hard and her eyes looking at something past her. Her eyes almost looked broken.

-Fareeha, habiti, I understand that feeling when you feel like it was all your fault but you can't let that ruin what you have with allies. Besides if let this continue being an issue it will become more of annoyance than a problem.-

"Mom…"

-I'm serious Fareeha. I don't want your guilt complex to become a burden on the team or for your lover. I'm not saying it is, but if you let it control you then I'll remove you from the roster.- Fareeha looked up at her mother in complete disbelief.

"You...you can't be serious. Mom, you can't-"

-I can and will. But that's only a last resort.- Ana's stern gaze softened greatly. -I honestly don't wish to do so, but I rather have you not force my hand in this situation. I don't want to have this talk again. Fareeha Amari, do you understand?-

Fareeha didn't answer and her mother gave her a pitiful look.

-Please don't let this ruin what you have or who you are.- The feedback cut off and Fareeha picked up the sponge from the bottom of the sink.

"Um, Ms. Amari?" Fareeha turned to Efi wiping her hands clean. "Look I, uh, finished up repairing Orisa and just need her programming to finish re-uploading. I actually have a few designs on the new arm for Mr. Bastian. You have an idea on robotics."

"A basic idea." She responded. "I can lend you a hand. And call me Fareeha."

Efi's eyes lit up. "Oh okay! Here we can work in the next room. I have a few ideas from him and me. We could use a third opinion."

Fareeha felt the girl's infectious energy hit her and saw a chance to do something right. "Of course. Let's begin."

"Thank Ms-I mean Fareeha!" Efi waved for her to follow and Fareeha rolled her shoulders before hanging Angela's armor to dry. "So I started a basic prosthetic as the base and wanted one for Noah to adjust quickly…"

Fareeha kept an ear out on her rambling and picked up the blueprint when they entered her other workshop.

0-0-0-0-0

Angela opened her eyes again and saw Noah just relaxing with his headphones on. Widowmaker was resting in another room and she was the only medical professional that was allowed to see her. Other than that, the assassin was taking the moment to read and let Angela continue monitoring Noah. She let out a tired smile before seeing his face turn to her with a small smile.

"I...was quite the criminal. Wasn't...I?" He croaked.

Angela nodded. "You were. I mean if those stories match up to what I've heard from you before."

He didn't say a word for a minute before responding. "Each tape...helps me remember. I...can't believe...I did those things."

"You only stole from what I know." She replied. Noah didn't say another word and took off his headphones. His ears were warm from listening to those tapes for so long. He placed it on the desk and looked at the mid afternoon sun. Angela was about to turn around, but Noah patted an empty spot on his bed.

She gave him a confused look before getting it. He scooted over as she laid down next to him. The healing process was fast with her on board and with several braces and bandages around his limbs and torso he didn't require that much medicine. Just enough to dull the pain.

She faced him on his pillow where she could his breath hit her. "What're you thinking about?"

"Fareeha, Burr. You." Noah said quietly. "Jesus I'm glad...you're my doctor."

Angela held back a look of grimace but it caught Noah's attention. He nudged her and she let out a sigh. "I actually can't be. Doctors that end being involved with patients is looked down upon any with other professional. As your girlfriend, I can't be your doctor despite how much I want to be."

"Really?"

Angela nodded. "It's...hard to imagine that. Overwatch is an exception but now with you it makes it harder. For now it seems you'll need another physician."

"So in exchange for love...I give up the best healthcare I got. I get it." Noah mumbled. Angela tapped his forehead at the joke, but couldn't help laughing. "I understand your rules Angie. Does that mean I can't get a quick fix?"

"Easy to remedy injuries I can help you with, but if it were in more serious situations then I couldn't. I can save you, but your recovery in the hospital is up to the staff. It excludes me. Trust me that's why I never really dated anyone in Overwatch. A few charming gals and guys try to get with me, but I stood my ground."

"Until me." Noah replied proudly.

Angela kissed the tip of his nose. "Until you. It was one of the reasons why I didn't take you when you first asked me. My work and my profession require me to not be emotionally attached too much to my patients. And if I lost you…"

"Not again." His eyes sparked up with some determination. "You're not going to lose me again. I'd go through this again if it let me stay with you and Fareeha."

"Fareeha."

"Did you...talk to her?" He reached over and grabbed his water bottle. Angela nodded and looked at the ceiling. "I guess you did and McCree is right. I'll have to talk to her."

Angela clicked her tongue. "I understand her reasons, but I know you'll help. You love her, am I right assume in more ways than one?"

"You both have your own positives and negatives. Although to me they're just positives." Noah replied. "You don't need to worry. I love Fareeha more in some ways, I definitely love you more in other ways."

"Care to explain?" Angela asked with a hint of a sultry voice. Noah leaned in and kissed. She closed her eyes and placed a hand on his cheek. A few seconds later they broke apart with Angela laughing.

Noah looked at her confused when she stopped. "Your breath. It's nasty."

"Eh I say dry blood and cement make an interesting flavor, but if you won't kiss me then how bout we sleep together?"

The blood immediately rushed to her cheeks when Noah wiggled his eyebrows. "W-What?! Noah, given your condition I can hardly advise that such activities would be so-!"

"I meant taking a nap. Get your mind out of the gutter, you perv." Angela looked at him incredulously as Noah snuggled closer to her. "Tell you what once I get a bit better, I'll gladly remedy that for you."

Angela snorted at the suggestion. "Are you telling me I'll get laid later?"

"Sounds like it. In the meantime let's just rest." He closed his eyes nestled himself in the crook of her neck. Angela felt his stubble and growing hair tickle her hair when she pulled him in a bit closer to hold.

In the other room Widowmaker sat on the edge of her bed, her skin tight suit replaced with civilian clothing. She looked at a cut on wrist and pressed a finger on it. Nothing. More focus and she could feel the dull throb of pain return. Her fear was replaced with relief as she felt the pain.

Pulling out her phone, Améile saw the picture of her and Burr in Oasis. When he went undercover for Talon and where they met. Those days...it was hard to imagine that the quiet recruit she met was leading Overwatch back into the spotlight even more she was fighting by his side with Overwatch.

Though despite loving every second, Améile did remember the many bumps they had. The worst bump came months after Noah's supposed death. No matter how he stretched it or how much he would deny Améile's claim, he couldn't have kept his frustrations of her locked in forever. She remembered weeks later what was going through his mind when it finally came up.

One Year and Four Months Ago

Burr sat at his desk. The drone of paperwork and intel gathering from his many moles in government began to drain on him. Eight months since Noah died and now even his own workaholic state was failing him. Dark thoughts bubbled in as Burr tried to ignore the obvious in the room. Widowmaker stood next to his desk and was handling the bits of work Burr always skip over.

"You should head back to the room Améile. This is gonna be another all nighter." Burr said. She didn't respond to him and continued to lazily gaze at the text.

He sighed. "Something on your mind dear?"

"..." No response. He should've suspected as much. Burr put down his screens and turned to his girlfriend.

"Come on. You should get some sleep. You've been up since last night. I know your body isn't that dependent on sleep, but…"

"You're thinking about it aren't you." She finally replied. Burr glanced at the clock and saw it was late.

Burr took a moment before replying. "And whatever do you mean?"

"You're thinking about what happened months ago." Améile said terse. Burr rolled his eyes. She wanted to talk about her part in Noah's session. When details came from her about what she's done, Burr had to hold back Fareeha from pounding the assassin into the ground.

'YOU BASTARD! How can you let her stay with us when she hurt him the most!'

Good point. He argued as co-leader of Overwatch with Winston's approval that Widowmaker would be staying as she would be a great threat if allowed to roam free. He could feel Fareeha's glare bear down on his soul. Everyone else's was more passive, but he knew that they about his relationship. It took Winston to hold back Fareeha as Widowmaker sat there with the closest expression to guilt she could muster.

In a way maybe it was the reason why she was still standing. The others would've killed Widowmaker if given the order, the Amari's most definitely although more from Fareeha than Ana. Perhaps that's why he didn't bother making an action when Fareeha almost screamed, 'Noah wouldn't let her live if she did the same thing to you!'

Another correct assumption. Noah was more vengeful if things were to harm his closest friends. Yet here he stood in front of all his friends and letting one of the most dangerous assassins work with them despite causing great harm to one of their new agents. And everyone was split on this, especially Lena and Angela.

He remembered how torn she was against punching him or giving Widow a chance to redeem herself. Angela settled to give one of the most disapproving glares to him. It broke his heart to go against friends that saved his life multiple times for one of their most hated enemies.

Truth be told, Burr never knew what made everyone agree to allowing Widowmaker in. All he knew was that sparring sessions with Fareeha intensified and instead of any accidental apologies it was only short grunts.

In a way he deserved it. "I'm still not taking it back."

"You willingly went against your friends to save me despite you having the biggest reason. Your successor had a better reaction than you did and now she distrusts you."

"No. Fareeha loved him and she's not the only viable candidate. Maybe-"

"Don't deflect this! Burr, you're angry too. You've been rather rough to these past few weeks."

Burr shook his head. "It's not all bad. We're eliminating several high profile Talon cells, exposed a corrupt government to which the people and the U.N. look to fix. So I'm saying it's all for the better."

She wasn't having any of it. "True as that may be, what about the others? Didn't you hear their arguments? I tortured your best friend and you let me in."

"Are you saying I was wrong to save you?"

"I'm saying that you're bottling up your own frustrations and ignoring it! Do you not care-"

"Of course I fucking care!" Burr shouted now. Améile flinched as he stood up. "What kind person do expect me to be? You think I don't care about what happened when we failed to save him? The fact that I watched him save our ass when it was supposed to be the other way around!"

He got up and paced around the room. "I'm still taking the antidepressants, sleeping aids, Angela had to make sure I wasn't becoming addicted! Most of the time I can barely drag myself out of bed! Do you have an idea how disgusted I was learning that you were partially responsible for Noah?! Honestly I wanted to throw you out of here the second I heard about it!"

"Then why didn't you!"

"BECAUSE I'M JUST AS RESPONSIBLE!" Burr roared. He breathed hard as Améile looked surprised at her lover. "You-you don't understand. Everything that happened to him was my fault the second I approached him at the bar. Can't you see that all that's happened to him comes from that. I could've respected his wishes and left him out of my work, but I ignored it."

She stayed still on that as Burr put his hands on his desk. "Then I went into a brief coma and thought he was dead when I woke up. It got a little better when he came back and I thought I made a good call when I saw he liked working with us. Now with all these details on his torture, I can't help but know I caused all this. My enemies could exploit someone I cared for and I brought him in with no second thought."

Améile stood still when he stopped to breathe. "Anything I hate about your actions are just as bad as my own. I should've been the one Reaper took. I should've been the one tortured for months. I should've left him alone and save him from me."

Burr couldn't help but sob now. She saw how it was now worse. During the funeral, he shed a few tears. Now he was trying to keep himself up while wailing out all of his sorrows. She stepped up and hugged him. Warm tears hit her skin and she could feel him shudder under her touch.

"Mon amour." Améile whispered. "La paix, Burr." Whenever she spoke French, it always calmed him down. Later she learned Noah's mother was a fluid in it when scolding her child and where Burr learned it from. She kissed him softly and felt him melt under her touch.

"Let's go to bed." He nodded at the idea. "And let me ease you in." Burr gave a weak smile at the implication as Améile kissed him on the cheek.

And when it came down to it, Burr followed her to their room and it was the most gentle time they spent together. Améile gave a sympathetic smile and lead, Burr just unwinded and went with the flow. She remembered laying down next to Burr with him wrapped around in her arms. Her nude frame pressed against him and their contrasting temperatures created a unique sensation.

Present Day

She looked up and found herself alone in the room. Her breath sharpened for some apart reason before slowly holding herself. Getting up, the sun was once again as the day passed. McCree and Tracer didn't leave any alarming message she assumed their patrol went well. Overwatch didn't operate on any no news is good news ideal. They left an update saying that the city was clear of any clear enemies. Turns out the two stopped a few crimes. She got up and stretched her arms.

Moving into the hallway to move her legs, Améile passed Noah's room and found Angela snuggling closer to Noah. They both had content smiles on their face despite the injuries they carried. Noah had his single arm wrapped around Angela and held her close.

The assassin felt an inkling of warmth in her chest when she saw how happy Angela was. Her lips tugged up slightly as she picked up the tapes and placed them on the drawer. Her eyes scanned them one last time before a few words formed and passed her lips.

"I promise to truly gain your forgiveness and protect what you have now. For you and Burr."

0-0-0-0-0

Burr felt bright light on his face and his eyes slowly adjusted to it. He could feel his body was wet and with throbs of pain everywhere on his body. His lungs especially felt burnt. Breathing was a hassle.

"Don't look to bothered. It was much worse a few hours ago." Gideon said as he stepped in. Burr slowly pushed himself off the floor and coughed. Droplets of blood dribbled out and dotted the floor. He slowly stood up on wobbly legs as Gideon looked at him impressed when he took a fighting stance. "Still trying to fight me?"

"No...I'm trying to stretch." Gideon gave a respectful nod before pushing Burr over. He fell onto his butt as Gideon shook his head.

A sharp kick to the side made Burr groan loud when Gideon grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up. "Have you seen the news?"

"..."

"Right, right. I forgot you didn't have a TV in here. You shoulda seen it. It was quite the spectacle in Numbani with one of your proteges and her Omnic fighting against Doomfist." Burr's eyes widened before Gideon kneed him in the stomach.

He fell back onto the ground and vomited out whatever content was left in his stomach from the last lackluster meal he had. "What...did you do to Efi?"

"Nothing. Well nothing of significance so far. She was barely in the conflict when doomfist came in and started beating around your agents. He was itching for fight especially when I told him about Noah."

"Bastard." Burr growled before pushing himself up to punch him. Gideon caught his fist and tossed him aside. "What happened to him?"

"A construction site fell on him." Gideon replied. "Now don't look too distraught he happened to survive thanks to Orisa, although he did seem to lose some weight. Though that is granted when the photos taken of him before the hospital were particularly disarming."

He let the last word roll of his tongue with a sharp end to signify what he truly meant. Burr saw a holographic image show from a distance Angela raising her staff over Noah with his right arm missing. Tears pricked his eyes when he reached for it. "Noah. You son of a bitch, I'll make sure you and Akande burn in hell for this!"

A small whistle blew through Gideon's lips when a tendril lifted Burr off the floor and held him upside down. "And how will you do that when I have you under my heel? Never forget this is my kingdom and here, you're nothing but a little puppet for me to use. Now take your medicine."

Gideon pulled a syringe from his pocket and jabbed it into Burr's neck. He barely winced when it hit and struggled to the most minimal degree. His body went limp before reopening his eyes with a glassy gaze.

"Better? Good, now we need to set up your organization's fall." He didn't notice Moira watching with great interest from a distance.

*Next Time

"For the time being King's Row will be where you reside."

Fareeha held Noah close as he tried his best not fall asleep in her strong arms.

Aryt and Moonlark fell onto the floor as Indominus walked up and tsked. They both got up and prepared their next strike.

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Alright so this will be the last chapter of Among Heroes for the rest of the year. And if you're wondering what took this one so long was because I'm working on the other chapters. I just came here to wish everyone good times for the upcoming holidays.