"That isn't working," Doomfist acknowledged in a low, threatening voice. "Overwatch is still capable of discovering us!" The man huffed and placed his hands on the table he stood at, lowering his head for a moment only to pick it back up and glare at the smaller individual across its dark surface. "We have increased-no, maximized our productivity here. This is not a matter of if they will find us, but when. What part of that did I not make clear, Vialli?" He raised his voice at the last sentence of his statement. "That's why I said to space out our transactions over multiple locations," Vialli rebutted.

"And put every location of ours at risk," Maximilien countered. "Until we find an efficient method of keeping our inflow under Overwatch's radar, this is the reality we must deal with. We explained this to you."

"Maybe you should go over it one more time in case he didn't understand," said a young Mexican woman Gabriel has never seen before. Her snarky comment earned her a few undesirable looks and a scowl from Vialli.

"Look, I'm just trying to make sure Talon has a future. Financially." The man turned his attention back to Doomfist.

"So are we," was Ogundimu's reply. "We're simply doing a better job at it."

"You don't know how to handle this like I do."

"Pssh, okay," added the obnoxious young woman.

"That's enough with your comments!" snapped Vialli. She shrugged. "You're digging your own grave here, Amigo."

"Don't call me that."

"Vialli," Akande's voice boomed, "figure out a plan and relay it us."

Without another word, the Nigerian man stomped out of the conference room, followed by Max and Vialli, the only woman staying behind. Gabe heard a large door shut over the camera's microphone, and, beside him, Moira muttered how uneventful under her breath. Intrigued, however, he watched the girl over the video feed. Why was she staying behind?

The unidentifiable lady glanced to her right, then her left, then straight at the camera and stared the Doctor and Commander right in the face, a devious smirk forming on her features.

"That's pretty much how things have been going ever since you killed Antonio," she informed them. "Doomfist is going to take charge, I know it. Everybody here is too scared to stand up to him. Well, except for Vialli, but when it comes to tense situations, he doesn't think right. Clearly."

The way she spoke-so casually, as if she and him were friends-sent chills down his spine, and the only thought that ran through his mind was they were so fucked.

She knew the cameras were there the entire time? Why didn't she say anything?

"I know Sparrow and McCree aren't with you two," she went on. "They're still running around doing who-knows-what here. That means I can say things I wouldn't normally be able to. So here goes." The woman paused.

"I won't rat you guys out. Honestly, I couldn't care less what happens between Blackwatch and Talon. I'm really just here because they pay me to do what I love. Wow, that sounded really cheesy. Anyways, because I'm not ratting you out, I expect that you won't rat me out, got it? I know you got it, you're Reyes and...fuck, what was your last name? It reminded me of deodorant." As the darker woman racked her brain, Gabriel glanced to his left and studied the expression of the more ghostly Irishwoman beside him. She seemed to be slightly irritated as she mumbled to him, "Deodorant." He almost began laughing, but it wasn't because he found her annoyance comical, or the skewed reiteration of her last name entertaining, or the intense situation they were in and the information being thrown at him nerve-wracking.

It was a combination of all three that caused him his odd internal laughter.

"Whatever, you get it." The pixelated lady's thick accent brought him back to the drop ship he currently resided in.

"Look, I trust you guys more than I trust anyone in that group. You're pretty damn good at keeping secrets, but hey, if anyone finds out about this, it's your asses." She took a moment to scratch the shaven section of her head.

"Alright, so, why am I talking to you? Well, I have an offer for you. So I know you're like 'I have to catch the bad guys,' but what if you...'became' a bad guy? Hear me out."

Gabe most certainly did not want to hear her out.

"What's your life like in Blackwatch right now? Trying to stay under the radar, Overwatch getting shit, Jack not trusting you probably, everyone doubting their commander, probably, again; did I get that right? Maybe. My point is, you're most likely being treated like an outcast. And Deodorant, too, I'd imagine. You don't exactly have the cleanest reputation ever. So, why stay and fight with Overwatch when you're being treated like the villain? Why continue to lie to yourself that you're the hero? You two aren't appreciated! They use you! You're the backbone of that organization and they don't acknowledge that!" She began to point at the camera. "To Overwatch and to the rest of the world, you're a group of delinquents, and that's what you'll always be. They don't see a hero, they see a member of the Deadlock Gang, and they don't see a hero, they see a member of the Shimada Clan. The world sees a no-good doctor, and a nameless asshole who decides to work with all of them. You don't deserve praise and accolades and all that bullshit, because you're villains, and that's what you'll always be." The woman inhaled and let out a long sigh. "Damn, that was a lot. But seriously, have you ever thought about that? Even for a second?" She itched her head once more. "Just think about it, amigos. Talk to us if you ever want to work something out, alright? I'm out."

She left the large room, and once Gabriel heard that familiar bang of the out-of-view door, the air was enveloped in an eerie silence.

Neither of them spoke. There were too many thoughts racing through his mind to be able to formulate words.

Too many thoughts. Too many emotions.

A light tapping sensation on his shoulder caused him to instinctively look to Moira. "Do you know who that was?" Her voice was soft, as if she could see the inner turmoil he now faced and decided to become more gentle than usual. Gabe had to blink a few times to focus, and he shook his head once he processed the question. "I don't know." He sighed. "She scares me, though."

"That's very understandable."

He wanted to sit there in that silence for hours with no one but Moira at his side. He wanted to contemplate what he was just told. He wanted to work out the emotions racing through his body.

He couldn't, however.

He had to call Jesse and Genji back and assess the information that was uncovered.

"Would you like to notify the others of that woman?" Moira questioned. He glanced up at her. Even while they were seated, she continued to be taller than him. "Do you think that'd be a good idea?" he responded. She smiled at him, an act that made his internal predicament the slightest bit better. "You're the Commander, why ask me that question?"

"I don't know, just humor me."

"Alright then, I feel as if we should keep this to ourselves. It would be safer."

He nodded. "I agree."

A secret shared only between the two of them; that was nothing new.