At the meeting room, sat Ana, besides the main board. Arms crossed, she shaked her leg incessantly, looking down. The room would be deadly silent, if not by the soft, humming noises of the various technological applications. Her dead-looking eyes were fixated in the same irrelevant spot, not able to focus on anything more than her growing worries.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the door slid open, to where she immediately set her gaze. Jack was not in his usual armory, wearing just the basic turtleneck shirt that would usually go along with his other garments. Ana stood up, her face dead serious. He sighed.

"I've heard about it already. Yesterday's situation took an unexpected turn…"

"To an obviously ludicrous idea". Ana scoffed, turning her face to the side, her dark hair flowing alongside. "I cannot believe I agreed to that."

Jack frowned, slightly approaching. "Ana, I…"

"What's up with you?", she turned, staring him directly, her eyes widened and trembling lips pulled to the side. "This is not the first time in so many years after the uprising that you assign me to those rookie-level kinds of missions. What's more-", she sighs, putting both hands to the front, palms widened, — "I put my daughter in risk!"

"I told you Ana, it WAS supposed to be some sort of vacation. You weren't event supposed to kill anyone! It was pure espionage! And-"

The woman approaches Jack, standing a few inches from his face. "So what? You're assigning a sniper 'espionage' now? Where's the logic in that?"

"I just thought that you and Fareeha—"

"What does Fareeha have to do with all of this?! She is just a child! Someone who still sees the world as sweet and fancy and full of candy! I can't just believe that..."

"Couldn't you just take her along in the mission?!"

She chuckles sarcastically. "Oh Jack, take her ALONG? Was that really your idea?"

His brows form a straight line. Jack distances himself from Ana, arms crossed. "As I said, I didn't expect that the mission would take that turn. There was no reason whatsoever it took that turn… I just—"

He sighs, swallowing hard. His head stays low, eyes closed, thinking for a moment. Ana recomposes, slowly relaxing up.

"I know how fearful this whole thing of Fareeha wanting to be a soldier is to you. I thought— I thought that some bonding time would be great for the both of you. I even snatched this mission from an intern! But…"

"There may be someone pulling some strings from the inside."

The door slides open to reveal a tall man wearing a dark green suit. The two agents turned to him, straightening up.

"Lacroix. So, you've catch up on it already."

"Well, what else can you expect of me, Jack…"

Gérard smirks, putting both of his hands in his pockets. "With all those crazy ideas of yours, it's inevitable that someone has to keep you in your place."

Jack snorted, staring at him steadily. But eventually, the man loosened his hard stance, looking to the side.

Ana approached Gérard, staring at him close. The man turned his face to hers, lips straight in a serious tone.

"But I understand Morrison's intentions, even if they were… Prone to fail…", he gives Jack a side look, who still doesn't say anything. "But a complete turnaround of events was less than expected in such a fashion. How did you figure it out that quickly?"

Ana scoffs. "The way you phrased it, seems like you ordered it, Gérard."

The two stay silent, glaring at each other. After, some time, they both chuckle lightly.

"Well, if that was my doing, I could say that at least your daughter handled it brilliantly… Partly."

She sighs, pulling a smug afterwards. "Okay. It definitely looks like it now."

"That I have to agree. Knocking a woman two, no— three times heavier than her?"

Ana pulls a sarcastic smirk. "What does that got to do with anything, though?"

Gérard goes in direction of the window, observing the facility from the meeting room. From afar, various agents could be seen wandering the headquarters. His glare was imprecise, and his thoughts seemed to wander.

"It has been some time now since we've started suspecting a mole amidst us all. But it never had been something that seemed to matter much. It still wouldn't be had the intern be the one to go on mission". He gives a side glare to Morrison.

"But—", Ana starts, "Assaulting a little girl? What were their intentions?"

Gérard looks in the distance.

"It's clear as day that it would not be that easy to have one of the faces of the Omnic War heroes go unattended. With a ransom like that, they could ask for anything they wanted."

The woman's face darkens, a cold glare across it. "That man was going to kill Fareeha. It was clear as the day."

"But I doubt very much that a scandalous woman with a kitchen knife was going to kill anyone, specially over some hot chocolate", he turns back to them. "But then again, we don't know their reasoning. This could be anyone."

Jack rests his chin on one of his hands, pensively. He turns his look up to Lacroix. "Well, that's true. It could be the Anioły. They are neighboring, after all."

Gérard stiffens his glare. "It could, but there's still the matter of bigger hands involved here."

He wanders around the room, arms to the back. "It started with that trading back on Aswan…"

Ana shivers, biting her lips.

Lacroix proceeds. "… And their actions have increasingly grown more and more. In small patches, still, but they have."

He stands, turning to them again, a rigid stance. Gérard has a fierce look on his eyes.

"Before, word around was not too sure about who they were. But now, it is certain that these doings— they are Talon's."

"And if we don't cut it down from the root, it will spread out even more", Jack completes.

Ana turns to Jack. "But we've kept tails on them for so long, and yet they still developed that much?"

Gérard lifts his chin a little. "After Istanbul, everything was too cloudy. We couldn't focus on too many splotches at once, even with Blackwatch."

"And then", Jack adds, "the splotches cluttered enough."

Gérard turned his face a little to the side. "From what we've seen, Talon still is not much of a threat by now. They are just a mercenary group looking for profit from the scraps of the war. But we have to keep an eye on them."

Ana scoffs, exiting the room.

"Ana."

She stops at the door, still staring at it.

"I've talked with Gabriel, and he let me assign a temporary instructor to Fareeha. The girl has potential, we cannot deny it— and it would be wise for her to have this knowledge even back in Canada."

Her thoughts flush for a moment, her face slightly turning towards Jack. "So, you've thought about that ahead."

Jack puts his arms behind his back, lifting his face a little. "It's the expected course of action, after all. Anyone would be willing to do that just until things can calm down."

She fiercely stares back at Jack, her lips pursed into a distasteful expression. "And what was that brilliant idea of yours to assign one agent from thousands that could potentially be a mole? How can I fucking trust anyone to take care of Fareeha?! Not even I can trust myself! I left her in danger!"

"Ana…"

"So what, you want to give the girl a gun? Why the hell would that matter back in Canada? I doubt Sam has even one gun!"

"Vivian is always on the area, he could catch one from her—"

"Why would he bother Chase just because of a gun?!"

She scoffed, facepalming.

"Ana, I understand your concern, but this agent that was assigned is not just anyone. Gabriel himself has this one under his wing for some time now."

"Ugh, don't tell me you assigned a Blackwatch agent to guard Fareeha?!"

"I told it's not just to guard her. Fareeha is the daughter of an Overwatch agent. She needs to know how to defend herself."

She side eyes Jack. "I am already teaching her karate."

Lacroix intervened, approaching the two further.

"You are not just any Overwatch agent, Ana. You're Ana Amari, second in command captain of the founding strike team; the best sniper in the world. Just your mere existence threatens many people and omnics. Those who know of Amari's biggest weakness… May take advantage of it."

She coldly glares both while remaining silent for some time.

"Fine. I will allow someone to teach Fareeha. But first, I want to see him with my own two eyes, and then I will decide if he is fit for the position."

Gérard chuckles.

"Ana, always so thoughtful… No wonder the omnics fell one after the other."

The comment made her Ana pull a slight smile in the corner of her lips.

"He is a wandering gunslinger with an aim as sharp as any's, Ana. Perhaps more even than you."

"Huh, is that so? Then I have even more of a reason to put him on his place."

Lacroix chuckled. "He is just about to arrive. I'm sure you will be interested in him."

The tension of the entire situation finally lifted when Ana pulled a full-on smile. She finally left the room, her long hair and coat flowing by the wind. Jack turned to Lacroix.

"Had you not been here, I'm not sure I could manage to convince her…"

Gérard looked at Morrison over his shoulder.

"This world is dangerous… if I had a wife or daughter, I would want her to be the best at defending herself."

Overwatch agents' uniforms are as tidy as they should be. The soldiers, specially, wear black or blue pants, light or heavy wear depending on the need. The upper part of the uniform, usually a breastplate made of bulletproof material, is painted in blue with the ever so present organization logo. The gloves are carefully crafted to allow for flexibility while protecting the fists. The knee, elbow and shoulder pads follow similar structure. Finally, the helmet is one of the iconic staples of Overwatch, sporting a highly technological visor that allows for quick insight of various aspects of the battlefield. The agents are usually equipped with high tech rifles or pistols, but there are a variety of different weapons, even hammers.

Employees are expected to look presentable or at least with the organization's logomark visible, so the sight of a girl wearing an oversized t-shirt with baggy trousers and grimy flip flops may be quite an irritating sight. But at least, it's not the oversized shirt and flip flops again.

Fareeha walked not so happily as always, heading to an office in one of the inner corridors of the base. Upon arriving at her destination, the door slides open, revealing a medical office not too alike of those she was used to go to whenever she sprained her ankle. The room had a soft, mostly circular decoration to it, as opposed to the very cyber, rough styling of the other rooms.

The door shut close behind her. In the middle of the room, a circular compartment opens, rising to reveal an omnic dressed in a beige sweater and a lab coat.

"Hello, little miss Amari. I was expecting your arrival!"

He hops over to one side of the room, lightly floating. For a moment the behavior caught Fareeha's interest, but she quickly lost it after remembering the nature of the situation.

The unbothered omnic lands on a sphere-shaped metal seat, floating a couple inches from the ground. He points at a white beanbag at the other side of the room. "Please, take a seat."

Fareeha quietly walks over to the beanbag, sitting on it gently. The furniture engulfs the girl, her cheeks pressed by the malleable fabric.

"Let's start", the omnic says, gently waving its hand, while shifting to a lotus flower sitting position. It straightens itself for a moment, humming as if in a surprised reaction. "Oh, yes! Do you want some fruit?"

A whole pineapple emerges from the same spot where the omnic emerged from. Fareeha winces, sinking a little further on the beanbag while hanging her legs in the air. "I'm good…"

The omnic hums a "huh" while the central device went down. He then joins his hands in a clap. "Well! Miss Amari… How would you describe that day's experience?"

Fareeha looks sideways. "It was… uh… usually I would say awesome, but…", the girl looks in the direction of the omnic, who is dancing by shaking its shoulders. "It was weird…"

She gets her feet up on the beanbag, burying her face on her knees, arms firmly crossed around her legs.

"I was in danger, and mom was worried. And… those two…"

"Where do you think they went to?"

She looks up. "Huh? I guess… they went… to hell?..."

"To hell? So is the belief of otherworldly worlds in your concept the first to come into mind?"

"Uhh, what? I guess…"

"And how does these work?"

"Well, uh- Bad people go to hell and good people go to heaven."

"And who is considered to be bad and to be good?"

"Uhmmm… I guess the bad ones are the—"

She awkwardly stares at the omnic, thinking a little before saying anything.

"… T-The ones who kill?"

The omnic rests its head on one of its hands. "Like your mother?"

Her eyes widen, and the grip around her legs intensifies. "But… my mum does it to protect the world…!"

"From whom?"

"From the bad people!"

"So, to end bad people, you kill bad people?"

Fareeha stood for a moment, silent. The omnic kept its silence, looking at an one single direction. The girl gulps, pressing her lips.

"I know one thing! I know there are people who are bad because they care only about themselves! And then, they take all things for themselves because they don't care about anyone or anything else! This is evil!"

She firmly held a fist up in the air, a determined look on her face. Shortly after, her shyness took the best out of her, sending her further into the beanbag again. "A-At least that's what I think."

The omnic waved its whole body softly — almost if as dancing even, going side to side with its palms reunited. Fareeha's eyes widened, perhaps in a futile attempt to even understand what was its agitation all about at all.

"So, people are evil because they take everything for themselves?"

"That's right!" — she perked.

"Such as yesterday lady?"

"Yes!" — she stood up.

"And what if," — it stopped floating, calmly placing its feet on the floor. It was almost utterly uncanny to watch it do so — "this lady was not doing it for only herself?"

The girl was caught off guard, her round, glimmering eyes widening in surprise once again when hearing the omnic's words. "What? What do you mean?..."

"Perhaps she was a mother too. Have you ever thought about that?"

Her gaze shifts to the floor. "No…"

"Like your actions your mother has taken to ensure you and the "world's" safety, perhaps…"

"BUT MY MOM IS HELPING THE WORLD!" — once again she raised her hand, a single finger up as if somehow it strengthened her argument — "And if she really had a daughter, why was she trying to kill me?"

"Was she?"

"OF COURSE SHE WAS!" — The girl let out a scream, angrily stomping as she stood up. The omnic calmly looked up to her, sitting in the air again.

"If that woman was good, she would not be trying to kill me! Don't care if she had a daughter or not! She was TRYING TO KILL ME!-"

"Have you ever thought about whom your mother has killed already?"

Once again, she froze in place.

"What?"

The omnic's face didn't pass any emotions — a hint of curiosity was the only thing detectable in its whole profile.

"Your mother is considered the best sniper in the world. She has terminated countless lives for the sake of her and the organization's ideals. Have you ever thought about who she killed?"

Fareeha's eyebrows frowned intensely, her eyes were shiny from the upcoming tearing. "Stop saying that about mama!"

The omnic continued froze in place, only ever floating so slightly, leaving Fareeha engulfed in silence. The white tones of the room were only contributing to her nervousness. She swallowed hard, lips trembling.

"She killed… Evil people… Evil… Evil omnics!"

She had said the phrase with so much thought, but yet still so quickly, that the girl had not absorbed it's meaning. She lifted her hands up to her mouth, her eyes widened.

The omnic only stood so still.

"What made these omnics evil?"

She took some time to respond, looking away and holding her arm shyly.

"They were… killing people…"

"And what made they do it?"

"Uh… I… I don't know… Because… They were angry?"

"At whom?"

She stood in silence.

Suddenly, a loud noise took her out of her silence. The omnic's eyes shone, while it rotated its body constantly, without moving its head… It was frozen in place. Fareeha looked distressed, the corner of her mouth twisted.

"Thank you for coming! It was a pleasure to serve you! Please rate this service from a scale from one to ten."

Fareeha stood uneasily.

"S-six…?"

"Would you like to add a comment?"

"… N-no…?"

"Thank you for your input! It is very welcomed. Please come back again later!"

And suddenly, the same pod on the ground opened and the omnic was long gone descending through it.

She couldn't sustain no reaction at all. Perhaps just a little flicker on the corner of her eye. She sighed, leaving the room that was now a dark ambience. Going on the corridor outside, the barely lit panel besides the door showed an empty schedule.

Fareeha scoffed, caressing her arms in a futile try to warm herself up.

"No wonder…"

She went on about her day, passing by the cool colored corridors of the Gibraltar Watchpoint. The horizon was a clear blue, the sun high up in the sky. Her stomach burbled. She pulled her phone out: it was past lunch time already. She growled, because she didn't even start making lunch yet! Maybe she could just grab something from the cafeteria.

Suddenly, she got startled by a call notification. It could be none other than Ana's, of course; who else would call but her parents? She slid it open.

"Hi mom…"

"Oh, hi habibti! Did you just get out of your therapy appointment? How did it go?"

She growled. "You know we are not supposed to tell others about it, right?"

"Wha- I know that! I just want to know how it went… generally speaking!"

"Well," she looks to the side, "it sucked ass. Completely."

"Oh. Uhmm, was the therapist too invasive? Do you want me to kick him out? I can kick him out in a flash."

"I don't think that will work the way you intended… Why did you call me? It's not like you calling me in the middle of the headquarters."

"Oh, well, I have a very special gift to you!"

"A special gift? Is it another yearly subscription to a pack of online courses?"

"None of that! Come find me at the commander's office on the 2nd floor. You won't regret it."

Fareeha was definitely not amused. "Fine…"

The girl puts her phone away and resumes her walking. As she made her way through the corridors of Gibraltar, she wondered what could possibly be the gift. A dress? New flip flops? Hers were definitely too worn out already. Perhaps a hammer like Reinhardt's? A hammer would be cool. But she also held to her senses. She just got out of a stupid therapy appointment with a weird ass omnic because Ana or Winston thought she would need it. The thought of a hammer was beyond non-sense.

She went down some flights of stairs, getting out of the emptier area of that corridor to the ones under. They would start getting fuller and fuller, until she reached the bottom floor of the medical bay area. Of course, at the prime of Overwatch and Omnic Crisis, this place was always swarmed with people. But compared to the other areas of the facility, this was still a place with a lot of movement. Fareeha usually did not like this area much; it was where the injured soldiers would get immediately to after the missions, and some of them sustained some grave injuries. And that's talking about the ones she saw, because obviously, the worse cases were confined in the corridors underground of which Fareeha or any other kid that would rarely be around was strictly prohibited from entering.

When she was about to leave the area, she heard some familiar voices. One of them was undoubtedly the nasal voice of Dr. Carvalho, the one who tend to her burn injuries some time ago. But the other one felt weirdly familiar...

Fareeha stepped into the office, shocked at the sight of the unmistakable mayonnaise-haired woman; the one acquaintance of Torbjörn, Angela Ziegler.

"Angie!"

She exclaimed, immediately going for a hug on the woman. Angela was caught by surprise, having the girl's full cheeks glued to her blue tank top, but nonetheless caressing Fareeha's hair. Dr. Carvalho seemed to not be interested in the girl's presence, though, looking to the side.

"Little Fareeha! I'm surprised to see you here!"

Fareeha pulled her face back, pouting. "But why? I live here."

"Oh! Uhm... yes, I did notice that now that you mentioned."

She took back to smiling. "But why are you here? Are you coming to visit Mr. Lindholm?"

"Oh no, not actually! I'm in an internship program here."

Fareeha's brows arched, the silence in the air obviously showing her confusion.

"... Which means I'm working here."

The girl's eyes glimmered. She took both hands to her face, closed fists, like she would usually do when excited.

"Is that real? Seriously?! That's awesome! I will come to visit you whenever I could!"

Angela lightly chuckled at the girl's excitement, but soon it was cut short by the loud sound of Fareeha's stomach.

"Oh, my. Are you perhaps having constipation problems?"

Fareeha made a face. "Oh, no! I haven't even lunch yet! I'm hungry..."

Ziegler chuckled, taking her hand to her face. "Oh Fareeha, you sure are one of a kind... Don't you want to have lunch with me and Torbjörn? I was just about to leave."

Her eyes glimmered. "Really? Can I have lunch with you?!"

"Of course! Then you can tell me what you have up to all this time on the facility!"

"AWESOME! Then let's get go- in... g..."

Angela raised a brow.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh no... I forgot about mama..."

She immediately ran to the door, barely gasping for air when talking.

"I can't have lunch with you today Mrs. Ziegler! But wait for me for dinner! If you caaaaaaaaaaan!..."

Her voiced echoed through the corridor as she made her leave.

Dr. Carvalho scoffed. "And there she goes."

Angela smiled. "That little girl is really one of a kind, isn't she?"

Fareeha ran as fast as she could through the endless corridors and stairs and halls of the facility, catching the attention of various agents scattered around the headquarters. Of course, Fareeha didn't have the influence of her mother to start pulling a group running; which was good, because she already had her mind focused on just one thing.

Finally, after just another flight of stairs, she got to the Commanding Office. Sweat poured all over her, she seemed like she would spit out her lungs at any given moment. She could barely enter the room, just stopping to catch her breath. Up ahead, she could just see her mother seated beside the panel table, alongside someone whom she could only see by their feet.

"Ya salaam! You really are making a habit out of running late, aren't you, habibti? I guess I will have to make you sweep that dojo a thousand times more!"

She shrieked. "Sorry mama..."

Before stepping ahead, Fareeha was surprised to hear a light, reserved chuckle. She though going by the shoes that Uncle Gabe was the one sitting beside her mother, but that definitely wasn't his laugh... if she ever even heard it. Finally, she entered the room and could see who that was: a totally unfamiliar face.

They both stood up. Fareeha was confused, her big black eyes widened with curiosity.

"So... Habibti, since last month's incident, we talked and we..."

Ana pulled her lips, looking to the side, defeated.

"... We decided that, you could use some... training... Other than the karate."

The girl's eyes went over the stranger for an instant, and then back at her mother. She slowly pulled a big smile, as Ana's expression further went sour.

"Really? I am getting into training!?"

Ana frowned, getting her hand over her forehead. "Yes, Fareeha, we are getting you trained."

The girl pulled in all the air she could.

"AWESOM-"

"BUT! Don't expect to get professional army training or anything. He has other things to do besides babysitting you."

Her eyes went back to the stranger, silent. After some awkward moment, Ana finally elbowed the stranger lightly. He got caught by surprised, rapidly recomposing himself and cleaning his throat, adjusting his cowboy hat.

"The name's Co- Jesse. Jesse McCree."