~* Here we are! I saw some fanart of young Fareeha and an older Angela and I'm trash sorry*~

Fareeha paced back and forth in front of a holo-display of the planet earth. Highlighted regions of the planet signified possible Talon facilities. Possible places they could be holding Mercy. Dr. Zeigler… Angela.

She had long since discarded her armor. It was hindering her ability to think and right now a tank top and cargo pants were all she was really willing to put effort into. What agents they had available were staking out the locations closest to them in hopes of spotting Reaper or any of the other high ranking Talon operatives. Fareeha was spearheading the command portion. A vital point of contact should anything happen.

Should they find the good doctor…

Or should trouble rear its ugly hooded head.

Fareeha took a sip of cold coffee that Winston had delivered earlier in the night. It hadn't seemed all that appealing at the time but now the bitter taste helped to keep her grounded. Black. Just the way she liked it. She'd have to remember to thank him after everything was said and done.

She tried to keep her thoughts from wondering. The last Overwatch agent they lost to Talon had come back long enough to murder her husband in his sleep. She couldn't bear to think of what they could possibly do to Angela-

The soft swish of the door sliding open alerted her to someone's presence. Looking up from the map she spotted Soldier 76 standing by a desk near the entrance with two cups in his hands. "I didn't come to give you a pep talk. Coffee. What have we got." His voice is as gruff as it always is as he hands her a cup. The thought of him giving a pep talk would have almost been funny to her any other day.

"No reports of activity as of yet." Fareeha kept her report short, finishing her cold coffee before setting the extra mug aside. "We will find her." He gave a grunt in response sitting his own cup aside.

The two fell into tense silence, eyes on the map for any activity. It didn't take long for Fareeha's mind to start wondering again. Her memories of Angela…The woman had been in her life since she was a young girl. A friend of her mothers. Despite the time she didn't seem to age a day, a fact that she and Mei often joked about. In Fareeha's experience age wasn't always easy to judge from outward appearance.

Fareeha could see the age in those blue eyes. The way she looked at her teammates before every battle. Silently hoping she wouldn't have to use her staff. That they would have a clean mission with no casualties. Overwatch agents didn't tend to have clean missions with no casualties and more often than not she was at the front doing her best to keep them alive.

How did they repay her for all of her service though?

She watched Reaper take her. She watched as he disappeared with Angela's limp body slug across his shoulder. What good was she if she couldn't save one of their own! What was her excuse? No fuel? She could have ran! Something! Anything was better than standing by and watching!

"Something on your mind? Take it elsewhere." Soldier 76 as personable as ever. She ground her teeth together, crossing her arms in defiance. "If you have something you want to say spit it out. I have no time to babysit."

"No time? Looks to me like you have all the time in the world." She scoffs, leaning back against a nearby desk. "You aren't out in the field and you aren't tending to the wounded. As far as I was aware you weren't commanding the field agents. So what are you doing 76?"

His demeanor was unchanged by her harsh words, much to her displeasure. His red visor was focused on the display in front of them. "I remember when you were barely to my knee. Already planning your 'superhero' outfit. Angela humored you and helped with the designs. She loved playing with you. It took her off the battle field. Gave her something normal. Something she could never have. She hated that you wanted to join in the bloodshed but she couldn't deny you your imagination."

She had expected a verbal thrashing… Not a trip down memory lane. Reaching up he removed his mask, taking a slow sip of coffee. Jack Morrison seemed much older than she could ever imagine. The look in his eyes as he watched the globe slowly rotate on the display. The soft orange glow of the display highlighted the scars marring his once handsome features. "I want you to know I didn't come here with a pep talk. I came here to sit in silence because I need to be doing something. Anything.

~* Re-upload and re-edited! Thank you for reading! *~