Mercy knew she was asleep. She could feel her body being moved against her will, being drug and tugged on to who knows where. Yet she couldn't seem to fight the willpower to wake up, to fight back. What was the point of it? She had nothing else to look forward to. Sure she was rid of Anubis now, but where did that leave her? She had betrayed and abandoned any and all friends she could imagine, knowing that none of them would bother coming to save her. Would they come to try and take her down though? Her mind wandered with scenarios of what might happen if Jack and the others did find out where she had ended up, seeing their reactions to her body just laying in the middle of nowhere.

"Angela..."

Mercy's mind became blank as the voice entered her head. A chill took a hold of her as she instantly imagined that somehow the AI was still there but as the voice continued, her body relaxed and began to warm slightly.

"Angela, I need you to wake up. I need you to fight. You may be alone, but you will never be without those who care for you."

The voice was familiar, though in her addled state Mercy couldn't put a face or name to it. She did her best to ask questions, to think of something to say to the voice in order to get some kind of help. All she could think of was the failures she had been through and caused these past few days. How could she have let all of this happen? She had been of no use during the mission at Anubis' temple. The junkers and Mei had done everything. Hell she was the only one that had been truly hurt, only reinforcing the feelings of uselessness.

"Angela, please. You are a savior. You save people. You saved me."

Saved? The voice was becoming more familiar as time went on, fragments of a face and name starting to slowly trail across the back of Mercy's eyelids as her mind focused more on this puzzle and less on her current problems. She knew the voice, the person it belonged to. It was on the tip of her tongue, but just out of reach.

"You need to wake up Angela, you need to remember what you were to me, what you are to the others that you swore to protect."

A nightmarish flash filled Mercy's head. She remembered now, the voice and the person behind it. She felt her heart break as the picture she had in her mind didn't match the pleasant tone of the voice. What she saw was what she had seen during her walking nightmares. A broken body, covered in blood and stuck with arrows.

Genji.

"Angela please, you did nothing wrong. I am who I am today thanks to you. If it weren't for you I would have died that day. I do not blame you for anything you have done. In fact, I wanted to thank you."

Thank her? All Mercy had done was ruin a perfectly good man and his body, instead forcing him into a life of solitude and living with a mostly mechanical body. How was that something she could be thanked for? As she mulled this over, she began to realize that the voice in her head had to be something of her own imagination. There was no way that Genji could do something like this, even with all those ninja abilities and whatnot that he had told her about during their missions together. The boy had always done whatever he could to impress her, whether it was running up walls or deflecting bullets that were coming right at him. She remembered the one time he had miscalculated and missed one of her bullets. Thankfully she had been aiming for his arm, the thing grazing his shoulder just enough to teach him a lesson.

She felt herself smiling softly, the sleep over her body starting to lessen it's hold as she remembered the good times with him. She had looked up to him in a way, the boy having told her about the way his family was. He had been so strong through such a life, his brother...

Hanzo had tried to kill him. That was what Genji's help had led to. The once carefree boy had become the target of assassination by his own family. Mercy remembered the day they brought the boy in, her eyes unable to look away even though she wanted to just scream at them all. They had done this to him and now they wanted her to do something more. She hadn't even been sure of her ability. She had only given a few replacements limbs to various members over the years, but nothing like this. She had never been given the task of bringing someone back form the brink of death. She couldn't do something like that.

"But you did Angela."

The voice rang clear in her mind, the woman calming down once more as the soothing voice of the boy filled her head. She had done it, hadn't she? She had saved the boys life. Given him a chance to live where others had wanted to see him gone.

"You gave me a second chance to see the world Angela. I have never forgotten this and I live each day proudly now. Thanks to you and my new master. I have become a new man."

The wonderful thought of Genji being happy filled Mercy's head and body with a new feeling. It was a mixture of pride and adoration. She was still confused as to how her mind was making this stuff up, though she cared less about the way it was working with each new image of Genji succeeding at his new life. If he could do such things, then why couldn't she? She was tired of being afraid, being scared of what might happen. She was going to make a difference. All she had to do was open her eyes.

"That's it Angela, just wake up. I will be there shortly to..."

The woman opened her eyes suddenly, before the man could finish his sentence. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the bright lights that were shining all over the place. She sat up quickly, looking around to find nobody around. Her head hurt a bit, along with her back. Had they literally drug her to where she was? Her hair was a bit messy as she pulled it into a quick ponytail, not caring if she still had the mark from the AI on her neck. He was gone, it was just her now. But she could do this. Nothing could keep her from fixing things. First things first though.

Where the hell was she?

She began to slowly walk around, pistol drawn in case she had uninvited guests make an appearance. Her eyes darted from thing to thing, putting pieces together in her mind. She had to still be in Numbani, as the sun was still brightly shining and led her to assume she had only been out for a few minutes, possibly an hour tops. She made her way out of the small room, which had to have been a closet of some sort. Looking up and down the hallway, she began to hear voices coming from somewhere nearby, her senses alert as she softly shut the door behind her and ever so slowly crept towards the source of the noise. Coming to a corner, she crouched down low and peeked around to see if she could make anything out.

Her eyes widened a bit as she saw Amelie and her new friend, Sombra was it? They stood with their backs to her while a third person was further in the room. A tall, black clad figure, staring over a glass casing. Mercy couldn't tell what was inside the glass but she knew that it had to be something important if it had the focus of Talon. The woman pulled her head back to take a few deep breaths. What was she supposed to do now? There was no way she could take all three of them. She hadn't seen Amelie with her weapon, but she had been up close and personal with Sombra's and the girl didn't seem like the kind to be against putting holes in people who startled her. That and she had no idea what the last person could be hiding under that massive coat. She did her best to calm herself, listening to the three of them talk among themselves. She didn't focus on anything in particular as they spoke, her mind focus on hoping she had some form of communicator still a part of this attire.

The red, skin tight suit had been mostly for show when she had first worn it, but in her free time she had added some necessary things in order to make it much more than just a suit for sexual appeal. The suit had been updated each time Mercy had a grand plan for something new that might help. Obviously armor in vital areas to make sure she stayed alive in case her target was immune to her advances. She had added some wings to it, though they weren't as flashy as her Overwatch and government approve suit. She shook her head a bit as she noticed the tail was still there, wondering why she hadn't gotten rid of it when she had also removed the horns. As she thought about it, she remembered exactly why she hadn't done such a thing. Her hand pressed at the base of the tail softly, the thing falling off with a soft thud. Inside laid a hidden phone, one that she desperately needed at this point in time.

She looked back around the corner to check on her new friends, all of them still standing and chatting. What were they doing or waiting on? It didn't matter, as she had things to deal with. Taking the hidden phone into her hand, she dialed in a few buttons, marking the code for the emergency line to Overwatch. She heard Amelie and Sombra mentioning something about getting their new toy, her eyes darting back to notice they were walking towards her.

"Shit..." she mumbled, before dialing in the last few buttons to keep the phone going as an emergency beacon. Hopefully it still worked and hopefully someone would come. She tucked the thing back into the tail and kicked it into the shadows, under a tall display that was covered up. She then stood and put her pistol away, stretching and yawning loudly as she walked around the corner to meet Amelie and Sombra.

"Good morning ladies, where are... we?" Mercy was cut short on greetings as a gun was put in her face once more, the young hacker girl staring her down.

"Why are you out here?" Sombra questioned before Amelie pulled the girl's gun down with a sigh.

"Sombra, stop pointing your gun at people, especially those who help us with the plan. She wouldn't be able to handle any of us, let alone all three of us alone. She's just a medic." Amelie's cold words stung slightly, though Mercy merely nodded as she bit her tongue.

"I wouldn't dare try anything, I mean, you've pointed your gun at me twice now so I doubt I'd be quicker on the draw than you!" Mercy did her best to smile, hoping that the fakeness of it didn't shine through too brightly. The girl put her gun down and scoffed, waving off the two others rather dismissively.

"Whatever, you all are no fun anyway. This whole mission is so boring!" The gilr sighed as she walked towards the black clad body standing in the distance, the being still having not moved from the spot since Mercy had first seen them.

"Yo Gabe, when are we leaving? This place is waaaaay more dull than you said it would be and I don't think your plan is working too well!"

Mercy froze, her eyes boring into the back of that tall figure. Had Sombra just said...

"This IS the plan."

"No... it... it can't be..." Mercy began to mutter to herself, Amelie noting the shaken look on the woman's face before smirking softly.

"Oh my dear little angel, what's wrong? You look as though you've seen a ghost." The tone in which Amelie was speaking was rather uncharacteristic, though Mercy was visibly more worried about the man clad in black.

"YOU WERE DEAD. WE ALL MOURNED YOU!" Mercy screamed at the figure, her cheeks stained with tears once more. She of all people should have known that death meant little when it came to Overwatch, with funerals meaning even less. Jack had been alive for all this time now, so why was it so hard to believe that Gabriel had survived as well?

The figure raised it's head, turning slightly to face Mercy now. She was taken aback as she saw the black clad figure was strapped with ammunition, his face covered by.. a skull mask?

"Gabriel died, you saw to that. But don't fret Angela, for what you brought into this world is something much greater than Gabriel."

The voice was so distorted and yet Mercy knew that it was Gabriel under the mask, there was no hiding that fact from her. Was this some sort of sick joke? What was he doing with Amelie and Sombra? Why was he wearing that old outfit? He could of course ask her the same thing, which only made the thought of him being evil sting more.

A sudden rush of anger swept over Mercy as she darted at the man, clenching her jaw and her fists, ready to punch him until he saw reason.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Her first punch was easily caught by the man, sapping the fury from anything else she could have mustered up. She was breathing heavily, staring into the empty darkness of eye holes before she shouted once more.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO LIE, LIE TO MY FACE GABRIEL!"

The man chuckled almost sadistically before reaching up and grasping the mask and taking it off slowly to reveal his face.

Mercy felt her stomach drop as she saw first hand at what she had done to the man. It was just like in her nightmares, yet somehow even worse. He looked to be long dead, though there was no decomposing. His face was ghostly white, his lips a pale blue from what Mercy had to assume was from the lack of oxygenated blood pumping through him. More than anything, she saw her failure. Compared to bringing back genji, Gabriel had been a different story.

"I... I'm sor-"

"I don't want your pity or apologies Angela." The man's words were sudden and harsh in tone, the woman unable to look at him any longer.

"I want something else." He pulled her up from where Mercy had slumped from the draining of her fury just seconds ago. He put the mask back on before continuing, though his actions seemed strange and out of place considering their interactions so far. His claw covered hands grazed along her cheeks and neck, her warmth scorching his ice cold body. In that moment, he felt like the Gabriel she remembered. The rough around the edges, but caring Gabriel.

"Join me Angela."