I brought up my shield up as he shot his helix rockets at me. I tried to deflect them back at him, but the force made me change my angle and made them slam into a computer. I rolled to him and shot off the flashbang knife and blinded him. I sliced his stomach and attempted to slice his ear off.

Morrison dodged the next blow and shot me in the leg. I hit the ground and put up a shield to deflect the onslaught. He stopped firing and ran off. I ran after him. A blue flash came near my head as I crouched behind a counter. Rubble exploded above me.

I hopped the counter and redirected the next shot back at Morrison. He was no match for my speed as I quickly overtook him. I cut the back of his neck. He quickly changed direction and stood his ground. He shot at me. Two bullets cut through my chest as I put up my shield once again and put a bullet back into his stomach. He looked furious as he ran back and turned around. I put my shield down.

"Fuck you," I braced myself up in the midst of my pain. "Fuck you!" I had to plant my feet as my legs were slipping awkwardly from the loss of balance. I was gripping my knives tightly.

"You need to calm down," he said lowering the gun. "I'm sorry."

"No, no," I muttered. "I don't think you are. You just think you can make comparisons of my darkest days and get away with it."

"Let it go. You can't stay like this forever. Zøe is gone."

"Don't. Say. Her. Fucking! Name!" I nearly screamed as I charged him. Only fifty feet. Forty. Thirty. He shook his head sadly. I had my knife ready to pierce his abdomen and spill his intestines all over the floor. I could already picture the gravestone and the obituary.

"I've got you in my sights," he said aiming. Before he could fire, a bigger shield than my own appeared. It was Reinhardt's. I planned to jump over him, but then a body slammed into me. The air was knocked from my lungs. I groaned as I sprawled on the floor and the knives flew out of my hands. With my wounds, I found it hard that I was even going to be able to stand up. I saw both of my weapons in arms reach. As I extended my hands, Lena suddenly appeared and snatched them up.

"Lena," I whispered. I realized my time was up and Mecree let them go. I staggered up to my feet. I spat up a glob of dark blood from my mouth. My chest felt like it was caved in. I saw Reyes with his shotguns out. He holstered them. Angela held her pistol out aimed at me and she slowly lowered it. Genji was nowhere to be seen, but Mecree was standing with his arms crossed. His pistol didn't even looked touched. Winston was adjusting his glasses and he looked like he could jump at any moment.

"You think we're finished?" I asked Morrison as I fell to my knees. I rose back to my feet. "You have no idea who you just pissed off."

"That's enough," Reyes said. "Nyght, let's just blow your steam off elsewhere. Come on. We have another mission for you."

"Not, yet," I tried to rise, but stumbled back down. "Just…" I fell on my face. My breath was labored. I felt someone run up to me. It was Angela. She pressed her staff to my wound and it was bright yellow. I felt numb at first, and then I felt warm. I smiled slightly as I let my eyes slip unfocused.

I woke up on a helicopter. The whirring was silent. I saw Reyes was standing above me. He was smiling. His skin was smooth and riddled with fatherly love and sarcasm. I saw Genji sitting down silently with his swords strapped on himself. I also saw Mecree standing next to Reyes and speaking lightly to him.

And Amélie.

I gave a small laugh. Reyes looked down at me. "You look alive."

"I think you're fucking crazy for bringing her," I said.

"I think you both need to blow off some steam. P!us, I got you something I want you to try out. A new device. They call it a translocator."

"What does that do?"

"Teleports you to it. Leave it behind and when you want, you teleports you back by doing some weird shit to your body. I believe the more accurate definition is translocating. I don't have the fucks to give, the point is that we got a job. Here." He handed me a backpack and my shemagh. I took them both and tied the wrapping around myself.

"It'll reload and pick up the translocators as you go along, so don't worry about picking up tour mess. Unless it's a body."

"I'm not doing it if Morrison-"

"Morrison doesn't even know."

I smiled. I sat up and looked out the window. I saw vast city lights below. It looked a market place and we ascended upwards and I saw the the tower. We flew into a small landing port. Reyes touched my shoulder.

"We've got one job and one job only. Kill Montoya Devaka. Take this picture." He said handing me a photo. It was black woman with a scar over her eye. She looked as if she'd just fought a war. Her hair was pulled back in a bun. I recognized her face, but not the name. She was a arms dealer in Romania. I suppose she just had to come to Asia by default.

I nodded. "So, Amélie," I called her. She turned to me.

"My codename is Widowmaker."

"Widowmaker," I corrected. "I need you to get to a high rooftop. If you can't get a clear shot, I need you to cover Reyes and Genji. Genji, I want you with Reyes to just start picking off everyone. Mecree, I need you to watch my back as we lead the charge."

Reyes grinned. "Well, let's go."

The helicopter door opened and we jumped out. I had my two knives sheathed as I planned to try out this translocator. I threw it away from me and it fell faster and hit a rooftop. I grabbed Mecree and waved my fingers. We suddenly were standing upright with no impact. My stomach felt nauseous though. After nearly puking, I climbed over the railing and let myself fall to the ground. Only ten feet. I used my knife to slow my fall. Mecree took the steps as we approached the stairs leading into the front entrance which was being guarded by two Omnic soldiers.

I pulled out the translocator and threw it in front of the guards. They looked down at it and I ran up the steps to behead them both at their necks. Mecree came up behind me and lit a cigar.

"Really, man?" I said.

"Let's just go."

"Why do you have to light a fucking cigar in the mission?"

"Because I want to smoke. Mind your fucking business."

"What?"

Mecree pulled out his pistol and spun the chamber as he pulled the trigger. A guard fell down. "Can we go now?" He asked. I rolled my eyes as I led the way up the steps and into some type of control room. I saw Amélie up top on some type of balcony. I followed her rifle's trajectory and saw Montoya. I also saw Reyes and Genji close behind the unsuspecting group. Montoya was surrounded by dozen of guards armed with pistols and rifles.

"Widowmaker," I whispered into the mic in my ear. "Do you have a clear shot?"

"Yeah, but there are two guards about to creep up on me. I won't be able to survive if I shoot."

"Alright," I said. "Change of plans. Kill them all and then destroy surveillance."

"My pleasure," Reyes said as he stepped out with his shotguns and began to fire. I heard rushing, but when Mecree and I stepped out in the open to get a better view, only Montoya was left. She had a wounded leg. I cracked my neck as I held my knives more gingerly. I sheathing them. Amélie swooped down off a rope gracefully with a speck of blood on her cheek.

"Genji," I said. "Go destroy surveillance."

"As you wish comrade," he said dashing off. I walked up to Montoya.

"Hi," I said. "Sorry, we just really wanted to talk to you. You look very, very pretty."

Montoya looked up at me and spit in my face. I sighed. She tried to get a pistol from her hip, but she was too sore to even reach to the handle of the weapon. She looked hack up to me with a quivering lip.

"Let me go and I'll give you information," she said rasply.

"I need nothing from you."

"Zøe Nïver."

I froze. "Who?"

"You know what I said, Nyght Nïver. Zøe Nïver. I've got fucking information."

I looked at Reyes. He was one of the only three people who knew something besides me. He stared back at me. I grabbed Montoya. "Tell me what you know," I growled.

"I know where someone who knows where your daughter is. Come on, you have to believe me."

"I don't have a daughter!"

"No, you don't know you have a daughter," she smiled grimly. "But you can. If you let me go."

"Where is she?" I yelled.

"I don't know, but there are these two who might have a lead on her. Two highly troubled criminals. Names are Junkrat and Roadhog. They're in Nepal."

"How do you know you're not lying?"

"How do I know you're not going to kill me?" She said. We were in complete silence. She let her lips curve into a dark wicked smile. I had the deadliest stare in the world. I could just kill a pack of wolves by looking at them. She held my hands that touched my hands that gripped her shirt collar. I nodded my head.

"You're coming with me," I said. "New plans," I looked up at Reyes. "We take her to Nepal and-"

"Nyght," he shook his head. "We'll take her in to prison. If it turns out she's lying, we'll slip some poison in her. But we're not just going straight to Nepal. We'll go after those two as a real unit, not as Blackwatch. Let's go next week and I swear that we'll do it to the fullest extent and if Morrison prevents us, we'll go in as Blackwatch. But right now, we need to get out of here."

"I've got your back," Mecree touched my shoulder. "Just take it slow."

Amélie nodded in agreement. Genji had returned. I pursed my lips. "Fine," I slammed Montoya so hard into the bulletproof windows they cracked. "Let's go."

I sat on my bed in just my sweatpants. My ghostly skin made the moonlight my equal. I stretched my self out and looked out the window. I found the city lights underneath me to be disturbing. I wished I could've just had a more peaceful light like an ocean or a vast hill with a Japanese cherry blossom near me. Something to associate peace within my soul.

The apartment building was a new kind of scenery than the old Russian shack I used to live in. Granted, by all technical means, I was still on base. Ana was the only one who lived off post of any base with her daughter Pharah. Actually, Lena just moved off post last night with her girlfriend Emily. But besides them, no one lived off post. I view this place as some sort of prison sometimes. Other times, I feel as if it's the safest place in the world.

Drinking the calmness mixed with the bright lights, I breathed a sigh. I heard a knock come from my door. I stood up and walked to my door while pulling on a black tank top. I wasn't the most muscular, but I was most certainly not the most skin on bones. Not a Reyes, but not a Lena.

I opened the door and saw Angela. She was in her doctor's uniform with the blue giving her a younger look.

"Hi," I said scratching the back of my head. "You need something?"

"I was just… checking on you," she said with wide eyes.

I gave a small shift. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no. It's just I'm just not used to you not wearing your shemagh. You look quite handsome. Just… nevermind. I'm just surprised."

"I know my charms are amazing, but I didn't think they were strong enough to get you to see me at one in the morning. "

"It's actually two."

I nodded. Angela was always the one to make very precise about things. A doctor's habits die hard I guess. I heard a whistle of a plane way above. It added to the tranquility of the night. I consider turning on the lights, but decided against it. I didn't want to disrupt such beauty. Not that it would be ruined with Angela around.

"Would you like to come inside?" I asked.

"Oh, can I?" She asked politely.

"Absolutely." I let her in. Shutting the door, I let the lit candles lead me through the house. The smell of vanilla. I allowed true scent to be toned down, but I was just coming off of the really strong candles last week after I accused it of making my ham taste weird.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked going to the kitchen. "I've got some water, green tea hot or cold, and some vanilla coffee."

"Green tea, hot, please," she requested in a beautiful voice. Fuck the tea, that could've warmed me up just fine. I began to boil some and I brought out a box of chocolates. I saved these for guests and even had it labeled on it. I put the box on the table. Angela raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"You just seem to be nice. You do this for all your guests?"

"Reyes doesn't eat anything unless it's a minor event that we discuss something. Genji will occasionally swoop by where we'll talk some important matters and he'll have some of the chocolates and tea. Mecree just smokes and will eat some Christmas Eve dinner with me. I just really keep the chocolates for Genji. Didn't know what you liked. You don't have to eat them if you don't-"

"No, no, no, no, no, no," she refuted. "I wasn't refusing them, I was just wondering why you seem a little less… well… uh…"

"Fun?"

Angela gave me a glare. "You know what I mean. Just less amped up."

"Well, it is two in the morning. I just want to make my guest more comfortable. I better check on the tea. Genji usually eats the milk chocolates on the last row, but, uh, the third row is dark, the second is mint, and the first is Swiss," I said getting up. As soon as I said Swiss, Angela's eyes widened. I forgot momentarily that she was addicted to Swiss. I knew Genji would never see another Swiss again in my house unless he got here first.

I pulled the tea off the stove and began to pour cups before returning them on china. Angela sat back as I gave her a cup. I took mine and drank. There was a small silence. She took off her boots and tucked her feet beneath herself. She reminded me of a kitten.

"What are you even doing up so late?" She asked.

"When beauty comes knocking, you don't pass on it."

Angela blushed. She was on the couch and I was in my rocking chair. I stayed still however so I could drink my beverage. She put one chocolate in her lips. I don't know how to say this, but everything she did was so sexual. As if simply watering the plants would bring on a swooning person. She was just so…

Innocent.

"Can I ask you something?" Angela asked as if she was going to ask something really personal.

"Go ahead."

"Um, don't flip out, but, who is this… Zøe?"

I slumped my shoulders and then composed myself again. This talk was inevitable to be spoken, but with Angela? I eyed her. Then I decided against my gut instinct telling me to forget Zøe. "Well," I braced myself for backlash. "She… she was my previous wife. She died because I got involved with Overwatch. We, well, I might as well tell you the whole story…"