I took off my mask slowly. Sombra was looking at me with bright eyes and she reached to my hip and took my translocator.

"Ooo, what is this papi?" Sombra grinned. "Some type of teleportation device."

"Translocation," I corrected her.

"I might need this later," she smiled put the translocator on her belt.

"Always leave yourself a backdoor," I scooted forward.

"So, I hear you're trying to dethrone me from No. 1 on the most wanted list of the world."

"I'm just here to meet you. We had intelligence you were in Dorado."

"Well, I had to abuse some of my power with my expertise in hacking."

"That doesn't seem fair."

"Where's the fun in playing fair. Besides, it's not everyday you get to notice a betrayer of a close accomplice. Her name was Montoya, right?"

"She's under lock and key."

"For now," Sombra looked at Tue back of her nails lazily. Extending her palm to me and spreading her fingers out. Angela was clearly tense next to me. Everyone else seemed just as nervous.

"I'm about to go into hiding for permanent retirement."

"How about we have a more private discussion? Can you guys excuse us?" Sombra asked politely. Pops grabbed Angela by the arm and hauled her up. I was about to lunge, but Sombra held up a hand. Pops let Angela go and escorted her out. Everyone left and it was just Sombra and I at the table.

"Private," I resounded her words.

"It's the most I can afford. It's not easy with eight hundred million in Euros in stolen digital money." I smirked and so did she. "So, you're my father?"

"I am."

We just sat in awkward silence as Sombra drummed her fingers on the table. After a long moment, she stood and so did I. We stared at each like wolves. Neither knowing what to really do. She stalked closer to me and was examining me. She observed my breaths as I observed her features. She had her mother's eyes.

"What… what was my mother's name?"

"Zøe," I replied softly. "You have her eyes."

"So, who is this, Angela?"

"She's my wife. Your mother was separated from me and died getting you to safety."

"Do you have-"

I took a picture from my pocket. The last one I saved for this occasion. The one I always carried with me. I took my daughter's hand and pressed the photo into her hand.

"She looks beautiful," she looked into the picture of her pregnant mother in a red dress. Her face was just as timeless as the last time I saw her. Sombra brushed her thumb over the back and looked up to me with a small smile.

"Thank you," she nodded. "I owe you one."

"There's a woman named Amélie or as you will learn, Widowmaker, and you're to help her with one assignment."

"Hooking me up with another criminal so fast?"

"Actually," I scratched the back of my head. "I might die and I wouldn't have you meet her if it wasn't for the circumstances."

"Die? Whoa, no! You can't just die on me. We just met."

"I'll try to survive, but I'm about to overthrow Overwatch. There's going to be casualties. If I make it out, I will find you."

"You don't sound so sure," Sombra noted with suspicion.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure we'll succeed."

"Why are you even on the run?"

"Because I fell in love with your mother." And with that, I retold her everything leading up to her birth. Starting at how I made my first kill to the moment I burned the epic after her funeral. I didn't even hide the fact that I killed the surrogate. When I finished, we sat down in a comfortable silence. A lot of information needed to be sat down with anyway.

"She died thinking you cheated on her," Sombra leaned back breathing out a puff of air. She was still trying to process the information like a computer. She was just have a little too many open and freezing up right now.

"I lie to myself that she died knowing the truth."

"I suppose that's a fair enough reason to wage a war. But if they blame you for mamá's death, I'll go with you to fight."

"No," I said swiftly. "I need you alive."

"No, I'm coming with you. I will not have you losing and putting mi madre's name to shame."

"Sombra, I can't have you losing your life over this. I'm not confident in my abilities to win. I don't think I'll be able to kill Morrison. This is my fight. I need you to fight a different fight."

"What fight?"

"One day, when the corruption has washed over and the time is right, you will emerge to fight for what is right for yourself. I have to go."

"No!" Sombra stood up with tears in her eyes. She was aiming her weapon at me. Threatening me as if I left, she'd shoot me. Possibly herself. "Don't go…"

"How about this," I stood up and took her hand, lowering the weapon and setting it on the table. "I will find you again."

"Alive?"

I took a deep intake of breath. I didn't want to lie to her. But, maybe I didn't have to accept death. I kissed my daughter's forehead. "I promise."

Sombra hugged me tightly. "I best not see you dead."

"La muerte no me detendrá."

"No, Papi. Permanecer, por favor."

"I will try to come back to you."

"No… you won't," she breathed in acceptance. I cupped her cheeks and gazed into her eyes.

"A Nïver never lies."

"That's a lie."

"But you know what?"

"What?"

"They don't break their promises. So even if I do die, I will see you again. Con El Señor. Or perhaps we will see each other again on Earth. I promise you, hija, I will not abandon you."

Sombra embraced me tighter and then, she let go. She became invisible. She took my translocator, her weapon, and I felt her leave the diner. My phone rang and I looked down at it. There was text and my plane was scheduled to leave in less than two hours. I shrugged and walked outside where Pops, Angela, Emma, and Claire were in the car while the waitresses and cops went back inside. I got in the car.

"To the airport," I said without any protest. "We're going back to Switzerland."

"Nyght," Claire held out her phone in video position. "You need to see this."

I looked into the screen and saw the news. The news that an Overwatch agent named Ana had just died. The body was unable to be retrieved. I sucked in my breath. Amélie wasted no time.

Meanwhile, protestors were becoming more violent with the passing moments and they were jeering at Morrison and Reyes holding they're hands up trying to calm everyone down. Shouting about affiliations of Blackwatch and my escape. Morrison was surround by a group of protestors and he looked concerned.

"According to new reports," a female reporter from the American news buzzed from a helicopter above. "The U.N. will be in discussion with what will happen next with Overwatch now that classified files have been released about assassinations, kidnapping, ransom, and more crimes. With the recent criminals, Nyght Nïver, and possibly his accomplice, Angela Ziegler on the run, it could be looking like the end of the organization we put so Mich trust into. In other reports, it looks as if Angela Ziegler may not have consensually left with Nyght Nïver and could be a kidnapping victim. The KGB and the CIA are currently collaborating in order to find them. Be warned however, do not attempt to apprehend them and call police if you have any information. The bounty is rounding up to 250,000,000 Euros.-"

Claire turned off the phone. I squeezed my eyes shut and started to think. "Alright," I opened my eyes. They were purple as I was thinking hard, but slightly pissed off. "Angela, that's the story. If something happens, you were kidnapped. Claire, Emma, Pops, I never existed. And Angela, you need to be ready to heal anyone who might get hurt."

"Are you going to fight them?" Claire asked.

"Yes," I clenched my fists. "My plane leaves in two hours and I have to call to turn the plane back to Switzerland. Start driving."

Pops floored the pedal. Claire was looking at me with soft eyes. "What's going on?"

"I have to kill Morrison before he kills Reyes. Or at the very minimum, force him out of his position. Otherwise, he'll kill Reyes and my daughter."

"No," Angela protested. "No killing."

"Angela-"

"No killing," she said firmly.

"Fine," I sat back. "But I will do whatever needs to be done to save everyone. Ana is dead and as of now, I need to get Reyes to safety."

"And we will, but don't release your fight right now. We're thousands of miles from home."

I started to calm down. I relaxed into my seat as we navigated and cut through traffic. After about thirty minutes, we arrived at the airport where there were police. SWATs and FBI agents. I knew the were looking for us.

"Fuck," I hit the back of the seat. "How are we supposed to get there now?"

"Wait," Claire looked at me with a small smile. "You say you're trying to make the world a better place by overthrowing Overwatch? Right?"

"Yeah?" Angela raised an eyebrow.

"Do you two know how to fly a plane?"

"Of course."

"How fast could you get a plane off the ground?"

"Probably two minutes."

Claire looked at Emma and then Pops. They nodded somberly. Claire leaned over and kissed Emma before getting out of the car. Pops revved the engine as Emma pulled a pistol from her waistband.

"Nyght, make it right," Claire smiled at me. I nodded, not knowing what she was doing until she pulled out a pistol herself and opened fired on the police. Pops swerved off and crashed through the fencing surrounding the airport.

I looked out the back windshield and saw Claire reloading after downing two officers. She was hiding behind a string of parked cars.

Ready to die.

Pops got to our plane and slammed on the brakes. He order us out as he drove off with Emma shooting back and luring the police away. The car was going over seventy miles an hour, at least. Armored cars and jeeps started to go after them. They completely abandoned the plane.

Angela and I ran onto the plane steps and saw the pilot wasn't there. We got inside and Angela sat in the front seat and began to prep for takeoff. She flipped switches, pushed buttons, and did a hundred things I never knew she could do. I could fly a helicopter, but I couldn't fly a plane. Fucking ironic.

"Dammit," she cursed under her breath. "I hope they refueled enough."

I lifted the stairway and saw a blinker flicker on. It was the gas tank saying it was full. Yes! Angela began to pull the plane back and turn it on the runway. I saw that wings started to lift. The plane started to gain speed.

Suddenly, we were in the air. Soaring over the gunfight. I looked down and saw Claire's dead body and Pops had crashed the car. Emma staggered out of the car and kept shooting while I did not see Pops. I closed my eyes at their heroic sacrifice.

And then we were off to save Reyes. Skimming over the rest of Massachusetts and soon across the Atlantic. The entire time on the plane, my eyes were red.