Your shock wasn't hidden, and the man saw that. He took the chance to push you aside and slip into your house.

"Gabriel Reyes was a great man, miss. I'm sorry for your loss," he said, sitting himself down at your dining table. You replied with a curt nod,

"Thank you." His lips curled upwards into a smile but no other parts of his face followed. A fake smile. You pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down.

"Tell me, how much did Gabriel tell you about work?" You gave him a puzzled look,

"What do you mean, we worked together."

"How much did he tell you about Blackwatch's relations?" You thought for a minute,

"Nothing much really, but I never needed to know" you answered truthfully. You two spent most of your time teasing each other or fucking like rabbits, work never fit in.

"That was your mistake, miss." Had you heard him right?

"What?" You breathed, your stomach dropping a few feet.

"Gabriel was hiding things from you. Blackwatch too," He was smiling now. Really smiling. And, shit, his smile was ugly. Crooked smile, all teeth showing, angry eyes.

"Things that could have stopped that bomb." You stared at him, hyperventilating, and utterly confused where this came from. "If only you had just asked," he sing-songed. You were staring at him, anger bubbling in you, and he burned holes into your eyes back. His smile swiftly faded, returning to his neutral scowl.

"Miss? Miss are you ok?" He questioned innocently. You scoffed in astonishment.

"What are you playing at?" You asked harshly, to which he pulled a shocked face.

"What are you talking about miss, did I say something wrong?" You softened. Had you imagined it? The line between reality and imagination was getting blurry. Your forced your breathe to slow and regained your composture.

"What did you want to tell me?" You questioned. He chuckled and you raised an eyebrow. His laugh quickly died and he slid a paper to you. You took hold of it. It was a picture of Jack's side.

"I believe this is why your boyfriend died. And it's your right to know, miss," He said, resting his elbow on the table and leaning forwards. Taking a close look you saw jack was talking with someone. The man passed you another picture. Jack glancing around suspiciously. You could see his face clearly now, and it stung. He was as handsome as ever, and gave of his usually 'perfect boy' vibe even when looking shady. But you ignored that to focus on a tablet the man was holding up to you. It was a video. You hesitantly pressed the play button.

"I'll only repeat this once, Morrison, so listen," some deep voice whisper-shouted. It was dark, so you couldn't make out much, just Jack. "You remind Reyes of Gerard then send him to Rialto. He kills Antonio, the world notices Blackwatch, we take it from there." Jack sighed, and looked to the ground.

"How do you know he'll kill Antonio?"

"Oh he will, there's no other way around it and Reyes isn't dumb." The video ended. You couldn't believe it. You scrambled to pick up the picture again. It can't be him. It wasn't him. Jack wouldn't do this. But the proof was there, laughing at your despair. The man was soaking up your reaction. You dropped the picture, stunned. The man put a hand on yours. It wasn't comforting.

"He's alive." You blinked, looking up at him desperately.

"Who? Who's alive?" You pleaded. His lips twitched.

"Jack," You couldn't lie, you were disappointed.

"He conspired again Reyes. Who's to say he didn't conspire against all of Overwatch? Who knows, maybe he planted that bomb." You shook your head. Your head was screaming. Lies, your heart screamed, but your head knew it wasn't.

"I'm from Talon miss," You jumped out of your chair, he raised his hands. "We are here to help, and give you revenge," It took seconds for his innocent tone to melt away into a dark one again. His crooked smile snapping back onto his face. "He took Gabriel away from you, and he still hasn't paid the price." He stood out of his chair, getting close to you. You growled at him, feeling tears wet your cheeks. "He gets to walk away from that bomb when your Gabriel couldn't? What gives him the right?" You heart rate was through the roof. Your muscles were tense, frozen in place. "He is walking around, living. And your here dying, wasting away, decaying. How dare he?" He grabbed your shoulders. You glared at him. He's right, a part of you whispered, Why DOES he have the right? Gabe's dead, gone, never to return because of him. "Talon could give you the information and tools. You could avenge Gabe. We would help you, and Jack Morrison's death would be your payment." Your breaths were heavy and laboured. He was still smiling wickedly. His eyes crazy. You sure your eyes were misted over. Your head sure was. You were gonna go deaf from the yelling in your head, but it was distracting you from the tears flowing out your eyes. The man leaned into you, his face close to yours, "Reyes is dead, gone. Jack is alive. Don't you-" your first made contact with his cheek, he bent over, holding his cheek. You weren't sure why you did that. Maybe you couldn't take what he was saying. But you shocked yourself and watched yourself seeth

"Fuck you, get the fuck out of my house." It was like seeing someone else. The man stood up, you expected some backlash, but his face was neutral. "Yes miss. But a storm is coming, and when it does, you will have only Jack Morrison to blame." He left without another words. Sighing, you turned around, hoping of drowning that mess with alcohol. When you walked up to the bench you saw a card. It said four words. 'Talon. Flip for retribution.'