After the big shock of the words on the card eventually weared off, and you spent the rest of the week as usual; You woke up, died on the inside a bit, went to the empty office building Overwatch had rented, came home early, and drank till your whiskey bottle looked like it was dancing. Your TV was mumbling to itself, your lights on and left on out of laziness, and your clothes thrown on the floor. You had showered and put new ones on, it's just you were lazy on the way there. You took a tired glance at the clock. 11pm already, huh. Staring at the bar bench and taking occasional drinks really did pass the time. You took a moment to listen to the rain. Then, you returned to the imaginary drawing of Gabe you were tracing onto the bench with your fingers.

"Er, c-commander? You wanted to speak… with me?" He smiled at your stutter, you couldn't hold eye contact with the growing heat at your cheeks. He stared deep into your face and you wondered if you had something on it.

"Tu eres preciosa," he said. You gave him a puzzled glance. He finally broke the eye contact to look at something to the left. He waved his hand with a 'nevermind'.

"Anyway, how many times do I have to tell you, call me Gabriel," he scolded to which you smiled and fiddled with your hair. You cleared your throat, getting your head clear.

"Well then, Gabriel, why don't you tell me what you wanted to say?" you sung his name. He smirked at you. You gave him a teasing wink. Where did you get the confidence? When you thought about it, you were always surprising yourself when you were around Gabe. You were always more self confident around Gabe. You were always just a better person in general around Gabe. He crossed his arms and grinned at you,

"Well I was going to ask you out, but I guess I should be asking you to meet me in my office for bad behavior instead." You chuckled before his words set in. You froze.

"What?" you breathed. He blushed badly, glancing away again.

"I...was going to ask you if you wanted to train in the shooting range together sometime, f/n" he spluttered. You had never seen a bear of a man get flustered before. 'I can mark that off the bucket list' you noted. You snorted. His face dropped into a anxious worry. You let out a boisterous laugh. After a while, your laugh gradually faded. you put a hand on his shoulder. He took his eyes off of whatever was to the side of you and looked at you expectantly. You took a breathe, but just snorted again. His eyebrows creased slightly.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just, you know your a true Blackwatch member when your crush asks you out to the shooting range and not a cafe or something." you beamed at him. He was looking off to the side again anxiously so you gave his shoulder a squeeze with a warm smile.

"I would love to, Gabe," your contagious smile slipped onto his face.

You blinked as your mind clicked back with your sight. Your consciousness slipped back into this world, reality is what most would call it. You just call it depression. The picture of Gabe's smile melted back into the dark wood of the bar bench. The smell of coffee that Gabe used to make dripped into a burning sensation from the air conditioner blowing hot air in your face. The feeling of cloth with Gabe's arm under it turned into the cold glass of half-finished whiskey. My sad reality, you sighed. A 'Ding!' sounded throughout your solemn home. You groaned and got up. Haven't I been here before? Mercy's last visit was three days ago, so she was due soon. Hiding the bottle and putting the glass in a hidden spot, you opened. Jesse stared back at you from the other side. He was pulling suitcases, holding an umbrella between his cheek and shoulder. 12PM you added. Jesse had moved from another base to stay in Switzerland for a while, maybe he was heading back. You realized you had let him stand in the rain long enough and stepped aside. He rushed in.. You went to take his umbrella but he just dropped everything and scooped you into him. His chin resting on your shoulder he rocked slightly. When he pulled back he was wiping tears.

"Jesse?! What's wrong?" you panicked. He sniffed loudly and huffed out a breathe. He took a deep breath back in.

"I'm leaving, pumpkin. I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you earlier, but Blackwatch wouldn't let me just leave. Not after joining their agreement. If you knew I would be dead meat, I'm sure you'll understand?" he spat out. You tried to soak up what he was saying.

"An agreement?" You questioned. Jesse glanced around.

"Look, Gabe protected you. I can't tell you what from, I hope you'll forgive me someday, but Blackwatch wasn't the big family you describe it as. It was a pact, darling." Jesse scrunched his eyes closed and paused for a second. You closed your eyes too. You already had one man knocking at your door to mind-fuck you this week, no more please.

"That ain't what I'm here for. I won't be able to come back, honey. Leaving without notice from Blackwatch ain't allowed, but damn, shit has gone to hell an' I'm getting out of here. I won't be able to contact you for a while; Running with overwatch secrets is gonna make me a criminal. But I will see you again one day, I promise." he hugged you tight again. He laid a kiss on your cheek and stepped away. You sat there dazed. Pact? Leaving? Can't come back? You couldn't process anything. Gabe's death had already slowed you down a lot, talon's recruiter had broke your mind's legs. What was this going to do to you when it sunk in? You sat there for a while, and through all the humming inside you, one clear thought came to you. It was now or never.

"Goodbye, Jesse."

"Till we meet again, sugar."

You sat down at your stool again, staring at that same bit of wood. You drank till the bliss of unconsciousness took you back to memories and blankness.

You were gutted. Jesse wasn't joking, he was gone the next day. He didn't turn up to work the day after that. Or the next. Blackwatch and Overwatch's alarms were blaring. After seeing the horrors and doings of the most secretive part of Overwatch, which was already on thin ice, you weren't allowed to just walk away. You had to have weeks of notice, multiple contracts that limited your ability to talk about your time in Blackwatch, and many checks to make sure you weren't going to run to any other organization and blab Overwatch's secrets. You were asked about Mccree's disappearance, but you kept your mouth shut. You said you spent the night watching TV and drinking. Not entirely a lie. Moira also disappeared altogether. You didn't care. She was such a cold, condescending bitch all the time you were sure Blackwatch's environment improved a lot without her. Apparently the hag had taken a bunch of agents medical reports on her way out. Agents now weren't allowed to take anything from work home, work papers had to stay at your desk, no logging into your account from anywhere except the office. Anyone logging in from outside would have their account locked and would be 'questioned'. It didn't affect you much, you didn't take work home. You didn't do anything at 'home'.

You finished the day, and got home. Weekend. You celebrated not needing to to get up early anymore. You could just lie in bed and pretend to not notice how cold the space next to you felt. You flicked on the TV and grabbed snacks. You couldn't be bothered to cook so you threw a ready meal in the microwave and changed channel to the news. You ignored it though, eyes training on the black card you threw on the table in anger that night.

'Talon. Flip for retribution.'

Retribution. You pulled out you phone, searching for its definition. 'Punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act.' Your mind flashed Jack and Gabe, linking arms and smiling. You had that photo somewhere, you had just buried it out of fear. New wounds made by a knife that had been held against your skin for a long time, you just hadn't seen the knife until someone showed you it. Until someone baited you with a bandage. New wounds that didn't seem to be healing. New wounds where everything was salt to be sprinkled on top. How long had this been going on for? Jack had certainly seemed stressed near the end, Gabriel was too. But before Rialto Jack was fine, was he pretending? 'Jack is alive somewhere. That means the answers are still there,' something whispered inside you. The more you thought about it, the more it eat at you. But, luckily, the microwave alarm sounded. It was hard to rip your eyes away from it. Retribution. You stood with a knee crack and went to go get your ready meal.

You came back to a neon banner scrolling across the TV screen: 'OWL MASKED KILLER TERRORISING LARGE BUSINESS HEADQUARTERS' Intrigued, you turned up the volume. A feminine omnic talked in a brisk, formal tone.

" Large companies have been on lock down lately with the series of traumatic attacks. A person in a nearby apartment block caught videos of the supposed criminal," a hazy picture of a man in black, something white peeking out from his hood, "The man is supposedly wearing a black hoodie and a white, skull mask." another picture showed up next to it, and as the reporter said, he was wearing a skull shaped mask.

"He was carrying multiple weapons, and killed many people. Bodies have been found withered and skeleton looking. Many people have already started calling this mysterious man 'The Reaper'." The Reaper? Making recognizable names for scumbag people would only increase the fear in the world. You were second away from clicking off the TV when Jacks shiny face appeared on the screen.

"Investigators are working on finding this newly emerged villain. But with so many criminals in the world now, and no more Jack Morrison to save the day. Everyone's asking if this is even a surprise anymore."