Another sleepless night was awaiting Chris. But not for the same reasons as before. He was still contemplating on how he should approach this. Looking at his phone with the messages from this unknown sender, knowing very delicate information, thoughts plagued his mind. How does this person know about the slipstream? More importantly how does this person know of my relationship with Lena? At first he was pretty quick to meet this person. But then he started to really think, what if this is a trap? Talon isn't above using such tactics as this, but how did they get this much info? He certainly wasn't important enough to know anything of value to Talon. He was getting lost in his thoughts.
"This is when I need you the most." He muttered to himself. He always had talked to Lena when he was on the brink of a big decision, or if he needed guidance. She always seemed to have the right things to say. She had a knack for that. I have to go. What if they know something. Although the general consensus was that Lena was killed in action during the test flight, nobody could really say what exactly was her fate. Winston still hadn't the faintest idea on what became of the jet during that test flight.
"I can't risk not exploring every option." Chris finally setting his mind straight getting ready and making his way to the shuttles. He had suited himself up in his on field gear. He said he was going to go, but not unarmed. He had a small sac of some things he was bringing slumped over his shoulder, boarding the small shuttle. He thought it would be better if he would just leave without asking and explain himself when he returned. It would only hold him up trying to explain the situation.."Chris? What are you doing?"
Chris froze in his tracks and turned to meet the gaze of a half awake Winston who had fallen asleep at his work station in the hangar. Fuck, how could I miss a big fucking gorilla. Chris dropped his sac and walked over to Winston.
"I'm taking a shuttle for..private matters." Chris was being intentionally vague trying to give as little details as possible.
"Private matters?" Winston questioned rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses on. "I'm going to take a wild guess and say Commander Morrison doesn't know about this little endeavor." Chris looked down ashamed.
"Don't tell him I need to do this." Chris pleaded.
"What is it you need to do?" Winston finally asked.
Chris was hesitant to respond before showing Winston the messages on his phone along with the images. "I don't know who this person is or why they are wanting to meet with me but I have to find out why, and if it means finding out what happened to Lena," Chris paused for second "I just have to do this Winston."
"Believe me I want to try and find a way to bring Lena back to Chris, but it doesn't look like it is likely to happen."
"Winston you yourself said there was no debris, no sign of the jet. Which means she could still be out there somewhere! I'm not willing to give up on her. If there is the slightest chance to even finding out what happened to her..Winston I have to do this."
Winston let out a heavy sigh. "Be careful Chris. I'll tell Jack you are scouting something for me. Don't take too long."
Chris nodded at him before tossing his sac on the shuttle and taking off not knowing what he was going to come across in this meeting.
"She got away?" The hologram figured asked. Akande and Widowmaker were meeting with the Talon council to inform them of their failure to take out Sombra.
"Yes." Akande answers were short, he knew not to speak out of turn in front of the council.
"And what is to made of our little prototype?" Another hologram figure asked. Widowmaker refused to make eye contact with anyone keeping her stare to the floor.
"Scrap her. She failed her objective. And with the research wiped from the Alaskan base we would be starting from scratch all over again. She's a waste." Akande's response was filled with disdain. Widow still remained still not raising her head an inch despite being the center of attention at this point.
"We've invested a lot of time and money into funding the research that created her. It would a bit of a waste to scrap her now don't you agree?" The council seemed to discuss among themselves.
"I believe I should have at least some say in my project don't you." A red headed woman walked in the meeting.
"Ah Dr. O'Deorain so glad you could join us. Tell us what do you make of your little experiment here."
Moira looked over at the woman still looking straight down. "The data might have been lost but I believe salvage her and make her functional to your liking."
Akande's disgust was growing more visible, he did not have any faith in this experiment panning out. The fact that she was the cause of the failed mission didn't help sway his opinion.
"Good it's settled. Akande, we will discuss your next move towards apprehending Sombra. Doctor, if you could take your project and get to work."
Moira nodded and motioned for Widow to follow her. Widow ignored her at first just standing there motionless. Moira wasn't one of patience, she tapped a control on her wrist pad that sent a slight jolt through Widowmaker causing her to flinch slightly.
"The voltage will increase each time you make me use this. Don't make me repeat myself." Moira said in a cold tone. Widow didn't acknowledge her but followed her out of the room. The two were making their way to the lab, a place that Widow knew far too well.
"What happened out there? Akande indicated you froze up." Moira asked as she was hooking scanners up to Widow's head to monitor her brain activity. Still no response. Moira tapped the control again causing Widow to flinch and wince in a little pain. "I asked you a question."
"She called me Amélie." Widow spat out. "The name caused some..visions to run through my mind." Widow was still uncertain what she saw in her visions, but Moira knew exactly what had happened.
"I see." Moira turned and started to tap on a needle making sure it was working. This caught Widow's attention. She knew what was going to come next. She didn't show any fear on her face, but every nerve in her body was screaming for her to run. Moira turned to inject the substance into Widow's neck when she noticed Widow's gaze on the needle.
"It's either the needle or I crack you open fully awake. Your choice."
Widow looked down to the ground and slightly leaned her head to the side giving Moira an easier time to proceed with her procedure. She jabbed the needle in her neck and fully injected the substance in her. The room became hazy for Widow. This was what she hated. The fuzzy visions before her body started burning until she passed out. A forced sleep that would welcome horrid dreams. She fell back on the table finally succumbing to the sedative, fully at the mercy of the doctor until they woke her up again.
Chris was arriving at his destination, though he had no idea what he was getting himself into. As the shuttle landed Chris gathered both his sidearms and made sure his blades were fully functional. Can't be too careful, he thought to himself about to exit the shuttle. The rendezvous point was very secluded from anywhere but it looked to be a little further up the hill. He crept his way there, being very cautious of his surroundings. When he got to the top, there was nothing. Chris was being so anxious this whole time and then to see nothing, was like a punch in the gut. He slumped his shoulders holstering both his sidearms. Somehow I knew this was just a fools errand. Just as he thought that, he heard what seemed like a loud humming noise behind him.
"Coming fully armed? I'm beginning to think you don't trust me."
Chris jumped and turned to see the Mexican woman with her gun pointed at Chris.
"I could say the same about you. But you already seemed to know me, who are you."
Sombra smirked and lowered her gun, "Someone who just knows a lot."
"Maybe too much for her own good." Chris added
"Sombra shrugged, "Knowledge is a means to have the upper hand on you. People will always pay for information, that's why you're here aren't you?" Chris was trying to keep his cool but this smart ass was starting to get ti him a little.
"I'm here because you know something about the sliptream do you not? If not you're wasting my time."
"Oh yea that. Thought that might get your attention. You seemed so invested in that jet, you must really like flying huh, or someone who flies." She teased him again. Chris was losing his patience with her again.
"What do you want?" Chris asked. "You obviously need me for something to be teasing me to come out here in the middle of no where."
"What if I told you your little friend isn't dead." She smirked knowing this would peek his interest. Chris looked at her still uneasy whether or not he should really believe anything she was saying.
"The tech you guys were trying to perfect has already been perfected and tested by Talon." Sombra indicated her from her holopad pulling up schematics of a generator that wasn't so foreign to Chris. He didn't have a grasp on any of the technical aspects of it. Then he approached Sombra examining the picture closer.
"That generator..that's what they put on the warp bombs or whatever they're called."
Sombra raised her brow and put her schematic away, "How do you know that?"
"I saw some blueprints in passing when I was on a mission infiltrating a Talon base in Alaska. I didn't think much of it at the time."
"They've been testing them for years, at first they couldn't accurately map out their locations for their..re entry. There was an incident about 3 years ago where one of their bombs detonated over a city." Chris was taken back. Before Chris could ask if she was talking about what killed his family, she nodded, "It was them."
"You couldn't know all of this unless.." Then it dawned on Chris before he could spit it out. "Your with Talon." Chris said as he drew his side arms and pointed them at Sombra itching to pull the trigger. Sombra just snickered a little pushing his guns to the side.
"I'm no more a part of Talon than I am a part of Overwatch." Chris was confused by her statement as he raised his brow lowering his guns slightly. "How do you think you guys found out about the base in Alaska?"
Chris was tired of this going around in circles with Sombra, "Enough of this. Is Lena dead or not?"
Sombra grew that devious smirk again, "That depends on you my friend. You see I require someone with your skills to help retrieve something for me."
"You seem to be fine at the stealth thing why do you need me?"
"Oh stealth isn't the issue, it's that I cant fight off an entire base of Talon soldiers." Sombra leaned in close to Chris. "Here's whats going to happen. That base in Alaska? You are going back there to pick up something for me, codename weapon alpha. Get that for me and I'll send these schematics to your ape friend."
Chris thought about it for a while unsure if he could trust her. "How do I know this will bring Lena back?" His tone sounded that of one longing for a long lost friend. Sombra noticed this and for once just gave him a straight answer.
"Your friend isn't dead, she just doesn't have a place in time. It's a condition Talon calls chronal disassociation. With the time tampering your jet did with her in it, she's essentially ripped out of our time. She's more like a ghost unable to stay in a time period for long. She could be here right now. This generator will keep her anchored to this time and place." Sombra plainly said.
Chris started to get his hopes up. If anyone could build such a devise it would be Winston. Chris ran up and hugged Sombra to her surprise in a tight embrace. "Thank you."
Sombra just uncomfortably patted Chris on the back and backed away. "But remember, you don't get this until you help me got it? Oh and I wouldn't go telling anyone at Overwatch about our little arrangement. Wouldn't be such a good thing if they knew you were associated with me."
Chris nodded as he made his way back to the shuttle with Sombra as they were aiming to head for Alaska to retrieve this weapon.