Chapter 18-Video

"Gabriel, you moron! What do you think you're doing?" Sombra almost shouted as her boss passed her by in the hall, prepared to meet Lena for their next day of "activities."

"You'll have to elaborate," he croaked, apparently knowing what she meant.

"You've not even been treating Tracer like a person, that's what!" Sombra shouted, gritting her teeth at the memory of the girl contorted on the ground, her leg deformed. Her movements were all latent as Sombra tried to sneak her some water to drink, but Lena had not even been able to hold the bottle without help.

"I have my methods, and they will work," he assured as Sombra turned around to follow him. "I am very persuasive."

"If you're trying to get info from someone and they can die afterwards, sure, whatever. You do you. But we're supposed to be able to work with her, and she's already knocking on Death's Door."

"We have doctors."

Sombra huffed, fiddling with her nails. "Yes, we have doctors, but they're not miracle workers! There's no way they can fix her leg if it's just left like that, being treated as it is!"

"Then we get her a prosthetic. Rest assured, I will not let her die. She will be loyal to us for a good while," he swore, putting his hand on Sombra's shoulder, causing her to shiver.

"But... we have people here that actually specialise in this sort of 'brainwashing' thing. Why trouble yourself and the medical team for something that's not really in anyone's best interest?"

"Oh, I have my reasons. Speaking of which, did you finish what I asked for?"

Sombra sighed as she pulled up her HoloVid and swiped through some files. "Masterful Segway, Gabe. Anyway, having the accelerator itself was far more useful than just the blueprints. I've been able to analyse and sort everything out properly. I'd say I have one of the toys you want ready. As for the other one, the Helix tech proved annoying to work with, but I'll have it done in time."

Reaper nodded approvingly. "Good. That will be very useful in the future. Now, is there a reason you sought me out other than to complain about my methods?" he asked coolly as he spun the remote he used to control Lena's electronics in his hand.

"Thought you might want to know that the Shimada base in Hanamura was attacked. Pretty minor stuff," Sombra snarled, flipping to some reports from the base. "And a little poking revealed it to have been the Shimada heir and his cyborg brother. They took a lot of information at the base. This includes some profiles on our agents and who we have here, the Widowmaker project, and our current list of prisoners and where they are."

Reaper chuckled, almost eagerly. "In other words, they know where we're keeping the pilot."

Sombra rolled her eyes. "I know you like genocide-ing and stuff, but seriously? Can you at least pretend you don't thirst for the blood of your enemies? Anyway, yeah. There's a bit of encoding on the data, but I didn't make it. They'll be able to find out where we are."

"Perfect," The hairs on the back of Sombra's neck stood up at his raspy, excited voice. "You say you wish for me to stop hurting the girl? Then after today, I will do no such thing. Get me your latest creation."

Sombra paled. "You mean you're going to…?"

"Unless you think I should go with the original plan?" Reaper taunted at Sombra's shock.

"But… that isn't exactly going to buy her loyalty, is it?"

"You'd be surprised. Plus, I have another 'toy' I'd like you to make. It takes priority over our current project, in fact. I'm sure you won't mind. I will give you the details later. For now, just give me the machine you have finished.

Shaking her head and shrugging, Sombra flicked her wrist. "Jeez. You know I'm not even a scientist, right? You're lucky I'm good with her chronal tech. Anyway, yeah, whatever. I'll get you the Toy. Can we call it that? The Toy? I'm going to call it that. Regardless, I just need to work out one or two kinks, and it'll be ready to go. Just come by and pick it up," she promised as they approached Tracer's room. "Why not start that plan today, though? No point in half killing her."

"Because it's time to make a show of it. Time to finally let Overwatch see what we've been up to. You have your camera, don't you?"

Sombra fidgeted in place, bouncing from leg to leg. She waved her hand, revealing a moderately sized camera that used hover technology to suspend itself properly, much like a drone from a few decades ago. "You know I always have a camera or two with me."

"Good. It's time to put it to use."

"Whatever you say, Gabe. Give me ten minutes to hack the planet. Minor stuff."

…

"Wow, Efi! You did a fantastic job on that OR15! Look at her go!" Lúcio whistled as Orisa's gun tore through the training bots with ease. Hana whooped in delight while Efi blushed.

"You're just saying that to make me feel good," Efi denied, flattered.

"No way! I'd never be able to do that! I don't think I'd ever be able to do something like that! I mean, I know sound setups, and I can tinker with Vishkar tech, but wow! Is that a graviton charge? No way!" Lúcio beamed at Orisa as she galloped around the bots, effortlessly taking them all out as Athena did her best to reconstruct them promptly.

"Yeah, I know how to do emergency maintenance on my mech, but you'll have to help me upgrade the guns sometimes! They're a bit slow for my taste."

Efi nodded cheerily. "Sure thing! It shouldn't be too hard! Should we get started after Orisa is done here? I can probably finish it with a day of work."

"Hey, don't worry about it right now!" Hana shook her hands, flexing her fingers. "Lúcio and I have got a stream planned for tonight. We'll be raising money for Overwatch. You're free to join! We'll be playing a bunch of retro games! We need a third player for Legend of Zelda: Triforce Heroes, anyway."

Efi laughed. "I've never heard of that game! Can Orisa come and hang out, too?"

"Well, yeah! We have some four player games too! It'll be great. Winston gave us a room to dedicate just to streaming, so we made the perfect party game set up!"

Efi tipped her head. "Isn't this place supposed to be full of fighters and such?"

Hana chuckled. "Well, tomorrow we're going to train. But there's more to Overwatch than fighting."

Lúcio nodded. "You know about the science department, but there's also the publicity side. Hana and I make sure this place gets a good rep with the people."

Efi tapped her chin. "That… makes sense. By the way, what about Tracer?"

Lúcio and Hana frowned. "No idea, to be honest," she replied reluctantly. "Winston's been tearing his hair out."

The twelve-year-old hummed. "Yeah, Dr Winston seemed pretty stressed when he explained the chronal accelerator to me. I sure hope the cool cyborg ninja dude gets back soon."

"We all do," Lúcio admitted, absently watching as Orisa finished off the last of the bots, cheerily trotting over to Efi.

"Was that a sufficient display of skill?" Orisa asked humbly as Efi gave her an adorable high five, jumping up to slap the robotic hand.

"Yep! Great job, Orisa! Did all your systems work properly? That pesky defence shield didn't go on the fritz again, did it?" Efi rambled, admiring her Magnum Opus.

"No, Efi. Everything is fully operational, though my gun is having some minor accuracy issues."

"Cool! I'm sure you'll do great on a mission!"

"Attention, Agent Hana Song, Agent Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Agent Orisa, and Miss Efi. Winston has requested you come to the conference room within the next ten minutes."

"What? I wonder what's up." Efi mused as she used a rag to clean off Orisa.

"Maybe it's something about Tracer!" D,va hoped, mindlessly checking her phone clock. "We should probably get over there."

"Can I have just a minute? It'll only take a sec to tighten the screws on Orisa's gun. It seemed a bit loose," Efi begged, grabbing a screwdriver as Orisa let the little girl repair her weapon.

"Sure, sure. Say, Lú, do you think we'll be going on that mission if we do have to rescue Tracer?" Hana chatted as the DJ leant against the wall to wait for Efi.

"Hope so. Though, if it's a stealth mission, we probably shouldn't."

"Screw a stealth mission. I'll burn that place down with my bare hands," Hana half joked.

"It's probably underground, you know."

She snorted. "Tell that to the cowboy and cyborg."

Lúcio paused melodramatically. "Dear God. Talon's underground base will be razed to the ground if they're there."

"I'm betting money they will be. They seemed close to Lena, based on how they've been acting about all this."

"This just bites," Lúcio admitted. "I saw her when she came to save me. She seemed so… I don't even know. She was panicking about her harness thingy, and when she had me turn it off so she could get through the door… If Talon knows how to use that and manipulate that…" he trailed off, looking away.

"What did happen? Specifically, I mean. Everyone's been kinda vague to me about what that thingy does."

"She became a ghost."

Then the speakers blared a horrible static noise causing everyone to cover their ears instinctively. It was like nails on a chalkboard. Then it quieted down.

"What was that…?" Efi asked nervously, uncovering her ears.

"Look!" Hana ran over to the nearest HoloVid television, her friends following suit. Displayed on the screen was a purple sugar skull, flickering back and forth. It just remained there as a faint fuzz sound played over the speakers, Athena completely silenced.

"This isn't… This isn't normal." Orisa croaked out, seemingly confused as she shuffled her four legs up and down. "My sensors and transmitters are receiving the same image. Whatever this is… it's not just Overwatch receiving it."

Hana checked her phone, quickly flicking through some text chats with her squads back at MEKA. After a few quick messages, she turned back to the anxious trio, who all stared at the purple skull on the screen. "Yeah, my squad just told me, and the general chats are freaking out too. All livestreams and HoloVids at MEKA are experiencing this too. They're relatively secure as well. Lúcio?"

The man was already checking his phone. "This is worldwide. My public chat server is flipping out."

Then voices started to speak, and images began to show, and the group wished they had looked away.

…

"Genji, you genius!" Winston applauded as the cyborg handed him the USB chip. "I should be able to decode this stuff in no time!"

Hanzo cleared his throat, gesturing to the computer Winston had brought into his hospital room, where Dr Ziegler was busy taking care of his arm. "That laptop should not be attached the Overwatch servers, in case there is a virus on it."

Winston nodded, already plugging it in. "Of course. And I take it you're Hanzo, yes? Genji's brother? I'll be honest, I was surprised to see you come here after… uh… everything that happened."

If Hanzo was surprised, he didn't show it. "I wish to atone for my mistakes, should Overwatch allow that. I need to make up for how I wronged my brother, and the Shimada clan must be brought down."

Dr Ziegler hummed. "First, you must focus on recovery. Your arm will be ready in a little while. Then we can work on that."

Winston typed as Genji spoke. "Brother, you need not atone for what you did. I have forgiven you."

The bow-wielding ninja shook his head. "But I am not prepared to forgive myself until I have earned redemption."

Genji scoffed. "So noble. Anyway, can we figure out where Lena is?"

"Yes, I'd say so! Genji, get Jesse. I suspect he'll want to hear this. Go ahead and call everyone to the conference room."

"Will do," the cyborg nodded and ran out, having Athena issue a message to everyone.

"I'm going to go there as well. Please, join us when Hanzo is ready," Winston nodded, taking the laptop with him as he shuffled out of the room.

The doctor continued wrapping Hanzo's arm. "How much do you know about the current situation?" she asked with her eyes intent on not meeting Hanzo's.

"I know that Tracer was captured and that Genji is very invested in saving her."

"Ah, yes. He and Jesse became very close to her during his time here. It would be hard not to, given all they endured together."

"Jesse is that loudmouth cowboy with a selection of choice words for me from when we first arrived, yes?"

Angela chuckled. "Yes. I apologise for that."

"Do not. I deserve far more than his scorn," Hanzo assured, gesturing for the doctor to continue.

"As I was saying," Angela nervously continued, "The threesome supported each other in ways only people like them could." The doctor smiled fondly. "They all have their demons, as do we all. Yet they made sure none of them needed to fight them alone. They became brothers and sister to each other." Mercy's movements hiccupped as she realised her poor word choice, and she gave Hanzo a frantic look. "Oh, my apologies! That was…" Hanzo cut her off, holding up his good arm.

"No, I appreciate you telling me. I am glad to hear people cared for him in ways I should have yet did not," Hanzo earnestly replied, though he kept his expression carefully neutral. "And if this Tracer girl is really so important to him, please tell me if I can be of any assistance."

"Right now, you need to heal," the doctor commanded as she finished splinting his arm. "Now, do not use your bow until I allow it. Tomorrow, we will check on your healing progress."

"Thank you, Doctor. I am in your debt." Hanzo left the bed and bowed graciously.

"It is no problem. Just please try not to be injured again. Your brother has no sense of self-preservation," Mercy joked. Hanzo snorted.

"I see he has not changed. Meanwhile, should we go to the conference room? I believe people are waiting there for us."

"Yes, I believe we should. Winston would likely wish to prepare for departure as soon as possible."

…

McCree was outside, smoking a cigar when Genji came. The sun had just reached its peak, and he was half tempted to belt out his catchphrase if only because he almost felt obligated. As soon as Genji sprinted out, however, he knew what was going on.

"We can find her," Genji quickly said. "Get to the conference room."

No more words needed to be exchanged as the two hurried to the debriefing room, where Winston had already set up his laptop, eagerly typing away. Morrison and Amari had already arrived, both sitting in the seats next to Winston. Dr Ziegler was next to Hanzo, who carefully avoided Jesse's glare. Zenyatta was calmly hovering nearby rather than sitting, watching everyone passively. Symmetra was waiting with an expression of complete serenity. Reinhardt was wearing his armour as he stood by the wall, diligent and alert next to Fareeha. D,va, Lúcio, Efi, the Junkers, Torbörn, his Bastion project, and Mei were absent.

"So? Fess up. Where the Hell is Lena?" McCree demanded as he entered, Genji close behind. He rolled the cigar in his fingers. "I'm fixin' to take down Talon with my own two hands. I don't even need Peacekeeper."

Winston hummed eagerly. "Once everyone gets here, we'll form teams and leave by sundown! I should have this code cracked quickly!"

Then the speakers screeched. It was a horrible, grinding noise. Genji and Zenyatta stiffened. McCree flinched, Mei, Pharah, Reinhardt, Ana, Mercy, and Winston all covered their ears. Soldier 76 kneeled over in pain, shaking as he desperately covered his ears from the horrible screech. Symmetra had a similar reaction.

When it finally died down, Ana rushed over to Jack's side and helped him up. He was shaking. McCree absently remembered that his vision was damaged, and that must have made his body improve his already excellent hearing. Mei worked to console a hyperventilating Satya.

"Something is interfering with my transmitters…" Genji croaked, rubbing his metallic head.

"Mine as well," Zenyatta admitted; his tranquil voice momentarily broken.

"What… what was that?" Symmetra shakily asked, her voice stressed as Mei finally calmed her down.

"The HoloVid!" McCree almost shouted, gesturing to the presentation HoloVid behind Winston. A purple skull began flickering back and forth on the screen. Genji and Zenyatta barely moved. Pharah and Reinhardt were immediately on guard, and Morrison still seemed disoriented as Ana flicked her head between the screen and Jack.

Mercy gave Genji a concerned glance. "Genji, you say you two are receiving this as well?"

"Yes…" Genji muttered, his voice strained. "It's in my head. The image is in my head."

Then someone on the screen began to speak.

"Hola, everybody. Sombra here. My buddy Reaper had a message for the world. More specifically, Overwatch. I'd be all ears if I were you."

Then the skull disappeared, and in its place the Talon agent known as Reaper appeared, leaning against a wall with two objects in hand. One was a spray bottle of some kind, and another was a remote control.

"Hello there. So, word's gotten around that Overwatch is back. Let me ask you something if you don't mind. Why did they come back? You think they can change the world? Let me tell you, they can't. They cannot even save their own agents. What makes you think they'll save the planet?"

Then the ghost of a man pressed a button and opened a door. "You really think an Overwatch agent or two can stop what is meant to happen? Look at how quickly they are reduced to nothing!" The camera panned into the room.

"No…" somebody muttered. McCree didn't know who. He didn't care. Lena. He saw Lena. He saw what she's been going through. McCree thought Blackwatch was bad when interrogating, but this was just a completely different level.

On the ground, compacted into a tiny, shivering ball was Lena, as she faced away from Reaper, likely unconscious. She didn't have her harness but seemed to be manually stabilised by odd machines in the room.

"Get up, my pet," Reaper ordered, pressing a button on the remote. Lena gasped and coughed as a distinct crackling noise played through the speakers. She convulsed back and forth for a split second, before scrambling to some sort of sitting position, gasping. She tried to stand, but then screamed. It was horrible, as she fell back to the ground, finally facing the camera and grabbing her right thigh, just above her-

"Oh my God!" Angela cried, aghast as everyone stared in horror at the sight in front of them.

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"What the Hell?" Lúcio cried as he watched the screen in front of them. Lena'sleg.Herknee.It was completely broken, twisted and distorted as bones poked and jutted out at painfully wrong angles. The skin was black and blue, and the entire knee was bentforward,almost a complete ninety degrees in theopposite direction.

Efi whimpered and took a staggering step back, Orisa already reaching out to support her, though her movements were stiff and odd. She reached her hand out and placed it over Efi's eyes as the child cried in protest, pulling the robot's hand away. "This is… this is so wrong…" she cried, leaning on the Omnic's leg.

Hana stared ahead, transfixed by the horrific image as she gaped stared in awed mortification.

"Sit up," Reaper ordered, threatening to press the button again. Somehow, the camera picked up on Lena's rasping breath as she forced herself upward, though her damaged, blackened leg didn't move in the slightest. Instead, it bent, cracked, and distorted itself further as tears began leaking down Lena's face. She finally faced the camera in full. Her eyes were wild and afraid, like a feral animal that had been cornered. She looked as though she had not been properly fed, with her cheeks sinking inward. Dehydration and exhaustion were evident in the bags below her eyes. Her once-spiky hair was matted and tangled, a layer of grime, blood, and grease coating it. Her jacket's zipper was broken, one sleeve sagging below her shoulder, revealing a tattered and charred sports bra. Her skin was bright red and burned, and movement looked painful. Clamped on neck was-

.

"Is that a… collar…? Hanzo asked with no small sense of trepidation.

"They're everywhere…" Fareeha muttered, as gun clattered to the ground, slipping from her weak grasp. "Her arms, legs, and torso. They're all cuffed, along with the shock collar," her voice changed to a despondent deadpan as she gave her assessment.

"GET IT OUT. GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!"Genji pleaded, falling to the ground as he clutched his helmet, yanking off his visor with his eyes squeezed shut. It didn't seem to help.

Reaper laughed darkly as Lena shuffled away from him. "Meet your precious Tracer. Icon of Overwatch. And soon, Talon's latest agent."

Lena looked frantically to the camera, her pleading eyes searching for hope. "G-Genji! Jesse! Back there! I'm sorry-AAAAAAAAGGHH!" Her voice was raspy and broken, and the scream was ragged, breaking into coughs as she cried out in agony. Another cracking sound filled the room as she fell to the ground convulsing as she wailed, harsh and grating as she clawed at her neck.

"GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!Get it out…! Please…" Genji whimpered, shivering despite his robotic body.

McCree roared, slamming his metal fist against the wall, leaving a sizable dent as everyone watched the video.

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"You know not to speak out of turn, Pet! Now! The safe zones! You will crawltothem! If you disappear, you know what happens!" Reaper ordered, fiddling with the remote as Lena lied on the floor, gasping.

Then she started to flicker, her form seeming to jump back and forth, as though she were a glitching image on television. She became transparent. She did not move. Reaper roared.

"I SAID MOVE!" He stomped over to her, holding out the spray bottle as some green liquid shot from it, slathering itself over Lena's cheek. She shrieked in agony, clawing at her face, only for her hands to turn a brighter shade of red with her cheek as her hoarse scream became a pleading whimper.

"Acid. I will recall you when you obey. Now move."

Lena didn't hesitate, whipping her head around with wild unfocused eyes until she settled on one of the strange machines in the wall. It was pathetic, and her bad leg dragged behind her, the cuff grinding on the ground as she scuttled over to one of the devices as she continued to almost flicker. Lena collapsed on the metal floor in a trembling ball as she reached the wall. Blue light coated her body, and her pathetic movements played in reverse as she wound up in front of Reaper in a shaking ball.

"Now, my pet. I must show how well-trained you are. If you disobey, you get scolded. You should know that's how it works," Reaper chastised like a child getting scolded for minor misbehaviour.

Tracer sat up, her arms shaking under the strain of her underfed body that still was almost too much for her to bear.

Efi whimpered. "He's treating her like an animal! She's a person! Why would anybody treat a person like that? Who would ever do something so horrible?" tears trailed down her eyes.

Lúcio nodded slowly. "This is just… this is just so wrong. Pet? A collar? A god-forsaken spray bottle? What the hell…" his voice trailed off into a whisper near the end. Hana clenched her hands into fists. She's seen plenty on Tracer before. This pathetic, whimpering creature on the camera was not Tracer. It was a horrible being who's only companion was fear, all joy twisted and forced away from her as the pain became the only thing she knew. It wasn't just inhumane. It was downright monstrous.

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"Now, my pet. Do it again," Reaper ordered as he pressed another button. Tracer kept her head ducked down as she clawed her way over to another one of the stabilisers, dragging her leg behind her, which looked about ready to fall off. As soon as she fell limply against the wall, the cuff on her torso biting into her awkwardly bent back, as she stopped flickering, her form immediately destabilised again. She refused to look at anything except the floor as she pulled herself to another one of the devices in twenty seconds of pathetic struggling as her pleading whimpers bounced off the walls.

Junkrat watched from his room in confusion, an unfinished bomb lying in front of him with a screwdriver sticking out. Roadhog watched passively from behind.

"I don't get it," he admitted to his bodyguard. "I mean, we make bombs to kill people and such, and that's all well and good, but what's the point of doing this? He ain't tryin' to kill her off. If he wanted her dead, he could probably kill her in no time flat. She ain't even fighting back. What's the point of hurting her like this? It'd be so much easier to kill her instead. At least bombs are fast, y'know? Drawing it out is so pointless," the charred man mused.

"Yes," Roadhog agreed from behind as Junkrat half-heartedly continued on his bomb while watching.

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It could've been no more than a minute until Tracer was done. Halfway to another stabiliser, her arms gave out from under her as she hit the ground with a haphazard thud. She awkwardly pinned one of her arms under her torso as she began to cough and sputter, blood splattering against the floor as Lena hacked and choked for several seconds until she was reduced to no more than a wheezing mess. Her form continued to flicker until it finally vanished in its entirety. Reaper calmly hit a button on the remote as the girl reappeared in front of his feet, shivering and desperate.

"Is that all you have?" he menacingly demanded, holding out the bottle threateningly. Tracer flinched away and tried to heave herself back up, making it no more than a few inches before Lena fell back down into a fit of coughing as sheretched, though only blood sputtered past her lips. Reaper kneeled down in front of her. "You really are running low on strength. You know you could give up at any time."

Tracer only glared, leaning as far away as she could get. "What's this? No witty comeback this time? You know it too, then. There really is no point in fighting. And yet, you're going to, huh? Vainly hoping for some hero that will never come. What's that saying? The world could always use more heroes?" Reaper turned to the camera. "I guess that phrase is accurate. After all, not even one of Overwatch's most prized agents has gotten one. If she doesn't get a hero to save her from the clutches of Talon, what makes you think the rest of the world will, too? Sleep on that."

Tracer stared at the ground as she stirred over Reaper's words, the betrayal all too evident in her eyes. Any glimmer of hope she had seemed to fade away. Whatever light was in her eyes vanished, leaving an empty void of hopelessness as she finally flopped onto the ground with a pitiful moan. The transmission ended.

The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop. Nobody knew what to say. Reinhardt piped up. "GABRIEL YOU TRAITOR! I'LL KILL YOU!" That drew heads from those who recognised the name.

"G-Gabriel…?" Winston asked, as though he needed confirmation.

"Apparently," Reinhardt snarled, "Our 'buddy' survived the explosion, and now look at what he's doing!"

Mercy left the room with only a few words. "I'm going to get my Caduceus staff."

"Reyes? That was Reyes?" McCree asked, his voice quiet and cold. "Gabriel did this?"

"The traitor!" Reinhardt repeated, clenching his hands into fists. Genji was on the floor in a shivering heap, as Zenyatta lay a hand on his pupil's shoulder.

"This is barbaric," Symmetra said plainly. "How will we go about this?"

"We are going to storm Talon, and take Tracer back. I will murder anyone who gets in my way." McCree swore, his slow, deliberate words masking his accent entirely. "Call us when we're leaving. We will be going on that mission." Brushing Zenyatta's hand off Genji's shoulder, he helped his friend up as the two hobbled out of the room.

As the two left, a new group rushed in.

"What the hell was that?" Lúcio demanded as he placed his hand firmly on the shoulder of the shivering child, who was holding onto Orisa from atop her back like it was a lifeline. Hana remained carefully silent, biting her lip as she shivered from outrage.

"W-we're going to pack up for the rescue mission," Winston muttered as his voice hitched. "Th-the location. I'll have it within a few minutes. We're not going to be subtle about this."

"What do you recommend?" Soldier 76 asked in a carefully flat voice.

"We're going to storm the place. Orisa, Pharah, Reinhardt, Commander Morrison, and Captain Amari will all be on the frontal assault to find Lena. They'll make as much noise as possible. Meanwhile, McCree, Genji, Mercy, and D,va, for a bit of added defence, will be a bit quieter about their approach unless needed to change that plan. You'll all be searching for Lena as well while the primary team is the distraction. While this is going on, Symmetra, Lúcio, and the Junkers will be travelling elsewhere to rig the base to explode when we are ready to leave. Symmetra will have a teleporter prepared when the teams reunite. Zenyatta, Hanzo, Torbörn, Efi, Mei, and I will be sure to monitor everyone and have medical supplies ready."

Lúcio and Symmetra exchanged half-hearted glares with each other. Everybody else nodded.

"Alright, everybody. Suit up and meet in the hangar in fifteen minutes. It's time we save Lena."

…

McCree roared again in a sheer, animalistic rage as he and Genji looked out at the ocean ahead of them.

"Reyes! I trusted him! He was a mentor! But he turns and stabs us in the back like this? The traitor! He hurt Lena! He's hurting Lena!"

Genji had clicked his visor back into place, finally having calmed down after the horrific experience. "The Shimada Clan and Blackwatch can't hold a candle to that disgusting behaviour. We'll kill him. We'll kill Reyes ourselves," Genji promised, running his finger over the fuller of his blade.

"It wasn't even how he hurt her body," McCree mourned as he sat down on the cliffs side, ignoring the rocks poking him. "He wasn't just trying to hurt her physically. He was killin' her emotionally."

Genji nodded sadly. "Pet. That's what he called her. He was treating her like an animal. She probably felt like one, too."

"Well, shoot, anyone would after a few days of that…"

"She's still fighting, though… she hasn't given up yet."

McCree winced. "You're wrong. You saw her eyes. She was fightin' because she felt like she had to, with whatever stubbornness she can muster. Not because she thought she'd be rescued. She's startin' to give up. She's out of hope."

"But she is still fighting," Genji assured. "She's not surrendered. No matter why she's fighting. The point is that she still is."

"Genji… I know that look. I've seen it everywhere. Deadlock, Blackwatch, doesn't matter. You can't keep up the fighting without hope."

"Then let's hurry up and give her hope. I can't stand seeing her like that. It's that God-forsaken chamber all over again."

McCree sighed and got back up. "Alright then. Let's go, then. Talon messed with the wrong group."

"With our family," Genji agreed.

The two brothers, united by their struggles, headed to the hangar. It was time to save their sister.