Harter was outside the Overwatch HQ in the dusk of the day, set up in the old watchpoint Gibraltar. He was up in the cliffs, examining the area. There were multiple people in the compound, some of which he recognized, and others not so much. Most seemed to be talking amongst themselves, while the rest were patrolling, checking for hostiles. Fortunately, Harter had explored Gibraltar before, and he knew ways in and out, but the one he needed was the lab situated in the main building of the watchpoint. From the cliffs, he started climbing, from rock to rock, all the way across until he was close enough to one of the rooftops of the buildings, and jumped to it.

"Winston, here I come," Harter whispered, about to run across the roof to a nearby ventilation hatch before being stopped by a dark figure. He didn't see the figure in time, and had bumped right into him, jumping backwards in reflex. "Who in the everloving world are you?"

Harter pulled out a small pistol from the depths of his coat. Although it looked small and nearly worthless, it had been refit to be able to use the chemical serums Harter had produced. One dose was more than enough to render a person insane… or at least that was the thought, it was still in experimenting. The figure simply looked to the pistol, then to Harter before chuckling silently and walking closer to be examined. They wore a dark type of robe, and had a skull mask on, with no eyes showing through the metal mask. Something seemed familiar about him, just by his style…

"Wait… you look familiar…" Harter noted, examining the new person closer.

"Does the name 'Reyes' mean anything to you, Harter?"

"Reyes?... Gabriel!" Harter put together. Mentally, he facepalmed. The only person in the world who would dress like that would be Gabe. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you died all those years ago!"

"That's not what I'm here to discuss, Harter, I'm here to talk about the fact that you returned to Overwatch, or at least you're about to," Gabriel said, pushing away Harter's question. He sounded menacing, though Harter personally believed it to be that he was simply altering his voice to sound so. Reyes had never originally talked like that, he had a more soft but low voice then.

"Yeah, I'm gonna see about their new leader. Why are you here about that?"

"Overwatch abandoned you for trying to help, why would you return to the hand that refused to feed you? I'm here to make a counter proposition."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"Have you heard of Talon?"

"Talon… sounds familiar… was it a girl scouts mascot?"

Gabriel took a deep breath then, obviously irritated by Harter's remark. Still easily set off he thought.

"No, it's a counter-organization to the new Overwatch, and to actually be the heroes of the world, unlike Overwatch's previous endeavour," Gabriel replied.

"Ok, and why would that be better than what I'm trying? Did your little group send me an invite to their cub scouts initiation?" Harter asked, not interested. He wasn't sure if he wanted to join this new group, it sounded suspicious, especially if this new Gabriel was a part of it.

"Why do you think they'll accept you this time? They kicked you out once for your assistance, they'll do it again. We will, we see your potential. You can help make a change to this world, avenge your family, Harter. Would Overwatch ever let you do that?"

Once again, Harter opened his mouth, but for the second time that week, he found no sound coming out. Coughing to conceal it, he started to think. It was true, they had kicked him out, and for what? Torturing the enemy? They deserved it! The same folk who killed off his family deserved to die like muts for what they did, no mercy. But… maybe then he was just angry, blinded by anger. Jack had given him a depth explanation of how cruel his actions were, but he honestly and truly didn't listen then.

"Goddamn it," Harter muttered, rubbing his face. A thought crossed his head then, a kind of compromise to what he was presented. "Alright Gabe, how about a deal? If Winston rejects me, then I join Talon. If not… well, I guess we'll be on opposing sides. Deal?"

Harter put out his hand for Gabriel to shake, however the man did not even acknowledge the motion and just said in a low voice, "Deal."

Harter started to walk off to the vent, just barely big enough for him to fit through, but it would lead to the laboratory, where he could meet Winston. He only looked back once to see Gabriel standing there, tapping his foot and with crossed arms; waiting. He opened the vent hatch and jumped down it, sliding into the darkness.

Winston, an advanced gorilla adorned adorned in simple white armor, was inside his laboratory, perfecting his barrier projector prototype, a small circular mechanism build to be able to produce a durable bubble shield. Or at least that was what it was intended to do, it was called a prototype for a reason.

"Perhaps if I switched these circuits around, and rerouted power…" He was muttering, tinkering with the small device with different tools, making small sparks before hearing a faint but noticeable sliding noise against metal. Looking around, he located it to be coming from the ventilation hatch in the ceiling. "Athena, incoming hostile via vent, activate defensive protocols!"

"Negative, vital signs show to be former agent of Overwatch, standing down defenses," the AI program known as Athena responded from his computer.

"Former agent?"

The small vent hatch popped open, falling to the ground with a strange figure wearing a dark duster coat, and had dark hair with small streaks of gray, as well as a small beard to go with it. It didn't take long for Winston to realize who this was.

"Harter? Is that you?" Winston asked, adjusting his glasses to get a better look. The figure got up, and just from better look, he could tell it was the former agent Harter, otherwise known by his agent name, Phobias.

"Long time no see, Winston," Harter said with a small smile, spreading his arms out as though he was offering a hug. Putting them down, he then bore a more serious expression. "I've uh, heard you were bringing Overwatch back, calling agents and all."

"Oh, yes I have! Are you… trying to come back in now?"

"Er, yeah, I didn't just come here to make idle conversation."

"I don't know, you were quite the person back then… you were kicked out for a reason, why should we trust you again?"

Harter looked to the side for a moment before replying.

"Because I… I want to help, like I did before, but I know what I did wrong before, torturing omnics, not serving justice… I'm sorry, I was led by anger then, but I want to change. I want to help."

Winston sighed, thinking. Harter had been discharged for 'irresponsibility to follow justice code' but that was just a simplified version of saying 'being a maniac'. Maybe Harter could change, the new Overwatch would need more agents on board to help against Talon, and to help defend the world from another conflict…

Yes

For the first time since, well, ever, Winston saw Harter's eyes widen with surprise. It seemed he didn't truly expect a yes.

"You mean it?" He asked, not believing it.

"If you honestly and truly will turn your habits around, then yes," Winston replied with a smile. Putting one of his supporting hands up for a handshake, Winston and Harter shook on it. From the doorway, a lady wearing a refit bomber jacket with a orange jumpsuit under it zoomed into the room, quite literally in fact. She had breezy brown hair, alongside with orange flight goggles, and held an ice cream cone in her hand. In addition to prior observation, she had a device strapped to the front of her chest, and that immediately told Harter of who she was.

"Lena! Haven't seen you in a few, how's Emily doin?" Harter said from the lab. Immediately, Lena dropped her ice cream in shock, making a small mess on the lab floor.

"Harter? What in the blazes are ya doin' here?" She asked, taking a small step back.

"Tracer, he's here to join back up with us," Winston said, adjusting his glasses yet again. A constant habit of his, one of which Harter found slightly annoying at times.

"No offense Harter, but why would you even consider? Jack discharged you last time for that mission when you tortured those omnics."

"In my basic defense, they were shooting live rounds at me, and personally, I didn't want to be rendered a corpse. But that's not the point, I'm joining back up because I want to help this time. No torture business."

"Are you really letting him back in, love?" Lena asked, turning to Winston.

"I trust his word, and besides, we need as much agents as we can get. His chemical knowledge can provide quite useful."

"Mercy and ol' Ana both have chemical knowledge too!"

"Tracer, we need as much support as possible if we want to make a difference again. If you trust me, then you can trust him."

Lena looked to Winston, then to Harter with uncertainty before sighing and accepting it.

"Well, if you think he can actually change, then I suppose he can. C'mon love, let's get you a bunk, then get you introduced to the crew."

Tracer started out the door, taking a small bounce in her step as Harter followed. Winston stayed behind to clean up the ice cream, muttering something about a recall as he cleaned. Despite the uncertainty of Lena, and the likeliness that most everyone else there would follow with it, Harter still found the courage to keep with his choice. He was determine to show them he could change, and he could help. He would help Overwatch make a difference, and help protect the world.

No

"I'm sorry… I don't want to take that risk," Winston said, turning Harter down. Harter's face turned from that of curiosity to that of a more neutral one.

"I see," Harter murmured, "My assistance is not wanted here, I'll be on my way."

He turned to the vent and pulled out a small device out of his duster: a prototype of a grapple gun, and shot back up the vent like a bullet from a rain gun. Winston sighed, turning back to his invention and half-heartedly continued. Had he made the right choice?

…

Back up on the roof, Harter exited the vent, not happy now. Gabriel was still waiting, tapping his foot at an accelerated pace.

"Hey, your little girl scouts club?" Harter called, catching Gabriel's full attention. "I'm in."

Although not able to be seen, a grin flashed across Gabriel's face.

"About time you decided," he called, pulling out a small communicator out of his cloak. He started to push buttons on it and continued, "I warned you, Overwatch didn't want you last time, they don't want you this time. But we do."

"Well, now I know. How're we getting to your fancy little base, if Talon even has one."

"They do, and our ride will be here in… 5 seconds ago."

Harter turned around to see a large helicopter painted dark, and hovering silently. Smart, this is some high-tech stuff they got, Harter complimented mentally, examining the vehicle. From the side, a door opened, and a lady with dark hair, and purple ends of the hair, and wore a custom made trench coat. He noticed the woman had robotic implants, more in specific cybernetic implants.

"Hey there Reaper, you got the package?" She called.

Harter looked to the courtyard and saw that somehow, the call went undetected.

"I was your package?" Harter asked, looking to Gabriel. "And your new codename is Reaper?"

"Yes, you were the package, and yes, my new codename is Reaper," Gabriel groaned, pinching the bridge of his mask. "We can talk about that later, right now we need to get back to base."

"Alright 'Reaper'."

The helicopter lowered enough so that Gabriel and Harter could climb aboard easily. The sides of the vehicle closed, and they took flight, leaving Gibraltar.

"The name's Sombra by the way," the lady noted, sitting next to Harter. "And you are?"

"Weren't you briefed on me if I'm your 'package?" Harter asked, cocking his head.

"Sure, but I don't really pay attention to them," Sombra replied with a grin. "Again, your name."

"Harter Lukos, but my agent name was Phobias."

"Ah, Phobias, such a name worth of a hidalgo, or Reaper."

"Hey!" Gabriel protested across from them.

"I like you already," Harter said to Sombra with a smile. Maybe he had been rejected from Overwatch, even after his offer to change, but now he found a group that would take him in. Looks like he would then be a girl scout trooper of Talon from then on, and he didn't mind. At least he wouldn't have to be the good guy from then on, he could play the role he wanted to from the start. He would help Talon against Overwatch, even if it meant he would be against former friends and the world too.