The transport was silent. The absence of a comrade weighed heavily upon the consciousness of all three of the occupants. Lucio had been right there, and they could do nothing to save him. His last, sad little smile before he provided the distraction they needed to escape, obviously knowing they couldn't save him.

Hanzo might not have been close to him, but he wouldn't have wished that fate on anyone. Capture meant torture and almost certain death. A rescue wouldn't come, as he was sure the DJ knew. They were too few to begin with, let alone down a member. A pity.

Genji was trying to figure out how to tell that her friend and fellow celebrity was gone. There would be no rescue mission. Even if they knew where the Talon bases were, what one he was taken to, and the base's defenses, they were much too few to tackle such a big threat. Lucio had sealed his fate with a smile. And unlike Genji when Mercy saved him, there would be no surprise savior.

Soldier:76 cursed in his head. He'd lost another comrade. He should have known it was a trap. Now Lucio was captured, and Talon was going to get everything he knew out of him one way or another. After they had milked him for everything he knew, they'd kill him. He was only 26, practically a kid. He'd had so much life ahead of him. Kid had a family waiting for him in Brazil, friends patiently waiting for him to return from what should have been a milk run. How was he going to break the news to them? Hell, did the kid even know what was coming?

Reaper stormed angrily into the Talon transport. Stupid little boy had kicked him! He'd make sure that when it was time to interrogate the bastard it will be him to break the DJ. Payback will be sweet.

"Reaper, report."

"Trap worked perfectly, and we caught them off guard. One of them had gotten separated, so we caught him first. But before we could grab the others the little bugger kicked me, and all your troops took their eyes off the targets, letting them escape. We still have the one though, the one with the sound based technology."

"So only a partial success. One is better than none, I suppose. Our informants told us about the one you caught. His name is Lucio, a famous DJ freedom fighter. Too new to have much in the way of intel though… But there are other uses for him…"

A sharp slap jerked Lucio back into consciousness. Not yet fully coherent, he looked around the room he was in. He was strapped to a table. There was a screen on the ceiling. There was a smaller table next to him, and Reaper was in the corner opposite the door. Wait, REAPER?

Reaper stared at Lucio, greatly amused by his struggling. The bugger was going to get what was coming to him. Hearing his noises of pain and terror would have been nice, but at least this way he won't shout obscenities when the fun began. The specialist assigned to him was going to arrive momentarily.

The door slid open to admit the specialist, a dainty woman with dark hair, bright eyes, and a sweet smile. In her arms was a black tablet with intricate red light details. She sat down on a stool that was hidden on the opposite side of the smaller table. Her eyes scanned his form, occasionally letting out a hum before checking something on her tablet. After a few minutes of that she pulled a stylus out of the side of her tablet and began to scribble down something.

"It's been a while since they hired me for a procedure. Not often that anyone needs my, ah, special skills, even in organizations such as this. But at least they got me a decent subject to work on. Only a few minutes in and I already have so many ideas for what to do. Reaper, if you would be so kind as to bring in my assistants and tools, it is time to begin."

Lucio had honestly never been more confused in his life. Who was this lady, and what were her 'special skills'? What was about to begin? What did she mean by subject? Do what? All these questions muddled together in his head as his unease grew with each passing second. As if sensing his growing panic, the lady turned to look him in the eyes. Her sweet smile morphed into a sadistic grin, her bright eyes gleaming with insanity.

"Now, now. The fun hasn't even begun yet! I have plans for you. Talon may not have much use for you as a source of intel, but with my help you will be quite useful in a different manner. One that I personally think is much more fun."

The door slid open once again to admit Reaper, who was followed closely by two identical omnics, both carrying trays of tools while a third pushed a cart. Reaper, despite wearing his mask, radiated distaste at being anywhere near them. He returned to his corner, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and small amounts of black smoke coming off of him.

"Ah, perfect! So Orim got to choose where to start last time, and before that it was Tula, so Rolo it's your turn. Shall we start with the drugs, or the conditioning? Or would you like to play first?"

"Play," said the omnic pushing the cart, completely monotone.

The lady's sadistic grin grew wider as she moved aside and gestured to Rolo. It (he still had no idea what pronouns the omnic used) took a moment to scan the array of tools, before reaching over and plucking one off of one of the trays. It was a simple laser scalpel. For a split second Lucio wondered what it was going to do with a laser scalpel. The question was quickly answered when the scalpel was raised above its head, before swiftly stabbed into his arm. His muffled screams, met by the omnics' and lady's laughter, rose in volume as the laser scalpel was dragged up his forearm.

Reaper listened to the boy's screaming. Such sweet screams, and it was only the beginning. He had much more coming before the specialist was done with him. He almost pitied the boy, knowing what was coming in the young man. Almost. He might have pitied him if the little shit hadn't kicked him.