It took a month before Soldier:76 came forward with a lead on Talon's new acquisition, a club quickly gaining popularity called House of Rhapsody. He suspected it may be a front for something, but there was no telling what. It was too open for there to be many Talon operatives there, so a small task force would be all that is needed, but everyone else was to be on standby. After what had happened last time, he was taking no chances.

The chosen few going were , Tracer, and S:76 himself. The choice of was questioned, but he said that push comes to shove the backup can bring her mech, and she can blend in to a club. When questioned on how he was going to blend in, he said to just leave it up to him. Tracer's participation went without question.

When they arrived at the club it was just minutes before opening. There was a long line already at the door, which was guarded by a pair of bouncers. S:76 thanked whatever deity was out there that this country's legal drinking age was 18, because trying to pass off as any older than 19 would have been a nightmare. After waiting for the club to open and the line to move forward, the team was finally in the club. After looking around for a while the team couldn't find anything amiss. It appeared to be just a normal club, albeit one owned by a terrorist organization. Maybe the bar served drugged drinks?

Before they could start a second sweep, the song playing faded out. A quick glance at the DJ booth revealed that the DJ that had been playing was about to switch out with a different DJ, who was wearing a glowing red visor attached to black devices covering his ears, likely a form of headphones, that had the biohazard symbol in red lights on the sides. His dreads spilled over his shoulders, red light strips interwoven in them illuminating his dark skin. He also had a thin black collar around his neck that also featured a red light biohazard symbol. Besides his head and neck, everything else that was visible covered his skin in black with red light details. Seems he had a color theme going.

"Here's the man you've all been waiting for, Rhapsody himself!"

Rhapsody took his place, and the music underwent an abrupt change. Before the music was good but the music the new DJ was weaving was in another class all its own. It was also eerily familiar, so much so that it sent a chill down the team's spines. It didn't help that it felt like they were being watched. S:76 did a scan of the crowd and came face to face with Reaper. While they had been looking around, the crowd had been infiltrated by Talon operatives. They had walked into another fucking trap. Calmly he pulled out his communicator.

"Hey Mercy, we're going to need that backup."

Reaper made a show of pulling out his shotguns from under his trench coat. S:76 wanted to roll his eyes at the overdramatic bastard, but instead pulled out his concealed pistol. Not nearly as good as his normal rifle, but it would have to do. Somebody screamed, and then every civilian was rushing to get out of the club.

"I hope you don't plan on having a confrontation in my house," Rhapsody said as he moved out from behind the DJ booth, "I couldn't condone such violence. At least, not without me."

Rhapsody leapt from his position, doing a little flip as skates popped out from what was now obviously prosthetic legs. He landed deftly and was immediately springing forward. He cackled as he came across a lady who had frozen in fear. Her mouth opened to scream, but she was swiftly silenced by the DJ holding up his arm and releasing a sonic blast in her face causing her to go flying. A loud thump sounded as she hit the far wall and crumbled into a heap, followed by Rhapsody's cackle increasing in volume. He skated forward, stopping right at the edge of the growing pool of blood. He crouched down, hand reaching down to dip a finger in the crimson pool before licking it off. His lips twisted into a crazed grin as he stood.

Realization hit the team like a brick to the face, before they felt rage boil up in their guts. These were Lucio's techniques. They gave this crazed man prosthetic legs with skates and prosthetic arms with built in sonic amplifiers, then they had him using Lucio's techniques, both the combat kind and the musical kind. Talon had not only taken Lucio, but they dared to make this psychotic mockery of his memory. They'd take down this Talon copy with extreme prejudice.

shot at Rhapsody, screaming expletives in both English and Korean. He easily dodged each shot, dancing to the music now blasting from speakers hidden on him. It was hard to tell where his prosthetics ended and his clothing began, both were black with red lights. Kind of like Genji, S:76 noted as he opened fire on Reaper, only Talon's bastardized version. Tracer was zipping back and forth taking out as many of the Talon operatives as she could. Judging by how the previous dozen had dwindled down to a handful, she was doing quite well. The ones that were left were likely smarter than their fallen compatriots.

Soldier:76 didn't know how he expected the rest of the team to enter the fight, but it wasn't Reinhardt barreling through the doors at top speed followed closely by Winston and Zarya, Mercy visible through the hole that had been the doors and some of the wall around them. Her face held a tired look of exasperation as she waved her arm to get Genji, McCree, Pharah, and Zenyatta to enter the fray. S:76 briefly questioned where Hanzo was before he heard glass break. He mentally rolled his eyes when it clicked that Hanzo had climbed up the building and broken a high window to get in. For a group of highly dangerous individuals, they sure were overly dramatic, though not as much as the Edgelord he is currently locked in combat with.

Rhapsody, catching sight of the new additions, called out, "Time to bring down the roof!"

The team noted that his speakers must be voiced controlled, as the volume of his music increased. His speed increased too, as well as that of any Talon operative near him. Not that he stayed near them. Instead he charged forward, weaving through the fray to get right up close to this new person who was also lit up, just like him. He dodged to the side to avoid volleys of shuriken, his dreads whipping back and forth as he moved at high speed. The light strips in his dreads left trails in his wake, reminiscent of glow sticks waving about. His psychotic smile remained wide on his face as he closed in on his target.

Genji mentally cursed as he did his best to maintain the stream of shuriken, but he couldn't keep this up forever. He was going to run out of shuriken soon, but he definitely didn't want to know what a close-range sonic blast felt like. When an arrow started rained down upon his opponent, providing a distraction, he took the opportunity to pull out his sword, dashing forward. He would have hit had it not been for his opponent using a nearby Talon operative as a meat shield, throwing him in the way of Genji's attack. Rhapsody frowned, his head was beginning to hurt…

Reaper smothered the urge to groan. This fight was not going as planned. Most of the operatives were dead, all of Overwatch had showed up, and Rhapsody needed another dose of drugs soon or he'd be useless. It was very bad for their image if one of their own was on the ground screaming in agony. Plus, Talon had put a clause in today's contract that he was to bring back their newest toy alive and in decent health. Looks like a retreat was in order.

"Looks like we'll have to leave early. Rhapsody, if you would?"

"Sure thing. Listen to my requiem!"

It took all the members of Overwatch had to not collapse under the horrid noise originating from Rhapsody. It was only after it had stopped that they realized what the noise that came close to bursting eardrums was: screaming. The 'requiem' was a recording of someone screaming in agony at the top of their lungs, played at the highest volume possible. A great tool for distracting a group of enemies to allow for a quick getaway, as they could see from the absence of Reaper, Rhapsody, and the handful of operatives that had still been alive.

Winston called a meeting a few hours after they had returned to base. No one but him knew what it was for until he began explaining how he'd managed to hack into the club's system, and from it he had recovered a recording of Rhapsody's 'requiem' so he could run a check on the voice print. When questioned why he told them it was so he could give the family of the poor soul who had done the screaming some settlement knowing that they were dead.

"Why are we having this meeting then, you may ask. Well, it was because I felt that everyone should be present to see the results. Don't ask me why, but I felt it was important that I run the check where everyone can see the results. Athena, run the check."

The screen projected above the central table blurred slightly as the check moved through various people faster than eyes could track. Everyone waited patiently as minutes ticked by until the screen lit up with the words MATCH FOUND.

"Athena, display the results."

The words on the screen blinked out as they were replaced with the name and picture of the owner of the voice. For a moment, everything was silent as their brains (or processors) fought to comprehend what they were seeing. They wanted it so badly to be a trick, but it wasn't. The smile displayed in the photo was unmistakable, as was the signature hairstyle. The name displayed next to the picture was so very, very familiar. There, on the screen, was the name LUCIO CORREIA DOS SANTOS.