(One day later, Ziegler Estate. 1100)

I approached the more than generous board room, having room for all of my current agents as well as many more to come. Their gaze met my own one by one as I pushed open the door, taking my seat at the head of my table. A projector hung from the ceiling, a display of the front gate to the estate on a white screen behind me.

"First things first. I am proud of each individual at this table, all for separate reasons but good reasons nonetheless." I gazed at every face before me, the whole gang gathering around. "You shall each get to address any of your concerns to me, and I will fulfill that request to the best of my abilities. Your abilities make you valuable, but I believe it is more than that. I believe it is an inherent bond we all share, namely an admiration for myself, and for that I am grateful."

"Before I begin taking requests, are there any among you who don't have any complaints?" Tracer was the first to raise her hand. "I-I'm living the dream, really love. And I owe it to you. I don't want anything to change." She smiled and nodded before awaiting my response.

"Understandable Lena, You will not be needed for further discussion. Thank you for being honest." She stood with a smile and headed for the door. "I'm having a kip mum, wake me up when you need me." The automatic door closed behind her as she stepped out.

"Alright, any more?" The participants all remained silent, waiting for a turn. "Fareehah, you are first. I am happy to inform you, your mother is stopping by today. I'm sure you will take pleasure in this reunion." "Wait, mom's coming? About damn time she came to see me." I nodded in agreement.

"It has been far too long, but I'm sure you will find no difficulties in changing her mind if you must." Fareehah nodded and smiled warmly. "Alright, other than that I must go over a raptora sequel prototype with you some time before Gabe gets here." "Wait, I'm getting new armor? Awesome!" I always loved her enthusiasm and positive attitude.

"Alright Angela, it's my turn." A deep crimson blush rose up on her cheeks as she fumbled with her words. "I-uhm, I-I, w-wanted to ask you something." "Go on then." She rose up out of her seat and got on one knee, a weak smile on her lips. From this angle, her chocolate skin and flawless features looked incredibly intoxicating.

"Will you marry me m-Angela?" Her smile kept breaking from nerves as a smile slowly grew on my face. "All that angst for such an easy question? You should already know the answer darling. Of course." She jumped up and wrapped her arms around me, crying softly as I hugged her back. "You've made me the happiest girl in the world these past few weeks. Well, except for Lena." I laughed softly as I pulled away. "Don't expect monogamy." Fareehah smiled "i wouldn't have it any other way"

"That is all love, but you may remain if you wish." She nodded and took her seat, the casual sweatpants and t-shirt coming off all the cuter. "Next, Hana. You and I will be tasked with creating quite a few projects this coming week. I'm looking forward to watching you work." She nodded with a small blush "what kind of projects?"

"Well, all of our operatives need new weapons and armor. But, only one of those can be done by the likes of us. I'm too unskilled with weaponry to make a firearm powerful enough for my needs. And I believe you to be incapable as well." She nodded, feeling able, but respecting the choice I made.

"You and Amelie will go on an op to secure Brigitte. Lure the dunderhead in with sex and knock her out. I told her to meet you at the route sixty six diner two days from now. Don't miss your appointment ladies." They both nodded in response, eager to do anything other than sit around. "Finally, what would you like Hana?"

She pondered for a moment, considering her options. "I want to stream sex for profit. Living here I shouldn't have anything to worry about." I smirked a little before addressing her. "You may do as you wish."

"Oh man, I dunno. How about, you come play video games with me once in a while. I miss you big sis." I thought back to our past together and nodded. "I'd love to. It really has been too long, hasn't it?" "Oh yeah for sure! It's been at least a couple years, you stopped having time for me." "Well I've got time now." I smiled and moved onto zarya.

"Aleks, your schedule is looking rather empty for this coming month. You have to schedule a meeting between me and ms. Volskaya, we have much to discuss." She nodded and yawned softly. "Will do. Anything else?" I shook my head before smirking. "And what is your request Aleks?"

"Well, I'm not so sure. Can I have your new pet?" She looked towards Amelie, her gaze meeting my own as I shook my head. "Absolutely not. My property is my own." She sighed before laughing a gentle laugh. "Then, I want you to let me fuck like I used to. suppressants are not fun."

"I shall make you a pill to disable them for an hour. You think with your cock too much Aleks, it's going to get me in trouble. I cannot allow that, I'm sure you understand." She nodded before standing up. "That will do fine. Thank you Angela." She waved as she exited the room.

"Alright, that leaves sombra and Amelie. Amelie first. As you heard, you shall accompany Hana in two days time. Other than that, you have surgery tomorrow and need to be fitted for augments tonight." Her eyebrows rose as a scowl crossed her lips.

"I did not say you could take things out of me just to shove your own back in! If that is your plan you may as well kill me now." I laughed softly before cupping her cheek, placing a kiss on her lips. "Calm down my pet. I said I needed to get YOU fitted, not your cavities. The augments are non-invasive. You will need two augments every hour and one augment to enhance your senses for missions." She melted in my hand, her eyes slowly closing.

"And what are the two for exactly?" "One is to maintain your heart-rate, and the other is to oxygenate your blood. Your body is broken my dear, I can't work miracles." She nodded before kissing the back of my hand.

"Don't worry, they will be gone as soon as your skin turns back to normal color. It shouldn't be more than a month. And what of your request?" She pondered for a moment, thinking deeply to herself.

"I want to move into Hana's room." "Hey what!? No fair! I like my room and I just got it all set up!" "No no no, you misunderstood me cherie. I want to share the room with you. I'm not exactly comfortable being alone with my thoughts just yet." The great pain she had deep inside was evident in times like these.

"Well, Hana, do you object? I don't see an issue with that arrangement." Hana looked over at widow and back down. "Show me your boobies." As asked, Amelie rose from her seat and lifted the shirt off her person, letting her uncovered breasts spill out.

"Is this some kind of test Hana?" Amelie asked softly, a smirk on her lips. "No, I already made up my mind. I just wanted to see them." Hana giggled and Amelie followed, both women sitting back down. "I have no objections, she can room with me." "Wonderful. Amelie you may not appear on any camera footage until your skin is back to normal." She nodded before standing slowly.

"I'll be in your bed cherie, don't keep me waiting too long." Dva blushed deeply before nodding and smiling.

"Last but not least, Sombra. You are already aware of your duties, what is your request?" "Ooh it's my turn? I thought the day would never come." She wiped a fake tear from her eyes as she stood up. The screen behind me turned purple and the display was modified. "You see, Angie, I'm not exactly okay with missing out on an opportunity." A map of route sixty six flashed on the screen. "I want to get a pet of my own."

"Echo, the most advanced killing machine this side of the omnic crisis. I'm sure you're familiar. Well, she is being transported this week over this very train track. And I want her. The deadlock gang has their sights set on this prize as well, and I wouldn't mind taking home Ashe too." I sighed before nodding.

"Accommodations will be made before then."

"wait wait wait chica, I wasn't done. Mccree is almost definitely going to be present. Therefore I say we dispose of him and scoop him up for ourselves." Her gaze turned to the screen, a 3D recreation of each individual mentioned and the environment they are in being visible.

"enough! I said accommodations will be made for whatever mission must happen. Your voice is starting to get on my nerves, all of you get out of here." The four women all stood, walking to the door collectively to give me some alone time. I grabbed Fareehah's arm and smiled as I looked into her eyes. "You can stay, I need to relieve some stress."

"Yes ma'am." Fareehah mused quietly as she ran her hands along my sides. "What do you need?" I blushed softly, not having been called that since, well, her mother. "I need to talk to you, about your mom. Me and her had a fling for a number of years." Pharah nodded before smiling. "I know. Why do you think I looked up to you all this time."

I sighed softly as I ran my fingers through her hair. "She's at the door. I need you to bring her in here for me." Fareehah giggled softly as she squeezed my supple pillow of an ass. "Think you could make me some implants? I'm jealous of all this." I giggled before squeezing her backside. "Unnecessary."

Just as I said, Ana was waiting for her. Fareehah ran up and turned the handle, more of an indifferent look than one of happiness on her features. "You got ugly." The older woman gasped as she looked towards Fareehah. "That's what you have to say to me?" A sigh escaped her lips as she turned around, mooning her mother with the supple African ass she was blessed with. "Bite me." Ana sighed as she pinched her temple.

As she stepped forward I got a better view of her outfit. She wore a black one-piece bodysuit, skin tight around her chest and abs but loose around her waist; resembling her old uniform in aesthetic. She showed off quite a bit of cleavage, still flaunting her stunning frame despite her old age. Just as fiery as I left her, I can see it in her eyes. Her shoes resembled Japanese geta sandals, the wooden ones that look like clogs. The main difference was the glowing red shoe string which separated her toes and wrapped around her ankles in an x pattern; as well as the black carbon fiber the sandals themselves were made of. She adorned the whole thing with a gray cloak, sporting a black hood and shoulder length gloves which recede into the sleeve of the cloak. She looked like a much different woman from the one I remember, and if that big ass gun she had slung over her shoulder is any indication, the change wasn't just visible. The final finishing touch was the respirator, it looked like something out of Mad Max; red teeth adorning the front and what looked like tusks coming out of the sides.

"Where is Angela?" "Waiting for you." She walked up the stairs, Ana closing the front door and following closely behind. Fareehah entered and let Ana in the room with me, her eyes lighting up as she saw my excellence. "Ana, you are just as beautiful as the day you left." Fareehah gagged as she heard my words.

"I see you've caught up with my wife. But I suppose she isn't too happy to see you." Ana gasped as she slammed her fist on the table. "You're wife!? Excuse me!?" Fareehah reeled her hand back and smacked Ana across her surprisingly toned butt, her cheeks turning bright red. "Sass her again and I swear." She flexed her fist in anger, giving me a nice view of her abs as her muscles tensed.

"Fareehah, what happened to you?" "I happened, Ana. You see, everyone liked me being nice and well I didn't. I'm different now, mentally. And so is your daughter." Ana had to resist the urge to cry. "So what!? You lost me and fucked my daughter! How could you Angela? I loved you."

"Well you left. And you didn't even consider how your choices would affect the ones you loved. Angela was the mother you wished you could have been. And now I get to call her mommy whenever I want." I laughed aloud as I heard the disrespect coming from Fareehah.

Ana turned away, simply choosing to leave again. Fareehah didn't quite let her, however, yanking her back by her hair as she threw the woman to the ground. "Did we say you could go?" Ana looked up at her daughter in shock, her face contorting more and more. Fareehah forced her head to the ground, rubbing her bare feet all over her mother's face.

"This is the part where you get naked mom."

"I would never, I would rather die!" Fareehah proved herself to me once again, laying a swift kick to her stomach. "Disrespect us one more time, see what happens. Understand?"

Ana simply refused to fight back, unable to make herself hit either of us; the strong and resilient woman feeling helpless. "Ana, make yourself useful and lick her feet. Make up for all the time mommy wasn't there." Ana steeled her gaze as she looked into my eyes, sensing no hint of remorse. "I refuse. You'll have to kill me." A small laugh escaped Fareehah's lips, overshadowed by my own display of glee.

"You do what I say or I splatter your daughter's brains on that wall." "You wouldn't." Her tone was weak, knowing she would never be responsible for her daughter's death. "I'm a doctor. I never said I was a good person" I responded as Fareehah laid another kick to her groin.

She had sweat down her face and bruises to match as she stared into my eyes. She slowly stuck her tongue out and tasted Fareehah's feet, gradually sticking a digit in her mouth. Fareehah shoved as much of her foot as she could in her mother's mouth, laughing as she licked. She slammed her heel against her mother's chin, Ana recoiling and falling to her back. A stream of blood pooling under her nose.

"Let me talk to you both. I'm not going to run or fight back, I just wish to talk." I pitied the woman, nodding to Fareehah as she stood in front of the only exit. She stood up slowly, seeming unsure of the severity of her predicament.. "What happened to you, actually. Why are you so different?" I sighed as I looked her up and down, admiring the view I had of the valley between her breasts.

"I've always been this way, I developed suppressants to be normal, fit in as they say. But eventually enough was enough. I was tired of being walked all over because of my own fake morals, watching the world waste away and being too scared to do anything." I laughed softly. "Even though I knew I could fix it with one simple injection. So I gave up, and fixed myself. Then the rest came naturally. Also, you have five seconds to remove that wire before you take a loooong nap."

Ana looked as stoic as ever as she took the chip out from beneath her breasts, knowing that it was hopeless. "You are no longer the woman I loved. But, I will do what I must." a vial rolled across the table. "Inject yourself." she grabbed it and examined the bright golden contents. With a huff, she stabbed herself in the neck, pushing the chemical into her bloodstream. As soon as the liquid reached her brain, she passed out.

"What was that?" Fareehah asked as she kicked Ana's cheek. "She will be in a coma for a month, I created it last night for this very occasion. It's a prototype de-aging formula. She will either wake up with the organs of a twenty year old, or she won't wake up. One outcome is favorable, but the other is acceptable." Fareehah was still venting, repeatedly kicking the woman's stomach. "Favorable is not having this sow near me."

"Fareehah, you are aware I still find your mother quite attractive, correct?" she looked at me in confusion, before blushing from shame. "So I would prefer if you stopped the insults on my judgment." "yes ma'am" "good. Now fetch Lena, Ana needs to be kept on ice to keep her heart from stopping." She nodded and opened the door, but Lena was already waiting, somehow having felt her master's desire.

"Better yet, Fareehah you handle her. I need to discuss something with Lena." she nodded and picked up the woman, carrying her to the basement as Lena took her place. "What is it mum?"

"You seemed to have developed quite outstanding, supernatural abilities." Lena looked confused, scanning over her body. "oi ave?" I nodded softly before turning off the projector. "Tell me, how did you know Fareehah was in danger back in the ecopoint?"

She thought about it before shrugging. "not sure mum. I was just in the right place at the right time. Come to think of it, I don't even remember elpin her to be honest." I nodded before pointing towards the door. "How did you know I needed your help just now? Matter of fact, almost every time I have needed you in the past month you have just appeared."

Lena looked stumped, once again rather confused. "What number am I thinking of Lena?" Lena thought for a moment. "17 mum" "What shape?" she thought again. "Rhombus" "How about this, to eliminate any chance of randomly guessing. What was the name of my…." Lena blushed deeply before looking down. "Lena"

"You just read my mind. How is this possible?!" Lena backed up slightly, thinking I was upset. "No no no Lena, this is wonderful! You are amazing even when you don't try!" she seemed chipper at those words, a small giggle escaping her lips. "Thank you mum."

"I will need to look into your brain, I believe it has something to do with your lack of certain brain functions. Almost as if you developed new wonderful capabilities on the fly." Lena nodded looking towards the door. "How's The chief doing mum?"

"Out cold for a month. She will be given the same treatment as everyone else when she awakens" Lena nodded before catching a glimpse of Fareehah walking into the basement with her limp body. "Even now I would shag her. Such a beautiful woman."

I laughed softly before standing and turning off the projector. "I agree, she definitely got better with age. Even better than Fareehah. Granted she tries much harder than Fareehah ever had to." Lena nodded, having been quite familiar with both women as they grew.

"If you had to pick between Moira or Ana, who would you choose?" Something in my brain snapped when I heard that name, grabbing Lena's hair. "Do not ever mention that name in my presence." Lena nodded, her cheeks pale. "Yes mum." I let go of her and she brushed off her shoulders. "Sorry mum." "It is okay, I'm at fault. definitely Ana." "Yeah, ole redbeard is too skinny and weird. Ana can be my mum if she wants to." "Honestly, There are few women I would give that title to, but by god if she is not one of them. Give me some time to think dear, run along."

She zipped away to her room. What is wrong with me, I almost broke just at the hearing of her name. What should I do? "Oooh I know, drink." Almost on cue, Lena returned with a bottle of bubbly. I began laughing slightly as I took the open bottle. "Good girl."

(The basement. Perspective switch: Fareehah)

It seemed I wasn't quite done taking out my frustrations on mother. I was beating the woman all over, just to watch the bruises appear. I made sure not to cause any permanent damage, spitting in her face as I turned away. The door to the freezer closed as I walked out, Sombra appearing beside me.

"Hola chica. What's with the mommy issues?" I jumped slightly when I heard her talk, knocking me out of a trance of sorts. "That woman May be my mother, but she is not my mommy. She would be bleeding out in a ditch if it were up to me." Sombra sat in a chair, having moved her main computer setup to the basement to assist Angela's efforts during operations. "I need your mind for a second chica." She ran her fingers along her chin.

"I'm trying to come up with designs for your armor, but I can't quite make a design I am proud of. What's your input?" The prototype on screen was similar to my old raptora armor, the main difference being the incredibly slimmed down design. The plating was jet black, having gold lines along the seams. An ankh was placed on the left shoulder, the eye of Horus being over the left eye.

"I think that looks sick!" I raised my hand to high five the girl, our hands colliding with a satisfying sound. "But I'm worried it won't be as effective as my old armor. It seems so thin." Sombra laughed softly as she typed a few keystrokes. The armor seemed to separate into pieces, each piece having details written out underneath.

"With this alloy, the focus isn't to block the bullets, it's to deflect them back at the shooter. The armor is hard to blunt attacks, but with high velocity strikes the armor becomes soft and elastic. In total it only weighs about fifty pounds." I gawked as I read all of the details, "woah. That's metal as fuck!"

"Yes it is. Furthermore, your jump jets have been moved to your ankles and hips to reduce back strain as well as to reduce impact on your feet while landing. The boots of your armor have similar absorption technology to ensure soft landings."

I nodded along as I scanned the movement details. "0-60 in two seconds? Does this armor turn me into starscream?" Sombra laughed before shrugging. "Sort of. The armor is thermal charged, so it essentially refills its own batteries as you use it. Be careful in the upper atmosphere, it may get too cold for your suit to get a good charge." I nodded.

"Alright. But, if the jump jets are here," I pointed to the ankles and hips of the suit. "What is this?" I pointed to the 'box' of wings on the upper back. There were two 45 degree protrusions in the shape of wings, but they seemed to be folded up. "Oh you are really going to love this."

Sombra giggled as she clicked enter. The armor on the screen reformed as the wings shot out of their cover. "They are incredibly sharp, able to cut through solid steel if you let them." A line of raised material appeared on the suit's skin. The line followed both arms along the sides, making a v shape with the wings. "High power energy cutter along that seam, it needs to charge similar to your justice." She smirked as I cocked a half smile.

"My justice? That really does leave it up to interpretation doesn't it?" I cupped her cheek softly as Sombra smirked. "I suppose it does. Speaking of justice, you are probably wondering where the weapons are." I nodded as I tried to look for them.

"Your original rocket pods are still there." The shoulders of the suit popped open, showing easily forty rows of missiles each, with more running down the suit. Another hatch popped open on it's shins, easily another forty missiles. "Those are hard light as well, we've reverse engineered that technology well enough to power the whole suit. That's why the energy source is purely thermal."

My eyes went wide as I examined the missiles. "Each rocket has more power than a stick of dynamite. You could level a city with these. A small one. Now that widowmaker me and Gabe are on your side, there is practically nothing Talon has that could stop you from killing them all yourself."

"What about the concussive blast? It was a very useful tool when there was danger close." Sombra typed some keys and the wrists of the suit shot open. "Heat blasts, usable at incredibly long distances. The heat is so intense, you can boil somebody alive with this bitch." I gawked at it with a goofy smile. "I do have one suggestion, make half of the helmet see through. Preferably the right side. And locking on systems would be incredible." Sombra nodded, quickly adjusting the design with an effortless amount of keystrokes.

I nodded with a wide smile as I saw the result. "Oh my lord, that's sexy!" "Ehh I prefer you like this if we're talking sexy." She pinched my butt with a giggle. "Hey, I've got some things to do at the moment, but I'll be back for you later." I laughed softly as I squeezed her breasts. "Send in Lena please." I nodded as I made my way out "I'll talk to you later."

"Adios!" Sombra called out as I exited.

As I opened the basement door, Lena zipped down the stairs past me. I sighed as I closed it and exited the room.

(Perspective switch: Lena)

"You wanted me?" I mused as I sat on the floor beside sombra. "Yes chica, but give me one moment." I watched her type away, her fingers moved so fast. She was fiddling with the details of Fareehah's armor, the design changing slightly followed by a few grunts and groans. "Ugh, I'll do it later."

I perked up as the screen changed to a slim black bodysuit. Including the lack of overwatch logos, it looked foreign. "I'm stumped pooch. No clue what to do for your costume. You don't need anything in your clothes, so it's going to be mostly what you want" I thought about it deeply, it turning out that I had many ideas I wanted to show off.

"Alright, I'm going to make this fast so take some notes." She nodded as she pulled up a keypad at her fingertips. "I want a skirt without knickers, I just want suspenders over my tits, maybe a baseball cap. My accelerator needs to be in my hands somewhere. I want see through arm and leg coverings, and let those extend up everywhere else too. I want nothing on my face, I'll take care of that." Sombra nodded at each thing I said, taking semi detailed notes.

"Do you want a ten inch dick too?" I thought about it before shaking my head. "I was kidding chica, I can do all of that easily. And I tell you what, stick out your tongue." I knew what she was going to do, watching as she pricked my tongue and placed a chip in the notch. It healed almost instantly, a slight taste of blood in my mouth.

"I can't believe you got it so small." She laughed before smiling warmly at me. "Winston is a genius, but he doesn't have the insight I do. He made the idea, something I couldn't do, and I made it sleek."

I nodded as I stood up. "And get me a collar, the raunchier the better." I leaned against Sombra, my breasts resting against her back. "How about some gravity warping? I stole that tech from sigma." I shrugged my shoulders before running my finger along her chin. "I can make you freeze in the air for a short while, or I can let you cling to walls." I nodded before smirking "both."

She sighed, realizing she would have to design a way to power that. "Alright, I can make it vibrate too. Only in those special places for a little treat when you do good." I nodded furiously. "I need that! Please." I was already dripping from the mention of it, sighing softly knowing Aleks was busy.

"Yes, orange black and white is good." Sombra pauses as she turns her chair and looks into my eyes. "Yes I can read your mind, sorta, apparently. Just don't ask. I gotta go find somebody not busy." I rubbed my legs together to get any sort of stimulus before being dismissed. "Get la Arana." Sombra mused as I zipped to the entrance of Hana's room.

(Perspective Switch: Amelie)

Just as I was about to web up the little tart as well, such a shame. At least this interruption shouldn't take too long. "You called me Mon amie?" Sombra nodded as I saw my talon battle gear up on the screen.

"I am quite familiar with your battle style so I made up something for your future missions. Your old gear is very impractical, it does little to protect you." "Oui, that is the point. Motion is critical when most of what I do is run." She chuckled before rolling her eyes at me. "Smart ass." "Oh you mean my thorax? My massive dick milker? My pelvis breaker, this massive dump truck I carry on me at all times? Didn't know it had a mind Of it's own."

"Okay don't try to say modern lingo. That's like forty years too late. Anyways, I came up with something." The gear around my model disappeared, showing a flattering if not somewhat unrealistic figure beneath the armor. "I've made a fine few adjustments. Instead of the greaves you wear now, I've modeled much thinner leggings that are based off of spider silk. They could stop a bullet from fully piercing your legs, but not a big one. And these heeled boots make movement a bit easier while also having the benefit of sticking to walls. Being able to hang off a building makes cover a bit easier to come by."

I nodded along, honestly thinking that the buckled boots were a bit more appealing than the bare greaves I had before. "And how is that achieved?" "The boots have magnetic anchors. Press the button on your arm and hooks will pierce the surface and keep you in place. Speaking of which, your grappling hook can do the same."

"Is that a corset, and a dress, mixed with leggings?" Sombra nodded with a slight chuckle. The outfit had a black and purple theme, horizontal stripes running up the leggings and adorning the puffed up waist and upper chest. A dull golden corset was on her stomach, with a similar looking helmet to my current one but mostly gold as well. "And, not only does this not help me blend in but it also looks very movement restricting."

"Think again la arana. This whole outfit is mostly designed for infiltration missions. The visor will not work without your augments so it is mostly for subterfuge. This frilly outer layer can be easily removed for a sleek automatic camouflage bodysuit underneath. And the best part is that it is no thicker than a fingernail, it does not restrict movement whatsoever, makes no noise, and is quite comfortable actually."

"That is quite appealing, but why waste time with this frilly thing when I could simply wear common clothing if I wished to sneak around." I could see her reasoning, but it seemed a bit frivolous in all honesty.

"You will not be sneaking into the hotel on the corner, you could merely climb the building for that. This, is to get you inside of political events and things of that nature. You are no longer just an assassin, you are the number one infiltration specialist in the whole show. These clothes are X-ray proof, energy scanners, hell they can't even read your heartbeat through this. Not only that, there are recorders in just about every single crevice of the outfit for auditory and visual purposes. This is not simply a show of my design chops, this is a marvel of technology before your very eyes."

I was a bit surprised, but in all honesty I wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "What an upgrade. How about offensive capabilities, what does it provide?" She shrugged her shoulders before closing the tab. "Other than a space to hide your gun, nothing really. You don't need anything but some maneuverability." I smiled at that one, she really did know me. "Alright, but what will be done to replace my visor?" "Sunglasses." She held up a pair of normal dollar store black sunglasses. I slipped them over my eyes and I couldn't see anyone through the walls, but I gathered that it was intentionally disabled in Angela's house. "Lovely," I stuffed them in my pocket.

"Alright, now I have to do your fitting. Ugh Angela has me running ragged. get naked mami." "You could at least buy me dinner first." "I tried. You never ate it and then plowed me half to death behind the dumpster" I shrugged, a true statement. I stripped down and she moved behind me, placing a metal cage around my back that tightened to my frame, she pulled it off and wrote down a few numbers before doing the same to my legs. "Alright, that should be all. Your back is not correct chica." "I am a spider, my ass is fat and my waist is tiny, that usually causes back problems."

We shared a chuckle before I scooped up the garments "Is that all?" "I believe it is chica, get the fuck out." "With pleasure." I chuckled as I wrapped the pants I was wearing around sombra's head, holding it tightly so she couldn't struggle or escape. "Just remember who owns you, just the smell of me is enough to make you space out." By the stopping of her struggling and her hands being neatly folded in her lap, it seemed as though she acknowledged as much to be true as I pulled the pants off her face. "That's what I thought. Au revoir." I chuckled softly as I walked up the stone stairs towards the exit. I could hear Olivia's heavy breathing as I left, returning to the barely legal teen waiting for me.

(back to angie)

I had little better to do than relax with my favorite woman in my lap, glasses of champagne in our hands and our eyes glued to the screens. I could see the things going on in every room of this house, well, every room except the bedrooms. "I think it's time to take satya off of ice, she's had plenty of time to think with her consciousness in the cloud." Pharah nodded slowly, taking an especially long sip. "How have your conversations been going?" I shrugged. "Don't know. Mercy doesn't tell me much. But, she always pulls through for us."

"You're calling her mercy now?" I frowned for a bit as a realization hit me. "I wasn't supposed to tell you that. God, that is so annoying." The chocolate colored woman cupped my cheeks and nearly forced the scowl off my face. "You know i wont tell anyone, how many times have i been told something i shouldn't have Angela number three?" I giggled softly at that. She really was trustworthy.

My body shut off, the only part which still worked properly being my head. The person looking out from my eyes wasn't me, it was mercy. Angela number one, the original. "Fareehah, you have the privilege of being the one person in this house who knows the truth. It's taken me a while to decide, but after watching you for so long I think I know this choice is wise." This voice wasn't mine either, and before long this body no longer held my consciousness. I fluttered away into the cloud, mercy taking my place.

"Satyah has not come around in the slightest, but she has something of a complex. She has to be right, despite how much she knows she isn't anymore. She will go back to vishkar and won't talk. She will work ten times harder to make her worldview come true. She is a truly powerful woman, and in time, my words will eat at her until she realizes how frivolous her resistance is. Submit to her when she comes back, let her walk all over you in private. Give her a reason to come back. I want you to take late night plane rides to please her, I want you to make her feel like she is the luckiest woman in the world."

Fareehah had been comforted by knowing she was trusted by the original Angela. The one she knew her whole life. She nodded slowly as the fact that she was a husk became more prominent. Even with all of her power, she was unable to completely control a body from so far away. Well, at least she thought that Angela was far away. She finally opened her lips to speak. "Angela, if I'm married to number three, does that mean I'm married to you too? The real original you? Because if that is the case, I have really not been doing my job in pleasing you. At least come around more okay? I don't care if you can't move, I'll carry you wherever you want to go." In a moment, mercy took full control of that body to grab Pharah's head and almost smash her lips against her wife's. "The number behind my name means nothing. Angel number three is just as much me as Angel number 238. Don't think for a second that I don't share three's feelings. We love you." Pharah was taken aback slightly, but did not respond with words. She just forced her lips back against Angel's. She didn't care which one was in control anymore, but number one wanted this sensation all to herself at the moment.