Overwatch: The Eye Chapter 4: The Downfall, an overwatch fanfic

Two months before current events

Talon HQ

Venice, Italy

Reaper took in a long sigh as he leaned back into his chair. He wasn't a fan of these types of meetings. They would always drone on about whatever subject needed to be talked about for hours, which made him drowsy and bored. He was thankful that the meeting went into a recession for the next half an hour.

He looked at the ceiling of Talon's main meeting room that they were in. He remembered vividly the time that he and Doomfist, alongside Sombra and Widowmaker, took down Vialli, a Talon Leader who took over Doomfist's position and went against his Darwinian ideology for the sake of more profits. And once he was disposed of, he recalled himself and Doomfist entered the very same meeting room.

Then came to the subject of why they were here in the first place. The world was being ignited by increased Onmic attacks by Null Sector, on cities across the globe. Most world leaders would have called it the next World War, but in reality, it's just the Second Onmic Crisis, though world leaders would like to refrain from calling it that, reasons being 'too cruel to civilized Onmics.'

Whatever. What helps them sleep easier at night is not his problem.

As he sat upright in his seat, he glanced over to see Doomfist, overlooking the hologram maps and schematics of where to strike chaos next. After all, it was Talon's main mission to sew chaos into the world.

"Still overlooking your plan?"

"A brilliant strategist never stops planning Reyes. I'm still seeing if I can improve on our next move." Doomfist spoke, never lifting his head towards Reaper, his focus was on his hologram plan.

Just then, the doors reopened and in came two individuals that Reyes knew. One was an Onmic, dressed to the Nines and had red eyes with red glowing dots on his metallic forehead. The other was in a Vishkar Corporation attire and was busy talking to Maximilien, the Onmic mentioned earlier.

Reaper didn't care about Vishkar Corporation at all. He didn't like how they were portraying themselves as Saints to underdeveloped countries like Brazil, nor how they would go to lengths to achieve what they wanted. Talon has no worries about him, just as long as Sanjay plays his part.

That didn't stop him from overhearing their conversation as both of them entered the meeting room. "...I am glad that progress is going well for those condominiums that I have requested."

"For you Maximilien, we would always make an exception."

Reaper just rolled his eyes behind his mask. Of course, they would be talking about business. It was never really interested in Talon's pursuit of world war and chaos. But as long as this organisation is being fed financially, these two don't need to worry about security.

Doomfist raised his head to see Maximilien and Sanjay returning from their break. "Are we ready to continue this meeting?" Doomfist asked the members of his inner circle.

"Yes, we are." Sanjay agreed. "But before we begin again, I would just like to let you know of the small disturbance just outside of HQ."

Reaper and Doomfist raised their eyebrows at this statement. But Maximiliem interjected. "But don't worry yourself, gentlemen, I have already sent Talon's men to settle this small matter."

Doomfist grunted. "Hmmph, their issues should have nothing to do with us. Let us resume."

As Doomfist went on about his 'grand master plan', as Reaper were to put it, he couldn't help but shake off the feeling about this 'small disturbance'. The people in this beautiful town didn't dare to step out of line, especially in the presence of Talon in their city. They would answer with their lives if anyone did.

It could only mean one thing.

Jack and Ana.

Reaper frowned at the thought. He always knew that the both of them were trying to take Talon down, but not something as reckless as causing a disturbance.

"Any questions Reyes?"

Reaper's thoughts on the disturbance vanished the moment Doomfist questioned him.

"No."

Doomfist looked at him for a moment but shook it off.

"If that is the case, let's move on when will-"

The meeting room was then rocked violently by a distant explosion. The lights in the meeting room flickered on and off, before losing power altogether. Red emergency lights illuminated the room as all the members looked up and around to what was happening.

"Looks like our small disturbance is not so small after all." Reaper took out his hellfire shotguns while Doomfist readied his gauntlet. "Let's see what we have in store for us."

As Reaper led Doomfist and his inner circle out of the meeting room, they did not expect to see what greeted them. Talon's surrounding buildings were taking heavy fire by incoming mortars, launched from either outside the headquarters or by the surrounding bodies of water, followed by distant gunfire and Talon's army running about.

The walkway in front of them was littered with debris from the buildings, with some of Talon's forces busy returning fire at the unknown enemy.

"What's the status? What's going on?" Doomfist questioned a soldier who was taking cover by one of the columns nearby. "Some onmics have broken through the headquarters, sir!" She reported. "We are trying to fight back, but their numbers are too much!"

Reaper looked at the soldier, taking in what she just said, then over to Doomfist, who was also trying to digest the information.

"Why would the onmics attack us?" Maximilien demanded the soldier as if she knew the answer. "Who is it? Null Sector?"

Doomfist froze a bit when he mentioned Null Sector. A few years prior, he had met up with an onmic that was solely responsible for the attack on King's Row in secret. The onmic happened to be the leader of the terrorist group.

'Null Sector. I remember now. We formed a partnership together in Cairo a couple of years ago before being arrested.' Doomfist thought silently. 'An onmic. Ramattra was the name. What made him turn against us?'

As Doomfist was rummaging through his head about the reasons why a close associate of Talon would turn against them, the sound of another incoming mortar attack was coming close.

"Everyone get down!" Reaper commanded.

But despite his warning, the mortars struck too close to they were taking cover. This caused the walkway ground to collapse beneath them, taking all of them into the ground below.

Reaper groaned as he landed on the rubble of what used to be the walkway from above. His head was still spinning and his vision was fuzzy.

Once it started to settle, Reaper took a look around him. They were in the many underground passageways that ran underneath Talon's headquarters. The explosion from the incoming mortars was powerful enough to send himself and his squad into one of the many below-ground corridors.

Speaking of squads, where's his party?

Getting up, he could see the light peering in from above, illuminating the rubble in the basement, alongside the amber lights, flickering the hallway that he was in.

Looking at the rubble, he could see an arm sticking out from the crushed pavement, the shoulder barring the logo of the organisation. Then, he saw a bloodied head of a familiar man with corporate attire.

'Damn,' Reaper groaned to himself, looking away from the gruesome sight. 'That's one down.'

"Reyes!"

Reapers looked down the hall and saw Doomfist and Maximilien. Reaper's form faded into black smog as it travelled towards the both of them. The smog formed back into Reaper in front of them, inspecting their condition.

"I'm fine." The robotic accountant declared. "Doomfist took the hit."

Reaper took a closer look at the big Nigerian man. He hissed in pain as he was clutching his left side, which was covered in blood.

"Can you move?"

Reaper's only reply was Doomfist checking his hand covering the bleeding hole in his side. The latter tried to sit upright to get more comfortable but was met with blinding pain, which caused him to cry out.

"I take that as a no."

Then he heard distant metallic footsteps hitting the ground. That was when he started to get up. That wasn't Talon's people coming towards him. Talon was funded well enough to supply good clothes to its force, so he knew that their boots didn't make that sound.

'Onmics.' Reaper thought.

Before Reaper had the chance to whip out his shotguns, a canister was thrown into the hallway, smoke spewing from it. Reaper and Doomfist coughed and spluttered as the smoke was too heavy for them to breathe. Then, from the smoke, a loud shot rang out, as Reaper was knocked back by the heavy concussion pellet. The impact from the pellet was strong enough to send him flying to the top of the rubble.

Doomfist, still injured and now unable to see, could now hear the movement of metallic feet shifting through the smoke. He heard another shot rang out of the distance, followed by a thud against the ground. Then he felt the pressure of a steel foot on his right thigh. Doomfist winced as he looked up and saw the unmistakable red glow of a Null Sector robot.

"Akande Ogundimu." The Onmic's voice spoke out. "I thought you would be stronger than this."

"I demand that I speak to your leader." Doomfist spitted out.

The onmic just gave him an emotionless look down, its visuals gave more of a light orange glow rather than the old evil red or the halo yellow. "I'm afraid that Null Sector is under new management."

The onmic continued, looking up as if it was giving an inspiring speech.

"We have always known that Talon wanted chaos, but the world needs change. For the better for onmickind and mankind."

The onmic lowered its head, giving a small pause. "Your kind of organization that revolves around creating havoc on the world. An ambitious idea for humanity to evolve, but only creates more destruction. Not what we want in our new world."

Then, it proceeds to give him an unmoving glare.

"So, unfortunately, our deal is not valid anymore."

Further down, an army of onmics was marching in one of the many underground tunnels that passed throughout Venice. Most of the water had been drained out for Talon to use these tunnels in case of emergencies.

As they were marching onward, one of them noticed a figure brushed past them, through the unsettled dust that filled the air. It stopped, looking towards where this irregularity was heading. But as it looked through the smog, all it saw was three pulse rockets barreling towards it and its squad.

The explosion rocked the tunnel, leaving the remains of the decimated onmic squad.

With the onmics taken care of, the 2 figures ran past the piles of scrap metal.

Reaper groaned as he lay on top of the rubble. His eyelids beneath his masks thinned out as the pain from the earlier shot was unbearable.

As he lay on the harsh and uneven surface of the destroyed tunnel below him, he thought of his former life before it came to this very moment.

He called his time in the police force. He had sent away many criminals to do their time but failed to decrease the crime rate in his home of Los Angeles.

His move to the US military, climbing and earning a rank amongst the Senior Officers, which he believed to be the highlight of his life.

He served his time to right the wrongs of governments and other prevailing authorities taking control of their people.

Only for huge companies to swoop in and take over, his good work for humanity resulted in a zero-sum when they repeated what the previous figures of power had done.

The innocent lives of the working and the poor were slain without a second thought.

While the elites and the rich escape the wraith of justice.

The thought alone sent his memory forward into the future, where he was head of Blackwatch, Overwatch's Covert Ops Division.

Back to the good old days of Overwatch.

While he outrightly dismisses the thoughts of the good old days, he sometimes cherries the times he spent there.

Fighting onmics, saving the world.

It was great.

Until the Retribution mission. In this very place in fact. A simple extraction mission turned into a fight for their lives.

All because he wanted to just put the bad guys in their place.

From there, Overwatch's downfall was already on the wall.

That's what bothered him.

Why do good in this world when in the end, it only comes back to bite you where it hurts?

He didn't notice that two more onmics were approaching him, maybe to finish him off. Not that he cared anyway, given the experience of a disappointing life that he lived.

As Reaper anticipated the end, pulse shots and what he thought were darts, rang out throughout the tunnel.

The onmics who were targeting him suddenly turned as their attention was taken away by the sudden gunfire that erupted.

Reaper took the chance at their distraction. He rolled over to his side as he pulled out his shotguns at the Omnics' backs, only taking two clean shots to neutralize both of them.

Taking a sigh of relief, his first instinct was to check up on his boss. The onmic that kept Doomfist pinned had its head blown clean off its torso.

Then came a set of footsteps, Doomfist was still in a lot of pain to pay attention to the steps crunching on the rubble, but Reaper did.

Given the complex and hard life he lived, Reyes was used to brushing off surprises and circumstances when it came to his missions during his previous life. However, this was one of those rare exceptions.

"Jack? Ana?" Reaper slowly got up. Once his former colleagues in the days of Overwatch, now bitter enemies.

"Thought you were stronger than his Reyes," Jack said as he went up to him, offering Reyes his hand. Reyes looked at his offering hand. His mind goes back to the last conversation he had with him on the very mission that led to the downfall of Overwatch.

'How far will you go to protect the world?'

"Reyes?"

Reyes shook off the helping hand as he got up by himself, dusting off the dust that covered most of his leather cover cloak.

"How's Doomfist and Max?"

Jack just pointed towards the lifeless onmic corpse that had been alive not too long ago. Instead, they shifted their attention towards the old Egyptian.

Ana was inspecting Doomfist at his wound by his side. Rummaging through her inventory, she found her bionic grenade, popped the cap off and poured the mixture of the yellow and purple liquid onto Doomfist's side. Ana inspected the area as the wound started to close and heal up, before moving away.

Doomfist took a big breath as he got up. Once on his feet, he took his time to inspect the area where the wound was once at his side. Whatever Ana did to him, he couldn't feel the pain anymore, thanks to her.

Speaking of which…

"You," Doomfist growled. He went over to Ana and towered over her. Soldier 76 stepped in to protect his colleague, but Reaper raised his arm out towards him, preventing him from intervening.

Doomfist looked down at the old, but agile Egyptian sniper that was way below his height. He knew that she was his enemy, ever since back to the Overwatch days. Ambushing their important missions to arrest the high-power figures within their organization, they were always a thorn in Talon's side.

It was no surprise then that when Overwatch went down in a flaming wreck, Doomfist and the High members of Talon's were beyond pleased.

The long-standing thorn in Talon's side was finally gone. Then, Talon is free to unleash humanity into a future full of wars and conflicts. And nothing is going to stop them.

But now?

Now he stood down in the bowels of the once proud Talon HQ, being destroyed by an unknown force and here he was being rescued by a long-dead peacekeeping organization, and none other than its Commander and Second-in-Command.

Before he could question Overwatch's ex-Second-in-Command, another explosion rocked the facility, flickering the already irritating blaring red alarms in the tunnels.

"Down this way," Doomfist instructed the three, his tone didn't change. "Maybe you can explain once we are clear."

The old underground tunnels of Venice were one of the few ways that folks in the old days moved around that didn't need a ride on a gondola. And the several decades that went by, the city of Venice soon came under the control of Talon's Headquarters.

As their home base, the city underwent massive and extensive changes to suit the terrorist organization's needs. From the barracks for their killing-hungry operatives to the massive garages that housed their latest and most expensive equipment, no money was spared in creating the ultimate headquarters.

This included the massive underground tunnels of Venice, which were used as an escape route should anything befall the city above.

As the four ran through the tunnels, it was clear that this wasn't a one-off attack or a small insurgence. The continuing pummels of raining artillery on the surface kept shaking the tunnels, causing dust and in some cases debris to fall from the century-old tunnels.

And this being an attack, the four soon weren't alone in the tunnels.

Onmics started to appear ahead of them thanks to the multiple exits and entrances that spanned throughout the city. The onmics opened fire towards their direction. Thankfully, Doomfist took in most of the damage, Soldier 76 and Ana took care of the onmics at a distance and Reaper handled the rear in case any rogue onmic would take them by surprise from behind.

And it was not long before they arrived at their destination.

The four stood in front of a service elevator that served one of Talon's many facilities. As they waited for the elevator to arrive, Doomfist broke the awkward silence between them.

"You still haven't told us why you are helping us."

Ana looked up at the gigantic fist-powered man before looking at 76. She nodded him towards the heaps of scrap metal that were once the onmics that attacked them. Jack went to the pile and ripped off one of the heads from the onmics.

"I always had a feeling that Talon and Null Sector were working together." Jack looked down at the head he held in his hands, not knowing that Doomfist clenched his fist ever so tighter.

Then the man with the blue visor said something unexpected.

"But I'm guessing that this doesn't have anything to do with this."

Jack tossed the head towards Doomfist. And when he caught it with his regular hands, he found something off on the side of the onmic's head.

He remembered the time when Null Sector attacked King's Row and recalled seeing what their onmics looked like. Their camo differentiated from time to time, but in most cases, always bore the colour purple.

This onmic was from Null Sector, yes, but there was one major difference compared to a regular Null Sector onmics.

While most of its head bore the terrorist group's official colour, there was something painted on the side of its head. And despite it being painted over with a brush, it was clear as day as to what the painting was intended to be.

It was an orange eye.

~Ding~

The elevator doors opened as Jack and Ana brushed past the now-former Talon members and towards the elevator. Reyes looked at his engrossed colleague and then at the onmic head that was in his hand. Doomfist, in the meantime, kept looking at the painted orange eye. He then thought of what the onmic said earlier to him.

'I'm afraid that Null Sector is under new ownership.'

'Our deal is not wanted anymore.'

Words that rang out.

Whatever just happened just now, can't be changed.

"Let's go," Reaper said, marching towards the elevator. Taking a quick peek at Reaper from the corner of his eye, he quickly returned his attention to the painting on the onmic head.

'Our deal is not wanted anymore huh?' He thought to himself, before subjecting the robotic head to a painful crush under his hand.

'We'll see about that.' Doomfist marched towards the elevator, leaving the crushed head behind.

Thanks to the usage of the tunnels, the team managed to find a vehicle garage to make their getaway in. Now hiding away in a disused bungalow house on the outskirts of Milan, they had to stay hidden under what is their next course of action.

Not even a second after breaking into the house, 76 brought his hologram map out and laid it on the dining table, clearing away all of the utensils that were on it.

As Soldier 76 was looking through the map and their options, Doomfist and Reaper were in the living room. Doomfist was looking at the smoke and explosions that were rising from Venice from the house's balcony. Even though it was now evening, the utter destruction from the attack on Talon's headquarters still can be seen. He tried to call Talon's other bases and sites around the globe, but just like the attack on headquarters, it just seemed that Talon was gone in a flash.

While the Nigerian was reflecting on the recent event by watching the night sky, Reaper lay on the couch, spreading out his legs along the furniture. Now comfortable, he reached and grabbed out the TV remote and began to surf through the channels. Soon, he reached the various new channels.

It seems that they missed out a lot during their episode in Venice because the news outlets weren't just covering the attack in Venice, but other incidents around the globe just happened in mere hours.

"Helix Security International is coming under great fire after a leak has revealed the security's firms undertakings and missions. From what we understand, Helix Security's servers have been DDoS attack by an unknown source, but everyone is heavily focusing on the horrendous activities and missions that came from the leaks."

Reaper didn't seem to be concerned about this, so he pressed the button on the remote and changed channels. He stopped when a picture of a downed private jet was shown on the screen.

"Vishkar Corporation's CEO and its team of chief officers have been killed after their company's private jet went down over the country of Thailand. The team were on their way to the Trader's Conference in Hawaii. For now, the wreckage is being secured by Thailand's military. So far, there are no signs or evidence of any terrorist activity."

Reaper sighed, leaning into his hand as this didn't benefit their situation. He shuffled through the channels again. After what seemed to be a long time, he finally found a channel that was talking about the recent events in Venice and had the photo of Talon's HQ on the front. Or what's left of their headquarters, that is.

"In Venice, which is also known as the home to Talon HQ to the locals, has been attacked unexpectedly. This advanced private army, responsible for many attacks and assassinations around the globe has now found itself in a position that it is now a prey. Talon Headquarters wasn't the only target."

The TV then showed multiple Talon locations, all now under siege by supposed attackers from earlier.

"All of these places ambushed by these onmic forces are suspected to be Talon's bases around the globe. But none are critical as the deadly attack in Venice that nearly saw the sacred town sunk underwater."

Although the news channel was speaking Italian, the English subtitles shown were talking about some of the horrors that the locals experienced. One man described it as a 'massacre', another said that a huge presence of onmics had suddenly swarmed the Talon Headquarters, and all had come from the waters of the city. With the attack solely being focused on the terrorist headquarters, most of the locals were thankful that they were able to escape unharmed, though not all survived.

Then came the report of those who have died. The screen showed several Talon's operatives dead, reaching to a high four-figure mark. It wasn't surprising that the deaths of Maximilien and the man from Vishkar, Sanjay, soon appeared. Reaper just stared at the screen as the covered bodies of the deceased came and went. The channel then broadcasts CCTV footage from the attack that was released from an unknown source, potentially from their attackers.

"Great. They are already on to us." Reaper loudly stated, trying to get everyone's attention.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, things got a lot worse from thereon.

The footage shows the four of them walking out of the elevator, the camera zooms into each one of them, watching the English subtitles below as the news anchor describes them in Italian one by one.

Doomfist, also known as Akande Ogundimu was kind of obvious due to his big figure. The newscaster described after he escaped from prison in Nubani, he was looked at everywhere by the prison's management, Helix Security International. But ever since the events from Masquerade, no one had seen him in public before.

From there onwards, everything was pretty much a blur for Reaper.

Then came Ana. Despite her using her shrike, the channel was able to identify her as Ana Amari. The newscaster states that she was still alive even though she was KIA during a mission by Talon's infamous sniper, Widowmaker. She is now a wanted criminal for espionage, assault, and theft.

Soldier 76 was next. Even though his new visor removed the lower portion of his mask, his new beard didn't make it any harder to guess who he was, at least to the channel. The newscaster identified the long-wanted vigilante as Jack Morrison. The newscaster took a few seconds to grasp that the long-dead and most respected man, Commander of the former peacekeeping force, Overwatch was still alive. Getting his bearings, the newscaster droned on about Jack Morrison's life inside and outside of Overwatch, the various crimes he committed around the world, and him being hunted in an international manhunt.

At last, the screen showed him, Reaper leaned forward, paying close attention to the subtitles as his details were revealed.

"One of Talon's main agents, Reaper, has been revealed to be none other than Overwatch's Covert Ops Head, Gabriel Reyes. Little is known about Blackwatch's missions, but there have been reports of assassination, coercion, kidnapping, torture and much more. And Reyes behind such activities, some say he is the one that has led Overwatch on the downpath to its disbandment."

Reaper gripped the TV remote harder hearing these statements.

"Following this tragic turn of events, we have come to finally know who was the perpetrator behind all of these."

There, on the TV, was the same logo that Doomfist saw on the side of ex-Null Sector onmic.

"These machines were being reconsigned by those countries that had been invaded by an onmic group called Null Sector. However, they have been taken over by a group calling themselves 'The Eye'. After the events in Venice, the group promised that more attacks on countries and organisations around the world would increase. Though the source of this threat is unknown, the United Nations has urged countries around the world to remain calm-"

The TV suddenly went blank, Reaper having shut off the remote.

By this point, everyone in the house had seen the news. Taking it all in was a bit tricky, and now that their identities have been revealed, it will be harder for the group to move undercover.

"Enough of that." Reyes sighed as he leaned back onto the sofa and took a moment to calm himself. He looked at the other end of the sofa and saw Jack, standing there. He then shook his head in frustration, with a cup of joe in his hand.

"With our identities exposed, we need to move around quietly," He sipped the coffee, looking at the holographic map as he tried to think of a plan.

Ana meanwhile, handed Akande a freshly made cup of tea. Normally, he would like to drink something a bit heavier, like Whiskey, but given their circumstances, he wasn't spoilt for choice. He quietly, but kindly accepted the tea. But even given the choice, he would have picked tea anyway, because right now, he having a massive problem. He and Reaper were technically screwed. With no more backing from Talon or any of their bases around the globe, they can't escape, and if they were to escape from Milan, they wouldn't get far. Now he knew why Jack and Ana were helping them.

"Whatever this rogue onmic group may be, they have gotten a hold of Ramattra and Null Sector, and they are making sure that no one gets in their way, whether be former Overwatch agents or Talon operatives," Doomfist remarked.

"Like I said, we are all in the same boat," Jack stated, having come up with no idea so far. "The question is, what do we do now? I'm open if you guys have any connections since we are all in this mess together. And it would also be better if these said connections have a base to camp out for a while."

Doomfist then noticed that Ana wasn't paying attention to the conversation, but didn't look at them. She looked at the ground as if she was thinking of something.

"What's on your mind?" Doomfist questioned her. "You have been quiet throughout the night."

Ana looked up and saw everyone was now looking at her.

"Got a plan Ana?" Reyes asked.

Ana looked up at everyone. Right now it is life and death at this point. The more they stay here, the faster the rogue onmic group is going to find them.

"Yes," She finally revealed. "But you might not like it."

Doomfist looked out into the vast view ahead of him. The lights on the many variety of ships that sailed through the strait complimented the starry night sky. It was peaceful, something that he experienced once in a blue moon.

Maybe Ana's idea to join the Overwatch recall wasn't a bad idea.

Even though there were many outcries from the small number of members that joined, and from Sojourn and Winston, both are whom were helping each other in operating this illegal peacekeeping force at the time, they were willing to let the four in and cooperate together in taking down the common foe.

While he enjoyed the scenery, his mind was more preoccupied by the recent attack in Venice. He just couldn't believe that his work, his whole life dedicated to Talon, the terrorist group responsible for the many happenings around the world, was now gone. Lost. Finished.

Forever.

Just like the original Overwatch.

He sighed.

His fist clenched tighter.

He will have his revenge for what the Eye had done to his life's work.

"I know what you are thinking, Akande." A voice spoke out.

He looked to his right and saw the short Egyptian sniper, who was also watching out the window of Watchpoint: Gibraltar.

"When I heard that Overwatch fell, I was broken. Blamed me, blamed Jack, blamed Reyes, blamed Talon, even blamed the world for it." Ana stated. "All we ever did was to save the world, move both human and onmic to a peaceful and prosperous future. And yet, even through our faults, they shut us out and took Overwatch down. The peacekeeping force for the world and my home was gone. And I wanted some sort of revenge."

Doomfist looked at her with raised eyebrows. Revenge? The same Captain Ana Amari that everyone once adored, wants revenge? This was so not her.

"So I took up an alias. Started watching Egypt, my home. Me and Jack took down Hakim's underground network."

"I've heard." Doomfist complimented. "Nice work, by the way."

"Thank you." Ana appreciated his words. "But while taking down his criminal empire, I realised that revenge, the lives that I took, was not the right way to answer my problems. People under him, had families to feed, children and parents to take care of alike. Their only source of livelihood and parental figure is gone. And it was my fault."

Ana paused.

"But I did out of necessity. Because it's not only my people that suffer, but others around the world as well."

She then turned to look at Doomfist straight in the eyes.

"Revenge is sweet. But when you see how much effort, what it takes and how much you sacrifice, that's when you realise, revenge, sometimes, isn't worth the pursuit."

She then broke eye contact with the man and went straight for Winston's desk.

"Tea?"

She turned around and he saw that she had a cup of tea for him in her hands. She had been brewing tea while they were talking.

"Thank you." He thanked her, accepting the cup. He didn't want to admit it, but he secretly enjoyed Ana's tea. It's perfect for taking a breather when your head is muddled up, like right now.

He wanted to resume talking to Ana about this subject, but he felt that could be discussed another time. So, he moved on to another topic.

"You know, even though we are fighting against a common enemy. And given that a lot has happened just in the past few days and weeks."

He gave a small pauseTwo months before current events