"You know he's going to kill you, right?" McCree asked Longshot over coms.

"You know that A. I don't care, and B. He can hear you?" Longshot said back.

"No he can't."

"Both of you shut up." Reyes said finally.

"Wagner, report."

"Which is it? Shut up or report?"

"Now!"

"Ahead of you and to the left is a burning car with two dead. Behind it is someone with a shotgun looting the driver. Possible threat."

"Deal with it." Suddenly a blast was heard echoing from the far off antenna.

"Done. Clear road to the medical tents. Who's this Dr. Ziegler anyway? What's she look like?"

"She's head of Overwatch's medical research team. Blond hair, teenager, thin frame."

"Looks like an angel?"

"What?"

"Found her. Local bandit forces approaching the site. Permission to fire?

"Do it." A single blast was heard... followed by another large one. "What was that?"

"Their transport going down in flames."

"Any civilian casualties?"

"Nope... Oooh, one stubborn bastard climbing out of the wreckage..." Another shot. "Ahh... Pink mist looks wonderful in the sunlight."

--a few minutes later--

"Dr. Ziegler." Reyes said as he approached her.

"Not now, I need to stop this bleeding."

"Miss, we have to extract you."

"I said not now, Reyes."

"Comment on how lovely her stiches are." John said over coms.

"Who was that?"

"Our new sniper."

"Where is he at?"

"Old tv antenna" Came the voice over coms.

"But that is almost five kilometers away!"

"Hair under three miles there, Angel." Came the voice.

"Amazing... There. Done. Nurse, can you close up?" She asked getting a nod in return. She pulled off her gloves and threw them into a garbage can labeled "HAZMAT MEDICAL WASTE"

"Now, you said you wanted to begin extracting me?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Very well, but I want to meet this sniper of yours. It is quite a feat to see so much detail over such a distance, even with a scope."

"She hasn't seen the scope I built for this thing."

"Fine, you can meet him. Squad, move out."

"Road is clear to extraction point."

--An hour later--

"Where are we off to, Reyes?" Dr. Ziegler asked as the group climbed onto the transport.

"First to pick up the sniper, then back to your lab."

"Fine, but I plan on giving this sniper of yours a full physical, not to mention I'll be pulling his medical records."

"Pull my what?"

"He might like that." McCree snickered to the guy next to him.

"Sounds like jealousy to me, Boss..." Came the voice from the coms.

"Shit." McCree said as he checked if his coms were on.

--Minutes later--

The transport floated to the tower and the door on the rear opened up into a ramp. Longshot leaped from the tower onto the hovering vehicle and the door closed behind the sniper.

"That went well." He said as he passed his commanding officer.

"Hmmph"

Longshot continued forward until he found a seat, just across from the Dr. "So you're the sniper... A bit younger then I was expecting..."

"Speak for yourself, your only a couple years older then me. How's a teenager become a doctor?"

"Much the same as you became a sniper. Constant practice and study. The difference is I use a scalpel to heal and you use a rifle to kill."

"Heh, I can tell you which is both faster and easier."

"Indeed... Tell me about your rifle."

"Hand built by myself, high powered gauss rifle, firing two millimeter rice grain shaped tungsten rounds fired at ten percent the speed of light. I can take out almost any vehicle or mech in the world with this thing."

"Intriguing... How does it propel the rounds at such a high speed?"

"I use a series of electromagnets and capacitors. Why? Thinking of switching sides?"

"No, thinking how much more dangerous battle could become if that technology is utilized everywhere... I will have to study the effects that causes on the human body..." She pulled out a pen and a pad of paper and began taking notes.

"If I find one that doesn't mostly vaporize after taking a shot from this, I'll let you know." He said as he tipped his hat forward, covering his eyes and letting him sleep.

--A few hours later--

Dr. Ziegler sat in the medical tent reading through the files of John Wagner, hand over her mouth in shock at some of the entries. "Mein god..." She whispered to herself.

"Yo doc!" Wagner's voice came as he approached the tent.

"Come in!" She said almost absent mindedly.

He watched her reading and rereading sections, taking notes every so often. "Anything good in there?" He asked making her look up in surprise.

"How are you even capable of thought?"

"Evolution, Angel."

"That doesn't explain how you can currently function. You've seen more combat at such a young age then most middle-aged veterans, not to mention the lingering psychological issues from watching your mother murdered in front of you weeks after finding out your father died in combat."

He sat there for a moment, looking over her face. He saw something he didn't see very often, concern for him. "I survived. I adapted. I overcame. That's all there is to it."

"Even so... Alright. Time for your physical. Shirt off."

Longshot pulled off his button up flannel t-shirt as well as the sleeveless undershirt underneath revealing a scarred but healthy upper body, old bullet wounds from grazed to clean through shots were everywhere.

"Mein god... There's even more then recorded..."

"I've been busy."

"Pulling off more heists?"

"It's all there was for me."

"How so?" She asked as she began noting the many scars.

"My family wasn't exactly well off before my parents died, and after, I met McCree and he's been like an older brother to me. He watches my back and I watch his."

"I can understand that... Arms up and bend over, I need to check your spine for scoliosis."

"Yes ma'am."

"... Good, no signs there. Pants and trousers off."

"Not even dinner first?" He said as he began undoing his belt.

"Cute." She mumbled as she jotted down more notes. When she looked up, she saw his back to her and him laying his pants on the table. The first thing she noticed was more scars that weren't recorded before, the next was that a few were on an otherwise nice ass. "More scars? How much combat have you really seen?"

"More than most, and with my luck, it'll kill me before I make it to twenty five." He said as he turned around, revealing a six inch shaft.

"Uh... R...right." She stumbled on a simple word as she saw all of him. She began jotting down more of his scars, but couldn't help thinking of other things. "Alright, time to check for a hernia." She said with a bit too much glee as she knelt down and put one gloved hand between his nuts and his inner thigh. "Cough for me." He did so, clearly uncomfortable. Then she switched sides, "Again." And once again he complied, though she could tell something was getting hard for him to manage. "Alright, you can put your pants back on." She managed to say without much emotion, though she couldn't help looking when he was pulling his drawers up. "Alright, lay on your back on the table."

"Sure" he said as he flipped himself up onto it.

She switched to a new pair of gloves, moved over to him, set her hands on his lower abdomen and began kneading. "Any pain when lifting heavy items or climbing?"

"Nope."

"Good, no hernia. Lots of scars, but all are healing well... Is this one a bite mark?" She asked as she moved her hands to trace it with her fingers.

"Yeah, scared up a pack of wild dogs not too long before my capture. Scared most of them off, but one was stubborn. I ate well that night."

"You ate a dog?" She asked completely perplexed.

"There ain't much for wild game to hunt back home. Most of it went extinct decades ago. Also, it ain't bad, it's just a little ruff." He joked, earning a slight smile that Dr. Ziegler was trying to hide.

"Alright you can get dressed. You're plenty fit for action, if a bit young."

"Careful, Angel. You might miss me when I go." He joked as he put his shirts on and left the tent.

"Angel?" She asked, but saw he was already gone.

--Several minutes later--

"So how'd it go?" McCree asked.

"I think she likes me." John said with a smile.

"Ha! You're gonna do just fine here!"