"I-I swear! I don't know where she is!"

"I don't like that answer"

The badly injured Talon soldier tried desperately to crawl away from danger, from you. Blood made a trail as the wounded man backed up inch by inch. Of course it was no use, for you simply took steps closer, a loaded pistol in hand.

Fear surged through the last remaining Talon trooper that once occupied this outpost. The base was surrounded by deep woodlands filled with tall trees and dark green shrubbery. Had you not known exactly where the base was, those that served there would never have been touched or even noticed. Unfortunately for them, you targeted this base in a desperate attempt for answers.

The fight was easy. The soldiers never would have expected a fight. They carried rifles simply to carry rifles, nothing more. No mercy was shown for the inexperienced. Any who dared attempted to surrender received a bullet to the head. They didn't stand a chance against you. Was it rage that fueled you? Or desperation? It did not matter, so long as you can get any lead you could care less about what drove you down a darker path.

Now here you were face to face with a Talon soldier with a bullet wound in his side and leg. He only had one option and that was to have a conversation with you. He could back up all he wanted, but he had no mobility.

The soldier held his hands in front of him in defense as you loaded your sidearm with a fresh magazine "Look man, I'm sorry about the girl, but I don't know anything! I've told you everything I know, I swear"

"So what you're saying is, you are of no use to me anymore"

"No no no no no n-" Was all that could escape the soldier's mouth before a bullet entered his skull

You holstered your weapon and sighed and rubbed your face. You turned and punched one of the walls of the base with a cry of anger. You exited the facility and regrouped with Mccree and Zarya who both stood right outside of the base, waiting for you to finish

Mccree's hat was tilted down over his eyes while he smoked a cigar, leaned up against one of the many trees. Zarya stood patiently waiting with her arms crossed. There was a reason that these were the only two agents you had brought along with you.

Both of them knew what had to be done in order to extract information. Drastic measures had to be taken if anyone had hoped to ever see Lena Oxton in one piece again. The rest of the team was too kind hearted, too soft to do what you three are doing. That's not necessarily a bad thing considering Overwatch was founded to make peace, but you didn't need peace right now. Lena was the only thing that mattered to you. You probably didn't even need back up considering how energized and effective you were in these hard times, but better be safe than sorry.

Mccree was a part of Blackwatch back in the glory days of Overwatch. The ruthless and deadly branch of fierce warriors that did the gritty dirty work that often times had to be done in order to maintain peace whilst satisfying the public. The branch was primarily covert in their operations so that the people would never know what they had to do and Overwatch could maintain its glory. Gabriel Reyes and his band of elite soldiers stopped at nothing to complete their mission, making Mccree perfect for you right now.

To put it simply, you asked Zarya to join you because she is Russian. Russia is a brutal place where those that live there have been through hell frozen over. Any hesitation is seen as a sign of weakness. Not to mention practically everyone that lives there is combating the omnics. Being aggressive and not taking no for an answer is in Zarya's blood and that indestructible bubble on her cannon is a valuable tool.

You regrouped with them outside of the base. There was silence except for the wind blowing the trees' branches against one another and the crunching sound of leaves and sticks beneath your foot. The gunfire from the fight had scared all the birds away within the vast forest of the empty region in Canada.

You walked to them and looked to the sky with a long sigh. "How many have to die before I get an answer?"

Mccree tilted his hat up and leaned off the tree, indicating he was acknowledging you. "Don't worry about it. This is the fifth base we've raided in the last couple days. We're taking out Talon little by little at this rate" He said with confidence

"I don't care about that right now. I don't care about this war. I don't care about the omnics. I don't care about Vishkar. All I want is to find Lena. It's been days and not one soldier, engineer, or scientist knows anything!..."

Mccree put a hand on your shoulder and smiled. "We'll find her"

You looked to him then looked to the ground "What if...what if it's too late"

He took his hand off you and gave you a glare of disapproval "Well then I guess she's dead, brainwashed, or just gone forever.

Both you and Zarya jolted your heads to look at him. "Jesse!" Zarya yelled at him

He chuckled "Hey, his words not mine. With that mentality, she's as good as dead" Suddenly you and her realized what Jesse was doing.

"You're right, Mccree. But is this even the right approach, we're not getting anywhere" You said

"Ya gotta start somewhere. We'll find her"

"...I just hope she's okay"

Lena's eyes gradually opened. She blinked a few times to focus her vision. Upon realizing her consciousness, her eyes fully opened and she lifted her up quickly. She scanned the area, panting heavily while doing so.

It was a wide open and fairly large room. It was all white with dim lighting. On one side, there was a mirror that spanned the entire wall, Lena assumed it was a one way mirror and she was being watched. On the opposite wall, she saw a door with a padlock next to it. There were cameras in all 4 top corners. Lena sat in a metallic chair, the only object in the room. Her hands were tied behind her back tightly and her legs tied to the legs of the chair in a similar manner.

Upon realizing this, Lena began to shake and stir vigorously in a dire attempt to escape. But it seemed she was only hurting herself, for she felt that she was giving herself brush burns. She stopped struggling with a huff. Her hair fell into her eyes and she blew it away.

Lena recalled the events that happened in the Temple of Anubis and shuddered. She nearly gave herself an anxiety attack when thinking about you and how you two were separated and how she remembered seeing you lose in a fight from the window of the Talon ship. Lena remembered how rude she was to you that mission and she scolded herself. She began to worry, which caused her to struggle in her restraints again.

Aboard the Talon ship, she remembered being squished together by two soldiers who held her at gunpoint. She remembered that they were getting a little too frisky with Lena, touching her hair, putting an arm around her, etc simply to taunt her. After having enough, Lena headbutt one, stood up quickly and kicked the other. She ran with her arms behind her back right into Bradshaw who restrained then threw her on the ground of the ship.

He scolded his soldiers and kept an eye on her for the rest of the flight. Lena continuously talked the whole time. She berated Bradshaw, picked fights with him, called out to you, and ordered to be let go. There was not a moment of silence on the ship. After being annoyed to the fullest extent because of the young woman, the leader of the soldiers grabbed Lena and tased her. Then she woke up here, unaware of how much time had passed

It wasn't like Lena to just give up because she was in a sticky situation, however there were few things, if any that she could in this case. So, she just sat in her uncomfortable chair and waited. Waited for anything to happen. Surely there was someone who was watching her. After a while, her mind began to drift off

Various emotions flowed through the Brit as she delved deeper into her thought. She regretted not being better in battle at the Temple as well as her decision to storm off to fight without the rest of her team. She felt guilty for being on bad terms with you when you were separated. Anger towards Talon for just existing and doing the despicable things they do. Throughout all these emotions, one was prominent in her thoughts: fear. She feared what was to come in this glorified cell of hers. She feared Widowmaker, Reaper, and the rest of Talon. She feared the unknown.

Lena let out a small, anxious gasp as she heard the swoosh of the door slide open. In came none other than Widowmaker. Her same smug smirk she usually has when encountering Lena. Lena quickly put on a mask to hide her true emotions, the ones of fear. She had to act tough, for that was all she had.

Widow stood right in front of Lena's chair, one hand on her hip. "Look at you, cherie. Caught in the spider's web"

"Oh ha ha, real original. Now untie me!"

"Ooo feisty. Okay, as you wish"

Lena looked at her in confusion as she drew her knife and cut the ropes that tied Lena down. The Brit rubbed her wrists and looked up at Widow.

"Now what? Are you going to open the locked door and go fight an army of Talon soldiers? Or are you planning on fighting me unarmed?" Widow said, almost like she was daring Lena to make a move

She shook her head "...I...I don't..."

"No, you don't know. So let me tell you what you will do." In a quick motion, Widow pressed the knife against Lena's throat and held her accelerator tightly in place. Lena looked at the knife in utter fear. Droplets of sweat formed on her forehead "You will listen and obey everything me or the rest of Talon tells you to do. You will not fight back or there will be severe consequences. Do you understand me, girl?"

Lena gulped and nodded slowly. Widow pulled the knife away from her neck and smirked. "Good"

The assassin began to walk toward the door. "What do you want from me" Lena said softly

Widowmaker turned around with a smile and walked back over to Lena. "Well for starters, get you to shut up once in awhile. I find your confidence rather annoying, hopefully we can do something about that. But more importantly, you are an excellent fighter, there is no doubt" She began to pace back and forth, looking at her fingernails. "So, Talon simply wishes to utilize you in the near future"

Lena looked at her confused, almost seemingly insulted. "And what makes you think I'll help you? Talon is just a bunch of no good, stupid, wankahs. I'll never work for you"

Widow chuckled "Mon cherie, I don't think you really have a choice. Either you listen to me, or we'll have to use more...aggressive measures to get you to abide"

Lena tensed up. She sensed that the sniper's 'aggressive measures' meant torture. Something she winced at the thought of. Her heart beat began to skyrocket

"Just think about it, Tracer. You, standing over top of that boy, what was his name? (Your name). Nothing that he could do. His death coming from your own hands. He never would have expected you to end his miserable and insignificant life"

Lena began to breath heavily. Once she got the image of herself standing on your bloodied and lifeless body, she couldn't get it to leave her head. What is she was tortured and brainwashed into carrying out such a task? Lena began to sweat more and more as she thought about it

"N-no. No, I would never do that. I wouldn't and you can't make me!"

"Of course, that's an ideal situation. If you don't comply, I'd just have to kill him myself. It would be easy, like breaking a toothpick. And you could watch it all unfold, every incision I make on his body, every drop of blood, all of it. And you could hear all of his cries of pain and not be able to do anything about it"

Lena started to hyperventilate. Widowmaker spoke in a way that just taunted the brunette. Her inflections, her pauses in her speech caused Lena's heart rate to climb and push her on the verge of crying just by thinking about you. Her eyes began to glisten as she breathed heavily, fear consumed the poor woman, just as Widowmaker had intended

Widow smirked and pressed her knife back up against Lena's neck casually. "Don't cry" She ordered

Lena looked up "Wh-What?"

"You heard me, do not cry"

Lena tried with all her might to keep the tears back, for fear that that blade will cut open her flesh if she doesn't. But this trepidation that consumed Lena was too much. After one tear dripped down her cheek, more and more came because she knew she had disobeyed Widowmaker and the consequences frightened her greatly.

Before Lena knew it, she received a powerful backhand to her face that knocked her out of her chair, causing her to squeal. As Lena was on her hands and knees recovering, Widow kicked her in the jaw with her heeled boot.

"Crying is a form of weakness, cherie"

She quickly picked Lena up and held her in a headlock. The point of the knife was pressed against her cheek. Lena squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she felt the knife penetrate her skin. Widowmaker made an ever so small incision, more so just a poke, for the 'cut' only yielded a single drop of blood. Widow took her knife away and pushed Lena onto the ground aggressively.

"But we shall work on that" She said before walking back to the door of the cell like room

Lena watched the tall woman walk away as she was on her hands and knees. She sniffled then wiped the water from her eyes. She felt the small stream of blood flow down her cheek and drip off onto the tiled floor. She damned her once good friend and mentally pleaded for you to come save her.

"Subdue her" Widow said as she exited the room and entered two scientists and one soldier. The scientists had syringes in their hands and the soldier, a taser

Lena saw them enter and immediately stood up and backed against the wall. As they cornered her, she began to blink around the room, avoiding them at all costs. It was like someone trying to pick up a fenced in chicken. It was pathetic, really. Every Time Lena appeared to be caught, she'd just blink around them. Occasionally she delivered a blow to then as she blinked around.

Widowmaker watched from the one-way glass, an assumption Lena had been correct about. The assassin scoffed and facepalmed "I swear, I'm working with idiots" she said to herself

"You're telling me"

Widow jumped at hearing the sudden voice. She turned around, grasping her chest to steady her breathing. Behind, she saw the dark mist coalesce into Reaper. He looked and sounded as menacing as ever.

"Mon dieu! Don't do that"

Reaper merely growled and walked to the glass that held Lena. He watched as the scientists and soldier struggled to detain her. Widow looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction to the capture of the most slippery Overwatch agent out there.

"That hacker friend of yours did a good job. A fake mission report directed only to her" she motioned to the woman behind the glass "Genius"

Reaper turned his head slowly to her then back to the glass. "Sombra is a force to be reckoned with"

"Hmmm Clearly. Send her my regards when you get the chance"

The two watched in silence for a minute or so. It was like watching a slapstick comedy, but neither of them were amused "Why is she alive? If you could capture her, you could have killed her" Reaper said. His end goal, of course, being to eliminate all Overwatch agents

Widow grunted "You are so narrow minded. If we have the chance to turn one of the enemy's best soldiers against them, then why wouldn't we?"

"Because we'd be wasting time. It would never work, she is too strong willed, that much I remember about her"

She smirked "You must have a bad memory. Her mind is broken, I've seen it with my own eyes. She's prone to mental breakdowns, anxiety attacks, fits of rage. She's haunted by her past. Her mind can easily be ours"

Reaper remained silent and Widowmaker took that as a cue to continue "Just think about how easily it would be to end Overwatch with her on our side"

Reaper quickly turned to her and pointed a finger "Overwatch will fall by my hands and mine only. I don't need that girl's help" his voice rose.

Widow felt threatened by the much taller man, but she still managed to roll her amber eyes at him and move his finger away from her face. "Don't be so naive, Reaper. You have never gone into a fight alone, why start now? And besides, after we are finished with Overwatch, the girl can be all yours"

Reaper said nothing as he silently agreed to Widow's proposition, and she knew what his silence meant. "You know the boy will come looking for her" He said beside the point

"Let him" She walked around the stationary Reaper "He won't get far, and if he does...he'll share the same fate as her"

Her high heels clicked repeatedly as she walked down the corridor that led away from Lena's cell. She stopped "Oh and Reaper" He turned his head 90 degrees "Please take care of that, it's hard to watch" She motioned to Lena's cell before she continued her walk.

Reaper growled as he acknowledged the fact that these grunts will never restrain Lena. His bottom half turned to mist as he glided over to the door. Lena blinked away from the trio once more only to back up right into Reaper's chest. She turned around and yelped when she noticed the tall, frightening mercenary before her. She tried to run away from him, but Reaper quickly grabbed her by the throat and lifted her in the air. She grasped his forearm and shook her dangling legs back and forth as she gasped for air.

Reaper then slammed her to the ground on her back. The choke slam knocked the wind out of Lena and she breathed heavily, trying to get any air she could, which wasn't much. After a while of struggling, Reaper gave her a punch that was quick yet powerful to her face that instantly knocked her unconscious.

Reaper stood up and glared at the men before him. Even behind the mask, he shot daggers into them and they shuddered. He walked back out of the door and aggressively shoulder bumped the soldier that was in his way, causing him to stumble. The three Talon members looked at each other, breathing heavily, some with marks with blood on their faces from the fierce woman. They shrugged and two of them picked up Lena and carried her out the cell.

Sweat dripped down your temples and you were breathing heavily. The room was empty and the only sound coming from it was the clinking of metal. You did not focus on that sound, but rather your own thoughts that continued to haunt you by thinking about a certain someone in peril. Is this what she feels like all the time? Constantly having these regretful images flood your brain. If so, Lena was much better at dealing with it than you could ever hope to do. With all the uncertainty in your life as of now, one thing was for sure: you weren't thinking clearly

You dropped your set of weights and wiped your brow. You recently returned from your mission with Zarya and Mccree. Because you couldn't stay stationary for more than a minute, you decided to redirect your energy into something more productive. Since you didn't have the mental capacity to plan another attack, you came to the small training room at the Ecopoint. You had to get better, faster, stronger if you had any hopes of ever combating Talon to get to Lena.

You heard the sound of high heels coming to your location. High heels, of course, could only be one person in Overwatch. Angela entered the gym looking rather unpleased, angry even. She walked over to you and you stood up off the bench that you were sitting on.

She crossed her arms "We need to talk" She said in a tone that matched her expression

You took a moment to fully regain your breath "I'm busy"

"I don't care. We need to talk" she repeated

You rubbed your forehead "Angela, I-"

"No. This cannot wait"

You sighed "Fine. What is it"

"I know what you've been doing" She said in an accusing manner

"Going on missions? Is that not what I'm supposed to do?"

"You've been going on missions and then slaughtering anyone who stands in your way. Even those that surrender. (Your name), that's not you!"

"You forget who we're dealing with Angela. This is Talon, they don't deserve mercy"

"That doesn't change the fact that you you've been extracting information then executing then. Overwatch was founded to establish peace, not create conflict"

You looked away from the woman for a second, getting slightly agitated. "Where are you getting this information"

"Athena told me everything. (Your name) how can we ever hope to rid the world of terrorism if you are committing the same acts as them!"

Your eyes narrowed at her "...Are you calling me a terrorist?"

"All I'm saying is that you're going down a dark path that the rest of us cannot follow"

"Ok Angela, let me ask you this: How would you go about finding any lead on Lena's whereabouts? Hmm? Talon has to know what they have done. They have to give us information. If there are casualties, then so be it"

She gave you a stunned look "If? There is no if. You're not even giving them a chance to live! These are real people, half of them aren't even soldiers! You're not fighting Talon, (your name), you're massacring them"

"There is no other way."

"Yes, there is!"

"I'm the only one that's doing anything to try to find her. I have the right to do it however I see fit"

"Look, (Your name), I want Lena back just as much as you. You have no idea how much she means to me. I didn't get any sleep last night or the night before. You are not the only one that cares for her. But this isn't the way. Lena wouldn't want this mindless killing to be in her name"

You turned away from her and took a deep breath in order to calm yourself. "We are dealing with the same people that turned someone as innocent as Amelie Lacroix into a cold blooded assassin. Now, I don't know what Amelie was like before, but can you imagine Lena's cheerful and energetic nature being stripped of her through torture? That is something I never want to live and I wish I can get it out of my head."

Angela remained silent. "That...'alteration', it's irreversible, Angela. Meaning that if they do those things to Lena...she's gone. That's something I will not let happen and nothing will stand in my way from making sure it doesn't happen. Time is of the essence and we can't wait for leads to come to us. Talon must know what they have done. We must strike fear into them. Now I don't care if you participate, but you will not stop me"

You and Angela looked at each other in silence for a few moments. After seeing that Angela was at a loss for words, you walked past her and exited the training room without saying anything. She watched you leave and after hearing the door close behind you, she sat down on a bench with a sigh.

Angela didn't know what to say, think, or feel. She hated the fact that you made good points because her whole life she chose to avoid conflict, for she felt that it was the best way. Even in the golden ages of Overwatch, she hated that peace had to come after the violence. And now that you feel violence is the answer and she can't do anything to convince you otherwise, she felt stressed to put it simply.

Angela doesn't know if she should be aggravated with you for being so stubborn, or feel worried that your mind seems slightly corrupted, or even if she should fear you. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. Her head was beginning to hurt badly and she doesn't know what to do with you, the others, or herself. She wished that Lena was here with you all so that things can seem clearer with the removal of stress and tension. But that was just a wish.

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