Bleak, joyless, forlorn, agonizing, haunting, mundane. Anything along these lines could be used to describe the hell that Lena was living. It was a routinely process every minute, hour, day, maybe week. God knows how much time has passed. Hope is gradually slipping from Lena every moment she remains restrained in this uncomfortable chair, every nightmare she wakes from, every beating she takes when she disobeys her captors.

And Lena thought her youth in London was bad. At least there she had friends who she could laugh and have fun with, regardless of how much trouble she got in. But here there was nothing for her, here in this unknown Talon base she was alone. Normally she could just smile through everything like she did during her past, but there was no one here to smile with.

Her most frequent company was of course Widowmaker who acted as both good cop and bad cop, which always put Lena on edge, paranoid about which side would show. The assassin would smile and stroke Lena's hair seemingly innocent, she'd undo Lena's restraints when She visited so that the Brit may be more comfortable. But the second Lena showed any form of resistance, any look of disdain, there would be either a knife pressed to her neck or a fist in her face. Hell there didn't even need to be a trigger, Widow might threaten Lena's life just because she didn't like the brunette

But after all that, Widow still didn't heed Bradshaw's words. Her normally dull life had some excitement in the form of making Lena's life miserable, which had been a success. These simple yet ruthless acts were not in vain, however. The more broken the person's mind is, the easier the mind alteration sequences would be, which would give the patient's mind over to Talon. Widow used that as an excuse to keep toying with the girl.

Speaking of such actions, Widowmaker entered the room with one of Lena's meals, which she anxiously awaits for every day. The already thin time traveler had become even skinnier than she already was, due to the lack of food and any form of training. So the assassin dropped the tray in front of Lena's feet which merely consisted of a small loaf of bread, an apple, and a bottle of water. Lena began to salivate at the sight and Widow smirked at the desperation

Widow undid the restraints on both Lena's hands and legs and watched as the girl instantly fell forward to the food and savagely began tearing it apart. She watched the food and water quickly dissipate as Lena paid no attention to her captor watching over her. Knowing Lena would be done fairly quickly, Widow stayed in the cell, for she had to retie the rope which held Lena in her chair. It was unnecessary because there was no possible way of Lena escaping If she wasn't restrained, but Talon made it happen anyway simply to pile more misery on top of Lena.

"Alright cherie, you know the rules..." Widow said after there was nothing more Lena could devour. She let Lena stay free for a few moments, feeling her brush burned wrists and stretching her tensed legs before she ordered her.

Lena looked up with a scowl and slowly moved herself back into the chair and let Widowmaker tie the knots tightly on her wrists and ankles. She winced once Widow pulled tightly on both restraints and let out a soft moan of pain

Widow sighed in satisfaction after her work was complete. She then drew her dagger and ran the flat side of it along Lena's cheek. Lena closed her eyes tightly and breathed unsteadily at the feeling of the metal.

"Such a good girl" Widow said in an amused manner as she traced the knife about Lena's soft features

Lena sat in fear, feeling the knife occasionally turn on its side, which would make her tense up even more. Lena had taken beatings here before, there were bruises to prove it, but something about being cut on her face put her on edge and strikes more fear into her than normal.

After the metal had sent enough chills down through her, Lena took a deep breath and opened her eyes, her heart rate slowing down after a sudden realization. Widowmaker noticed this and took her knife away and stared in confusion

"You're not scared anymore? Must I remind you this knife could cut through your skin like butter"

Lena inhaled through her nose as she gained confidence "You're not gonna do anything. Time and time again you pull out your knife like you're gonna do something to me, but you never do. Ya know, I think you're bluffing. I think you have orders not to cut me. You think you're so sly an' what not doncha? Well I figured you out" Lena didn't even notice that by the end of her spiel, she was smirking like she was in control

Widowmaker stood with one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at Lena. She sighed and looked down at her knife "...Why do you do these things to yourself?"

In an instant, Widow dashed over to Lena and aggressively pushed her head back and to the side to reveal the girl's throat. She pressed the knife against the side of her neck and began to make an incision. Immediately, Lena began to shriek and shift as Widowmaker carved her signature "W" onto Lena's skin

The two guards that stood outside Lena's cell looked at each other then looked all around the facility in a fidgety manner, trying desperately to avert their hearing from the horrifying cries of pain.

Blood ran down onto Widow's hand as she continued to cut the prisoner's skin open. "Quit your squirming. You're only making this worse" Widow told Lena while the Brit moved and shook all about trying to free herself as she continued to yell at the top of her lungs, but Widowmaker held Lena's head firmly in place.

Once she was finished, Widow stood up straight and shook some of the blood off of her hand. She wiped the rest onto Lena's face, using her cheek like a towel. Lena sat there trembling as blood slowly poured out of her and onto her white tank top

Widow tilted Lena's head up by her chin and made the Brit look at her. The sniper stared into her now watery eyes which were still staring at the ground. "Never doubt me again. Do you understand me you foolish girl?" Widow didn't expect her to respond, so she began walking to the exit.

"I'll kill you" Lena said softly in her traumatic state.

Widow smirked and turned around to Lena. She then untied her hands, which instantly went to hold her bloodied neck. Widow pulled out a pistol and handed it to Lena. Lena stared at it confused before Widowmaker knelt down in front of her and forced the gun that Lena held onto Widow's own forehead

"Do it then. Kill me" She ordered

The time traveler's finger grazed the trigger as she looked at Widowmaker through her teary eyes. Lena was tensed while Widowmaker held the gun in Lena's hands casually and calmly. After a moment of holding the gun in place, Lena put her hands down and began to cry. She couldn't do it. She couldn't kill her once good friend. Lena knew that Amelie was gone, but what if? What if the innocent woman was still in that killer's body? Lena hated herself for not being able to pull the trigger, it was the perfect chance, but she couldn't.

Widowmaker snatched the pistol from Lena's hands then gave her head am aggressive shove. "Pathetic" Widowmaker said and at that, she completely exited the room and left Lena to be alone with her tears.

X amount of time passed and Lena had not seen Widowmaker. It was soldiers who delivered her food and led her to the bathroom. After a few visits, the soldiers were ordered to remove Lena's restraints and simply leave her be. The captive was immensely grateful for this, though she didn't show it. Now she could lay down and hold the body parts that were injured. It was such a simple action, but it meant the world to Lena that she could have some form of comfort

Lena was sleeping on the floor one night in her cell when she heard the door slide open, instantly waking her up. She rolled over to the other side and saw the armor of Bradshaw standing before her. He lightly kicked her side

"Wake up" Lena rubbed her eyes and her vision became more fine tuned. "You have a special guest that wants to meet you. Come on" He said with a head nod

Lena slowly sat up, and Bradshaw not being too patient of a man, grabbed her by her harness and lifted her up then pushed her out the door and the two began walking shoulder to shoulder with an occasional shove by the soldier to keep Lena moving.

"Who is this guest?" Lena asked as the two walked all about the base. This is the first time Lena saw the base as a whole, and she took all of it in. It was pretty standard in terms of a Talon base, but it seemed different than the others she had been to on missions. For one, it was much larger than the others. It was as big as Gibraltar even. But it also seemed more technologically advanced and organized.

Lena's course never went outside, but the longer she walked, and the more facilities and soldiers she saw, she knew that there was no way she was going to be able to escape this place on her own, then her heart sank at the realization

Bradshaw never answered Lena's question, and he lead her to a door on a long corridor. He opened the door for her and inside, it was a bedroom with a bathroom. Smaller than other quarters she's been in, but it had all the necessities.

"You have a half hour to clean yourself up. You look like shit" He said before leaving the room then closing and locking the door behind him.

Lena was confused, not knowing what was going on. She looked around at the small, enclosed space for a second then went into the bathroom. She gladly turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up. She stripped out of her clothes and looked at herself in the mirror. Her attention was immediately directed to her changed accelerator. The red color on it made her feel uncomfortable and she wanted it off her chest. Then she looked at her face and almost broke down. There was dried blood all over her, her cheek, her lip, her neck. Various parts of her body were bruised, changing the color of her skin. Her hair was a mess, more than usual, and her eyes were red from crying so much.

Somehow she was able to draw herself away from the mirror and into the shower. It had been so long since she felt the warmth of the steaming stream of water. She watched as all the blood fell off her and down the drain. She lost track of time in the rejuvenating shower. This was one luxury she had forgotten about in her time here. After a long time of simply keeping her face in the stream, her eyes opened quickly with a gasp as she remembered Bradshaw had given her a time limit

Lena hastily got out of the shower and dried her body off. She noticed that on the bed laid her flight jacket, new leggings, and new underwear, and another shirt. She didn't know what to think about this. But now was not a time to ask questions. Bradshaw unlocked and entered the room just as Lena was putting on her jacket.

"Come on."

Lena obeyed and followed him through more hallways and stairwells which eventually led to a small courtyard area outside where there was only a few soldiers patrolling, for the moon was still out. From there, the two entered a building on the other side of where they came which was much larger than the rest.

The walk to their destination was an awkward one. There was nothing but the sound of boots and sporty shoes walking in unison. Lena felt more comfortable with Bradshaw than Widowmaker. He had not done anything to her and he allowed her to clean herself. She almost completely forgot that he lead the team that actually captured her. Right now, all Lena was thinking about was where she's going. It was certainly better than doing nothing in a cell, or was it? Maybe where she's going is worse than her cell, if that was even possible.

They both took an elevator up to the top floor which led them through yet another series of hallways eventually ending at a grand door with the Talon insignia ingrained into it. Bradshaw stopped at the door and motioned for Lena to enter, but she hesitated, feeling nervous, scared, and anxious not knowing lies behind the door. Bradshaw didn't have the patience for Lena to work up the courage to enter, so he pushed her shoulder closer to the door causing her to stagger step and eventually enter the room.

Inside, it was a larger room with a bay window on one side of it. There was a long mahogany table set with exquisite food and beverages. There were luxurious plates, napkins, silverware, candles and the like. Chairs were seated all around the table, but only two sets of plates were set. On the far end of the table sat a middle aged man in a sharp suit with his hair slicked back. He sat looking at his phone, and when he heard the door, he immediately set his phone down and looked up with a smile.

"Ahh! There you are. Please, have a seat" He motioned at the opposite end of the table. Lena awkwardly and slowly approached the chair and sat down with her hands on her lap.

"Now what may I call you? Ms. Oxton? Tracer? Lena?" He smiled brightly at her as she remained silent. It wasn't a comforting smile. It was a sleazy one you shouldn't trust, like a car salesman, a politician, or a high ranking official in an elite terrorist group hell bent on making the world kneel before them.

"Oh you have nothing to worry about. Look" He gestured towards the delicious looking food on Lena's plate. "I provided you with this. Please, dig in, enjoy yourself"

Lena certainly was hungry and she began to salivate looking at the meal. So, she picked up a fork and knife slowly and the man smiled and nodded as she did so, then Lena continued to cut the food and "dig in" as she was told to do

"It is so nice to finally meet you. I must say, you are even more adorable in person"

Lena glared at him. Had she not been literally starving, she never would have begun eating. "Who are you?" she asked through narrowed eyes

"Mmmm!" The man who recently took a bite quickly swallowed. "My apologies. I'm a...messenger of sorts. I have superiors who do all the shot calling and I, along with a few others, pass the message along, to put it simply. Of course there are much more complications. Does that make sense? As for my name, well, that's unimportant"

"So wot message do you have to 'pass along' now?"

He chuckled "Why must you rush things along, Ms. Oxton? How is your steak?" She remained silent. "You know, I'm not one for formalities. I think this would be much more pleasant if we could just talk. I like you, I like your spunk, and I like the whole pilot thing you have going on with your uniform. It'd be a shame if we couldn't get along"

"Don't act like you're not some leader in a terrorist organization! Now what do you want from me" Lena snapped

"Whoa whoa whoa. Easy" He held his hands up in defense and started to laugh. "We're all just trying to have a good time. Now, Lena, you're not married, correct?" Lena hesitated then ever so slightly nodded. "But you are in a relationship?" She remained still and then looked down to take another bite.

"No matter, I already know the answer. See here's the thing..." the man moved in his chair to get more comfortable and he inhaled through his nose "Your partner, (your name) is his name, yes? He has been a thorn in Talon's side as of late. I-"

"Wait! Wot do you mean" Lena got excited at the mention of your name

He smiled "Now I have your attention, hmm? Well he's been...looking for you, all while creating problems for us-"

"Haha! I knew it! I knew he'd come for me! You're in trouble now, ya bloke" Lena exclaimed as she sat up in her chair.

The man motioned for her to calm down and take her seat, so she did with a smile. He sucked his teeth and remained calm, knowing that she would become energetic with this topic "Well, Lena, I'm not 'in trouble' because you're going to do something for me. You're going to call (your name) and you will tell him that he will stop attacking our bases or else very bad things will happen to you. Ok?" He ended with that untrustworthy grin of his. He pulled out his phone and slid it over to Lena.

Her smile faded and her heart sank. She was trying to think if the man was threatening her. She became worried and stared at the phone before her, not exactly sure what she should do. The man gestured to the phone.

Lena exhaled nervously "What happens if I don't"

"I told you..." He said with food in his mouth then he swallowed it "very bad things will happen to you"

"Whatever happened to us getting along"

"Of course I want us to get along, Lena. Like I said, I think you're a character to say the least. But...I get what I want, and if that results in our friendship being put on hiatus, then so be it. Now go on...call (your name)"

As if on cue, a figure that stood in a darker corner of the the room took a few steps closer into the light, only revealing his white barn owl mask, the rest of him still clad in black. Lena gasped and averted her gaze from Reaper's then looked at the phone. Lena may appear to not be afraid of Reaper in combat, constantly laughing and taunting him, but when she is alone like now, she is deathly afraid of the menacing figure, and she knew that the man was threatening her with Reaper.

So, Lena reached over the table and picked up the phone slowly. She dialed the first few digits of your number then looked up. The man was smiling whilst chewing and he nodded.

"If you could add some tears or something like that for the effect, that'd be perfect"

"I'm not your puppet!"

"Actually, you kind of are...because if you don't-"

"Then 'very bad things will happen to me' Yeah yeah I got it" Lena bit her lip then finished dialing your number then she put the phone up to her ear

"Ahh ahh, speaker phone" The man told her.

Lena obeyed and laid the phone on the table. The three of you in the room listened as the phone rang. Mere seconds felt like hours for the Brit as her heart began to pound fast. Then the ringing stopped

"Hello?"

Lena wanted to cry from just hearing your voice, but she remained strong. The man held his chin with both of his hands and kept his elbows on the table as he stared at her.

"(Your name)..."

"Lena?!" your tone changed from relaxed to tensed "Oh my gosh, Lena are you ok? Where are you?" You asked frantically

"(Your name), luv, I need you to do something for me" She said nervously

"Yes, anything"

"I need you to..." Lena looked up at the man and over to Reaper

"To what? What do you need, Lena?"

"I need you to...keep doing what you're doing (Your name)! Keep searching for me! Please help me (your name)! I-" She spoke quickly, wanting to get whatever she needed to say out to you, knowing the consequences, for both Reaper and the man reacted when they noticed Lena was not listening to them. Reaper quickly teleported across the table and covered Lena's mouth and pulled her into a headlock. The man lunged over the table and grabbed the phone

"Lena? Lena!-" You managed to yell before the man hung up the phone

"You should not have done that" For the first time that night, he sounded genuinely threatening "Get her out of here!" He ordered Reaper who still had Lena grappled. He pulled her towards the door as she clawed at his forearms. Her cries were muffled by Reapers hand. The door shut behind him as he took her away

The man sighed in frustration as he sat back down. "A waste of my goddamn time coming here" He cut a piece of steak off the bone and took a bite "Mmmm! Nevermind"

You heard Lena being attacked or taken away or something like that before the phone hang up. You cursed loudly and kicked the dashboard of the Overwatch drop ship, en route to China. You paced around and rubbed your brow, then an idea struck you.

"Athena, can you triangulate the coordinates of that phone call?"

"Of course sir, the coordinates are-"

Right before Athena was about to display the exact location of that phone, the monitors went black, and a soft edged, simple skull flashed on the screens before they returned to their normal state. Your heart skipped a beat and you feared that you knew exactly what happened

"Athena, the coordinates. What are they?"

"Coordinates of Lijang Tower are-"

"No, the phone call. Those coordinates"

"I have no recollection of any phone call. I am sorry"

You swore again and took a seat with a huff of frustration. She was so close, she was right there. Her voice sounded so frail and scared. And then the sound of her rant being cut short. That made you panic. It was obvious she had disobeyed her captors one way or another. The way she paused between sentences made it clear that she was debating on whether or not to say what she had been told to say.

The one good thing that came out of that call is you know that Lena is alive and conscious. She still knows who you are and she can still resist Talon. That means you aren't too late, not yet. But it'd be best to find her location asap, not just because you needed her, but the end of the phone call suggested that she was going to be punished

You shuddered and picked up your silenced pistol that was laying on the dashboard. You still had a mission to carry out, it's not like you can do anything else. In hindsight, you should not have gone alone to Lijang Tower considering how well guarded and decorative the hidden base was. But your nightmare urged you to do something about the matter at hand. Ideally, you'd be back before anyone even noticed, more specifically before Angela noticed. The motherly figure would be less than ok with you carrying out a mission on your own, regardless of the outcome

"Now arriving at Lijang Tower"

The ship descended to the edge of a cliff like building. It wasn't the tower itself, but it was very close to it. In order to keep this an espionage mission, you couldn't take the risk of the ship being seen by the enemy.

You exited the ship and Athena took it to a location where it wouldn't be seen even by civilians. You traveled lightly, only carrying your pistol and knife. You walked through the market like streets of the city. You looked at all the bright lights and propaganda. You looked to the waves that crashed up against the foundation and how the moonlight shined just so on the crest of each wave. The hustle and bustle of each man, woman, and omnic trying to make a living was evident even late at night like this. Few people passed you, and those who did gave you strange looks, for you did seemed a little sketchy in your covert operation attire.

You looked skyward to the towering building that put all the others to shame. Somewhere in there, there was a guarded control center, you knew that, but finding it would be the problem. Logically, you should check the top floor first and work your way down because there's no way an important facility like that control center would be on one of the lower floors. Alternatively, you could interrogate one of the 'workers', but you can't trust that they wouldn't squeal for help when they spoke.

You approached the entrance and saw two armed men guarding the entrance. You noticed that these men were white as opposed to Chinese. In a time like this, it's not surprising that each country has its fair share of variety among their people, but it's illogical non-natives would be working at a high class building like Lijang Tower. This meant that the owner(s) of the skyscraper was either 'renting' areas to Talon, or he/she is being blackmailed, most likely the latter.

You approached the entrance casually, and one guard speed walked over to you. He pointed away from the tower, back towards the night market

"Hey you can't be here. Please lea-"

As he ordered you, you swiftly grabbed his arm and twisted it then snapped it in a direction it shouldn't bend. Before the other guard could react, you drew your pistol and shot him in the head whilst still grappling the other guard. You spun your pistol around and bashed the other guard's head, knocking him unconscious. You wiped some blood off the suppressed pistol and holstered it.

You quickly moved both bodies to a nearby alley and returned to the entrance. It was both risky and sloppy for you to enter with blunt force as opposed to a more stealthy approach, but because it was the middle of the night, there wasn't much traffic in and out of the tower. That combined with the fact that guards who 'watched' cameras were typically lackadaisical due to there never being anyone who intrudes the tower.

Regardless of how and why you entered the tower, you casually made your way through the corridors. You tried your best to hide the Overwatch patch on your shoulder as you passed through the few civilians still residing there. Eventually you found an elevator and made sure no one was around as you entered and travelled to the top floor.

The elevator dinged as you reached your destination. A soldier who had his back towards the door was startled and quickly turned around. You were equally alerted, but were also quicker, so you easily took him out with some swift maneuvers.

You took a breather and looked around at your surroundings. It was quite beautiful. There was a spire in the middle of the open floor and few small buildings scattered around. It had a zen garden like feel with its few areas with pebbles and boulders in the middle. Had you not been here to murder Talon and seek answers, you could enjoy it here with the scenery and view of the rest of the city.

You slowly walked about the top floor, cautious to not make a sound. You only heard the light wind from your high altitude as well as the quiet voices of the soldiers who patrolled. You looked to the edge of the building. That was a long fall to say the least.

You saw a door/wall like structure that led closer to the spire. You assumed enemies were right by the opening, so you jumped over the wall and landed softly as to not make any noise. Sure enough, there were two guards on either side, but they didn't notice you. You took a couple seconds to line up the perfect shot and kill both with one bullet.

You walked over a bridge and just as you were about to turn the corner, two guards came walking your way, so your first instinct was to hop off the edge and hang onto it as they walked by and hope they don't notice your fingers.

It worked as they kept patrolling, talking about mundane things. You couldn't let them see the bodies, so you quickly pulled yourself up and rushed over to them. You drew your knife and slit one's throat with one hand and snapped the other's neck with your other hand. Slowly but surely you were taking all of the Talon soldiers out.

You walked closer to the spire in the middle and saw a soldier with his back against the circular wall and one more walking in an all white facility right passed it. You picked up a small rock and threw it passed the first soldier. Both of them looked at the origin of the sound like something out of a video game. As they were both conversing about the rock, you walked behind one and put him in a headlock and shot the other

"The control center, where is it?" You said as you put the pistol to his head

"Uhh uhh one floor down!" He told you frantically

"Hey!" Another soldier behind you shouted with his gun readied

Right as a he shot a few bullets, you spun your whole body around, using the other guard as a human shield. Once the soldier realized he just killed one of his own, he stopped shooting, allowing you to line up a good shot.

You dropped the soldier that you had grappled and began sprinting to the elevator. Now that shots had been fired, certainly the rest of the tower is alerted. So you had to retrieve what you came here for. You pressed the button on the elevator multiple times, thinking that would speed up the process.

Once the elevator doors slid open, there were three armed guards coming to inspect the gun shots. You gasped and punched one hard then ducked below the butt of a rifle then kicked one soldier into another. You continued to fight the three in the small enclosed space. You pushed the button to close the doors and go one floor down, for you heard more troops shouting and running to your location. Even though the Talon warriors aren't too proficient in hand to hand combat, three of them were enough to give you trouble, even drawing blood on your lip.

But regardless, you finished the last of the three off by smashing his head into the small panel in the elevator once you got to the floor, causing it to spark and ideally become dysfunctional. You ran up a set of small steps and entered an all white room that led to a set of computers further down the path.

As soon as hope entered your body, a loud alarm went off and you heard footsteps of what seemed like hundreds of soldiers all about. You ran to the computers and tried to figure out how to work the machine. You closed out applications, searched for any files, documents, etc all while making darting glances behind you. You searched for anything related to 'Lena Oxton', 'Tracer', 'Widowmaker', 'Brain Wash', something. Hundreds upon hundreds of files popped up, each organized into hundreds upon hundreds of folders. This threw you off, for you didn't know what to click on first.

You plugged in a device that will download all desired files, but right as you did so, a bullet flew by your head and shattered the monitor. You looked behind you and saw swarms of Talon soldiers coming from all different directions. You quickly climbed up a small ledge that led to an outside balcony as they continued to fire. You took cover behind a pillar while they continued to suppress you.

You rapidly peaked and tried to take out any of them with your small pistol, but you didn't have enough time to line up your shots. They began advancing, and you weighed your options. Suddenly, all the bullets that kept hitting the pillar in front of you stopped. You slowly looked around the corner and saw them firing at a different point, almost opposite of you, only now, they began falling, fast. They yelled to each other to keep firing at the other target, allowing you to peek out and hit your shots

They dropped like flies in the crossfire. You didn't know who or what was aiding you, but you were grateful. Once all appeared to be dead, you jumped down from your ledge and cautiously walked toward the corner the soldiers were shooting at. As you were about to look around the corner, a bullet whizzed past your face right into the head of a soldier that was behind you.

You turned around and looked at the body fall to the ground, then turned back as your mystery savior walked approached you. Your heart skipped a beat then your eyes narrowed at the figure before you

"What are you doing here?"

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