—Medical Bay, Watchpoint Gibraltar, 7:57a.m—

Pérdido held his ground, holding the spear off to the side. With a swift kick, he sent Triton onto his back a few feet away. He then held the spear in front of him, to examine the unique weapon. He pressed several different buttons, watching as the spear head transformed into different weapons.

Triton shook his head and sat up, the weight of his armor had created a small crater in the tiles and concrete. He stood completely and growled at his target, although sporting a wicked grin underneath. "I have to say, your father would be most proud right now," Marco resurfaced for a moment, a tight knot gripping his heart. "-you've become exactly what he predicted, a demon, his demon, and you will fight for him. Wether you like it or not." Triton got into a fighting stance true to the un-armed combat style of the Spartans.

The Overwatch agents had managed to get the Talon soldiers in restraints and pull Angela back to a safe distance. Most were outside the room trying to form a plan. Amélie had been in a medically induced sleep, but her gurney had been pulled to the far side of the room, away and unaware of the chaos that besieged the very room in which she lie.

Triton wasted no time in his attack, leaping forward with remarkable speed and sending, fast, devastating punches to Pérdido's mid-section. He landed several blows before Pérdido caught on and sent blocks with Triton's spear quick enough to meet the punches. The punches turned into combos with kicks that began traveling left to right, up and down, making it far more difficult to block with one item.

Pérdido ducked under a particularly powerful punch, and used his new window to rake up with the spear, and pushing it into Triton's chest, effectively giving them some distance. Pérdido held his spear as a tribal would, but not before activating his plasma tipped blade. He rushed forward sending a volley of stabs in Triton's direction, each swiftly and with grace, were dodged by the veteran warrior, ducking, rolling, and spinning.

On the seventh stabbing thrust, a window presented itself for Triton to use Pérdido's momentum against him, yanking the spear from his grasp. He spun around, spear now in hand and attempted a similar stabbing motion towards the now weaponless tribal. He leapt backwards as the spear sailed through the place his body once was.

Triton took the time to twirl his spear lightly before letting it rest into another Spartan styled combat stance, this time, with a spear. He jerked his arm and deployed his shield, taking form, he carefully watched Pérdido's movements. The wastelander walked in short semi-circles, like a predator would, boxing in its prey.

Triton activated his spear, causing arcs of plasma to strike out from the spear head. He pushed forward slowly, aiming his spear, before letting out a torrent of electricity at him. The shock had him throw up his arms, in a vain attempt to slow down the lightning bombarding him.

He squinted his eyes shut, and felt energy coursing through him. The arcs of searing pain vanished, as if he were under the golden healing rays of Angela's staff. He thought of her in that moment, so smart, compassionate, beautiful, talented. He could go on and on about her if not for one thing…

He was being electrocuted, the love of his life was on the floor with a hole in her shoulder. As far as he was concerned, it doesn't matter if one of those Talon goons shot her, or Triton did himself. He was going to erase them from their plane of existence. He would hunt down every last one of them if need be, just to make sure that his eyes, now a solid black color as he opened them, would be the last thing they ever saw.

Triton noticed his eyes and upped the voltage, trying to keep the beast subdued. He could only watch on in slight panic as he fought off the shock his spear produced. He grunted, standing to his full height. He stared straight through the helmet, as if it weren't even upon his head, the arcs slowly dying as he realized it would do nothing to stop him.

"I will be the last thing you ever see, in your best of days, or in your worst, you will remember me as the man that destroyed you in every way. I will kill you one day, maybe not today, but one day, your heart will be pulled from your chest, by me." He growled out slowly.

Triton stood in awe of the creature Phillips had managed to create inadvertently. He felt little fear, but much respect for the beast before him. "You are truly a remarkable creature, it makes me wonder if your father actually knows what he created."

Pérdido only grimaced. "Tell my father," Spitting the title with as much venom as possible. "-that if he even the slightest bit of balls, he'd face me for all bullshit he's caused me. For leaving mom and I, for everything this prick is accused of doing. Tampering with his own child's DNA, that sick fuck." Pérdido growled deeply, looking away in disgust, before looking back into Triton's soul.

"Now, hold your ground like a warrior, or die like a dog." Triton said nothing, and did nothing for a moment, before discreetly pulling a stun/smoke grenade from his belt, his shield covering this action. "I'll tell your father your message, boy. Do not think this is over, you and I shall meet again, and when we do, our battle will fall into the history books." Before a move could be made, Triton threw the grenade, causing a bright flash and deafening bang, before smoke bellowed out, making the room hazy.

He tried to listen to the sound of his armored feet hitting the ground, but a true warrior is prized on both combat, and stealth. No one noticed until the smoke had cleared that the only Talon troops that remained were the ones that surrendered. He had somehow slipped past all of them.

—Detention Block, Watchpoint Gibraltar, 7:34a.m—

Sombra waited patiently for someone to come explain what the ever-loving hell was going on out there. She heard gunfire on multiple occasions, and even felt the entire facility rumble a few times. Sombra was not normally patient, but she had a feeling about who was attacking the facility, and her suspicions were confirmed as she heard a shotgun ring out near the entrance to the detention block.

*DOOSH* *CLANG*

The large, metal door to the block flew past her holding cell, clattering to a halt down the hall. Sombra smirked as black mist poured into the room, pooling in front of her cell.

"Took you long enough Gabe. I've been in here way too long with out my tech." She heard a chuckle from the mist as if slowly took form of her long time friend and confidant. The man with the skull mask raised a shotgun from his cloak and fired another round, blowing a hole through the locking mechanism.

He stepped into the cell and held his arms up lightly. Sombra's smirk disappeared and she fell into his embrace. "I'm glad your safe hija. I was worried about you, I..I can't lose you too. Not after Amélie.." Although his voice was gravelly and deep, it held a significantly softer tone with much sadness in his voice.

Sombra matched his somber tone for a moment. "I'm safe Papá..I'm safe. About Amélie, there's something you should know, she's alive an-" She was interrupted by Gabriel, as they broke apart, she could see the surprise in his eyes. "She's alive?! I- I watched her, struck down by that wasteland trash." Sombra only shook her head.

"She's alive, yes, but there's more. During her fight with Subject001, he destroyed all of her conditioning chips in a single blow. So she's recovering right now in the med bay." His eyes widened even more. "How- Wha- Where is she?! We need to go get her! Marshall called in Triton, and I'm sure Doomfist is next on the call list, they are here for Subject001, we need to go-"

It was Sombra's turn to interrupt, but this time took a shaky deep breath before beginning. "Wait…Padre, some stuff has changed since I've seen you last. Amélie and I want to join Overwatch, we've talked about it, and we want you with us." She swore he went so still, that he looked like a statue.

"You know how I feel about Overwatch pequeña sombra. Why would you want to join the same organization that robbed me of my humanity?" His voice was bitter and low, he was almost shaking with anger at his adopted daughter.

"Because the people who were responsible for hurting you like that weren't the people you thought they were. Our lovely little blonde doctor wasn't the one responsible, our creepy red headed doctor at Talon, she was the one responsible for the bastardization of Angela's work, and made you what you are today." She looked angry as all hell, not at Gabe, but at his situation. So many years of misguided anger…

"I did my research while I was posted to observe the watchpoint. Hacking past Athena wasn't the easiest, but I have back up files of what I managed to recover. You'll see what I mean, I just need you to trust me." She said almost out of breath by this point. Gabe was about to reply when-

"RRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRR" Another rumble shook the base, but this time cause by a guttural roar.

Both of their heads whipped towards the entrance of where the detention block was, they looked back at each other briefly, with Gabriel replying. "We'll talk about this later. We need to find and rescue Amélie, whatever that was, it can't be friendly. We'll stop by the armory first and grab your gear." With that, the odd little family ran out of the Detention Block and towards the Armory.

—Medical Bay, Watchpoint Gibraltar, 8:12a.m—

He could control it for the most part, the change that is. He can feel his body change, his senses increase by a thousand, his vision, smell, touch, hearing, everything. His muscles become hyper charged, and he feels invincible. Like he could leap a hundred miles, or lift a million tons. The power felt indescribable, and in so many ways, he felt like a demigod from the tales of old.

He wondered what his new body could do, he felt two people approach him from behind, and whipped around to face them. Ramirez and a healed Angela, someone had used her staff or a biotic field to heal her. Ramirez looked on in awe, but Angela's expression did not match Ramirez's enthusiasm. She looked on stoically, yet concerned, almost..fearfully, it made Marco's heart hurt, and he didn't know why.

She approached and had to stand on her tip toes in order to put a hand on his cheek. He kneeled before her, allowing her to fall to a resting position, hand still on his cheek. "Liebling, you scared me, my love, you frightened my soul, having to see you in such pain, it broke my heart. I thought I created a monster, I need to know this is still you. Show me, please, I-I can't live with corrupting someone I love. I need to know its still you." She all but whispered, for her voice was beginning to break.

Marco closed his solid black eyes, and opened turquoise eyes, wet with unshed tears. "I'm sorry…my Angel, I'm so very sorry.." Marco muttered. He pulled her into a tight hug, which she returned with equal fervor. She gasped softly. "Danke Gott.." She wept silently into his neck, as he pulled her closer to his now much larger frame.

Most of the agents simply watched the warming moment, until Ramirez turned and used his body as a shield. "Jesus, can you pendejos give them like five minuets without gawking, file out already, we need to find this golden carbron." He barked to the closest agents.

Normally, Pharah would scold Ramirez for treating senior agents like his underlings, but the more she witnesses him in action, the more she sees what a natural born leader this man is. Tracer saluted sharply and zipped out of the room. 'Well, at least someone already follows his orders.' Pharah thought with a smirk, she thought it was kinda adorable how much Lena looked up to Ramirez, although she'd never say it aloud.

Other senior agents didn't seem bothered by the order, Genji, 76, Winston, Mei, and a reluctant Ana all agreed it was a wise course of action, and left the Medbay, in search of this mysterious new spartan warrior. Ramirez turned back to the emotionally and physically exhausted couple, "Want me to leave someone here for you?" Marco replied by waving his hand, dismissing them.

When it was just Pharah and Ramirez left in the room, he fell in step beside her as she was the last to file out. "So, how did I do? My leading skills?" He asked without looking at her. She smirked lightly, "You're not bad, you lead soldiers before?" She asked seriously.

He nodded bashfully. "Yeah, my dad was a Raider Warlord. I lead a few charges on settlements when I was a teenager, but after a very simple raid that left me mentally scared for reasons I don't care to remember, I opted to stay put at the fort and hone other skills. Made padre pissed, but I couldn't give a shit less, I wasn't gonna fight for him." He said sullenly.

'I wasn't gonna fight for him.'

Pharah suddenly remembered what the golden armored warrior said about Marco's father. "You remember what that warrior said about Marco? 'you've become exactly what he predicted, a demon, his demon, and you will fight for him. Wether you like it or not.' Sounds kinda similar to your situation." She said thoughtfully.

Ramirez looked distant for a moment before nodding. "Sí, I suppose you're right…That hits way closer to home than I expected. Dios, that is scary level of similar isn't it?" He spoke softly. She nodded, watching him. "Are you okay Ramirez?" He didn't respond, making her raise a brow. She eyed him with concern, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Abel?" She almost never said his name, usually when she was mad, but he decided when she said his name like this, he loved it. He looked up at her, she wasn't mad, she looked concerned, but kindly. He didn't say anything, merely pulling her into a tight hug. "I almost lost mi hermano. I almost lost one of my best friends, and I almost died today. I could have lost you too." He said, his voice never wavering.

He continued. "I'm just tired. I miss simple jobs in the wastes, not my brother's and new girlfriend, and new family getting constantly put in danger. It just makes me tired, mi amor." He breathed into her neck. She shivered when he spoke. "You know better than to start something you can't finish, remember that time before your trip to Buffalo, New York?" His grip on her tightened.

"How could I forget tu Diosa? You left me a mess for quite some time, perhaps you owe me for that, hm?" He spoke much deeper this time, trailing her neck with kisses. She breathed out a breathy moan. "We shouldn't- not here, what about the sear-" He cut her off by kissing her, and pulling her into a room next to them.

He closed the door to the old office and locked it behind him, his mouth still locked with hers. As their tongues fought for dominance, he palmed the releases on her battle armor, dropping the torso and back armor of her Raptor armor to the ground, exposing her skin tight, black, battle suit. He pulled her helmet off and kissed the tattoo underneath her eye, smiling as a crimson sheen coated her tan face. He slid his hand to her rear, gripping tightly, and grinning as he heard her short, but sharp gasp.

—Continued in M RATED SCENES: CHECK PROFILE—

—Medical Bay, Watchpoint Gibraltar, 8:15a.m—

Marco didn't look up as he heard footsteps approach from down the hall. He realized that they could be enemies, but in that moment, he couldn't find it in him to care, he was holding his love, and that was what he wanted to focus on right now. Soon, the sound reached the doorway and all he heard was Angela gasp. He slowly opened his eyes and stood, facing the doorway, and letting go of Angela.

There, at the door, stood one of Talon's top enforcers, along side Sombra, 'The purple rat.' Marco thought silently. He was about to take an aggressive pose when he noticed the skull masked man wasn't even looking at him or Angela for that matter. He followed his eyes to the purple skinned woman lying in a hospital bed, in the corner of the clinic.

She looked peaceful asleep, unlike how she had been since she's been in Overwatch's custody, scowling, in pain, or just plain annoyed. He looked back to the masked man at the end of the room. He could see the pain in his eyes, he didn't want to fight, this was all shared with a simple glance. He nodded to the masked man.

He nodded in turn and turned to mist and flew to the sleeping woman. He turned to face Sombra, he scowled at her, causing her to shrug with a awkward smile, before facing the masked man, who leaned carefully over the sleeping assassin. He whispered words of regret and sorrow tenderly towards her.

"Are you just here to help her, or to kill me?" Marco asked quietly, as to not bother the two of them, but needing to know. Gabriel stood silently facing away from Marco. "I was tasked with rescuing Sombra and Widowmaker. Killing you was up to Triton, looks like he failed judging the mess by the door." He said referring to the dead Talon troops by the door.

"I don't have it in me to fight right now, and judging by how we found you, you aren't either. So I propose we call a truce for a bit, plus there is a bit Sombra needs to fill you in on." He said before leaning back over Amélie and stroking her hair lovingly.

Marco nodded somberly, and surprising both of the conscious women in the room, turned away fully from Reaper, making Angela shiver with fear, she didn't want to trust that Gabe wouldn't try to hurt her, but she trusted Marco, and if he could, so could she.

"So, Sombra, what's this exciting news?" He asked, his voice laced with venom. She shrugged awkwardly, before mumbling something. "Speak up pendejo." He growled. Angela gripped his arm tightly, warning him to back off.

"We want to join Overwatch, and when I say we, I mean me, Amélie, and Gabe." She spoke with a sudden firmness. "We're a package deal." She said with a smirk.

it was then that Reaper spun around and roared at Sombra. "YOU DO NOT SPEAK FOR ME! I never agreed to work for Overwatch. They still have much to answer for, and before you interrupt me, I'm talking about Morrison, and what he stole from me." He finished his rant by spinning away, casting wraith mist about the room.

Marco sat numbly for a moment before facing Sombra again. "That't not a decision I can make, that falls to Winston or 76. I'm sure they'll discuss it with you. For now, I need to know who the fuck that guy was, he had some impressive moves and tech I've never seen before. I got lucky with the outcome of the operation, but I can't bank on winning just because I'm a bit stronger now." He said in deep thought.

Sombra recalled the files she had read on Subject 001, it spoke about much more than just enhanced strength, is that all he thinks came of this? "I can get you as many files as I have on him now that I got my tech back."

She quickly pulled up a few holographic images of US Army soldiers, black rectangles over their faces, concealing their identities. "Seems like Triton is not his given name, but one given to him by other soldiers. Just about everything on him is black boxed. He was apart of some special forces group in the US about thirty years ago. He went off the radar shortly after coming home from the first Omnic Crisis."

She read a bit deep before remembering that Triton was called in by none other than Philip Marshal, which brought to the forefront of her mind several facts that she knew that he in fact, did not. Philip is his father, also that he is responsible for the experiment conducted on him before he was even born. He was also the current head of Talon, and used to serve with Triton, the man sent to either retrieve or kill his son. This complicated things, more so than she planned. She would need to have that sit down with him soon.

—Talon Staging Area Bravo, 8:28a.m.—

In that moment, Triton was grateful for two things, his men providing the perfect distraction, and Vishkar Teleportation Technology. He did not expect such a growth of the subject, nor his pre-existing fighting skills. He found himself irritated at his failure to capture the subject, but excitement at the prospect of fighting him once again.

Triton was in it for the fight, always had been. In his days in the US Special Forces, he gained a love for the hunt during the first Omnic Crisis. He was one of the only bastards crazy enough to dive into enemy lines to fight off the Omnic hoard. He shook his head and trudged onward, using his spear as a walking stick. He was the only survivor as far as he knew, the rest dead or captured. He would have a hell of a time explaining this to Philip.

He found himself back at the grounds waiting for the arrival of Reaper. He knew it could take some time with their cover blown as it was, in fact, personally, he hoped Reaper would get killed. The arrogant bastard was an effective soldier sure, but he was just so fucking whiney.

Triton had his own motives in all of this, he wanted a legendary fight, and he thinks with 001, he's found it. Even if Talon, and Philip with it, (God forbid) ever crashed and burned, he would continue to hunt 001. He's sure Philip wouldn't mind, his orders already are to either secure or destroy the subject, and since he failed both, another encounter is inevitable.

Triton sat down on a nearby fallen tree. He gazed into the wilderness, lost in his thoughts for some time, minuets turned into and hour, until a sound could be heard, almost like the sound of someone exhaling softly. He stood slowly, grasping his spear, waiting for his fellow enforcer to take physical form.

Reaper stood before him, his glowing red eyes positively gleaming in fury. Gabriel stood silently watching the fellow Talon Operative. Much was talked about in the last hour in that medical ward, and Gabe's got a slightly new outlook thats starting to put a much shittier title on Talon as Triton would soon find out.

"Talon's been pulling strings for a long time, huh?" Gabe said with what could almost be considered softness given his raspy voice. "Did some digging while I was in there, gracias a Sombra." He began to circle the camp, making Triton do the same, maintaining their distance.

"Look Gabe, I don't really care about Talon or their goals, never have, I hunt for myself and myself alone. I respect Philip, thats why I'm helping, but I could care less if he manages to "strengthen the world" as he calls it. Been spending too much time with Akande if you ask me." Triton finishes with a huff.

"What would you say to that carbron Marshal, if you had to tell him I quit?" Gabe asked suddenly. Triton blinked in surprise, but his helmet hid his expression. "Well, I got to admit, I'm surprised that in one mission, you've managed to start as a egocentric, emotional, failure of an enforcer, and now you've decided you'd out do yourself and simply become a traitor. I'm both surprised and disappointed." Triton spoke calmly and evenly, but the malice was still clear in his voice.

"The way I see it, you can leave alone, and tell Marshal that I resign, and he can take a stick up the ass. Or I can kill you on this cliffside and they'll find out when they find your body." Reaper growled aiming his dual hellfire shotguns, to which Triton snapped to his warrior's form.

"I have two questions for you and I will leave, did you complete your mission?" He asked, surprising Reaper. "Neither targets are here, must have been killed by 001." He growled out, figuring by humoring him, he can at least buy his adopted daughter some time. "Shame, knew you had a fondness for them," Reaper's scowl deepened. "alas I have one more question. The blonde doctor that was there, whats her name?" This brought Gabriel to a halt.

Why did he want to know that? He knew that the subject and Angela were an item now, and he also now knows that Angela wasn't the one responsible for turning him into what he is today. While he still didn't entirely trust them, he trusted them more than he did Triton, and decided against ratting them out. "I don't know, I was in the lower levels the whole time." He spoke, his shotguns never once leaving his target.

"Don't get me wrong, I wanted you dead to begin with, but now that you just committed high treason, I can kill you and Philip will thank me. I'll be taking that mask as a trophy." He said as he activated his shield and electric tipped spear.

*BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM*

Reaper wasted no time at all, rushing forward and delivering round after round of hellfire. The rounds slammed into Triton's shield, forcing his feet to dig into the dirt. As soon as Reaper was close enough, Triton spun out of the way and swung the spear wide. Gabriel tried to escape the swing, but the electric tip prevented his wraith transformation. He was struck in the side with a blast of electricity, sending him hurdling into a nearby rock.

*CRACK*

The boulder splintered as dust and rocks were sent flying in all directions. The occasional left over static could be seen flashing through the dust. Triton did not lower his defensive form just yet, the tip of the spear arcing was the loudest sound as the dust settled.

*BLAM BLAM BLAM*

Dust was forced out of the way as the rounds escaped the barrels of Reapers shotguns. He leaped forward, summersaulting overhead and landing next to Triton. He dropped the empty shotguns and tried to go in for hand to hand.

His armored fist collided with Tritons shield with a resounding *CLANG* with each blow, simultaneously dodging the electrified spear tip with a certain amount of grace. Triton threw as many stabs towards the wraith as he could, but the agility of the phantom was proving to be too quick.

Reaper threw two punches at once, both aimed at the shield, forcing him to put his weight into the defense. Reaper then countered by swinging his back leg forward, weakening Tritons stance. Triton ducked completely, but swung his shield upwards, colliding it with Reapers chin. The clang that sounded echoed over the entire rock of Gibraltar.

Triton was huffing lightly, catching his breath quickly, he stood and readied his stance once more. Activating the tip of the spear once again, as it had shut off during Reaper's heavy attack. Reaper groaned and pulled himself up, his mask had a massive crack running through the front, stopping at one of the eye slots. When he stood completely, you could see he also was short of breath.

Triton has had enough, by this point, he just wanted to kill the bastard and be on his way back to Talon HQ. With a battle cry, he jumped forward and threw the spear like a javelin. Reaper was too slow to dodge as the spear slammed into his right shoulder, pinning him to the ground, leaning backwards. He let out a roar in pain and grasped the spear tightly, wanting nothing more than to summon the strength to pull it, but the shocks are keeping his regeneration abilities from kicking in.

Triton was approaching, raising his shield. The edge of the shield sunk into itself and a red plasma blade appeared on the edge. "I'm gonna cut your head off you ghostly freak." He raised the shield for a final strike when a object clattering behind them caught their attention.

A grenade.

A purple grenade.

A glowing purple grenade.

*FWOOSH*

Like that all electronics in the vicinity shut down, even the ship, its engines quietly humming on the cliff were now silent. Triton looked around for the source of the EMP, but found none, he turned back to Reaper just in time to see his ghostly form scurrying off into the tree line. With his spear off, those few precious seconds costed him his kill.

He sat down on the same tree that he had sat down on when he was awaiting Reaper's arrival. Well, now he really would have a hard time explaining this to Philip. Alas, this just meant more targets for him to hunt. He did remember something when he faced off with that pretty blonde doctor, how the subject had referred to her when they first faced off. "hurt mi amor."

So, he loves her, huh? That's good to know, now he has something he can bait him with. It wouldn't take much, maybe even a little kidnapping might be in order to get him to cooperate. Once they are done with the Subject, he'll be free to fight and kill him, and maybe he can keep the doctor for himself, a thought he greatly enjoyed.