Lucio, Genji, and I followed Orisa, who dragged Junkrat and Roadhog in cuffs from behind, just outside of the gorge to find a squad of Numbani Special Forces. With them was a little girl who smiled brightly at the centaur robot, congratulating her on a job well done. I immediately realized it was Efi, the girl that Lucio mentioned earlier today during one of our video chats! Knowing her talents, Efi must have built Orisa herself.

"Thanks again for your help, Efi," Lucio thanked as we neared the girl, the DJ shaking her hand. "Orisa was a great help in finding our friend,"

"I'm just glad she is alright," The 11 year old sighed with relief, her friend hand over her chest as she looked over at me. "Are you well, Miss--?"

"Ivery, Hope Ivery," I greeted with a warm smile as I shook her hand. "Lucio is right, thank you so much for your help. Both of you,"

"Orisa did all of the heavy lifting," she giggled. "All I did was point her in the right direction,"

"Efi, I don't recall doing any heavy lifting," Orisa piped in, handing the two Junkers over to the Special Forces.

Efi laughed as her eyes twinkled with delight. "Oh, Orisa, it's just an expression,"

"Ah, I see..." Orisa's optics clicked.

I couldn't help but chuckle as the officers took Junkrat and Roadhog away, Orisa mumbling to herself to look up the definition for expression. Upon doing so however, I felt a quick shot of pain in my back, causing me to hiss. The two men standing either side of me sensed my discomfort as Genji placed a steady hand on my shoulder whilst Lucio gently glided his hand along my back.

"Are you okay, Hope?" the DJ asked with concern.

"It's my back," I groaned. "And possibly everything else in my body that's wrong with me,"

Scanning my form, Lucio noticed the dried up blood stains along my forehead, gently patting and feeling along the strands of my hair until he found the bleeding point of the injury. He then carefully, before waiting for me to acknowledge permission, took off the jacket Angela loaned me to see bruises forming along my left arm, the bandages Angela placed upon me back in Eichenwalde beginning to slack and wear down. It didn't take a highly trained doctor to know that my other arm and back, and quite possibly my butt (from Roadhog dropping me), had bruises as well.

"We need to get you to a hospital, like now," Lucio stated. "My suit and amplifier can only heal so much of your wounds."

"Is there an ambulance here?" Genji called.

One of the officers pointed on out as paramedics came to their location, assisting the cyborg and DJ with escorting me to the vehicle. Orisa stuck her hand out towards the other officers, signalling them to stop as her optics turned red. Then she looked over at us as her optics turned green, signalling us to walk.

The medics helped me into the vehicle, setting me down on the stretcher before Lucio and Genji climbed into the side seats as the doctors scrambled into the driver and passenger seat, driving their way out of the gorge.

*******

It was quite the drive back to the city of Numbani, and even more so to the local hospital. Winston was there too! I hadn't seen him at all since I first woke up, I was beginning to worry about his fate on the drive back. It looked like Genji had found him before Junkrat and Roadhog arrived. The cyborg ninja pulled the gorilla to safety where the duo were shortly found by the Numbani Special Forces, led by Lucio, Efi, and Orisa.

The first split second I caught sight of the gorilla, I shoved my way out of the medic's hold on me and bear hugged the scientist. His delighted laugh filled my ears as he returned the gesture, glad to know that I was okay too. He was a bit banged up, a big bruise plastered on his face, but other than that he was alive and well.

The nurses kind of had to pry me away from Winston, worried that I may have injured myself further from moving so quickly. It was a bit embarrassing to a extent, but I couldn't help myself, I was so overjoyed see him.

The nurses prescribed some painkillers as they worked on cleaning up the dried up blood off my face and tended to my wounds, replacing the old bandages Angela put on me earlier today with fresh new ones. One of them was even kind enough to wash my clothes and Angela's jacket. Now they looked brand new!

Once I was taken care of, I regrouped with the others who were out waiting for me in the waiting room near the lobby.

"Miss Ivery, it is good to see that you are alright,"

With them was a representative of the Numbani Special Forces, who invited us to come along with them to partake in the Junkers interrogation.

"You know my name?" I asked the man.

I may have been overthinking this. Winston probably just told the guy what my name was while he and the others were waiting for me to be finished with my treatment. But what he spoke in reply, was something I was totally not ready for.

"I knew your grandfather, Jeffery," he answered.

I froze. How was it that this random police officer in Numbani knew my grandfather?!

"You did?" I pressed on.

"Yes, he. . ." The man began to speak but paused for a brief moment, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. "He helped my family overcome some dark times. My father was a minister in a small village not too far from here, and they often wrote to one another. My humblest condolences to his passing. He was a good man."

". . . Thank you," I nodded my head respectively.

"The resemblance is uncanny," he realized, a small smile appearing on his lips. "You look just like his wife, Bethany,"

That's the second time someone has told me that. First Reinhardt, and now this stranger? What kind of bonds has my grandfather created? And how many?

A made a mental note in my head. One day I'll have to speak to Reinhardt about his relationship towards my grandparents.

A rough cough caught my attention as I steered away from my thoughts. Winston stepped forward, nodding to the guard. "I believe it is time that we were off?"

"Yes, of course," the man shook his head apologetically. "Please, follow me,"

As we walked, I felt a hand come upon my shoulder as I glanced over to see Lucio walking beside me. "You alright, Hope? You got all quiet all of a sudden back there,"

I cleared my throat, hand upon my chest as I shook the feeling away, smiling assuringly at the Freedom Fighter. "I'm fine, I was just thinking."

Their headquarters was a huge building just outside the city, overtaking archers of their own private land used for anything from training grounds and weapons storage. It kind of reminded me of how I was the Overwatch headquarters in Switzerland. I've seen pictures of it on TV and across the internet, but this place, while quite breathtaking, wasn't even as close as a marvel to the international organization.

We bypassed security as we maneuvered the halls of their HQ. We passed by their training room, overlooking the facility through a giant glass window as Orisa fired at a few practice dummies with her gun after grouping them up all together with her miniature graviton orb.

"Impressive work, Miss Oladele," The captain complimented the child. "But if I may, how will Orisa deal with incoming enemies? Perhaps ones that are more her size?"

"Allow us to demonstrate, Captain," The girl chirped as she signaled Orisa to get into position. She then looked over to the side, waving at someone to come over. I turned my head in the direction she was waving at, and to my surprise, I saw a very familiar old man dressed up in his armour, hammer at hand. "Are you ready, Mr. Reinhardt?!"

"Ready when you are, Lady Efi," The German exclaimed, pounding his fist against the metal chest plate of his armour.

"What's Reinhardt doing down there?" Lucio questioned with surprise, stepping forward in order to get a better look of the scene.

"While you were recovering, we've asked Miss Oladele to demonstrate the abilities of her newest invention. Your comrade volunteered to assist in the showcase," our guide explained. "Our captain believes it could prove to be a great ally towards our ranks."

We watched as Orisa and Reinhardt got into position, staring down at each other just a few feet apart from each other. Reinhardt bent his knees, and suddenly fire spiked out of his back! There was some sort of thrust mechanism inside his suit, because the blast made him shoot forward like a rocket. He charged straight for Orisa, and I first I actually thought he was going to pin her. I've seen similar scenarios of this when I researching Germany's Crusaders Guild for a history report back in middle school once. They hit you like a flood as you go flying and then it's lights out. Anyways, that's what I thought would happen to Orisa, but as Reinhardt drew closer and closer with each passing milsecond--!

"Stop!" Orisa shouted as she clutched her fist and her metal plating suddenly shifted and transformed into a golden material. She was like a gold statue. Reinhardt made contact, and instead of sending the robot flying back against the other side of the room, the man crashed and toppled to the floor back first, dropping his hammer.

Lucio, Genji, Winston, and I winched at the impact, the DJ making a hissing sound with his tongue. He acted as though he could feel Reinhardt's pain. "That's got to hurt,"

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked with concern.

Reinahrdt huffed as he slowly pushed his upper body up from the floor. He removed his helmet, shaking his head as his white hair tasseled against his face before he placed a hand on the side of his head. "I'll feel that in the morning,"

Winston smirked, glancing over in my direction. "I think he'll be fine,"

Orisa offered her hand as he helped the Crusader up to his feet, the Captain and other members of the forces that were also in the room applauded the display, seeming to approve Orisa's abilities.

"It appears Numbani has a new guardian," the guide spoke before motioning his head back. "Come, we must keep moving,"

Taking one more glance at Reinhardt, my friends and I continued to follow our guide back down the hall. At the end there were a set of automatic doors, upon entry we found the interrogation room. Behind a bullet proof glass, Junkrat and Roadhog were handcuffed to a table, and if seeing Reinhardt back there was surprising enough, inside with them I saw holographic projections of Hanzo and Jesse!

"What the--?" I stepped back, my eyes widening. "How did---"

"Our country's representative of the UN reached out to the organization. Since the Junkers shot down your plane, he felt Overwatch should be a part of the interrogating process," The guide explained.

". . . Technically the plane belonged to Volskaya Industries," Genji clarified.

I stepped closer to the glass so I could listen in better on the conversation going on between the two pairs.

"The Junkers have committed similar crimes all over the world. They're wanted in several countries for robbery, attempted murder, first degree murder. . . Not a clean slate in sight," The guide explained. "The younger one, calls himself Junkrat. Word on the street is that he found some sort of treasure, supposedly priceless beyond compare. Bounty hunters, gang leaders, and opportunists alike are constantly seeking him out to locate it, and all Mr. Santos had to do was hit him with a . . . sonic amplifier, was it?"

"Partially true, sir," Lucio nodded. "In his defense, Genji did ware the guy down with his spirit dragon,"

"Uh, pardon?" The guide raised a brow, seeming confused.

I shrugged at the man in uniform. "Long story, might be a tad complicated to explain,"

Focusing my attention back to the Junkers interrogation, I watched Hanzo's projection circled them like a shark, peering his eyes towards Junkrat. "Where did you hide your treasure? You could hardly have it on your person,"

"Treasure?!" The skinny man laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head (or tried to at least) as the shackles of his cuffs dangled against each other, making a chattering noise. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about, mate. . ."

Jesse's hologram was leaning against a wall, arms crossed against his chest as he tilted his head up from glancing down at the floor as he let Hanzo have his turn at the Junkers. "Oh really?" He flexed his hand, and a digital image of the Junkers wanted posters appeared. Both Junkers were wanted dead or alive for $25,000,000 each. With a sinister grin that would anyone's skin crawl, the cowboy chuckled as he pulled himself up from the wall, eyeing the reward with such a desired look in his eye. "There's a nice reward for bringing you fellas in,"

"Quite the sum of money for a pair of Junkers," Hanzo grunted.

That seemed to catch Junkrat's attention as he shook his hands wildly, gaining the interrogators attention. "Hold on! Maybe we can work something out, alright?"

I smirked at the sight. Looks like they were starting to crack them. Well, one of them anyways. His big friend, Roadhog, stayed silent through the entire ordeal. I guess it wasn't exactly odd. He didn't seem to talk all that much when she first met them back at the gorge.

"Let's move on for now, shall we?" The guide suggested. "It's time I showed you all the real reason why you are here,"

"Wait, you mean we're not here to see Junkrat and his buddy?" I questioned.

The man shook his head as he motioned us forward, leading us towards another door. "The actual reason you are here, is to help us regarding Doomfist's escape from prison earlier this morning,"

Passing through the doors, we entered what appeared to be some sort of monitoring room. The room was dimly lit. There were a series of computer screens hanging up on the wall as a woman on a keyboard kept tabs on everything that was going on throughout the city.

"Kairi, bring up the surveillance footage from the prison loading bay," the man ordered.

"I thought all the security cameras were shut down after the EMP went off?" Lucio recalled.

"That's what we thought as well," the woman spoke as she furiously typed away at her keyboard. "But it appears one camera managed to survive the hack, and it gave us this footage,"

The feed enlarged as the security cam showed off the loading courtyard of the prison. Just off in the distance was a dark jet, identical to the one I saw in London that Widowmaker took off in after her fight with Tracer. The feed suddenly shook as a muffled rumble came from within the walls of the prison.

Then KRA-THOOM!

A giant hole broke out into the wall as dust and broken up ash of the concrete wall filtered everywhere. When the dust cleared, a tall muscular, dark skinned man emerged. He wore a white tank top with a matching pair of sweat pants as he flexed his right hand to check for any sign of injury.

My eyes widened at the sight. Did he really just punch his way out of prison?!

"You're late," Reaper growled, two bodies lay dead near his feet.

"I was delayed," Doomfist replied as he neared the black cloaked killer before making his way up the ramp of the jet. "Let's get going,"

The feed ended with the pair entering the jet as the ramp pulled itself shut behind them and the jet took off before any more guards could catch them.

"Did he seriously just punch his way out of prison?" I repeated, this time speaking aloud.

"Yes, yes he did," Lucio gulped.

"Akande is powerful enough with his martial art skills. But with the gauntlet, he has the power to level entire buildings," Winston elaborated.

"Dang..." I gasped.

"Could you possibly pin-point where they went?" Genji questioned the woman at the computer.

She shook her head in dismay. "I'm afraid not. There was cloaking technology equipped within the hull of the ship. We couldn't pick up it's signal," Kairi typed in a command, a map appearing on screen with an arrow pointing up in a certain direction. "All that we know is that the Talon jet headed in a North-Eastern direction upon take off. They could be anywhere!"

"Europe tends to be a hotspot for Talon," Winston recalled. "They could have retreated to anywhere in the European Hemisphere,"

"The question is; Where?" Lucio question, studying the map as if the answer was somewhere right in front of him.

Suddenly the map on screen began to drizzle out and it vanished completely, the image replaced with a static screen.

"What's happening?!" The guide yelped.

"Sir, it appears our system has been hacked by an outside party," Kairi explained, typing furiously to get the system back on her side again.

Her log in attempts failed and soon the screen went black. Darkness quickly filled the room as my body tensed, waiting for something to happen. A purple logo flashed into the screen. I knew that logo.

"It's the skull from the Sombra Protocol--!" I realized.

A blinking indicator appeared and it began moving horizontally to the right, purple text taking form.

"Enjoy the movie?"

Movie? What movie?!

"Whoever, or whatever is thing is, it's completely taken over our computer system," said Kairi.

"Is she... referring to the surveillance camera footage from the prison?" I questioned a loud.

There was a sudden beep coming from below me. I looked down at my wrist to see that my communicator was blinking. I lifted it up to my face as Winston and the others crowded around me. Tapping the screen, the same purple texted appeared, forming a single sentence.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Okay, now this was getting creepy. We all glanced at each other before looking back at the computer screen.

"I think it's talking to you, Hope," Lucio suspected.

The blinking indicator on the computer screen zipped back to the left, deleting its first sentence and replacing it with a new one.

"Wow, handsome and smart. Aren't you the total package."

"Uh... thanks?" Lucio replied awkwardly. He wasn't sure if he should be aroused or crept out that a hacker or something else complimented him like that.

I slowly moved away from my friends, stepping closer towards the computer as I met Kairi's gaze. "May I. . . ?"

Her eyes lit up as she quickly nodded her head before standing up from her chair, stepping aside as she allowed me to sit down. I honestly wasn't sure what I was suppose to do. Talk to the program? And about what? This was all happening so quickly and so out of nowhere, it was a little hard for me to take it all in.

The indicator erased the previous sentence, and began typing a new one.

"I know you found my protocol."

". . . How did you figure that?"

"Once you decrypted my first message, it instantly notified me. I've been keeping tabs on your progress ever since. I hate to admit it, but you're not half bad. Well, not the best anyway,"

"Why did you even put your protocol into Reaper's drive in the first place? It contains data on present and future Talon missions that we could just jeopardize!"

"You got lucky at the museum, but you didn't jeopardize the last two missions. This time around you were one step behind us. Better luck next time."

"Is this some sort of game to you? You and your organization are putting hundreds upon thousands of innocent lives at risk. Does causing that amount of destruction not bother you at all?" I growled. This thing was really starting to annoy me. "We may be behind you guys right now, but sooner or later, we will catch up to you guys and put an end to your crimes for good!"

There was a moment of pause before the indicator revealed a new message.

"Are you done talking?"

I was completely taken back by the response. That was just plain rude!

"I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm not going to. . . "

The indicator paused once again and just as I could feel my blood beginning to boil, the message kept on growing.

"I'll leave you with this. . . Talon is gearing up for something up, and they've got plans for every single one of you."

"What kind of plans?" I asked, trying my best to keep calm.

"Let me put it this way. . . Everything can be hacked, and everyone,"

"Everything?" Winston repeated.

"Adios. . ."

Just like that, the Sombra skull fizzled out of existence and the European map came back online as the room lights flickered back on. My communicator beeped once more as I looked down at the screen to see that the Protocol had left one more message just for me.

"Clock's ticking, Ivery,"