The Villain Wrangler | Overwatch

Chapter 40

Gérard and Angela shared a look as the door hissed closed behind them. Zenyatta floated up, orbs chiming faintly.

"I think I need a shower," Angela muttered.

Gérard nodded, then turned to the monk. "So, what can you tell us, and what can we do?"

"Well, she thinks the Commanders are hers, to do as she will. She resents Angelica for taking them and keeping them from her. Fortunately, she seems to have only formed this obsession within the past few years, possibly influenced or created by Moira. I believe I can recommend a few facilities that would be able to help her return to herself."

Angela nodded. "Considering the amounts, and what kinds, of drugs I found in her system, she might be able to regain herself in a year or so. Faster, if we can keep news of Jack, Gabriel, and Angelica from her."

Gérard considered. "Think we could get her out to the Shambali temple? It's out of the way, they don't get much news."

"I will contact the brothers. I agree that it would be best, if only for a start." Zenyatta left to make his calls as Angela sighed.

"A part of me thinks I should go, too, if only because I know most of what Moira did, but...."

"But there's a chance that you being there would make things worse." Gérard clapped a hand on her shoulder. "The monks are good, and I'm sure they'll keep you in the loop."

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Several weeks had passed with minimal drama. Hanzo and Genji remained in Japan, doing what they could to turn their family away from the yakuza. Jesse had left them to it, being more of a hindrance than a help. Angelica was fairly certain that Goodall, Larson, and Winston had formed a triad, but she didn't want to pry. A young woman, Efi Oladele, had presented herself with a modified OR-15 unit named Orisa, and had quickly apprenticed herself to Torbjörn, alongside Fuentes. Hammond was proving to be a demon at planning strikes against Talon, much to Gabe's amusement.

Angelica sighed as things settled down, making an effort to reduce Overwatch's presence as Talon was stepping back. She was slightly concerned that they might try for Ana, but the monastery hadn't had any issues. Angelica felt a twinge of sorrow over the older woman, but Fareeha and Sam were visiting fairly regularly. Fareeha had mentioned that her mother was doing much better without a fight to worry about.

She was seated at her desk, tracking down a few anomalies. Jack and Gabe were talking quietly behind her as they planned a new mission. They all looked up when Tyr pinged her.

"Director? There seems to be an individual attempting to manipulate the god programs into attacking humanity. Would you like us to shut it down, or... I believe the expression was 'put them on blast'?"

Angelica looked over, surprised. "What do you mean, 'on blast'?"

He sounded almost self-satisfied. "I have acquired a great deal of information concerning Talon, and the individuals and organizations affiliated with them. I can also access several news programs to share this information."

Angelica grinned. "You know what? Broadcast everything you have on every channel you can get, along with whatever Talon is telling you. Just, drag everyone. And, if you can get any information on the first Crisis, please share that, as well."

Jack laughed as Tyr signed off. "I'm so glad you're on our side. You're mean."

She hummed in agreement. "The good news is, this way Talon is destabilized, any support they had that we didn't know about is gone, and I can truthfully tell the Security Council that we had nothing to do with it."