Working as a mechanic for Overwatch was supposed to be safe. Fix damaged armor. Repair broken weapons. Stay far away from the front lines. That was the plan. Until one mission goes wrong... and you come face to face with the one name feared by humans and omnics alike- Ramattra. Cold. Calculating. Dangerous. Everything he should be makes walking away easy. So why does every encounter leave you asking questions you were never supposed to ask? As war draws closer and loyalties begin to fracture, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear- Sometimes the most dangerous enemy... is the one who makes you question everything. Writing for this story is done in bulk. Please leave comments / areas to improve on