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looking for an engineer for a side project.
experience with bioweapons preferred.
if you need ultimate execution details to work, don't bother.
you'll just be wasting both of our time.

information is need to know.

[And, for visibility's sake, he attaches an image of one of these sitting on the railing of his treehouse.]

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are you trying to weaponize lizards?

maybe.
are you a bioengineer?

maybe

then no.

Anything I can help with?

[ Because really, how can she resist asking? Though she's curious about the lizard's inclusion. Gabriel why... ]

[Huh, well that's unexpected. Maybe not entirely unexpected.]

thought you weren't into weaponization.

You specifically said "experience with". I'm a doctor in war relief; I have experience. My offer will depend on how you choose to apply that.

[ If he thinks he's going to build himself some bioweapons to use on others, he might as well let her know not to bother. If he's looking into something else, or happens to be curious about his own nanomachines, however... ]

haven't decided.
second opinion doesn't hurt.

[And hey, maybe she'll give him the skinny on Jack. ~~She won't.~~]

Well, you know how to reach me and where to find me come time you decide.

Have you been well?

[ Because of course she's going to ask that. ~~She'll at least say he's well and try to get information in return. Have a little faith; she learned from the best. (That's you.)~~ ]

[She's too close to the target matter for him to seek her advice, but he makes a note anyway.]

things don't change much here.
we'll see what happens when we move again.

You're not mistaken; still, I hope you've settled.

I should hope we don't move again. Even if these pacdiscs given to us allow us to re-enact The Sword in the Stone. What was it, Higitus Figitus? That old Disney movie.

Keeping pets now?

[pets...and bioweapons...]

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i took a leaf out of your notebook.

[He didn't.]

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Should I be flattered?

no.

Just checking.

so i'm guessing sound engineers don't count, huh?

no.
better off advertising on your own.

good chat. good luck with this project of yours then.

Sketchy. Very Sketchy.

Anyways, I'm not a bioengineer, but I know a guy.

[ Reaper gets Saren Arterius' contact info sent to him. ]

[Oh. Someone helpful. That's almost shocking.]

would you consider him reliable?

You'll have to sell it to him if you're human, but he's a right proper mad scientist sort.

Just tell him Nihlus sent you. Won't promise you it'll butter him up, but he might be a bit more inclined to listen.

[ Oh good. Reaper's her neighbor. ]

trying to conquer the world with weaponized lizards?

[Oh look, Lena Oxton, Overwatch prodigy. How delightful.]

caught me.

at least make them breathe fire

give us a challenge.

maybe.
i don't take orders well.
and i prefer explosions.

[Look how funny he is.]

[ It takes her a solid twenty minutes to reply. Because, in order to ask this question, she has to admit one fact to herself.

Reaper is Gabriel Reyes.

She's known, of course. Angela had told her not long after she arrived. But she'd never had to confront it. It had been hard enough to reconcile her image of Reyes with the man who killed her Commander and destroyed Overwatch.

On top of that, now she's starting to question whether she knows what really destroyed Overwatch.

Once she's thoroughly worked herself up to it, she finally replies. ]

but you're not stupid enough to get caught up in an explosion.

it didn't happen the way they said it did, did it?

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how did it happen, then?

[Its impossible to tell in text, but he's interested. For however insane he might be now, some parts of Reyes were easy to dredge up. His tactical mind and critical thinking skills were easy to coax and encourage. It was easy to blame Gabriel Reyes. He's sure plenty of people still believe he'd triggered the explosion.

But he hadn't.]

[ Her first inclination is to snap "I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." But that's the benefit of text-- she can stop and really think it over. Maybe he's toying with her. She'd already expected that, since she didn't know if he'd actually answer her truthfully.

Or maybe it's a test. Jack had tested her too, hadn't he? (Even though it backfired on him.)

Besides, she's been mulling this over for months. She has a few ideas. ]

it was personal. you'd want to look him in the eye when you killed him. so close-range weapons like a knife, maybe a gun. even if you wanted to blow him up, you wouldn't be in the building when it blew. you'd be somewhere with a good vantage point to watch. so you were fighting and a third person blew up hq to wipe both of you out.

so. am i getting warmer?

not bad, for a rookie.

[Which was as much of a confirmation as he would offer. The idea of whether it was premeditated or not is not information he bothers to give -- it wouldn't change her opinion, and it was also none of her business as far as he was concerned.]

i'm not that sort of psychopath.

[ She starts typing out a snappy retort, but erases it. No, she has to swallow it down and be remotely civil.

Lena's sure he knows she's holding back. She wonders if he's laughing. ]

so which part did i get wrong?

it'll be a fun mystery for you to solve when you get back to london.

[There's a pause between messages. This might have been a harder conversation to have if it wasn't over text -- truth be told, Lena Oxton's entire persona was a result of the failure of the organization.

It still makes him angry.]

if you get back, that is.

[ Frustration bubbles up in her. She should've expected as much from Reaper. And, truthfully, wouldn't Reyes do the same? Withholding information was his specialty after all. But he's not the only one. How many people have lied to her, shut her out, said they've given up on Overwatch? And she's only counting Thisavrou.

Sometimes she feels like the only one who still gives a shit.

And now with the threats. She should've seen that coming too. ]

what's that supposed to mean

gotta wait your turn, like the rest of us.

[And who was to say that their turn would ever come. But also, he could kill her. That was a given.

He makes no plans to, unless she gets in his way. Just like everyone else. Maybe after he's taken Jack out.]

[ He's right, though she's not dropping her guard an inch. Who's to say he won't get bored and go after her? Or try to thin out the ranks of ex-agents here?

Ugh. She's starting to get paranoid. ]

right.

changed your mind about going after ex-agents?

i have more pressing matters to attend to here.

[Your paranoia fuels this old grump.]

[ I thought that was the souls of the innocent. ]

ouch, my pride.

you seemed so excited about wiping us all out. or was that talon's mission? you're their lapdog after all.

[ If being diplomatic didn't work, maybe pissing him off will.

Or maybe he'll just keep messing with her. Who knows. ]

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[She's so much like so many of the young soldiers they'd tricked into the Soldier Enhancement Program. So much like a young Jack Morrison, before he lost his way.

Too bad.]

guess that's just another mystery you'll have to solve. talon's not here.

[ Nothing she does seems to rattle him. It's just frustrating her at this point.

Again, lucky it's text and not video. ]

*you're* talon, aren't you?

no.
i'm reaper.

[ DID HE REALLY JUST DO THAT ]

ha. ha.

you know that's a stupid name.

when was the last time you picked a codename, Oxton?

you know when.

don't think all of the codenames have been used up between then and now. kind of scraping the bottom of the barrel there.

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