The OverHouse was a massive, impossibly large and ever-changing structure. It was the brainchild of Symmetra, one of the greatest architectural minds of all time, and was unique from any other military facility (or any building at all) in that it was easily customizable. As the entire building and surrounding grounds were made using Vishkar's patented hard-light technology (after a few modifications by Winston to ensure its efficiency and viability). So long as there were proper blueprints and a sufficient energy source, the OverHouse could be expanded or modified to a degree limited only by the architect's imagination, all within just a few short hours. It truly was a marvel of engineering, construction, and mechanics.

Which is why Ashe was especially irritated that her cell was so damn tiny.

"All this space and fancy tech, and y'all couldn't give me more than a damn broom closet?" The room was silent, save for Ashe's occasional angry ramblings and the sound of her small rubber ball bouncing off of the wall and back into her hand. "I'm startin' to get riled up…"

Footsteps could be heard from the end of the short prison hallway, a sound Ashe ignored. It was too early for a meal, so it couldn't have been Mercy delivering supper. She didn't expect it was Soldier 76 to let her out early, either. Which meant it could only be that ever-present thorn in her side, the one responsible for getting her into this mess in the first place. Ashe closed her eyes as she leaned back on her bed, still tossing her ball against the wall. Even when she heard the faintly metallic tapping on her bars, she didn't react immediately.

"The hell do you want, McCree?" she grunted, lowering her hat over her eyes.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken."

Ashe froze, letting her ball bounce down to the ground as she sat up. Her piercing red eyes beamed across the small cell, glaring at whoever it was on the other side of the bars. Standing there, arms crossed behind her back, was the menacing, sinister form of the OverHouse's newest "healer".

"Greetings," said Moira. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting."

"The hell are you?" said Ashe, returning her hat to her head.

"I am Doctor Moira O'Deorain." Moira leaned in, smirking at the prisoner. "I know of you, of course. Your reputation precedes you. The founder of the Deadlock Gang. The infamous Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe."

"Just Ashe will do just fine." Ashe tensed slightly, not daring to take her eyes off of Moira for a second. In her long criminal career, Ashe had dealt with a great many people that carried themselves like Moira. She wasn't fond of any of them. "What do you want?"

"Straight to the point. I like that. Very well, let's get on with this." Moira paced in front of the cell, not bothering to meet Ashe's gaze. "You're a very resourceful woman. I regret that I missed the opportunity to work with you prior to the… shall we say, the downfall of your organization."

"With all due respect, Doc, I don't think me and my organization would have much to do with you," said Ashe flatly. She approached Moira, grabbing the bars of her cell tightly. "We ain't much for you scientist types."

"No, but you are much for profit, which is something I wish to offer you."

"If you knew me as well as you said you did, then you should know that I don't need yer money."

"But of course. I wouldn't dream of insulting you by offering monetary compensation. I believe in trades more substantial than that which is allowed within the boundaries of our capitalist society," said Moira. "We can get to that in a moment. I imagine you, being the business woman you are, are familiar with the idea of quid pro quo?" Ashe didn't give an answer, which didn't deter Moira in the slightest. "One thing for another. You know some very important, very difficult to meet individuals that I would like to meet."

"I ain't much of a matchmaker. If you wanna meet someone, I recommend you try online dating," said Ashe sharply. "I'm sure there's some skidmark in that house who'll teach you how to use a computer."

"Charming. I'm looking for a man called Mauga." Ashe tensed slightly, which was admission enough for Moira. "I take it you know him?"

"I know everyone, some way. Mighta heard his name in passing."

"And what did you hear?"

"That he's a mean sumbitch. That starting trouble with him is a bad idea," said Ashe. "That he oughta not be trifled with if you like being able to walk on yer own two legs."

"Hm. Not inaccurate. Well, Mauga is an old friend of mine that I've recently fallen out of contact with. If you could point me in his direction, I would be—"

"No."

A dense silence descended upon the tiny room, with Moira tilting her head curiously. The former gangster glared a cold, icy glare at the doctor, refusing to back down. For nearly a full minute, it was quiet, until Moira thought it prudent to speak and break the silence.

"I beg your pardon?" she droned.

"I may not be as formally educated as you, Doc, but I ain't stupid. I know when you make a fuss," said Ashe. "And when you shut the hell up til the heat dies down. You came all the way down here to ask me, when you've got an entire army base of fancy-schmancy computers an' shit at those long, nasty-ass fingertips of yours. Now why would you go an' do that?" Moira didn't answer, which was fine by Ashe. It was rhetorical, anyway. "Maybe cause the G.I. Joes out there ain't okay with it. So you come down here to get me to do your dirty work."

"An astute observation."

"I'm already up to my ears in shit. I ain't about to stick my neck out to help you, not for nothin'."

"Not even for your omnic?" Ashe leapt forward, swiping her hands through the bars of her cell with a growl, at which Moira just chuckled. "Did I strike a nerve?"

"You listen to me, you bird-necked, pencil-pushing, no-soul ginger bitch," snarled Ashe. "I don't take kindly to snakes, and I damn sure don't enjoy being threatened. So I would suggest you rethink what you said before I shove my fist down yer throat and my boot up yer ass."

"I assure you, Elizabeth, I have no desire to hurt your friend. I happen to be quite fond of him. He's a very polite fellow, very accommodating. He's called B.O.B., correct? I do not wish to harm him." Moira flashed away in a flare of deep purple smoke, Fading through the bars and appearing behind Ashe. The Deadlock spun on her heel, no doubt to take a swing at the doctor, but soon fell to her knees, clutching her stomach as a wave of queasy, debilitating nausea washed over her. Ashe glanced up, feeling her skin go cold and clammy as she saw the thin wisps of purple energy that beamed from the Doctor's right hand and wrapped around her chest.

"What the hell…?"

"You, on the other hand, I will hurt with zero hesitation," said Moira darkly. "Give me a line to Mauga and this stops."

"Kiss… my pale… pasty white ass…" spat Ashe. Moira crouched in front of Ashe, gripping the air tighter with her darkened, scarred hand, tightening her Biotic Grasp. "Damn…"

"I admit myself curious as to how my abilities may react to an omnic. Tell me, Elizabeth, can your butler feel pain?" Moira used her spare hand to tilt Ashe's face towards her, beaming cold contempt to contrast with the gangster's slowly fading, weakening fury. "Hm… I'll be sure to let you know when arrive at a conclusion."

"You said—"

"I said I had no desire to hurt your omnic, but I am also a woman of science, and science dictates that one must often sacrifice their personal desires in the name of advancement. Where is Mauga?"

"I don't know…?"

"Perhaps the robot knows." Ashe made a wild, weak swipe for Moira, which didn't accomplish much more than further tire herself out. "Allow me to explain what happens next. After three minutes of exposure to my Biotic Grasp, you will begin to vomit. Four minutes, your liver and kidneys will cease to function. Four and a half, your heartbeat will slow to a crawl. Five… Well. No subject has lasted five minutes. How long have I had you here? A minute? Two?"

"I've got… a number…" Moira released her Grasp, letting Ashe choke down some much needed air. "That's all I got. A number to call to put you in touch with someone who knows him. I'll give it, just… Leave B.O.B. alone." Ashe slowly pushed herself to her feet, her chest heaving and her blood burning. "Keep this between us… And I'll let you know how to get in touch with the big bastard. Just keep the shit from blowing back on me when whatever you got planned goes tits up." Moira grinned, using her left hand to bathe Ashe with healing nanites.

"See? I knew you were a businesswoman.

"Ay dios mio, there's nothing going on!"

Sombra groaned as she collapsed onto her bed, bored beyond belief by her lack of assignment. Though shirking her responsibilities was one of the hacker's favorite hobbies, she couldn't shirk responsibilities that she didn't have. The OverHouse had mostly emptied out, with the exceptions of Mercy, Winston, and Efi working in the basement on new equipment for the medbay, as well as fixing the Wrecking Ball mech on Hammond's behalf. But Tracer, DVa, Lucio, Symmetra, Brigitte, all of the usual suspects to participate in/fall victim to Sombra's antics, they were all gone on various missions or trips.

Which meant Sombra was stuck bothering Widow over the phone.

"Sombra, I am attempting to assassinate a dangerous omnic cult leader," said Widowmaker, although her voice was heavy with boredom herself. "I should be focusing."

"You don't need to focus to scrap this bot, mija, you could catch him with your eyes closed." Sombra's eyes glinted with excitement. "Hey, you should—"

"No."

"Bleh, you sound like Papi," complained Sombra. "When are you getting back? I'm dying to see Gelé Par L'amour, and I can't catch up until you get here!"

"Why not?"

"I don't speak French, duh."

"There are subtitles," droned Widow. "And an English dub."

"But that's lame, I'd rather just have you translate it for me. It's more fun that way."

A knock on her door frame stole her attention away. Sombra was expecting one of the scientists to be requesting her help with some sort of software issue, but it quickly became evident that this was not the case. There was definitely a scientist waiting for her, just not one she was excited to see.

"I'll… I'll call you back, Amelie. Good luck," said Sombra, hanging up her phone. She sat up a bit straighter, her voice going a bit shakier. "H-Hey there, Doctor."

"Hello, Sombra." Moira stood in the door frame, arms folded and brow cocked. "You're not busy."

"Actually, I was just about to—"

"That was not an inquiry." Moira smirked at the way Sombra recoiled, shrinking down slightly. "I have a task for you."

"If you need something done, you should message Abuelo, he'll put in an official mission request for you." Sombra stood up, looking around for a way out. "We shouldn't operate without him knowing ahead of time."

"An Orca is set to leave in twenty minutes, with a route set to California," continued Moira, as if Sombra hadn't spoken at all. "You will be on that Orca. You will meet with an omnic called Ubi. She will give you a hard drive, at which point you will return here, and deliver the hard drive to me. You will not tell anyone where you are headed, nor will you tell anyone where you've gone. Am I understood?"

Sombra didn't answer straight away, her fear almost palpable. She had never felt at ease around the doctor, and that was back when they were officially on the same team. Now, their allegiances had shifted, and Moira now had no obligation to keep Sombra out of harm. Now, more so than ever, Moira was in the game for herself.

"Why?" asked Sombra. "Why do you need me to go all the way across the country?"

"This does not concern you. You do not have time to ask questions," said Moira dryly. "Get on the plane. Any further information will be relayed to you as you need to know it."

"What am I even looking for?"

"This does not concern you."

"Why can't you just do this yourself? asked Sombra with a scowl. "Since I can't even know what the hell I'm doing for you?" Moira unfolded her arms and slowly crossed the room, killing Sombra's spark of defiance immediately. "D-doctor…"

"Do you recall when I arrived, Sombra? When I made the risky decision to step into the limelight to save Reyes' life?" Moira reached for Sombra's face, grabbing her gently under the chin, tilting her face up slightly. "I took a great risk by doing this, and I asked for very little in return. You assured me that you would acquire any materials I may need on my behalf. I was under the impression that my efforts to protect Reyes would be appreciated, and yet—"

"Okay, fine, you can quit waterboarding me." Sombra finally shook herself out of Moira's grasp, much to the doctor's bemusement. "I'll do it, just this once. But next time… If it's something you can't ask for on the record, then you're out of luck." Moira smirked, amused and intrigued by Sombra's shift in tone. Something was changing in her old hacker associate, which would necessitate a change in her own methodology. That was a puzzle to solve for later. Now, she just needed her data.

"That sounds quite reasonable." Moira grinned, then offered her hand to Sombra. After a moment of hesitation, Sombra accepted the doctor's claw and shook. "Go now. If you hurry, you should make it back before Commander Morrison returns."

Sombra shook her head, unable to believe that she had been swept up in Moira's schemes yet again. She didn't like having to go around the backs of her new friends, her familia, but she didn't have a choice. If she didn't do what Moira said, bad things were sure to follow. Better to get this thing done and squared away quickly, so she could go about fixing it later.

Sombra waved her hand, vanishing in a purple flash, no doubt to prepare for her journey. Moira watched her go, grinning to herself before turning for the door. She had preparations of her own to attend to.

"Very, very reasonable," she murmured as she departed for her lab. "Very reasonable, indeed."

Sombra briskly made her way down the deserted back alley. It had been a long time since she had to make any shady deals like this, but she was well practiced by this time. She knew how to conduct business like this, how to make a deal and get out in one piece. Though she was done with cartel lifestyle of Los Muertos, Sombra felt a calming sense of familiarity in her task.

"What's a little lady like you doing here at this hour."

Sombra paused, her ears perked upon hearing the robotic voice behind her. She slowly turned, keeping her hand near her Machine Pistol as she met eyes with a trio of omnics. One of them, standing a bit before the other two, fit the description that Moira had given her. The leader of this little gang, this could be no one else but Ubi.

"Oh, you know. Seeing the sights," said Sombra with a shrug. "Never been to LA before. Seems like my kind of city."

"I can tell this is your first time here. If you've been around for a while, you'd know better than to show up on my turf," said Ubi. She casually pointed a revolver at Sombra, tilting her head at how unimpressed the hacker seemed. "Who are you?"

"That's what everyone wants to know, eh? Doesn't matter who I am. What matters is…" Sombra scanned the scene, her eyes falling on a briefcase held by one of Ubi's goons. "That. You've got something that a friend of mine wants. I'm just here to pick it up, and then maybe explore the city, grab a bite to eat. Know anyplace good?"

"There's a good taco cart up the block," said one of the goons. Ubi elbowed him in the ribs, glaring cold annoyance in his direction. "Sorry, boss…"

"I dunno if I should be offended, but I'll check it out." Sombra took a step forward, reaching forward for the briefcase. "If you just give me what I need, we can all grab a bite together. My treat."

"Hm… you're not quite right, are you? You have implants in your back, and your head. I can sense them." Ubi tightened her grasp on her gun. "Did your 'friend' do that to you?"

"Nah, it was your mom, she plays rough." Sombra frowned, beckoning for the case. "Look, mija, I've had a long day, so if you could just give me the flash drive…"

"Flash drive? You're working for the bitch doctor, aren't you?!"

"Unfortunately, yes. Look, I don't know what your beef is with the doctor, but get in line. There's a lot of people who want to see her get what's coming to her." Sombra took another step, her hand gently resting on her gun. "But unfortunately, that's going to be quite a ways from now. Until then… The flash drive, por favor. Don't make me take it."

"You've got a lot of nerve, little girl," growled Ubi. "I've got a message for that witch Moira, and you're just the one to deliver it. Only thing is, I'll have to write it down and stick it to your corpse."

The sound of gunfire filled the alley, bursts of rounds firing from above and down on both parties. One of Ubi's goons went down immediately in a single burst of rounds, and his partner followed quickly. Sombra and Ubi both turned their guns to above them, to take out the third party, but their bullets hit nothing. There was a thud, a heavy weight hitting the ground, and a wail of pain as two quick bursts of fire cut through Ubi. As she hit the ground, Sombra turned and let off a spray of shots at her attacker. The man rolled under her bullets, stopping just in front of her and taking a swing at her head. Sombra ducked and kicked up wildly, her foot sending the man's rifle clattering to the ground. Before she could capitalize, she felt a knee to her gut, then an elbow to her shoulder, and finally a hand wrenching her gun from her grasp. Sombra dropped down and scrambled forward, grabbing the man's rifle and aiming it up at him just in time for him to level her own Machine Pistol at her head. As the tension mounted, their chests heaving from their skirmish, the two finally got a good look at one another.

"Son of a…" Sombra's eyes went wide with surprise. "Baptiste?!" Sure enough, Sombra was very familiar with her attacker. She knew that charming smile quite well, the same cheeky smirk he always used to give while patching up his team.

"Of all the shady deals in all the alleys in all the world." Baptiste chuckled, offering his hand to his old friend. "And you just had to pop up in mine." Sombra grinned, accepting Baptiste's help and pulling herself to get feet.

"Good to see you, hermano." Sombra tossed Baptiste's gun back at him, catching her own when he did the same.

"And you, sister," laughed Baptiste. "What are you doing out here? Making deals with gang leaders seems like the old you, no?"

"Trust me, it's not my choice. Dr. O'Deorain…" said Sombra. Baptiste groaned, rolling his eyes before clenching his fist and letting out a Regenerative Burst to heal the pair after their brief fight. "Thanks, Bap. I mean, you didn't bust me up that bad, but…"

"Bold of you to assume this is for you. That kick hurt!" Baptiste shook his wrist gingerly, earning a small chuckle from Sombra. "So… What does the wicked witch have you out here for?"

"Hell if I know. Some flash drive that this Ubi chick had." Sombra crossed the alley, stepping over the scattered, scrapped remains of the omnic gangsters, scooping up the briefcase they formerly held. The briefcase was electronically locked, which was child's play for Sombra to hack open. She popped open the lid and, after digging through the documents it held, retrieved a single data stick emblazoned with some Greek symbol Sombra wasn't familiar with. "You?"

"Unfortunately… This is going to turn our reunion from pleasure to business," said Baptiste, pointing to the flash drive in Sombra's hand. "I was tracking Ubi because of that flash drive. It might be able to point me in the direction of an old friend of mine."

"Mauga… Well, sorry to say it, Bap, but I need this data. If I don't get it back to the doctor… Bad things are gonna happen." Sombra went to slip the flash drive into her pocket, pausing when Baptiste took a step towards her. "You know… You could come with me. We always made a great team, and we can do more together than we can apart."

"An attractive offer. But… Not yet. I've got some unfinished business." Baptiste shook his head, examining the situation. "Business that I hoped to have wrapped up soon, but… Look, Sombra, I like you. And, perhaps against my better judgement, I trust you. So I'll let you run off with that flash drive if you give me your word… If you even see his name in that data, you send it my way. Deal?" Baptiste extended his hand, which Sombra took and shook.

"Of course. It was nice to catch up and all, but I gotta dash." Sombra snapped her fingers, constructing a small business card out of purple light, which she then handed to Baptiste. "If you ever change your mind, we could always use more Healers."

"I'll definitely consider it. Be in touch, will you?" Baptiste flashed a grin. "I'd give you my number, but something tells me you already stole it off me."

"Heh. Not yet." Sombra tapped the air three times, manifesting purple light with each tap. "And… Now. I'll give you a call, Bap."

"Good. Tell the others that I miss them. Even Reyes, believe it or not."

Sombra grinned, giving Baptiste a nod before backing away. She winked at her old friend, preparing to Translocate herself back to her ship with a wave.

"Will do, amigo. Adios."

Moira typed at her workstation, reviewing her data carefully. She had managed to convince the Commander Morrison to grant her access to some of the tech belonging to the other Healers, under the agreement that she contribute to the betterment of said equipment. A woman of her word, she was doing just that, although she was also inspecting the gear, studying it to see if she could use any of it for her own purposes. She was generally unimpressed, although Lucio's aural healing did show some promise. In any case, this was merely a distraction, something to keep her occupied until her hacker friend returned.

"We're done." Moira paused, never turning from her workstation even as Sombra entered.

"Shut the door, if you don't mind," droned Moira. She heard the door slide shut with a hiss and a puff, at which point she spun in her chair to face Sombra. "I presume you were successful in your mission?"

"We're done," said Sombra again. She snapped, and a flash of purple light manifested the flash drive between her fingers. "I'm done doing your dirty work. You got it?"

"Did you look at the drive?"

"This isn't how things used to be, bruja malvada. I'm not gonna just sit around and let you step all over me." Sombra tossed the flash drive across the room, which Moira caught easily. "I'm putting my foot down. No more."

"Listen to me, girl." Moira stood up, taking a step for Sombra. "I—"

"No, mija, you listen to me. You might have scared me , but that was before. Maybe back when it was just me, and I didn't have anyone on my side, you could intimidate me," said Sombra, staring the doctor down with defiance. "But not anymore. Now, I've got friends. Familia. Something to fight for. And you don't scare me anymore. So if you need some dirty, shady shit done again, you better get off your ass and do it yourself."

Without another word to the doctor, Sombra waved her hand and Translocated out of the room with a flash of purple light. Moira raised her brow curiously, confused and impressed by the way Sombra had managed to wiggle her way out from under Moira's thumb. No matter. The doctor didn't need the hacker, not anymore. Not after her conversation with Mauga, and the tip he had supplied her with. Moira turned the flash drive over in her hand, smirking sinisterly at the silver sigma engraved on its face. She flipped the drive open and plugged it into her computer, downloading the data it held.

"Just where are you hiding, Siebren?" mused Moira, looking over the information carefully. "Where in the world are you?"