A/N: Hello again. I suppose this is would be the perfect moment to play the song "Guess Who's Back", no? It has been very long. More than a year I believe. I am truly sorry for having not updated this story for so long. Life has a way of bringing all kinds of unexpected things in front of our doorsteps to which I a, sure many of you will agree. But that is not an excuse for having taken this long.

Truth is, one of those unexpected things was the stroke of Inspiration I had received one day. That resulted in the publising of is story, the journey of one our favorite hackers through the Overwatch universe. I decided to write this story because I felt like it would be a blast to try something new; I had been writing before this but it was nothing like this. When I published this story on this site, I was absolutely shocked. I kept getting email after email informing me of a new follower. This kept going on for weeks until it finally calmed. Truth to be told, this brought a tear to my eye. So thank you all for that. Truly. Though we writers and readers have a way with words, I am confident words cannot express the grattitude I have for you guys.

When I had written around a dozen chapters, I finally mustered the courage to begin a completely original story of my own. And that was also thanks to you guys and the support you have shown me. Thank you for that too. But never have I forgotten this story. Even though it might seem like it.

So as my thanks and apology, I have written this chapter. But I won't stop here. I will absolutely make sure to finish this story. More chapters will come. I truly hope you dear readers will enjoy this chapter, and know that I am eternally grateful.

Very happy reading! And feel free to let me know what you think :)

My heels clicked against the pavement. I felt the wind blowing past my ears, the air whistling. Alarms ringing behind me. My lungs burned and my breathing shallow and ragged. I shot a glance back and couldn't help but smirk. After all this time, becoming a terrorist and then member of an Elite Task Force. And still my stamina is still the same as teen-me during PE.

I shook my head. Widowmaker had already launched herself up in one of the rooftops near me. Many of the other Overwatch members had already taken cover.

Well, with many I mean everyone except for me. How the hell can they run so fast for so long? Is being an Olympic Athlete a requirement for a job in Overwatch?

I unholstered my own plasma pistol. I shot it a glance and then moved my gaze toward the hige rifle in the hands of Bapiste. I frowned. I dashed behind the closest wall I could find, still a small distance away from the frontline where the other 'Heroes' were sitting. I balled my free hand, digging crescent moons into the skin. Reaper had betrayed me. Sweat flowed on my cheeks. My, Widowmaker and Sombra our reputation would be shattered. No way there would be room for in a distrustful enviroment. And neither could we return to Talon. I shook the thought away of Doomfist slapping our butts like a father to his teenage son.

That is, if we even survive this.

I closed my eyes and let my mind flow into the surroundings. My cyborg brain activating. I detected the plasma pistol in my right hand and let the gun safety release and let it cock itself automatically. I opened my eyes. Glad that my powers hadn't left me like my calm and calculating mind.

Gunshots started echo through the empty air. Explosions rattled in the distance. Screams filled the sky. I heard numerous Overwatch heroes screaming out their catchphrases. This isn't a bloody game where people shoot each other for fun! One side of my lips curved into a half-smile. I peeked out of my cover and aimed my gun at the origin of the sounds. My cyborg consciousness alerting me of nearby electronic devices. I filtered them down on those that were moving. I squeezed the trigger and saw a few of the plasma blasts digging into the skulls of Talon soldiers. It didn't take long for them to overcome the surprise and launch a counter attack of their own, and I quickly saw my vision filled with pointed gun barrels and energy bolts. I leapt back behind cover, the bullets whizzing past me and scraping off small parts of the concrete wall. I closed my eyes and let my consciousness drift into cyber space. I constructed the ongoing battlefield in my mind through the countless electrical devices used by both sides. The Overwatch heroes were standing their ground well, with all electrical signals carried by them still moving so none had fallen yet. Still, they were hard pressed and didn't seem able to come out of their cover. On the other hand Talon ships kept coming as more and more Talon soldiers poured out, flooding the Watchpoint like an unbreakable tide.

"More soldiers than they have bullets, eh?" I said to myself with a grim smile on my face. While the Overwatch members might win this battle, there would no doubt be losses on their side. And one Overwatch member was worth over a hundred Talon grunts. After all, Talon grunts were often just mercenaries plucked from one of the thousands of ghettos. Expendable at best, worthless at worst.

"Hola," a playful voice said. "Now's not the-" I spun around, looking straight into the deep purple irises of my Latin American co-hacker. She once again had that smug smirk plastered on her face which never seemed to leave. I had begun to perceive it as a mask. I could feel her warm breathing from this close. She cocked her head, her lips curving even more. "You want a kiss or something?"

Perhaps it is due to having grown more mature due to the sheer amount of panic situations I have been through. Or simply because of my past interactions with Dva and Widowmaker. Or perhaps my cyborg enhancements also numbed it. But the usual anxiety in my stomach that came in these kinds of situations didn't come. I merely smiled back. "You would like that, wouldn't you?" I retorted. She arched her brows slightly but I ignored her as I continued on. "Do you know where Widowmaker is?"

"Aww, over me already..?"

"Don't play games with me now, Sombra. You and I both know that when this is all over, even if we killed thousands of Talon grunts and Overwatch wins this unscathed, the 'Heroes' will have our heads. No way they will trust us again after what Reyes did to 76."

"I know, E. That's why I came to see you.."

"..E?"

She puffed her cheeks and pouted. "I spent so much time making up that nickname.. don't tell me you don't like it?"

She always had a melodramatic nature, didn't she?

I shrugged as I picked up a familiar gunshot sound reverbrating in the air. I moved my gaze toward the origin and saw a smoking barrel of a sniper rifle peeking over a rooftop. "We need to get Amelie and get out of here," I said as I readied my pistol and scanned for ways to reach the rooftop.

"You looking for this?" she pulled out a small device and waved it around like a child would trying to show off her new toy. A Translocator. She then threw it toward the rooftop with a practised swing, watching it land smoothly. The firing of the Widow's rifle briefly stopped as the device landed, before it continued again. "Let's go," she said as she held out her gloved hand. Opening it and revealing her palm to me. I narrowed my eyes slightly.

"Will it hurt?"

"Hmmm. No idea."

"Haven't you used that thing thousands of times?"

"Never with anyone else, though. So in that regard," she winked, "Consider yourself special.."

"Oh I feel so priveleged to share such an intimate 1 second journey with a second rate hacker." I remarked with all the sarcasm I could muster and sent her a silent stare as I grabbed ahold of her hand. She smiled.

"Translocating'" she said as my surroundings immediately changed. I was on the rooftop. It was still shocking to experience it first hand.

And also quite nauseating. I blinked a few times as I had the urge to throw up. "You'll get used to it," Sombra said, not even making an attempt to hide her mischievous grin. I shook my head in slight frustration before I noticed Widowmaker laying on the floor, staring into her scope as she watched over the battlefield like a hawk. "And what brings you two to the Spider's Nest?" she said without looking up from her rifle.

"Ah Amelie," Sombra approached her casually as if in a bar instead of a battlefield. "E over here made quite the emotional plea about how we ought to escape with him on his White Horse-"

She stopped as she finally noticed the icy glare on my face. I opened my mouth to speak. "You must have noticed Widowmaker, how there is no place here for us Talon refugees now that Gabriel betrayed us. We have to escape while we still ca-" I stopped mid sentence as I saw the sniper hold up a finger. We stood still for a few seconds. I felt the wind blew past me and lifted my messy hair. The sounds of war from below felt so distant and faraway. It was almost peaceful from up here, as if watching an action movie in the cinema. I was knocked out of my train of thought by a sudden ring of a gunshot echoing through the sky. Smoke poured out of the long barrel of Widow's rifle.

"Alright, we waited three seconds for you. Who deserved such special attention from you Amelie?"

"..A Talon captain. I don't remember his name, but he was quite an annoyance during lunch breaks. Always trying to start a conversation.."

Note to self, leave her alone during lunch breaks lest you want a bullet in your brain.

Sombra merely shrugged nonchalantly as if hearing some gossip from freshmen she didn't know. "What now E?"

"We'll need transportation to get out of here," I said as I watched the long array of Talon transport ships lined up behind enemy lines. That would have made for an excellent plot in an action movie, running through enemy lines, miraculously dodging all bullets and figuring out how to fly a ship and send it flying away all the while under fire. Unfortunately, this was not an action movie and neither was I Rambo. Never understood the hype behind said movies.

"We'll have to retreat back into the Watchpoint and find an escape ship. Use it to disappear off the grid and then dispose of it to prevent being tracked. We need to do it now while the Overwatch members are busy."

"You heard him," Sombra said as she took a few steps and smiled. "See you there slowpokes," she winked again as she slowly vanished into thin air. I heard Widowmaker slowly rising up and put her rifle onto her shoulder. "Allons-y, mon ami," she said as she jumped off the rooftop snd gracefully landed onto the floor like a cat. She shot me an expectant look filled with amusement.

Did that experimental brainwashing treatment she was given make her a sadist? Or has she always been one?

I shuddered from the thought. Poor husband she must have had.

I walked over to the edge of the rooftop. I looked down at the slender figure downstairs waiting for me, her long blue hair fluttering in the wind like a flag. I scoffed as I continued walking along the edge and stepped onto a fire staircase and used that to climb down. I passed Widowmaker making sure to avoid making eye contact. Still, I could feel amusement radiating from her like a halo from an Angel. A piece of advice for the audience, make sure you decide beforehand whether leaping from a rooftop is worth impressing a girl for.

Hm. That might have been the first piece of (good) relationship advice I must have given.

The two of us rushed through the white corridors in the Watchpoint. We passed numerous small plants and posters dating back to the old days of Overwatch.

Propaganda trash. I would rather stare as Soviet propaganda.

We followed the arrows on the signs that pointed us to escape vessels. Our steps echoed throughout the hallway and I had to resist the sudden urge to call out "Echo!"

What's the point of growing up if you cannot be childish sometimes?

"We're here," the feminine voice said from next to me. We made a quick turn as we reached a bend in the hallway and were greeted by a double steel door.

Man, do I hate steel doors.

I slowly approached it, pistol drawn. I heard Amelie following me closely behind. I put my free hand onto the cold steel door and shot a glance at a code pad next to the door. It radiated a purple light. Sombra must have cracked it already. I pushed the doors open.

And boy, was my distrust in steel doors reawakened.

Before me was an enormous spacious room which was used as a docking bay. Dozens of vessels stood at attention with hundreds of iron and wooden crates littered around. However, what truly caught my eye was a figure clad in purple laying on her back, her eyes closed. Sombra. I traced my eyes up toward the figure standing above her, one of his shotguns pointed at her head. My teeth clenched. His skull mask gleaming menacingly under the LED lights. And next to him a tall bulk of a man stoof. If he had to be described in one word, "muscled" would do it. He stared at me with eyes brimming with confidence and determination. His right hand equipped with a massive golden cybernetic arm.

Akande Ogundimu. Doomfist. The Successor. The Chairman of Talon.

For the big boss himself to be here with Reaper. I balled my hands into fists. I heard Widowmaker next to me point her rifle at Reaper.

"That is enough," a heavily accented voice called out. It was Doomfist. His robotic arm opening and closing as if training its fingers. "The three of you betrayed Talon. Even though we took you in as comrades," his eyes narrowed. His eyes sent a chill down my spine. I tightened the grip on my gun.

"You and your 'conflict' and 'evolution' Doomfist. I might have agreed with you years back when I was still as cynical as a grizzled war veteran. But the things I have experienced the past few months.. they have a way of change a man," I shot a glance at Widow who met my glance with raised brows. "You and your organization are nothing but dessicated relics of a dead age. Though survival of the fittest has always been an ideal of mine, war is not the way. War has this funny quirk that millions of innocents die," I looked at the polished floor that showed my own face like a mirror and smiled. "Perhaps I wouldn't have cared in the past. But I made a promise," pointing at my brain. I shot Doomfist a glare of my own. Whereas his was brimming with energy, mune was as cold as a blizzard. "But now that we're talking about culling anyway. I do think the world would be better off with pest like you and your cult exterminated."

"You know not of what you speak," Doomist replied as he balled his own cybernetic arm.

Flexing like a real champion, huh. Charming.

"ENIGMA, was it? I don't expect a computer nerd as yourself to understand the conflict we fighters go through. I will show you what true strength is, geek."

I smirked. There was no greater compliment for me than being recognized for my talents like this. "Would a strong man as yourself fight someone weaker than you with such underhanded tactics?" I gestured toward the unconscious Sombra under Reaper's gun, "Or are you someone who doesn't enjoy a fair fight? Some warrior you are."

"Reyes. Can you confirm she is out cold?" Reaper nodded to Doomfist. "Then you get the blue girl," his gaze once again met mine. I felt beads of sweat dripping down my skin. "That guy is mine."

Reaper pointed his two shotguns as Widow, who took a step back and put on her red recon visors, covering her upper face. "Whatever you say Akande. Easy prey this time."

"Indeed, we had expected some Overwatch stragglers to come here when some would be ordered to defend the flanks. But really, to meet the three of you here is a bit underwhelming.."

"We'll see if you can still talk so highly after you lose your arm again!" I screamed as I dashed back, activating my cybernetic brain to turn off the lights. Darkness overflowed my vision and I could only make out the red visor glasses of Widowmaker. Reaper and her would not be restricted by my little trick as she could still see her targets through the visors while Reaper could just shoot at the red lights coming from Widow. On the other hand, Doomfist could only rely on sound now. I aimed my pistol at the electric pulse I could sense coming from his cybernetic arm and squeezed the trigger. Plasma blasts flew through the dark air and dug into Doomfist's torso, blood spilling out like water from a fountain.

At least, that is what should have happened.

Instead, they only pierced through empty air as they dug unto the walls. Not having time to realize what had happened, The electric signal rushed forward until it almost pressed against me. I felt a hard fist slamming into my cheek as if a boulder had fallen onto me. I crashed into the floor and I felt all the air in my lungs flow out in a single motion. The lights turned on again and revealed him standing while I lay sprawled on the floor.

"Cheap tricks like that won't save you. Now get up."

I slowly got up on my feet, an explosive pain still lingering in my cheek and a slight dizziness assaulting me. I couldn't help but sympathize with those who kept getting hit by Doomfist's Rocket Punch. Barely waiting for me to stand, he lunged forward, sparks of electricity coming off. I shot a few plasma blasts at him only to have them reflect harmlessly from holographic shields. He must have generated them through the punch. I let out a curse under my breath as I jumped onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the rocket punch. Displaced wind flew into my face as I landed onto the floor.

"I haven't even started!" Doomfist bellowed as he leapt into the air and was about to slam into me. I focused my mind onto his gauntlet. "I don't think so." The sparks that flew off his gauntlet abruptly stopped as if they had never been there and his jump lost momentum. Doomfist shot his gauntlet a confused look before recovering almost instantly as he landed onto his feet in front of me. He scoffed as I aimed my pistol at him and unleashed dozens of rounds. He used his gauntlet as a huge shield as he charged at me. He then pointed the knuckles of his other arm at me.

I always found it cheating that a mechanized brawler as himself had a shotgun in his other hand.

Wasting no time to hesitation I grabbed a crate next to me and threw it into the air in front of me. The shotgun blast from his knuckles crashed into the crate but didn't come out. I praised the Gods for whatever was in that crate. I turned around and ran, hearing Doomfist's heavy footsteps pounding after me. I felt like a lamb running from a lion. But I had a plan.

With that I meant an idea that might just result in my death.

As my enemy slowly closed in on me I had reached a war vessel. I pressed my hand against the cannon and breathed out, letting my mind wander into the digital wiring of the cannon. I ignored the approaching steps and opened my eyes, radiating green light as the barrel of the cannon followed my line of sight. A look of surprise appeared on Doomfist's face. The edges of my lips curved upward into a devious grin.

"Surprise motherfucker."

I sent a mental command to the gun and heard a thunderous clap come from the barrel as smoke poured out. The place where Doomfist had stood was now shrouded in smoke. I let go of the cannon and aimed my pistol at the smoke. Not taking any chances. I narrowed my eyes as I tried to make out what was inside the cloud of smoke.

"Not bad," a voice came from the smoke. I squeezed the trigger and sent blasts of energy fly into the smoke. "But that's as far as you'll go!" Doomfist rushed out of the smoke, the smoke parting for the Brawler as he rushed through it. His fist dug into my stomach as I flew backward, crashing into a bunch of wooden crates, cracking under the force of my fall. I coughed on my fist and noticed some red spots on it. I was coughing blood. My vision was distorted but I could make out the slowly approaching Doomfist. His golden gauntlet was in shambles, innumerable dents and scratches and sparks of electricity coming out. Not due to charging but due to damage. His entire body was blackened by ash and smoke and I could see thin streaks of blood on his body. He had blocked the cannon's shot which severely damaged his arm and sent shrapnel flying onto his body. Still, he seemed relatively fine compared to me.

"Fuck," I spat out as I leant my head against a crate. It was a nice try. I could hear distant gunfire from shotguns and automatic rifles. The fight between Widowmaker and Reaper still raged on. I realized the plasma pistol was no longer in my hand and darted my eyes around in an attempt to find it.

"Looking for this?" my assailant called out as he held my pistol in his gaunlet. Before I could muster a reply he closed the gauntlet and crushed the pistol. It completely broke up in many parts. I saw electrical wires and pistol parts fall onto the floor harmlessly, not a trace of it's deadly status left. But almost as if karma had returned to grace the world with its presence, the gauntlet stopped working before it could completely crush the pistol. Sparks blasted off and smoke poured out of the arm. Doomfist frowned. I let out a laugh that echoed through the entire docking station. The pistol did more damage to him when he destroyed it himself than when I had unleashed dozens of blasts at him. The irony of it all. I had lost all energy and just stared at the steel ceiling that reflected my face just like the floor. But just as I wanted to close my eyes, I could have sworn my face shook his head at me. I smiled back.

So my dear Scarlet twin, you haven't given up on me yet?

A hand grabbed my neck as it lifted me up in the air, my feet no longer able to touchthe ground. I looked down at Doomfist's face, his cockiness having left him and now replaced by grim determination. "Not bad at all," he said as his grip on my neck tightened. I struggled with my legs trying to kick him and my hands punching his arm. His gauntlet was dangling uselessly at his side.

Was this going to be the legacy of the great ENIGMA? Having destroyed the Doomfist gauntlet once more? I laughed at my own pathetic self. Not like this. Not after what I have been through, not after the upgrade I received and especially not because of those two. I shot a glance at Widowmaker who was struggling against Reaper's dual shotguns and at Sombra who was still laying motionless on the floor with only shallow breathing.

I closed my eyes and focused on detecting electrical devices. I noticed a comm in the air of Doomfist and smirked. I sent a mental command and Doomfist let out a horrifying scream as he loosened the grip around my neck and I fell back on the crates, gasping for air. Doomfist reached for his ear and pulled out a comm and crushed it underneath his foot. I had hacked into his comms and let it play a extremely loud screech. Ouch.

I pulled out my phone and flashed a grim smile. It was the one my sister Jess had given to me all that time ago. I would have to beg for forgiveness and ask for a new after this. I threw it at Doomfist who had regained his composure. He arched his brow and caught it with his free hand. He cocked his head and send me a confused look.

Gotcha

I mentally hacked into my own phone, my consciousness running along the internal wiring and software. I cursed myself for having made it so secure, but that was only a mild obstacle for this cybernetic mind which amplified my calculating power tenfold. I broke through my own firewalls and sent a simple command to it. Open every app on my phone and reset it at the same time. The phone started heating up rapidly and Doomfist sent it a confused look. I smirked mischieviously like a child about to pull of an elaborate prank. "Mess with the best and die like the rest."

The phone eploded in his hands. A huge plum of smoke blew into the air and a thunderclap weaved through the air. Doomfist let out a howl of pain as he dropped what had remained of the phone. Blood dripped off what remained of his hand. Almost all of his fingers were gone and those that remained were partly blasted off. That would take some time to fix even with cybernetic surgeons. He clutched his hand with his gauntlet and sent me a fiery glare. If glares could kill, I would have been dead already. "This is not over."

I still lay on the floor, grabbing my neck as I still had trouble breathing. "For once, you and I agree, Akane."

He turned around and walked away. "Reyes! We're leaving. Now," he said as more and more blood poured out of his hand and left a trail on the spotless floor. Doomfist leapt into the closest vessel and started closing the door. Reaper quickly joined him by flying through the closing door in his ghost form. I watched as their ship started up and flew away when the massive garage door of the docking station had opened up and disappear into the distance. The gunfire and explosions from the battle had also ended. Which meant the battle was over and they would begin looking for us. I cursed again as I struggled to get up but stopped as a shadow loomed over me. Widowmaker reached out her slim hand to me. It was much more befitting for it to be a hand of a noblelady, but it belonged to an assassin. I grabbed it and she helped me rise up to my feet. "Thanks Widowmaker,"I said but she only smiled at me.

"Call me Amelie."

I arched my brow in surprise but then smiled. "In that case, call me E."

"Isn't this a heartfelt reunion?" a playful voice came from behind me. Sombra was slowly rose up too as she sent us a smile, but however carefully she hid it, I noticed pain coming from behind it. As the three of us stood I heard distant echoes of footsteps approaching from the corridor we had used get here. Must be Overwatch. Sombra was the first to walk, a slight limp in her footsteps as she put her gloved hand against a door of a dropship and watched it open. "Open sesame," she murmured as she entered first. Widow and I followed closely behind. I crashed onto a couch in the corner of the dropship, heaving a deep sigh. Amelie grabbed a first aid kit and sat next to me, opening it. Sombra sat on the other side of the couch, putting her legs onto the table. The monitors in the dropship all radiated a purple light as the ship started and began to move. I looked out of the window and saw numerous Overwatch members pour into the docking station watching us leave. Many were spouting curses though they weren't in a position to chase us with many wounded.

But among them I saw a fellow gamer and hacker, Dva. Our gazes met. Instead of cursing me, she merely smiled and gave ma slight wave like a friend would. I shot back a grim grin. I looked back at the two fellow renegades next to me. One had started up purple holograms to toy with while Widow was grabbing the medical supplies she needed to tend to our wounds.

One never knows what tomorrow will bring. I balled my hand into a fist as I looked at a television monitor that showed a news broadcast. It documented about the recall of Overwatch and a panel of 'experts' discussing whether it was good or bad. They will never know the real and full story. Overwatch is an initiative brimming with hope, while Talon is a ruthless organization keeping the other in check. With neither side able to truly win and able to realize their utopia, a third power would have to rise.

I smirked at my reflection I saw in a mirror.

Tomorrow would be mine.

ENIGMA forever.

A/N: Damn. More than 5000 words already.. it was a blast to write this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did! I made sure to make tis chapter extra long. It should be more than double the length of the previous chapters. So like always, feel free to comment or even send me a DM! I am always welcome to your feedback. And like always, see you in the next chapter!