Paying Respects(Ana and Dad)

This new development brought her up short, she paused where she was, frozen for a long moment as though any sudden movement might set the woman off to carry out her threat.

She spread her empty hands at her sides and took a slow step forward, shooting Jack a look.

"Alright...I'm not doing anything...my hands are empty..." She spread them out a bit more so the woman would be certain, "Just...let him go, he's not who you're looking for..."

Maybe there was still a chance to do something, anything about this situation, but she wasn't willing to try anything, to risk his life, until that woman stepped away from him.

Jack was stopped dead in his tracks, he supposed he should have expected REinhardt to charge at them rather than slinking back with them...he wasn't really sure why he expected different. Well things had changed, he lowered his rifle slowly frowning and raising a brow. "...Ana..." he said lowly, but what choice did they have now?

He wasn't about to chose between his best friends, talon claimed Ana would be unharmed, though he didn't feel confident they'd keep that promise. They wanted the reaper back? Would they really do an even trade? This all felt slimey. The sooner they found Talon's base the better.

Tamara smirked. "I knew you'd come around." She said before dragging a finger across Reinhardt's face, leaving a light scratch that quickly filled Reinhardt's system with a cocktail of toxins. "Don't worry Agent Morrison and Ms. Amari, that one wasn't lethal." She said as Reinhardt collapsed, unconscious. "Cuff her." She said as soldier grabbed Ana's arms and bound her hands, leading her towards Tamara as the transport ship landed. The soldiers led Ana aboard and Tamara followed. "We'll see eachother again soon Agent Morrison." Tamara said chuckling as the door's closed and the ship ascended. Within minutes, all sign of Talon's presence was gone, save for the structural damage to the city. Slowly, Reinhardt rose, his whole body numb.

"Ana...I'm sorry...I'll get you back." He muttered, looking over at Jack. "What are we going to tell the others?"

As soon as the woman stepped away from Reinhardt she made a quick grab for her side arm with the sleep darts, the last thing she had to throw at the situation, but she wasn't fast enough...or they'd probably expected something of the sort anyway.

She'd gotten careless, they all had. It had been a while since she'd been up against an enemy she could not easily evade and it had left her overconfident. And now it left her in cuffs. She had no trust that they actually meant her no harm and silently braced herself for whatever lay ahead, and that this might be the last time she saw two of the people she cared about most. But at least they would live through it...she hoped. She could handle things happening to her, she didn't think she could live with herself if she got either of the other two killed.

Jack threw his rifle in a fit, angry enough he grabbed a table to toss as well it smashed on the ground. They'd done it again, they'd out smarted him, they'd been a step ahead, he'd been careless, foolish. He knew this wasn't going to be easy, it'd felt to calm. He went so far as to kick the pieces of table, pulling his visor off, half tempted to throw that as well. It'd been a while since he'd been this emotional about anything. He was just so angry. Reaper getting captured must have been some kind of ruse? Or maybe he figured they wouldn't notice?

He wasn't thinking straight, god did he hate that man and god did he hate Talon. So much hate it was just bubbling up as deeply repressed anger. "I don't know what we're going to tell them. I don't know what we're going to do, these pieces of shit are constantly a step ahead. They're just mocking me now, how did they know we'd be in Eichenwald? How did they know we'd captured Reaper? Why do they know so much more than I ever seem to? Why is a team of sociopathic assholes more effective right now than my team?" He rubbed his temple.

"We need to go, right now." He put his visor on and grabbed his rifle again, seemed it had faired the super soldiers rage pretty well. "Before I break anything else..."

Reinhardt sat in shock. Watching as the ship flew away with his wife while he was numbed to it all. Staggering to his feet he walked over to Jack. "We're getting her back." He said before staggering back towards the ship. "What are we going to tell the others...How will they take the news..." He said, not directed at Jack but just to say it. He collapsed into the seat of the ship. "We have to get her back...We have to Jack..." He then looked up at his superior. "We can't bring Fareeha into this. She can do what she likes with Helix, but she's not joining Overwatch...Not after this. Promise me you won't her know what happened to her mother, to all of us..."

Jack sat in intense silence, his jaw set as he listened to Reinhardt, of course they were getting her back. This wasn't a question of if, they were getting her back. He balled up his fists, and then realeased them, no you can't do that you'd depressurize the cabin. He took a deep breath. "I promised Ana I'd bring her family in, that I'd keep them safe..." he said softly after a while. "Fareeha is in danger, Helix won't be a match for Talon...and well Whiskey figured out pretty quickly what's being worked on there. Incredibly dangerous stuff, Talon is going to want it..." He ran a hand through his hair. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do or say yet..." He shook his head. "We'll figure it out.."

"No. Fareeha is strong, she's Ana's daughter. She has a team she can trust, people who are better trained than some of your recruits." Reinhardt said, glaring at Jack. "Jack, the best way to keep her safe is to keep her as far away from us as possible." He started to pace around the ship. "What if we just give him back. Just let them have Reaper back. Maybe they'll make the trade. Him for her...or maybe we just interrogate him. Beat the information about where Talon is out of him. There has to be something we can do to get her back...I just got her back and now she's gone again..."

"...she is, her mother would be proud; but...I promised Ana," he said and made a frustrated noise again. "Yes I know, I know the people we have aren't exactly Overwatch...I mean some of these people are barely old enough to drink or drive." He rubbed his forehead. "I wish that worked, but now he knows where our operations are, as much as I'd like to beat the info out of him, Gabe isn't exactly an open book." He growled a little at the back of his throat. "We're getting her back Reinhardt...I'll put our tech team to work day and night if I have to. I'm not going to let them just get away with this lightly." The ship was coming into Gibraltar.

"No! Ana may have told you one thing but I am Fareeha's father and I refuse to let you bring her into this mess. Fareeha is with a whole team who are far better trained and qualified than half of your new goons. You've taken in terrorists Jack, the man who destroyed a sizable chunk of Australia has free reign of the base!" Reinhardt shouted at Jack, getting up into his face. "Until we get Ana back, you aren't sending anyone to recruit my daughter Jack. Who knows what they're doing to Ana and I can't risk losing my whole family, I've already lost my wife twice." He said, holding back tears. "Please Jack...I don't want her to be a part of this. If she stays away from Overwatch she won't have as big of a target on her back... We kept her safe as a child, avoiding putting her in the light so that Talon wouldn't know about her and I'm not about to change that just because you want more soldiers to throw into the line of fire..." He collapsed to his knees, hands and head on the table. "Please Jack..."

JAck's fist clenched again. "I'm aware her team is better trained, I'm aware the people I've brought in are barely qualified to drive a damn semi, and I am aware what you both want, but what the hell do you expect? Winston sends out a recall, three original members show up, I brink in whatever help I bloody can so I'm sorry it's not the incredibly well funded and slick team we had 20 years ago;" He snapped back at Reinhardt, he was already in the sourest of moods now to add to this brow beating he was getting. "Fine! Reinhardt! Fine, do you want to run this team? Do you want to make these decisions, do you? Are you implying that some how I want to get everyone I know and love killed?" He rubbed his temples. "You think I want to throw Fareeha at the frontlines like some stock and lock canon fodder? When have I ever? Who the hell do you think I am? I just...I knew Ana and McCree would be there with me...I just wanted to give Ana that piece of mind...and Fareeha always dreamed of joining Overwatch."

He took a deep breath. "Reinhardt...I'm doing everything I can, they're always steps ahead of me...I've brought in the best of the underground not because I have some love of their actions but because they're the only ones who can help at this point. Whiskey has money and brains, Junkrat and Roadhog have the fire power, McCree and Ana are the best shots I've ever known the rest of you all are some of the best people I've ever worked it...who else and what else can I do?" He put his face in his hands. "I'm sorry, this is my fault, all of it has been my fault...I'm just trying to fix all of this."

Reinhardt slowly rose as Jack shouted and when he stopped, Reinhardt clocked him in the jaw. "Overwatch was always your baby Jack. From the beginning and I would follow you to the gates of Hell and back...but Fareeha's my little girl..." He said, chocking back the tears. "You don't know what it's like Jack...to have a child. To watch them grow and succeed, and live. You don't know what it's like to think of them getting hurt. I didn't want her to join Helix but I couldn't stop her, she didn't know I was her father and she still doesn't. I'm one of your original agents Jack, and if that gives me anything, it's that I would like to veto bringing Fareeha into Overwatch, not until we know more and have Ana back."

Jack held his jaw. "Hit me again Reinhardt and so help me," he snapped as he rose to his feet. "Fine. Reinhardt, fine whatever you want; I don't..." He was going to say he didn't care but that was entirely a lie, he cared a great deal. It'd been a famile at Overwatch, Ana bringing Fareeha around teaching her how to fight, everyone had loved her. The old soldier closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine. But at the same time you don't know what this is like Reinhardt, you don't know what I've been through..." He stepped off the transport with his rifle slung over his shoulder, he was exhausted.