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As the doctor moved, a red dot would appear on his chest, than another, and another, until eventually a half dozen laser sight dots were on him. Then there would be the sound of boots on pavement as a battalion of soldiers in black armor surrounded him, guns trained on him. Then there was the click of heels. "My my doctor, you have been a hard man to find." A feminine voice chuckled as two of the soldiers side stepped to allow the leader of Talon to step into the circle. "Here we thought you were hiding in Alaska and suddenly we get reports of you down here and now you're terrorizing Hollywood? Here I thought the Hypocratic oath still meant something." Tamara said as she walked around the doctor. "So Dr. Wainright, I have an offer for you. It would appear that Jack Morrison is getting a team together and already his agents are being a thorn in the side of my operations. So, how would you like to get back at Overwatch again?" Tamara asked, smirking wickedly at the doctor.

He glared at the red dots that appeared on his chest, as if his hatred had the power to remove them. Doctor Wainwright stiffened at the sound of booted feet as soldiers glad in black surrounded him. "Oh?" The voice behind the mask sounded somewhat distorted by the metal, the words coming out in a harsh rasp. Wainwright holstered his massive pistol however kept his sword drawn.
"Not hiding! Working." He snarled almost as if the very idea of hiding offended him greatly. Wainwright spent his time in Alaska preparing to commence his revenge. This assault on Hollywood was nothing more than a message, one of vengeance, one of justice. Kill his family, well the world would suffer, would burn as a result.

"Only vengeance now means something to me." He snarled indicating to a body with the point of his sword. "These are responsible for the death of my family! It is my only purpose now to set the world aflame!" It was quite possible that he had been driven mad by grief and rage.
"Overwatch wishes to protect the people. The people who attacked me and my family! Left me for dead!" His good eye blazed with fury beyond all reason. "I will never protect them, never assist them as they turned against me, they tried to kill me! Killed my family! I was baptised in flame as I did not die! I will aid you in your conflict on one condition..." He paused from his righteous speech for a moment before saying. "You will help me find the monsters who did this to me, who murdered my family and let me have my revenge upon them." He sounded hungry for revenge and more than slightly mad.

Tamara stood there as Wainwright ranted, she had to admit. He was passionate about the work, but clearly a bit too crazy. "I see, however, is killing all of these civilians really going to help you? Or will it just get you higher on everyone's most wanted list." She said, snapping her fingers to one of her men who reached into a bag and pulled out a tablet. "Look at this, already report are flooding in about the lone mad man terrorizing through Hollywood. Just be lucky I managed to cut off all media and surveillance to the city already." She then flipped through to another page, and sighed. "You've managed to piss off everyone with this little stunt, I've got a lot of clean up ahead of me because of you now Wainwright. Oh well, shouldn't take too long... Now, as I was saying, you can keep killing civilians and hoping that Overwatch eventually notices and sends everything they have to stop you. Or, you can work a bit more behind the scenes to stop them. It might take a bit more time, however, I promise you, Overwatch will no longer exist and you'll have your revenge."

"Yes." He answered promptly. "It is mere mathematics I do not know the guilty party yet so therefore by terminating all I am sure to eventually destroy those responsible." A dark smile appeared behind the mask, his rage was up and he felt that his revenge should not nor never would be denied. "I... However should warn you my creations are roaming through the city... Far be it from me to strike alone." He chuckled, moving to sheath his sword. "This stunt is a message! And good! Let them hate! They deserve to be my enemy!"

For a moment he fell silent, the sound of his raspy breath coming in and out of the mask which he wore, his long fingers slowly clenching into tight fists. "Fine I will help you defeat Overwatch but when we find the monsters who murdered my family I will have justice and they will burn like I did." His one eye glittered wickedly as if he could already see the flames burning bright around the guilty party. It was his sole motivation, he cared not for money, for power, for romance, he desired only vengeance. He loved his wife and daughter so completely, so utterly that there was nothing left for him after their grizzly death, except for him to seek revenge upon their killers. Rage boiled through his blood, his every actions designed to ensure the destruction of the guilty party. In the confines of his secret laboratory in Alaska he worked tirelessly to forge horrors capable of bringing his own brand of insane justice to the world.
Wainwright did not know what he might do after he killed those who took everything from him, he never allowed himself to think beyond the one goal. In his lab, he even had one of his creations come find him every hour to speak one work to him. Revenge. It was so that for not even a second would he forget what he now needed to do.

Tamara raised her hand. "Oh we're well aware of your creations and they have already been apprehended and are being taken to HQ for storage until we need them." She smirked when he agreed to join her. "Excellent, we were hoping you'd agree. Especially since I had no intention of leaving here today without you doctor." She then held a hand up to an ear piece. "Yes, come in for drop off and extraction. Now." She said and then a humming could be heard as a large black ship appeared from a cloak and landed in the street behind them. A large door opened and several soldiers began to wheel something out on a cart as she led him onto the ship. "You're not the only one that's been busy doctor, though you see, I've been getting into the energy business. After Australia, people are desperate for a less...explosive fuel source. Well, one just so happens to exist, and when they replace their cores, someone needs to dispose of them, and that's where we come in. You might not want to look right out the window." Tamara said, taking command of the massive mobile base as the door closed and they took off, vanishing as they left the ground.

"Ma'm, we've reached a safe distance." One of the soldiers said, saluting Tamara who smirked and let out a slight chuckle.

"Excellent. You see Dr. Wainwright, while you were hoping to send a message, I feel that we here at Talon are able to send a louder one." She turned down to one of the soldiers at a console. "Initiate the detonation sequence." The soldier nodded and a mechanical voice began to count down from 30. When it hit 0 there was a brilliant flash for just a moment, and then the light faded and all that was left of the city of Los Angels and the surrounding area was leveled. A cloud of radiation hung in the air and began to spread out into the ocean and to other parts of the South-Western United states. "That, Dr. Wainwright, is how Talon signals it isn't messing around."

He frowned at her from behind his mask, the good doctor disliked the idea of his creations being captured and apprehended so easily. However Wainwright said nothing, he would need to improve his work in order to prevent others from capturing. He frowned as the ship descended from the heavens, it appeared eerily similar to the craft used by the hated Overwatch.
The wind wiped his duster around him giving the doctor a distinctly ghost like appearance. He boarded the craft in a brooding silence, his vengeance had been denied... Something he greatly disliked, but he would one day have justice.

The craft took off and he glanced at Tamara. "Oh? He questioned, his tone dark. His question was answered by the detonation of a nuclear device.
He growled quietly, letting out a soft chuckle. "They were supposed to suffer... Burn as I did... As my wife did and my baby girl... Yet a rapid fry will serve as a good starter." The former Overwatch agent said.

Tamara nodded as the ship continued it's ascent. "Yes, it also sends a message to the world. It'll let them know where the real power lies and that nothing they do can change that." As they broke through the cloud level they approached what looked almost like a massive floating city. "Welcome to the new Talon HQ. It's much easier to keep off the radar." She said as they landed in a massive hanger full of all manner of air craft. "We knew we would need to hide our tracks, especially once we learned that some dead Overwatch members weren't as dead as we thought." Several massive crates were being rolled out from other ships, full of Wainwright's creations. "So we took to the sky, from here we can keep an eye on everything and control our operations from here. You're creations will be taken care of and you have full say over where they are placed. If there's anything you need, just ask a soldier...or a bird." She said, motioning to a crow that was perched up on a rafter. "Welcome back to Talon Dr. Wainwright."

"Power? Tsk I care nothing for this power which you speak so highly of." He dismissed it as easily as one might a frustrating employee. He watched the floating city, his expression shielded by the mask which hid his face.
"I am certain a flying city will actually appear on the radar unless you have taken extreme measures to ensure it has a reduced signature? But alas even then you will still appear a craft of this side will be impossible to hide forever." At her mention of Overwatch members still living, he nodded slowly. Though he left before the fall of Overwatch, he was living proof that it's members could survive a lot.

"I need revenge and subjects." He growled, his creations were a horrific mixture of technology and organic components. Not to mention as this was Wainwright, he truly only desired and cared for achieving his vengeance. He did not care as to how many might be killed in the process, so long as in the end he had his revenge.
No one, no one kills his family and gets away with it. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, family for a family...

"My good Doctor, you clearly doubt what we're capable of. Money and power go a long way." Tamara chuckled, right as a passenger plane flew by. "It also helps that we have advanced stealth technology making us totally undetectable. If someone would fly into us, we have a field that warps them right to the other side." She said as a soldier came and handed her something. "Looks like I'm needed else where. One of my men will lead you down to our prison where you'll find all manner of test subjects." She snapped and a soldier ran over as she clicked away.

"Afternoon sir! I'm here to lead you down to the prison sir." The soldier said, saluting the doctor.