Old World Blues (Lori)

 A lone figure lay restrained upon a cold surgical table, thick leather straps and cold iron chains securing them firmly. Though Wainwright worked with Talon, he preferred to lurk within the bowels of his underground lair hidden in Alaska. After his new allies deployed some of his fiendish creations to keep Overwatch busy in Rome, he had been rewarded for his dark service. A victim, one which might provide him with some perverse sense of revenge. Clad all in black, his metal mask, black hat and black gloves hid any trace of the horrifically scarred body beneath. 

He stared down at the female figure, his human eye staring at her with unmatched loathing, his cybernetic red eye glowing fiercely. His breath came out in harsh rasps through his mask. In a sick parody of a magician, he pulled the white sheet off of a table to reveal all manner of surgical tools and several he designed himself for augmentation. 
Wainwright pioneered the way for many different bionic and cybernetic parts. "Shall we begin? I can replace your eyes if you would prefer? Limbs? Organs? Or I can take such thing." Wainwright grabbed a sharp surgical blade turning it around so that it glinted in the harsh lighting. One of his automatons approached the table, a buzzsaw attached to it's left hand as it stared down at his victim. 
"Don't move otherwise this will hurt more." He cautioned her. "Now where to begin... Oh and by the way this will probably sting for an eternity."