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"Wait, wait, let me just get something clear." Widow said. "You're mad at McCree for not telling you something he was told not to tell anyone?"

Ashe blinked. Now that she thought about it, that was pretty much the gist of the long ass story she had spent the better part of an hour telling. "Well, if you put it like that, kinda. But-"

"But nothing. This whole grudge you have against McCree is because of your pettiness." Widow cut Ashe off. "Aside from the whole trying to kill each other, that is, but you two seemed to get over it."

"Its not that simple, Amelie."

Widow scoffed. "Bullshit." She said. "That Rosita person was right. You can't blame McCree for what he did. Hell, you can't even blame Taylor. You were all in a tough situation and did what you had to do. In fact, the way I see it, you're the only one who's still not over that shit. Even McCree is trying to start over with you and you won't let him because you're acting like a child."

Ashe pouted. "That's a bit harsh."

"Do I look like I'm known for being nice?" Widow asked. "Ask anyone here and they'll give you the same answer. Put away that fragile pride of yours for once and just make up with the man already. Maybe that will give what's rest of our lives some meaning before Zeigler comes knocking."

"I can't just walk up to him explain why I'm still mad at him."

Widow sat up. "Why not? I visit my late husband's grave every now and then and I'm the one who fucking killed him. If I can learn to live with that, you can tell a man you finally let go of a stupid grudge."

Wow, that was fucking dark. "You're different." Ashe said. "For one, it wasn't your fault."

"It wasn't yours either." Widow countered. "No one was at fault in your case. Hell, I'm surprised there is even something to apologize for, much less why its so fucking hard for you to do."

Ashe clenched her fists just thinking about the conversation she'll eventually have to have with McCree. "Like I said, its not that easy."

"Yeah, because you're making it harder than it has to be." Widow said, standing up and grabbing Ashe. "Here, let me make it easier for you."

Before Ashe could say anything, Widow easily lifted her and all but threw her out of their room and locked the door behind her. "There you go." She said through the door. "I'm not letting you in until you have everything sorted out with him."

"The fuck?" Ashe spat as she got up and banged on the door. "What are you doing Amelie?"

"Helping you." She said. "I never thought I'd care this much about your relationship, to be honest, but I'm bored. And I'm also stronger than you, so don't bother trying to get back in because even if you do, I'll just throw you back out."

"You don't even have a way of knowing whether or not I actually did it."

"I can tell when you're lying." Widow said. "So yes, I do have a way of knowing. Now go."

Ashe dusted herself off. If that was how Widow wanted to play, then so be it. She'll just spend her time elsewhere. At least, that's what she confidently told herself, before realizing she didn't have anywhere to go. She wasn't exactly comfortable with spending time with any of the Overwatch agents, and she was sure they felt the same way. There were the people of Talon, but they had their own issues.

Reaper was always anti-social, even more so now that they lost Moira. Doomfist was still in the medbay after their last venture, and Sombra was there with him since she was trying to get with that one medic they had. There were always the Australians, who were nice enough, but with how big one of them was, she doubted they had any space for her in their room.

Then it hit her, if she was going to spend time with someone, it was going to be the one who has always been with her. Offering a silent apology to Roadhog for remembering Bob because of how big he was, she then made her way to the armory, where one of the stiffs had mentioned he was being held at. If she recalled the area correctly, her room shouldn't be that far from there.

Sure enough, she was right, and she found herself approaching the room she was looking for. As she got nearer though, she felt the metal sleeve she was wearing vibrate.

"Miss Ashe, you are approaching an area that is off limits for Talon members." It had told her. "Please turn back or you will be sedated."

Figures. She was naïve to think she had that much freedom. "Come on, I just want to see my omnic."

"I merely enforce the guidelines that were set for you. If you have any concerns, please talk to your handler."

So that's what they called them. Off the top of her head, the two people most likely to be the ones handling them were McCree and Echo, but no matter how nice she was to them, Ashe felt that Echo doesn't fully trust them yet. She didn't want to push it too far, so she wasn't an option. That means that there was only-

"McCree?" Ashe found herself staring at his dumbass cowboy hat peeking through the window. She tapped on the window and it turned around to face her. "Hey McCree!"

"Ashe? What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to-, actually can you let me in? Its kind of hard to talk to you through the window."

McCree hesitated, but he surprisingly allowed her. "Hey Athena, let Ashe in will you? If anyone asks who authorized it, tell them it was Jesse McCree."

"Understood."

Ashe waited for a few seconds before stepping inside with her fists clenched. When nothing happened, she finally allowed herself to relax.

"So, what are you doing here?" she asked McCree, even though he had more right to be there than her, and yet he was still a bit flustered.

"Yeah, I kinda wanted to talk to Bob." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You…why?"

"Had a lot on my mind lately. I mean, who doesn't, right?" McCree said. "I just needed someone to talk to, even if he can't talk back."

"I take it that he wasn't your first choice."

"Well, everyone else was busy, Fareeha is still grieving her mother, which I totally get, and Echo, bless that woman's heart, I have told way too many of my problems already, so I didn't want to bother her with more."

"So you decided to use my omnic." Ashe said. "Gotcha."

"Hey, there was a time when he saw me as his master too."

Ashe raised an eyebrow at him. "Really now? Does it look like now is the time?"

"Might as well be. He didn't seem too bothered to see me."

Ashe sighed. "Fine then. So what's been bothering you?"

"The usual." McCree shrugged. "Pretty much what's been bothering everyone else."

"So no need to ask then."

McCree shook his head. "Not really." He said. "What about you, then? What's on your mind?"

"What makes you so sure I have something on my mind?"

"I mean, I only learned to use Bob as a therapist from you, so I just assumed."

"I just came to see him, that's all."

McCree looked at Ashe. "Ok then, nothing wrong with that." He said. "You know, I actually-"

"I lied." Ashe cut him off. "There's actually something bothering me."

"Oh, ok." McCree thought it was odd she called herself out so quickly, but went along anyway. "My ears are open."

Ashe sighed. She was doing this after all. "Remember the time that Taylor left? When we first found out?" She asked. "I didn't take it well and I took it out on you, and I never really apologized for it. That wasn't fair of me. Hell, the reason our relationship is like this is mostly because of me doing that. I blamed you for joining Overwatch, even though you had no choice. You don't deserve any of that and I just…I'm really sorry. I know it doesn't make up for anything but-"

"Elizabeth." McCree smiled at her. "Its fine."

"Elizabeth." Ashe repeated. "Damn, I haven't heard that name in a while. It was always just Ashe. Or boss. Or bitch."

McCree chuckled. "What about 'Liza, then?"

"Come on, you know you're the only one I allowed to use that name."

Ashe hadn't realized what she had said before its too late, and McCree smirked at her. "Does that mean I can start calling you that again?"

She didn't want to admit it, but she actually wanted that. "Why the fuck are you asking permission?"

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"Fine. I'm calling you Jesse again, then."

"Yeah, you'd like that don't you, 'Liza?"

"Oh fuck you." Ashe said, watching as McCree chuckled. She still thinks that Widow was a bitch for doing this, but she was glad she got this chance. This was easier than she thought it was going to be.

If she was going to have it her way, she'd stay with McCree for as long as she was allowed. Not even because she had more things to talk about, she just wanted to be with him there. With that huge weight off their shoulders, it was almost as if there was the smallest chance things could go back to the way they were before. Of course, things didn't go her way. At least not if Echo had something to do with it.

"Jesse, why did you let her in here?" Echo asked as she poked her head through the armory door. "You know this place is off limits for them, right?"

"She just wanted to see Bob, Echo."

"Well she already did." Echo said. "Ashe, I'm sorry but you're going to have to leave."

Ashe was surprised she was nice to her even now. She couldn't refuse her request, now could she? "Fair enough. I'm not supposed to be here anyway."

"Thank you." Echo said. "I'll walk you to your room. McCree, I'll have a word with you after."

McCree waved a hand, both to acknowledge Echo and say goodbye to Ashe and the two of them left. If she were being honest, Ashe wanted to be alone for now so she could be giddy without being judged, but with what she just did, she understood why Echo would want to keep an eye on her. Or at least, that's what she thought.

"Actually Ashe, do you have a moment?" Echo asked her out of the blue. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Yeah, why not. It was the least she could do for her. "Sure. What is it?"

"Not here." Echo said. "Let's go somewhere quiet."

Just like that, Ashe found herself leaning on a railing of the balcony of Echo's room that gave her a great view of Gibraltar's night sky. If she wasn't nervous about what it was that Echo brought her there for, she'd be pretty relaxed by the sight before her eyes.

"So, you made up with Jesse." Echo finally said, which surprised Ashe since she wasn't expecting that to be what she wanted to talk about.

"Uh, yeah, how'd you know?"

"Athena told me you were in the armory so I checked the footage. Sorry for snooping."

Ashe shrugged. "There was nothing worth hiding in our conversation. I just wasn't expecting to be heard."

"Yeah, well, the thing is…do you still have feelings for him?"

Ok, this was definitely not what she was expecting. "I'll be honest with you, I'm not really sure. With how things are right now, I haven't really been giving it much thought. What made you ask?"

"I just, I was curious."

Ashe saw Echo's cheeks glow a deeper shade of blue than the rest of her face and realized what this was about. "Echo, you like him too, don't you?" she asked. "Oh yeah, Sombra told me that your creator had a thing for Jesse back then."

"That bitch." Echo said. "Yeah, Mina did have a thing for Jesse, so I was already interested, but after spending all that time with him, I had my own reasons to like Jesse. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but you experienced being his lover so…"

Oh right. Everyone knows about that now. "Do you…plan on doing anything?"

"Right now, of course not." Echo said. "I mean, he just lost his fiancee so that'd be a dick move. When all of this is over though, I'm not so sure. We're pretty close already, but I don't know if he likes me that way. Hell, I don't know if getting with an omnic is even something he's thought about."

"Hey, AI has come a long way you know." Ashe said. "With most of them developing a personality the same way people do, human-omnic relationships are getting more and more normalized. Hell, if you ask me, the only difference between getting with an omnic and getting with another human is that you can't…you know."

Echo's blush got even worse. "Hey, I'll have you know Mina was very thorough. She wanted me to be as human as possible."

Ashe didn't like where this was going. "Wait, does this mean you have-"

"Yup."

"And you can-"

"Mhmmm."

She didn't want to admit it, but she struggled with not stealing a glance between Echo's legs a lot more than she should've.

"I'm not showing you, if that's what you were thinking."

Ashe gulped. "Right, of course." She said nervously, and Echo suddenly laughed.

"What the fuck am I doing?" she asked herself. "I just took a prisoner and told her I liked her ex, and that I can experience the same pleasure a human can."

Ashe laughed as well. "You know something, we never officially broke up." She said. "Then I suddenly find out he's engaged. Any other time, and I would've been pissed."

"You're still his girlfriend then? Twenty years later?" Echo said. "This was going to be harder than I thought then."

"I have no intention of competing with you, girl."

"Afraid you'll lose?" Echo teased.

"Afraid I'll beat you so hard you'll give up on love." Ashe shot back, and Echo chuckled.

"As fucked up as it sounds Ashe, we're going to get a long very well." Echo said. "Hopefully even after all this is over."

Oh yeah, that's right. There was still the issue of what happens to her when this is all over. Although her being lucky enough to stay alive until the end was a pretty big assumption, since being dead meant she no longer had to deal with all her shit, she was more nervous about actually being alive by the end.

Talon was definitely gone by then. Despite their cooperation right now, there was no way they'd just be allowed to be free after all this, so staying with them was clearly not an option. There was always her old gang, who despite the appeal of their manpower was one of her main selling points to Talon, were never really involved in any of this, so they were definitely still going to be around by the end.

The question was, did she want to go back?

If she were being honest, with the only deadlock members she actually had close ties with being long gone, the only reason she stayed with them this long was because of their shared desire for money, which now that she went through everything that she did, seemed very trivial to her now, she doesn't have much reason to go lead them again. Its not like the gang would fall apart without her, so if she wanted to, she could just not go back. They'll assume she's dead and she can start over.

But where would she go? She never thought this day would come, but she actually appreciated how welcoming Overwatch, a law enforcement agency, was to her, even of it was just professional courtesy. She didn't exactly want to join per se, but if this was where she would end up, she wouldn't be complaining. Of course, there would be the struggle of having to learn to work with the type of people she was used to fighting, but hey it worked for McCree, and look where he was now.

"Hey Echo." Ashe said. "What happens to me after this?"

Echo looked at Ashe like she was expecting this question the minute they joined them. Hell she probably was. "Well, before they were gone, Ana and Jack showed that they never had any intention of killing the remaining Talon members, so there's that."

"I was never really a part of Talon, though."

"Yeah, that is true too." Echo said. "Best case for you and those two Australians is that your previous actions be looked at and be punished based on that. With special consideration to make sure you are thanked for your help, of course."

"So you'll be giving us all a second chance?" Ashe asked. "Like how you did with Jesse?"

"Well, no promises, but we'll see what happens."

"If ever," Ashe said before she could stop herself. "is there ever room for a second deadlock member in Overwatch?"

Echo looked at Ashe, reasonably surprised, and looked for any hint that she was just kidding. Shockingly enough, she was dead serious. "Oh, Ashe I don't have the authority to-"

Before Echo could finish her answer, the metal sleeve Ashe was wearing started beeping as the needles prepared to inject the drug from the vials into her bloodstream. "Breach of restriction detected. You will be sedated in three…two…"

"Athena, cancel sedation." Echo said before it could go through with it. Ashe held her breath, watching as the needles return to where they were before they threatened to stab her.

"What the hell? I'm literally next to my handler, what restriction could I have possibly breached?"

"You didn't, but your friends may have. For security, they wanted all of you to be knocked out even if just one person breaks any of the rules." Echo said, before calling out to Athena. "Where are the other members of Talon right now?"

After a few seconds, Echo was answered. "Two are at the medbay, the rest are at their dorms."

"That's where they've always been at." Ashe said. "They couldn't have broken any restrictions."

Echo thought about it for a bit. "The perimeter set around Gibraltar wasn't just for you." She said. "If anyone were to go through it and they weren't authorized, that would count as a breach."

"You mean to tell we'd get knocked out cold if someone you don't know walks in?"

"That's highly unlikely." Echo said. "There are no civilians in the area and we've authorized nearly everyone that is. The only way that would trigger was if…"

Echo didn't finish her thought. She didn't need to.

"There's no way, right?" Ashe asked, but was not given the reassurance she hoped she'd get.

Instead, Echo just went over to her computer, pulled up a window for the camera at the front entrance, and sure enough, Mercy was staring right at them.

Standing on the catwalk that looked over the main gate was everyone who were able bodied enough for a fight, both Talon and Overwatch a like, all with their weapons trained at the lone woman standing in front of them. Said woman, however, just stared at them as if they were the ones inconveniencing her.

"That's far enough Ziegler." Torbjorn yelled.

"I just want to talk." Mercy responded. "I'm not here for a fight."

"Step closer and that's exactly what you'll get." Reaper joined in. "We can hear you clearly from there. Say your peace then get the fuck out."

Even from that distance, they could all see Mercy's frustration. If she hasn't given up by now, it must have really been important. Hell, she could take all of them right now if she wanted to, and yet she was actually patient.

"I'm…not her right now." Mercy reluctantly said.

"You mean to tell us you're actually Angela?" McCree asked. "You actually expect us to believe that bullshit?"

"Hearing that from you hurts a lot more, Jesse, but I don't blame you. I know it may be hard to believe, but it really is me." Mercy said. "I don't know how I got control back, nor how long I'll have it, that's why I went here as soon as I could."

"And what were you hoping to achieve with that? You're out of your damn mind if you think we're letting you inside."

Mercy shook her head. "That's not what I came here for."

"Then what do you want?"

"To help." Mercy said. "And I know you can't afford to not listen to me at the very least, so I'm telling you all I know right now."

"That seems awfully nice of you." McCree said. "With everything you've done though, you can't exactly blame us for being skeptical."

"Then give me a chance to prove myself. If it turns out legit, then the same goes for everything else I say."

Torbjorn lowered his gun. "Fair enough. We can't afford to miss this opportunity." He said. "You're going to need to do something huge to convince us though."

"Torbjorn-"

"She's right." Reaper said. "We need all the help we can get right now. At least give it a chance."

Despite everything, Reaper subconsciously took the leadership role again and everyone else followed him. Especially now that Ana and Soldier were dead, everyone desperately needed someone to lead them, and who better than the last remaining member of the original trio that did just that back in the golden days. Even if that person was someone like Reaper.

Everyone lowered their weapons and Mercy finally got to speak. "I'm giving you something easy to verify. I know where Ana is."

"Bullshit!" Pharah yelled from behind the others. "You already killed her!"

"There was a reason you never saw a body Fareeha." Mercy said. "She is very much alive. Ask Reyes, he can vouch for me. I know he saw what went down."

They all turned to Reaper, who took a second before nodding. "She's telling the truth."

"What! You told me she was-"

"Now's not the time Fareeha. We'll talk later." Reaper said, very clearly uncomfortable at the thought of having to have that conversation later. "Continue, Ziegler."

"Ana's at the old Swiss headquarters. She's being kept alive by the medical facility there since it wasn't that badly damaged. Its not as heavily guarded though. You may have to deal with a handful of OR-15 units at most."

Reaper took note of this. "We'll send a strike team there. If we find her, that means everything else you say is legit, right?"

Mercy nodded. "That was my condition, yes." She said.

"Alright then, what else do you have to say about the other Ziegler?" McCree asked.

"As of right now, she's about to stage attacks at monuments that are important to human-omnic relations to make it look like the omnics are turning on humans again." Mercy said. "She'll wait until there is civil unrest, then attack all the major cities since the police and military will be too busy trying to calm everything down."

"What's she planning on attacking first?" Torbjorn asked.

"There's no order." Mercy said. "She has enough omnics to attack every one of them at the same time, and that's what she's planning on doing tomorrow at noon, when there are the most number of people."

"That's less than eighteen hours from now."

"I suggest you get moving then." Mercy said. "Hell, I'll be going now too. I don't know how long I'll be in control and I don't want to find out while I' still here. I really do hope you believe me, it's the least I could do to help seeing as how I'm the one who did all this."

"Wait!" McCree yelled just as Mercy was about to turn into smoke and get taken by the wind. "What happens to you after all this?"

Mercy shrugged. "The only reason I'm here right now is because of her. Let's say you do take her down, I'd just go down with her." She said. "Which I'm fine with, I don't want to live this kind of life anyway. If you ask me, I should've just stayed dead."

"You really mean that?"

She smiled at all of them. "Of course." She said. "Good luck."

"Why did you tell me my mother was dead if she wasn't?" Pharah demanded.

"You weren't there, kid." Reaper said. "With what Ziegler did, she was better off that way, and you were better off believing that."

"And who are you to say that?"

"What Ziegler did to Ana, it was what we did to her that turned her into how she is now." Reaper said. "Do you want to see your mother like that?"

"I just wanted to know the truth about what happened to her." Pharah said. "I already thought she died before, I don't want that to happen again."

Reaper hesitated for a second. "Well, you'll find out in a bit anyway, so no point in arguing now." He said. "We need to focus on our main problem."

"Main problem?"

"We don't have enough people." Reaper said. "Each target can only have three people headed there, at best."

"There's also the time constraint." Winston pitched in. "The time it would take for Fareeha to check on Ana, report back to us, and for us to head to the targets, we would be cutting it close, even if the ships are running on hyperdrive."

"We could head there now and just wait for Fareeha's word." Reinhardt suggested.

Reaper thought about it for a second before shaking his head. "No. Its too dangerous. If Ziegler was lying, she could have an ambush waiting for us way before we even get close. We have no choice but to stay here and wait."

"And if she has a trap waiting for the people going to get Ana?"

"That's a risk we have to take. We don't have a choice." Reaper said. "If she was telling the truth, we don't have time to waste on thinking about this."

"Then why are we still talking about it?" Pharah asked. "I should've flew off as soon as Ziegler finished speaking."

"You're not going to make it on your own. You can't fly that far."

"Then give me a ship. Hell, do everything you need already so I can go get my mother back."

Torbjorn got up and threw a keycard to Pharah. "Your gear is in the armory, and so should the keys to one of the jump ships. Take Brigitte with you, and…" Torbjorn scanned the remaining Talon members before setting his eyes on Ashe. "…her. Take her too."

Ashe was about to get up when Pharah protested against it. "The two of us are fine, we don't need her."

"Take her with you, or I'm sending a different strike team."

Deciding the time constraint made arguing a bad idea, Pharah caved in. After calling for Brigitte, she turned to Ashe. "Wheels up in twenty. If you're late, I'm leaving you on the tarmac."

The two of them stormed out of the meeting hall, with Ashe following shortly. She swung by her room to grab a few necessities before heading to the locker rooms to get into a get up that was appropriate for what they were about to do. Peeling her clothes off and stepping into the shower stall that had this neat feature of giving her all the benefits of a full shower in less than a few minutes. Say what she will about Overwatch, but not only did they know what their agents might need, they also know how to give it in the most efficient way possible.

After being blasted by water, soap and air from every direction in a very short amount of time, she stepped out of the stall, to be met by one Jesse McCree leaning by the lockers and waiting for her.

"You know this is the women's locker room, right?" she asked, though made no effort to cover herself up. After making up, she felt oddly very comfortable around him. Besides, after everything they've done together, this exchange was as mild as holding hands. And she also didn't have time to be embarrassed.

"Sorry, but if I missed you now, I wouldn't be able to tell you this before you leave."

"That important?" Ashe asked as she got dressed.

McCree nodded. "I need you to take care of Fareeha while you're out there." He said. "She's too close to this to function properly."

"Jesse, you know why they're bringing me too, right?" Ashe asked. "If it comes down to that, its going to be very hard for me to do what you're asking from me."

"I know." McCree said. "I just need you to make sure she makes it long enough to get back here."

Ashe sighed. "I can't promise you anything, but I'll do my best."

"That's more than enough." McCree smiled. "Thanks."

Ashe slugged McCree on the arm as she finished dressing herself. "Worry about keeping yourself safe, now that I'm not there to protect you."

McCree slugged her back. "Very funny, jackass." He sneered. "Good luck out there."

He offered her a fist bump. The same fist bump he offered whenever they were about to do a job. The fist bump she always accepted. "You too."

As he left the locker room, he offered one last comment. One that would make Ashe throw a shampoo bottle at him from embarrassment.

"Nice to see you still like it clean shaven down there."

"Pervert!"

After hastily getting dressed, Ashe reached the hangar just a little under five minutes early, and despite thinking that she still made good time, Pharah was still mad at her for taking too long. Whatever, she'd still complain no matter how quick she was so no point in being upset over it. The three of them stepped inside the waiting jump ship, and some of Pharah's reasonable bitchyness went away when they were finally in the air.

With Pharah behind the wheel and the seat next to her empty, Ashe was about to call shotgun when the other person with them who she forgot the name to stopped her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

She was probably right, but for some reason Ashe felt like she had to do this. "I just have a few things to say to her."

Giving the woman no time to react, Ashe walked up to the cockpit and sat herself down to the pilot. "Hey Fareeha," she began. "I get how upset you might be right now, but I think its best you calm down. I could tell from fighting her and with her that your mother is strong. She's going to be alr-"

"Did Jesse put you up to this?"

"Uh, kinda." Ashe admitted. "But I really do mean what I said."

Pharah sighed. "Look, I appreciate the gesture, I really do, but I'm not in the mood to talk right now so if its all the same to you, can you leave me alone?"

Well that went just like she expected. "Gotcha. I'll be in the back then."

"Please."

As if her walk of shame couldn't get any worse, she was met with her other companion that was just dying to say I told you so. Rolling her eyes, she sat next to her, ready to hear those words.

"I told you so."

"I get it." Ashe said.

"Don't take it personally. Fareeha is usually kind, right now is just a special exception given the circumstances."

Ashe nodded along as she stared at Pharah from behind. "Hey, what's your name?"

"Brigitte."

"Ok then Brigitte, tell me something. What exactly is your relationship with her?"

Ashe saw Brigitte get flustered and she got a pretty good idea what the answer was. "I'm her girlfriend. Why do you want to know?"

"Shit. That makes it harder for me then." Ashe said. "Do you know why I'm here, Brigitte?

"An extra set of hands?"

Ashe shook her head. "No, any agent from Overwatch could've been used for that." She said. "No, I'm here because I have no personal ties to Ana."

Brigitte gave it a thought, and it did make sense. "So you'd be able to do what we can't, right?"

"Yeah. I realized that the moment I was chosen to go with you. Fareeha probably did too, which would explain why she didn't want me here." Ashe said. "If what Reyes saw was right, then I might have to do something Fareeha wouldn't like."

"She'd understand."

"We don't know that for sure yet." Ashe said. "Right now, I need to know who you would help if it comes down to that. I need to know how many people I need to fight."

Brigitte wanted to answer, she really did, but she couldn't. Helping Ashe would be the most logical in this situation, but there was no telling how far Pharah would go to protect her mother, nor how far Ashe was willing to take things to get her task done.

Ashe sighed, getting even more discouraged than she already was. "Looks like I'll just have to find out then."