"Well! Well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Jesse said as he circled a captured Talon captain from yesterday's raid. The detainee's hands and legs were bound with hard light shackles tethered to a bolted metal chair he was sitting on.

The captain's vitals were monitored closely by ATHENA, so they would know whether he was lying or could only take so much punishment before dying.

The prisoner remained silent, but ATHENA noticed an increase in his heart rate.

Genji silently stood in the corner, arms crossed and leaning to the wall, rolling his shurikens between his fingers.

"Look partner." Jesse lighted his cigar. "We don't wanna be here, and you don't wanna be here. So why don't we all just co-operate and all will be mighty fine come Christmas. So whaddaya say?"

"You might as well just kill me," the operative replied. "I'm dead anyway."

"Huh, that so?" Jesse puffed out a cloud of smoke. "But whaddaya say if we can...change all that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y'know, you can work for us. Steady pay, good food, and all the fun stuff. IF you wanna co-operate."

"And if I refuse?"

"Well, you are free to leave. AFTER, we wipe your memory clean. Both are fresh starts if you ask me. So, pick your choice partner."

While the interrogations continued at the holding cells, both human and omnic personnel worked in tandem to repair the damages from yesterday's skirmish. But this time, the Equestrians also joined their efforts, and thus causing the repairs to be more effective and efficient compared to their previous session.

Their magics proved to be immensely helpful in the reparations, restoring a lot of debris to their proper form while those which cannot be salvaged were loaded to hovercarts and hauled away. Those who haven't came into contact with the Equestrians were anxious by their presence and seeing their abilities didn't make it any better. But most of them were thankful that their jobs were done rapidly. For the Equestrians, after being briefed about what happened yesterday and who caused all the ruckus they were also thankful of not landing on the wrong side of the faction.

All except for Fizzlepop who observed their work from a distance with a deep frown on her face. She wished that she could help, that her horn was intact and not broken. She tried asking Torbjörn if there were anything else that could be done, only to be turned down by him. The carts in this world were mechanized with devices which cause them to float above the ground, commandeered by machines to move around. Plus they were incredibly large and absurdly heavy, making it impossible for her to help with manual labor.

"Someone doesn't look too happy today," Edward said, shouldering his Rocket Hammer. "Fizzlepop, yes?"

Fizzlepop snapped from her muse and mustered the best smile she could give, albeit she was certain the body language was very awkward. Thankfully the human didn't seem to notice, or at least chose not to say anything about it.

"Uhuh, that's me. Edward right? Angela told me that you carried my unconscious flank to the recovery room last night. Thank you for that."

"Ah it's nothing. You're as light as a feather." Edward chuckled, his voice came out rather gravelly than usual due to the voice processor in his helmet. "If I may ask, why the long face?"

Fizzlepop looked at him with a confused stare. Edward was just as baffled when suddenly something clicked in his mind, a realization which caused his face to heat up in embarrassment.

"Ohmein Gott, I truly apologize. I didn't mean to mock you or anything.Mein GottI am terrible at these, I meant to ask why are you looking so upset."

"Don't you worry I'm not mad, but I must say I am not familiar with that expression and thus your reason of apology."

"You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. It's because you Equines have elongated faces, and I am afraid by asking you that, I have truly made you upset whereas my intention is to help you."

Fizzlepop smiled sadly, her eyes fell to the floor. "I don't think anypony can help me with my issue. You see, my horn is broken, and because of that I cannot perform magic that requires high concentration such as telekinesis." She pointed her hoof towards her friends who were helping with the repairs.

"Why didn't Angela explain the possibility to her last night? Probably didn't want to offend her."Edward thought.

That powerless gaze reminded him of those he found in the eyes of his comrades back during his days of service in Bundeswehr such as when they lose their limbs, or friends in combat. Sometimes, the damages were so severe that they never actually return home by the time they left from service. Heck, he went through that himself when his left arm was blown off due to the failure of his shield generator. Although replaced with a perfectly working prosthetic, the phantom pain often cause his nights to be sleepless.

The crusader put his hammer down, sat down next to the purple unicorn mare, and gently placed his large armored hand on her back. Being ever so careful as his suit augmented his strength to easily punch through reinforced concrete walls.

"I understand your feelings, Fizzlepop. As a matter of fact, my left arm here is not made of bone, flesh, and blood anymore."

"Thanks Mister Obvious. I can see that." She chuckled.

Of course he had to say that when he was fully armored, when none of his body is made of bone, flesh, and blood.

"Hey, just so you know.." he took off his helmet, revealing his short kempt black hair, pale complexion, and green eyes much to Fizzlepop's surprise. "I am made of bone, flesh, and blood too. All this metal is not my real body. Well it's a second skin to me at least...you know what, I'll show you later. Back to the matter at hand, I think we can fix that horn right up. Getting you a new horn is easy, but will it function like those of your friends'? I cannot say. Angela and Torbjörn should know better though."

Fizzlepop's face beamed up with a bright smile. It has been a long time since she had given up her hope of getting her horn restored, but in this world...which was supposed to be a world filled only with chaos, she may at last found a new way.

The mare stood on her rear hooves and wrapped her front around his left arm. Edward was surprised by the response, left him frozen a bit, but eventually began to gently stroke her back with his free hand.

"Well well, look at these lovebirds!" Lena chirped as she zipped between the embrace.

"Very funny Lena," Edward said as he withdrew from the hug. "So what is it? I doubt you came here just to ruin our intimate moment." He shot Fizzlepop a wink which caused her to blush slightly.

"Our new compadres have been mighty cooperative." Jesse grinned as he walked up to the group. "They're just grunts so they can't offer much info, but there's one thing that's makin' me nervous."

Sensing a serious talk not intended for her ears, Fizzlepop took her leave.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" asked Edward.

"A couple o' weeks ago, Talon just set up shop in Dorado. Word is they're working with the Los Muertos. I bet to my last penny, they're gonna stir some shit up at the Festival de la Luz two days from now."

"I thought they didn't speak much." Lena smirked.

"I said they didn't give much information, but I didn't say they didn't give any at all. We're goin' to good ol Mehico, friends. Rendezvous at the hangars in twenty minutes."

"That's a complicated word for him to say." Edward whispered to Lena as they started walking, causing the two to chuckle.

"I heard that, damn it!"

In exactly 20 minutes, a team consisting of Genji, Lena, Jesse, Angela, and Edward was all set and ready on-board Overwatch's signature atmospheric aircraft, the MV-261 Orca. The armor assembling/disassembling machine quickly stripped Edward's armor and hammer off him.

The main floor of the ship has a conference table in front of the bridge with a hologram globe above it, showing the current location of the ship and a satellite. On the walls on either side of the table, there are seats, parachutes, first aid kits, and emergency oxygen tanks as well as boxes of ammunition and other supplies.

On the opposite side of the main floor, there is a recreational table on one side and a basketball hoop on the other. There are four basketballs in the ship. Shooting one into the hoop will cause it to drop confetti and play a buzzer sound.

The back of the ship has a loading bay with an array of servers on the wall. The front of the ship has the bridge, with a variety of monitors and a single Pachimari by the pilots' seats.

"Huh, it's just as I remembered. Well these Pachimaris are new. What, Hana's poster? I have a strong suspicion who her fan might be." Edward remarked as he inspected the transport's interior. "Ray, can this fossil still fly?" he shouted towards the cockpit.

"Don't underestimate her kid. She'll outrun that rusty old tub o' yours in a split." Ray the pilot scoffed. One of Overwatch's most mysterious personnel, only a few have actually seen him. As if he was the physical manifestation of the ship's will itself.

Moments later, Luna stepped on board with an unarmored escorting Reinhardt by her side.

"Plannin' to join Luna?"

"As much as I want to go and see more of your world, it will be unwise for me to interfere. I do not want to sound demanding, but should any of you find anything that is related to our quest here...we would appreciate it if you share it with us so we can narrow down our search instead of only relying on our magics alone."

"We ain't promisin' anythin', since the stuff you're lookin' for is also a legend in this rock. But we'll try, if anybody should know about somethin' as shady as this...it will be Talon."

"Thank you, for everything. I wish you all good luck on this mission." Luna smiled.

"Watch each others' backs out there, and come back safely. I do not want to be sending your urns and a folded flag to your families." Reinhardt emphasized, glancing at Lena and Edward as he said that. After that, both Reinhardt and Luna made their way out from the aircraft.

Lena closed the entrance ramp from her seat in the cockpit adjacent to Ray's and initiated take off procedures.

Author's Note

As always, thank you so much to XIII Hearts for editing this chapter.

Dictionary

1. mein Gott: German expression for "my God."
   
2. Bundeswehr: German armed forces.

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Guys, Ray is not a made up character he really exists.Source.