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“Fawkes.”

The words slipping from her lips the moment that she heard the door closing behind her, Angela moved over to her desk, her attention dropping down to the top draw as she opened it up, her hand fumbling around before she pulled out three mission folders, her gaze lifting to meet with his as she held them up so that the three men in front of her could see them properly- each of them had their own skill set… their own way of thinking… even with only two of them formally going on the mission, they would still have the constant support of the third back at base.

Lifting her free hand up from where it was rested at her side, she ran her fingers back through her long and wavy blonde locks, pushing them back though the gesture only lasted a few moments as they once more fell back down, framing her face once again as she moved back around the other side of the desk, her pace slowing as she took an arch, handing one folder to each man and making sure that they were paying attention to them before she continued on, her accent clear enough as she spoke, speaking aloud the details that were held in their hands along with the small picture and description of their target in question.

“If the name sound familiar, gentlemen; that’s because it is.”

Moving back over to the desk, Angela turned her back to it, her body leaning against its edge as she reached back, picking up a forth folder with the same contents as the last three, she flipped open the cover, her bright blues quickly falling to the photo of the girl before she glanced back up at the three men in front of her, tapping at the photo with her pointer finger, “The girl you see in the photo is Raelene Fawkes- a junker living in the middle of Junkertown, Australia. And if you haven’t already made the connection… her cousin is, indeed, our very own Jamison Fawkes. That is only one of the reasons I want you to take care while carrying out this mission.”

Pausing, she gave a few moments for the information she had just spoken aloud to sink in. Jamison was unpredictable… a real fire-cracker with a passion for making a ‘boom’ wherever he went; his cousin, of course, was no exception to this particular family trait. If he was the one with the love of creating the fire, then she was the one who had a deep love of watching the world burn around her.

“Now, admittedly, from everything that I have been told, and the intelligence that I have been able to gather, she is quite like her cousin… having grown up under his influence. She’s said to be a wild card, even among the Junkers.” Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Angela put the folder back down on the top of her desk, her gaze lingering on it for a few moments before she turned her gaze back over to the three men she was addressing, “So with that in mind; Asbjorn… Ajax… I want you both to take extra care, and stay safe while you’re in Australia. And Lucas, I want you to be available on communications here in case they need any support, or extra information.”

Even with that extra support; this mission wasn’t going to be a walk in the park…

“Aside from these facts; there are three other obstacles that are going to make things difficult for you while you’re there…” Bringing her arms up, Angela folded them over her chest, her eyes meeting with each of theirs in kind as she spoke each reason on her mind, “The first is Jamison- as you may have noticed by now, he isn’t here at base. He’s actually gone back to Australia in order to be able to spend time with Raelene; this is because he’s her guardian… he doesn’t want this particular state of life for her; he wants better for her, and as such, he has attempted to keep her as far from our reach as he can…”

Pausing another moment, she frowned slightly, her mind seeming to wander away before eventually it returned back to the matter at hand, “The second thing that might become an issue is the fact that as of recently, our young possible recruit has as of late, earned herself a bounty… one of which will no doubt attract the attention of other parties. The third obstacle gentlemen..?”

Raising her brow slightly, Angela was unable to help the way the smile played over her soft pink lips at the very thought of the third reason- out of all of them, this was by far the most obvious… one of which should have been present in their thoughts from the very moment she mentioned the name of their target; however, even with that in mind, it wasn’t like her not to worry about them… She would rather discuss it now and have it their safety be a priority, rather than not say a word and have them return to her, injuries in tow…

“..please keep in mind that the girl you are going to be dealing with is a junker- a criminal and a thief by trade. But more than that; she is living in a community made up of them, among others… so once again, please, I beg of you… you must be careful on this mission…”

Scorn's interest in the new recruit seemed to drop instantly once reaching the kitchen area where she began preparing her own meal before settling down at a table to eat in what was relative peace to her. She caught some parts of some conversation of what Ceri and the rookie were saying but it was mostly a word here and there, doubting it was much important to keep her ears open to it. Her focus was more on her food and the slight pain in the back of her head. Part of her feared what it meant another just assumed it was a headache, nothing to fret over, after all the last doctor she had got into contact with about her condition gave her a clean bill of health, surely that doctor hadn't lied, not after the verbal threat of wanting them to be accurate about their tests.

Once more she decided to just ignore it and mentally noted to just get some aspirin to combat it once she was finished eating. Her mind debated on what she would do then following her breakfast, stroll the base perhaps? Maybe bother one of the others to near insanity? She had plenty time to decide of course seeing how early it was though she got the feeling it would probably be start being busy sooner rather then later.

As contact with Genji dwindled to the occasional update on the situation, Sombra was stuck simply watching the shootout unfold from her computer screens; McCree had been bundled off somewhere by the elusive Soldier: 76, so she knew he was in good hands - especially because neither she or her contacts could get eyes on where he'd been taken as of yet. An old safehouse from the days of Overwatch, most likely. Deciding that updates could simply come directly to her rather than glaring at her screens, Sombra switched them off with a wave of her hands and a large yawn. Her lack of sleep was beginning to catch up on her, and boredom quickly set in the hacker's mind. She enjoyed doing things - anything was better than just lazing around doing nothing. Tapping her keyboard lazily, a smaller screen jumped into life as she picked up her game of klondike from the previous night, determined to get this one done without having to cheat. Puzzles weres the one thing she didn't like finding back doors into.

Only five minutes seemed to have passed before a message pinged up on her screen; not from Genji, but from Reaper. Opening it up, she pursed her lips unhappily upon reading the words. Even in text, you could feel the near-constant broodiness radiating from Gabriel. And with missions like these, Sombra would have thought he could have cheered up just a bit.

"Hack into Overwatch, get files, allocate missions, blah blah blah..." Rolling her eyes as she repeated his words mockingly, Sombra leaned forwards in her chair, a wicked smile growing on her face. Missions, she was annoyed by; most of the Talon missions were pointless and did nothing to help her. But she could never resist the order to hack something - especially such computers with such delicate information as Overwatch. Unfortunately, information that would be incredibly useful (Such as the newest location of their base) was nowhere to be seen. Clearly whoever was in charge there had heard about Sombra and her wiley ways - but that didn't matter. Pulling mission files was easy enough, and even with so much information missing from them, she had her marks. Now it would just come to doling them out.

"Egypt, huh? I know of a very special guy they could be going to see there." Chuckling to herself lightly, another message from Reaper seemed to echo her thoughts. Go to Egypt, and get this weapon dealer Antoine on their side. Or else. Ignoring the edginess of that final sentence, Sombra swiftly downloaded what information she could from the Overwatch servers, and compiled them into dossiers. She wouldn't be holding everyone's hands during these jobs, so she could only hope they could all read well enough. Pausing as her cursor hovered over the Egypt mission, a familiar conniving look glinted in Sombra's eyes. If Talon couldn't get this Antoine, she sure as hell would. One more powerful friend for her network.

Other than Egypt, there seemed to be several mentions of Australia; some focus on Junkertown, another on a convention. They seemed to be simple missions; follow the Overwatch agents, undermine them at every possible avenue, and maybe try to recruit while they were at it. From what she knew of Junkers, Sombra was unsure whether she'd want to live in the same building as them... as she doubted Peacere would either. Deciding it would be somewhat cruel to send the Omnic to a place infested with robo-haters, she placed him on the same mission as her. Reaper didn't seem to care where he went, so Sombra directed the Junker file to him, alongside Adala and Sampson. It would make for an interesting first mission for their new recruit. The convention went to Akachi and Widowmaker; the two could deal some damage there, that was for damn sure.

Getting to her feet, Sombra considered the remaining agents. The Raptors were very good at dealing out death - no surprises there - so they'd be right at home trying to kill the ex-Overwatch agents being escorted to safety. Ceridwyn went towards that mission too; Sombra figured even that kid couldn't mess up such a straight-forward job. And then there was Selena. While Sombra wasn't exactly warm towards her, the Mexican knew better than to put her in the same room as Reaper, let alone the same mission. Recalling that Antoine had a daughter around Selena's age bracket, Sombra forwarded the file to the young Reyes too. She could come in handy in that area; from what Sombra could see of the files she had scanned about Antoine, he cared a lot for his kid - perhaps the presence of Selena would soften him up for a deal? Either way, the girl had additional skills that would make her useful in a firefight. And if Overwatch agents were present, you could guarantee that.

Location: Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington Interactions: Dr. Zeigler (@Vicier), Asbjorn Hagen (@December), Ajax Amari (@Ajax Amari)

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Against the wall, Lucas watched Ajax and Asbjorn, curious about them. Well, Lucas was curious about almost every member of the group, yet this did not prevent him from watching them. Ajax was an eager sort, still in that delicate stage most males experienced between being young enough to be enjoying all the things life had to offer, and being old enough to realize you had responsibilities and...the dreadful task of having to adult. Lucas himself had been thrown into responsibilities when he was just about Ajax's age. Having to look after his sisters, he stepped into a role of guardian that he might not have been ready for, yet Juliette and Hana had turned out to be wonderful. Lucas was sure that Ajax would have a lot to offer the group, in, perhaps, even months to come. That, he suspected, would have a lot to do with what his sister did. Perhaps Ajax felt that he couldn't step up, while his sister was still in her prime. Or perhaps Fareeha still saw, as he often did with his sisters, Ajax as a child.

Sometimes you just didn't want to admit that those you had a hand in raising were old enough to do...well, exactly what you did.

He sighed to himself, and turned his attention for a brief moment, to Asbjorn. A weird fellow, but reliable. He knew his strengths, and used them, something Lucas was pleased with. With more training, Lucas suspected that Asbjorn could be a formidable member of the team. Turning his attention to Angela as she began to speak, Lucas listened intently. The minute he heard Fawkes, Lucas immediately thought of Jamison, and wondered for a moment what the junker had got himself into. Yet his notions that the junker was in trouble was quickly banished as Angela showed them a photo of a young woman. Raelene Fawkes. If she was anywhere as...explosive as Jamison, then she could be a force to be reckoned with.

And just listening to Angela, h suspected that it wouldn't just be Junkers, or Jamison that would be an issue, nor the girl herself, or even bounty hunters. No, Lucas suspected that Talon would have a hand in trying to get the girl as well. That had been one of the main reasons for recruiting Jamison, and partner Mako to Overwatch. Better to have them on our side, then talons. He paused a moment when Angela finished speaking, yet when it became clear that Asbjorn nor Ajax weren't going to speak first, Lucas cleared his throat, "It may not just be the reasons Angie has mentioned that could be of concern. If news, and information of Raelene has spread further then to us, Talon may well be aware of her, and wish to try and...convert her to their side. This would cause trouble, particularly for Jamison, a wild card himself. If she is anything like him, we don't want Talon recruiting her. So, be smart. Be careful. And try and knock some sense into Jamison, a hard task, I know, but perhaps mention its in Raelene's best interest if...she joins. Try and make him see that, don't spoon feed it to him. He'll need to think its his own idea, otherwise he probably won't act on it"

Location: Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington Interactions: Dr. Zeigler (@Vicier), Fareeha Amari, Erika Striker (@Kaithas), Winston (@Lmpkio), Asbjorn Hagen (@December), Văn Nguyệt (@Pirouette), Ajax Amari (@Ajax Amari), Genji (@Jacobite), Ansgar {@Eisenhorn}

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Phoebe watched the the others, silent, which wasn't all that strange. Sometimes Phoebe thought that she got along with animals a lot better then she got along with people. Animals were just so much easier. She smiled at the scene with Ajax, and his puppy, finding it adorable. The puppy might find himself dirty from time to time, but he was in good health, Ajax made sure of that. At the talk of missions, she looked up with interest, wondering if she be given one, but worried that if she did, she wouldn't be well suited to it.

She pressed back against a wall as Virgil entered, not particularly liking him, and not really wanting to be on his radar. She swallowed, bowing her head, and flicking a glance over to Winston. She sighed softly, wanting to be helpful, but if he didn't want her help, she didn't really have anything that she could do. She couldn't force her help on someone. Shifting, she looked up as Angela began to give people mission, and as, one by one, the missions dwindled away, Phoebe knew she wouldn't be given one. While she knew that didn't mean anything, she couldn't help but feel like...maybe she had done something wrong? Shaking her head, she shifted, and gave a small smile to Orana, as the wolf pup trotted clumsily to her.

She crouched, smiling to herself. Animals really were a lot easier to deal with. She reached out, and stroked the wolf pup, and lifted the pup up as she stood, she made a note to make sure that she'd be on time for training, even if she did fall on her butt during it, she needed to get better with...well, fighting. Holding the pup carefully, she returned to her office, setting Orana back down on the table, she examined the stitches, and satisfied, she let her roam about, cleaning up a little bit, making sure everything was in rights, she yawned, covering her mouth, she found a leash, not wanting Orana to get in trouble in the base, and wanting her close, to keep an eye on her.

Leaving her office, with Orana by herself, Phoebe retreated to her room, retrieving her cyroblaster, she sat down on her bed, still made from the day before, and sighed, examining it. Even after a few months being at the base, Phoebe was still unable to reliable create walls. Having worked on the blaster under her sisters guidance, Phoebe felt like she had someone betrayed Mei's confidence in her. She sighed, and laid back, checking the time, she rose once more, heading out once more. She wasn't too sure where she was going, and merely let her feet guide her.

Asbjorn took in all of the information, his sky blue eyes flicking back and forth between Angela's and Lucas' faces, deciphering their facial feature, tones, and body language. The thrill of a mission made his heart pound, however he remained composed; he was competent, and they still had yet to see his full potential.

As Angie listed the dangers and concerns, Asbjorn nodded his head in vague affirmation as he pondered the mission. A Junker, huh? Probably violent by nature, wild, unpredictable... All around a fun time. Ajax might be a bit testy. Need to keep it casual...

He continued to ponder the relationship between Raelene and Jamison, however he was interrupted by Lucas' warning about Talon. The notion of a possible firefight with Talon was daunting to Asbjorn, however he had handled it before, and he had been much less prepared the previous times.

"What do we know about Raelene?" Asbjorn walked towards Angela's desk and resting his hands on the edge, leaning onto the edge and toggling his vision between the three others. "Does she have any other allegiances than the Junkers? Any past history with Talon or Overwatch aside from Jamison? And her bounty... What's it for?"

Asbjorn clenched his jaw and locked eyes with Angela. "I don't exactly fancy tangling with every single type of underworld creature there is just to get a conversation with the damn girl."

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Ajax examines the packet. He felt very relieved when it was made clear Angela had, not only a mission, but a special mission that she had assigned him. “Hmmm Jamison’s cousin seems like pretty “hot stuff” He bit his tongue hard after saying that. He knew it was bad to act like a child during a briefing but he couldn’t help it. “So Angie…you ask us to be safe…while sending us to the most dangerous part of Australia. Without any senior Overwatch Agents or any “adult supervision” and you know you are sending Ajax Amari…did someone slip you a happy pill this morning?” Again he almost seem shocked at the amount of sass that came out of that comment and bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood and yelp in surprise. His face then flushed with embarrassment so he proceeded to try and stay quiet for the rest of the briefing.

After listening to everyone else voice their opinions, he couldn’t help himself and had to voice his own. “Ok, well…this will be difficult, and Talon won’t make it any easier. Maybe we can split up? I know Australia pretty well and know the terrain as well as what the junkers are like…somewhat. I don’t mind the Underworld that much, well…I do mind, I just am pretty sure I can get through it without any trouble. Maybe Asjborn can hold back any Talon members long enough for me to get in. Then, I grab miss Fawkes, and get to the evac site, meeting my teammates at the rally point.” He says all this sounding a bit unsure. He knew that sometimes his desire to be like Fareeha would drive him to want to come up with a good plan, no matter how stupid it really was. His desperation to be the leader or at least the hero of the story also was a result of this, but he always meant well.

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*beep beep beep*

The sound was constant… annoying. Oh, for fucks sake; why couldn’t that thing just shut the hell up already. About ready to throw her communicator clear across the other side of her bedroom, Selena threw the covers off, a clearly unappreciative and exceedingly unamused groan falling from her lips as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her hand shooting out to grab the stupid contraption so that she could see just what it was that couldn’t wait the next few hours. Honestly; if Sombra was just fucking with her again…

Unable to help the roll of her eyes as the word ‘Mission’ flashed across the screen, she dropped her head back down, her long dark locks falling forward and splaying out over the mattress in front of her as she huffed out a sigh. Missions… great. So that’s what couldn’t wait..? Her hand clenching tightly around the outside of the communicator, she lifted it up, the muscles in her arm becoming more defined as she held the position- hesitating a few moments before she once more relaxed her grip, her body turning over so that she was instead laying upon her back as she lifted it up above her, taking a few moments to actually read through the first few lines of the file.

Egypt..? Sounded boring.

Why in the hell would Sombra even think that she would be interested in a job like this..? Her hands dropping back down, she let them rest over her stomach, her bright eyes closing once more, though it was clear that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep now. She was awake… her mind preoccupied with thoughts about a stupid mission she didn’t even want; it was a complete impossibility. Sombra was a dead woman walking.

Yelling out in her frustration, Selena forced herself to sit up, the communicator falling down to the bed beside her as she did. Lifting her hand up, she ran her fingers back through her hair, ruffling it lightly before finally, she was up on her feet and wandering about the room, making quick work of getting herself dressed and ready for what she only assumed was going to be just another shit day of getting berated by her father for not being perfect. Shoving the thought out of her mind already knowing that she was never going to be good enough for him, she snatched up her communicator, a bored expression playing over her features as she once more began to flick through the file. So the guy had a kid… one that he was fond of…

It was something they could definitely use to their advantage in a pinch.

Not interested enough in reading any further into the mission, Selena slipped the communicator into the back pocket of her jeans, her boots making soft ‘thuds’ over the ground as she made her way out of her room and through the hallways, the sound of voices eventually luring her into the kitchen where she could see the rest of Talon gathered around as if they were about ready to indulge in afternoon tea with the Queen of England. Quirking her brow only slightly, she continued to watch them a few moments longer before lazily glancing about the rest of the room, her gaze seeming to search for someone in particular.

“..hate to break up the goddamn mother’s club meeting; but anyone seen Sombra..? Bitch is dead.”

"Ah little Raven finally appears to join the realm of the living," Scorn stated simply ignoring the comment that the younger Reyes stated ",To answer your question though well, she obviously isn't here. She could be in her room, living quarters, training area, or just about anywhere. You sure you don't want to join the mother's club instead? We were having such a grand conversation." She smirked preferring to tease the younger Reyes then give a straight answer. While Scorn had no care for the older Reyes, Reaper, his daughter provided far more enjoyment to her even if she was abrasive to be around. Perhaps because she felt there was more then meets the eye with Selena, a puzzle she wanted to solve.

She made her way out of the kitchen leaving the others to continue their conversations and the younger Reyes to go and hunt down the hacker. She had much better things to do then sit around and chat. Like determining why her headaches were returning with such force and what she was going to do this time around to get it resolve. She had been in remission for years and was cleared a few years back of her sickness. She grimaced at the thought of the idea that it might have returned and made a note to find the doctor she had previously and have a personal chat when time allowed it. In the mean time she would have to continue to use her prescribed medication and hope that it was just a headache and nothing more.

Her shoes echoed off the halls as she made her way to the training area figuring it would be best to do some practice for any upcoming missions come around and to provide a distraction from her troubling thoughts. It wasn't the same training without some of her old associates but it was at least better then sitting around a being bored. She had tried seeking her old associates after they had disbanded after a bad deal that went awry but so far she had no luck. She could only assume two options, they were dead or she was looking in the wrong places. The deal with Talon was mutually beneficial. It provided her work and enjoyment while maintaining her own interests while helping whatever goals Talon had.

Ceri looked to her communicator when it beeped, telling her she had a message, and she opened it, bouncing slightly on the spot as she did so. Excitement flooded her and she jumped about on the spot for a moment. ”A mission, a mission, a mission!” She just about shouted excitedly. She never got a mission. It was going to be grand, she just knew it! Ceri happily leaned across the counter, reading the information the message provided. Sombra! Sombra was giving her a mission! Maybe Sombra did like her. Sombra thought she was suited for a mission! And wasn’t that something?

She giggled, reading about the escort mission. Oh, she got to have fun with overwatchies? That was just even more fun, and Ceri could already picture it in her mind. She was going to have a blast! And she’d definitely, definitely not mess it up! She’d make sure to do it just right! She would show that she was suitable for Talon, that she was a force to be reckoned with! She smiled and pushed off from the counter as she heard footsteps, quite pleased to see Selena.

Selena treated her nice. Or at least Ceri thought she did. She bounded over to the older girl, smiling brightly, and took her life in her own hands when she embraced her, ”Selena! Selena! Sombra sent me a mission! I have a mission! I’m so happy! A mission, a mission, a mission!” she chitchatted excitedly, her voice slightly higher than normal, and she stepped back, smiling brightly at Selena, until Selena’s words sunk in. ”Oh, no, what’s Sombra done to you?” She said a little worriedly. She’d hate to be on Selena’s bad side and Ceri twisted her hands in front of her chest, looking to Selena with wide eyed innocence ”plllllllleeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeee wait to kill her until after my mission, please Selena, please? I never get missions, and I need her!” She said, then bowed her head, ”I’d imagine she’s in her office...she doesn’t let me in there….I don’t know why…”

Lucio, a man of many tastes, yet was one that enjoyed the simple things, was dancing. One of the many things he did well, Lucio did it for the simple pleasure of it, and rather enjoyed making people smile. Always recognised wherever he went, it didn’t hurt to take a moment or two to make someone laugh, or smile. And that was what Lucio was all about. He danced about, his frog Kermit resigned to the motion as he swayed on Lucio’s shoulder. When he was finished, the frog drew a lot of happy sounds as he leaped off Lucio’s shoulder, jumping around the young kids that had gathered to watch. Lucio leaned back slightly and smiled, before clicking his fingers, the frog jumping back over, and into his hand. Kermit was a born show goer, but it was his colouring that really attracted people, rather exotic, he was an interesting frog.

Lucio had saved the frog when he was bit a wee-bit of a thing, and they hadn’t been parted since. Lucio nodded to the crowd, flicked them a two fingered salute, and sauntered off, content. Renting a car was rather easy, and Lucio was soon puttering off, having once more been delayed on returning to the base, the young entertainer, freedom fighter, was once more on his way. While he had other commitments, he always returned to the base, every few weeks. He’d take what missions he could, and he’d help out.

And there was always the chance he’d come across someone that could be useful to the base while he was out, on tour. Kermit sat on the dashboard, staring out the window, but looked towards Lucio as if he could read his train of thoughts. Sometimes Lucio thought that the frog could.

”Yeah, yeah, and there’s always the chance that Hana will be there” He said to Kermit, who turned back around, leaving Lucio grinning at himself. Talking to his frog. It was probably a coincidence that Kermit had turned around like that. Still, it wasn’t like Kermit was going to go blabbing to anyone. Besides, Hana was just one reason to return. There was also nudging Juliette along, in her music. The girl had some serious talent. He chuckled, and kept on driving. When he was closer to the base, however, Lucio climbed out the car, well aware that some rental companies had tracking devices, and he put his stakes on, starting off, pack over his shoulders, the frog on his shoulder.

It was a pleasant ride, and Lucio hummed to himself, piercing tunes together randomly, he just about flew across the ground, covering the distance, he soon reached the base, and grinning he skidded to a halt just outside the garage. He changed his skates-lord knew what Angela might do if he came into the base with his skates, no doubt dirty, on, and changed into his shoes, heading inside the base, quite happy. He was home. Dropping his things off in his room, Lucio went to report that he was back, soon finding out that Angela was locked away in her office, clearly in a meeting. Not wanting to disturb her, he instead retreated to the kitchen. Food was calling.

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“This is not a grab and evac mission, Ajax… it does not matter who the person may be; we are not kidnappers.”

Frowning slightly at the thought that he might not be taking this as seriously as he should be, Angela tore her gaze away from the younger man, her attention instead coming to a rest on Asbjorn as she listened to the questioned posed, her had nodding lightly up and down the very moment that the first words passed through his lips, “We know a few things about the girl. Now, I want you to please keep this in mind… she might only be eighteen years old; but everything that she knows, she learnt from Jamison and Mako. That in itself should give you a bit of an idea as to what you’ll be facing once you meet with her. As for what else we know; the girl has quite the talent for pyrotechnics much like her cousin, however, when she was younger there was an accident when one of her home-made bombs misfired...”

Pausing a moment, Angela turned her head off and too the side, sadness flashing across the iris’ as she thought about it. The girl-… Raelene was a lot more like her cousin than any of them were going to expect, “..she… was standing too close to it, and was caught in the blast. If it wasn’t for Jamison and Mako, she would be dead, however, as a result she lost her left arm. Not that it’s stopped her at all. Along with this; it seems that she has been linked to a number of wildfires that have broken out across the country over the past several years… this, along with the fact that she has been the cause of a long string of robberies, and other criminal activities up and down the East coast has been what has earned her the bounty.”

Frowning slightly, she shot a quick glance over at where Lucas stood, her brilliant blue eyes meeting with his for a few moments before she turned back to the other two in the room, giving them as much information as she knew so that they could be prepared, “From what I have been informed, she has had no contact with Talon in the past, and Jamison has done everything within his power to keep her as far from Overwatch as he possibly can, for as long as he can. Intelligence says that she has no ties to anything, criminal or other, besides being a junker; however, this can change. This is why I am sending you two in.”

Meeting with Asbjorn’s eyes once more, Angela stepped closer to him, the tips of her fingers resting lightly over the polished wood of her desk as she stood on the opposite side to him, understanding to the situation she was putting him in flickering across the surface of her eyes as she spoke once more, her voice soft, “You have my permission to use whatever resources you need, Asbjorn; but you need to be smart about this. I urge you to take Lucas’ advice into consideration; Jamison is a good route to follow. You have an Overwatch agent at your disposal- appeal to Jamison in some way, he may prove to be your ticket in. Once you’re inside, then you can go from there; and remember, should Jamison believe this to be his idea… your job of recruiting the girl may run smoother than you think; but that does not mean you drop your guard. Talon are always a threat.”