If Akande was honest with himself, he was nearly envious of your raw power. Not only had you proved to be a thorn in Talon's side, but Overwatch's as well. Even entire nations were in disarray at your presence. There seemed to be destruction left everywhere you wandered, aimless and devastating. A potential asset for him to involve with Talon.

He insisted on heading into the field himself, clad in the huge gauntlet he'd inherited from his title as Doomfist. Akande had to establish his domineering presence if he wanted to talk to you himself. No distractions. No footsoldiers. No backup. He needed trust above all.

"How long did you plan on keeping this up?" He wondered, head cocked to the side as his voice thundered within the space he'd located you.