Here you are: tied and kidnapped, with a sack over your head. How did it get to this?

You suppose that your past with Blackwatch would eventually come back to bite you in the ass. You just didn't expect it to be years later, where Overwatch has sent its recalls amid the increasing attacks by Omnics.

Thrown into a vehicle—maybe an aircraft or a truck, who knows?—you're in there for what feels like hours until it comes to a halting stop. It's enough to launch you forward, your forehead harshly colliding with metal just to add insult to the fact that you've been kidnapped.

Eventually, a rough hand wraps around your bound body. Its cold fingers offer no comfort, treating you more like a rag doll than a captive. Within seconds, the sack is pulled off your head as your eyes are met with none other than the threat himself: Ramattra.

"This," he begins with a sneer, forcing your chin upwards to meet his gaze, "is the pest that I've been brought?"

He was expecting somebody with status—like that annoying little cyborg his brother has grown fond of, or perhaps even that Helix mercenary he once encountered. Not somebody whose only ties with Overwatch are with its fallen covert ops.

With a low hiss of annoyance, Ramattra doesn't ease on his grip. "It's no matter," he utters out. "Surely, you'll know something. All I have to do is make you talk."

Much to your joy, you're transported to a second location: a warehouse that's empty, save for you and him, and some furniture. He tosses you into a chair, expressionless as he circles you.

"Time is running short. Tell me—tell me all you know about Overwatch and Talon."