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Talon had hacked Genji Shimada. That's what Reaper had been told, and that's what the document said. The organization had taken advantage of the cyborg's artificial parts, overriding control of his mechanical limbs. They'd also begun the younger Shimada's reconditioning, but for now, a program had control of his actions. Now they wanted their most valuable agent to "test him out". He had gladly agreed.
A couple of agents had led Genji into the room. Reaper put the documents away.
"Get over here." The masked man commanded the cyborg.
He obeyed without hesitation, emitting a poisonous red glow instead of his normal green. Reaper chuckled slightly at the instant obedience. Never before had anyone under his command been so compliant.
"You know where some of the new overwatch bases are?"
Genji bowed his head. "One in Nepal, three in China and one in Sanfrantokyo."
"Good. What base were the heroes last stationed at?"
"I-In--" Genji's hands flew to his head, light flickering from red to green and back again. Reaper growled and his hand flew out, smacking Genji in the head with a backhand. He stumbled at the hit, letting out a strangled gasp.
"No, I can't--" His lights went red and he straightened. "In Spain."
"Good boy. Now you're going to show me the base's location."
He pulled up a map of Spain on a nearby console. This ninja's eyes raked over the map, and he pointed to one of the nearby borders. Reaper grinned behind the mask, registering the location in the database.
"Looks like we're gonna drop by for a visit. Follow me."
Genji followed him obediently, movements stiff and jerky. Reaper headed into a dropship, speaking into his intercom as he got on. Soon the pair are joined by talon agents, one of them handing Reaper some sort of device. Genji stood by the cloaked man, hand occasionally drifting towards the katana before it went back into place.
Reaper turned towards Genji. In his hand appeared to be some sort of metal collar.
"Stand still." He ordered him.
He did as he was told, though his hands trembled under the strain of keeping still. Reaper put the collar on Genji, locking it firmly into place with a 'click'
"If I see you attempting to disobey me again, there will be punishment."
Reaper revealed a small remote with a button on it, before storing it away. The younger Shimada quickly realized he was now wearing a shock collar. He gave a small nod, but couldn't help let a growl slip.
"My team will come for y-you." He managed to bite out.
Instantly a jolt of electricity rippled through his body. Reaper brought his mask up to Genji's face, smug. "What was that?" He rumbled, low and mocking.
The cyborg let out a small grunt. "Screw you."
He was electrocuted again, the pain more severe then last time. Genji gritted his teeth under his mask, a strained whine echoing from the back of his throat.
"Oh, and just as a reminder, the voltage will increase everytime you step out of line." Reaper took a seat as the ship started up. "Now sit."
Genji's visor flickered crimsom and he did as he was told, every muscle in his body tense. The trip felt agonizingly long, but eventually, the speakers announced their upcoming arrival. He flinched.
Shit, the team's not going to be happy, not at all.
Reaper got up and talked to an agent. Genji could just overhear something about making sure that he's under control, and maybe something about testing him out.
No. No no no.
He tried to grab his katana, his hands drifting up to the side of his head before they were forced down once again by the programming.
Soon the ship landed. Reaper brought his attention back to the cyborg. "Stand up."
He followed the order. "What?" He snapped.
"I want to see you in action. So why don't you head in there and give them a good greeting. Dead or alive is fine with me, but I would like some hostages."
"Y-You--" The protest died in his throat and he grabbed his katana, visor glowing red. "How many?"
"I would prefer if you could bring in every overwatch agent alive, but if it becomes necessary, kill who you must."
"Yes sir."
He bowed his head, a stiff movement that seemed forced, before he turns to the entrance of the ship. It opened up, and the dusk light of sunset pouring through. Genji recognized the area immediately.
For the love of all that is good, he managed to think, before he ran out and headed straight towards the base.