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D A V I N A  S O N G . 

C O D E N A M E : "D.VA" 

Two peacekeepers sit across from the girl, paperwork between their fingers and puzzled expressions across their faces. 

"So your... father figure-"

She crosses her arms.

"He's not my Dad."

"...okay, fine, mentor of sorts, found an abandoned Capitol airship that had crash-landed five years before you were born, and you helped him restore it, learn to fly it, and attempt to flee District Three?"

The girl frowns. "I didn't help him!"

A moment, a laugh from the first Peacekeeper's mouth. "We found you-"

"I fixed it all by myself."

An eyebrow raise. "And I assume you learnt to fly it by yourself?"

The girl shrugs. "Uh, yeah!"

The two men in white huddle together, whispers exchanged behind hands. The girl sits, twiddling her bitten-down nails, chains at her wrists and her feet.

"Ever heard of Reinhardt, kid?"

"Nope."

The both grin. "Well you'll learn soon enough. You're good at that, aren't you? Learning."

A grin back.

"You betcha!"

C R I M I N A L  G E N I U S .

O V E R W A T C H .