Life cannot get any worse for me ever since Overwatch disbanded later on after the Omnic Crisis. Without a international peacekeeping group keeping things in check, crime syndicates started taking advantage of cities severely damaged by the conflict. It became to violent to have a simple life now without Overwatch. I figured I would fight back by taking out gangs operating near my hometown and destroy their cache of weapons. The problem was, I had little to no affiliation with Overwatch or have any advanced tech, which made me a nobody.
I served in Special Forces during the Omnic Crisis. During the war, I fought enemies with some modified weapons. I created projects like a pistol to slide out of my sleeve with the jerk of the arm, a chainsaw as a bayonet for a M4-A1 rifle, and silencer improvised with a water bottle.
My sense of ingenuity got the attention of Black watch. I declined the offer, knowing that the UN can't do a great job keeping peace on earth. And sure enough, the UN disbanded Overwatch over accusations of the Black watch violating some human rights stuff, that sort of BS.
After I got back from the war, I saw the increased gun violence. I started cleaning the weapon trade that is happening in my hometown to make it safe for everyone to live. I realize going against the cartel can be dangerous. Then again, living in constant violence didn't help me much. The crusade began with simple neighborhood watch, going around taking out anyone that try to start up deals on the street. However, it wasn't enough damage to the local gangs ruling the street as I noticed how big the situation is presented. Gangs locally are buying weapons at a fixed price from powerful smugglers that are operating in many parts of the country. I took a step further and initiated heists that housed local dealers tasked with the distribution of powerful weapons given by smugglers to sell on the streets locally.
The first assault began with me in a simple balaclava mask, a 9mm pistol, and my military training. I was nervous as I realized I forgot one thing, I have never done a home invasion before. I fumbled into my pockets as a reaction to my anxiety. I felt something, I pulled out and found wireless headphones. Of course, playing some music would help me ease my stress. I pulled out my phone and performed the song Knock Knock by "Scattle" at a low volume. After some time getting adjusted mentally, I felt pumped.
The target was a house, a black weak structure that is collapsing to the earth at every second. I moved in from the side door and began hunting. I walked into the kitchen, a small room with four chairs, a table, and a stove on my left. A guy saw me from the living room and pulled out a gun. I was quick to react and shot him the chest. As the shot echoed to the room, I hear someone loading a shotgun and making it's way to the kitchen upstairs. I opened the door and shot him in the head. The big guy dropped the weapon and rolled down the stairs like a rag doll. I head down to the basement and found a crate.
Using a crowbar near by, I propped the lid open to find a heavy machine gun buried among a pile of toys. The basement looked more of a workshop by the sight of weapons and wooden crates. I had the idea of reporting all of it to the police. But will I be held responsible for breaking into a house and killing two people? That thought of consideration made me turn off the phone and did some standard investigation, I spotted the logo on the crate. A emblem followed with a row of guns resembling the shape of wings with a name at the bottom "The Black Badge".
Later research showed that the Black Badge is a gun smuggling group operating in the eastern part of the U.S as it's competitor, The Deadlock Rebels, operated in the west. It came to mind that these weapons could be more powerful than any local weapons store. I decided to take action and moved the crates from the basement and stored them into my van. I figured I would need some heavy fire power in order to be able to stand a chance against them. That day began my urge to become the most well armed vigilante on the planet.
The next morning, I walked outside to pickup the paper. I hear screeching of tires and saw a white SUV slowing down to my side of the street. On instinct, I hit the floor in the house as a drive-by shredded my house with bullets. After time went by, I hear the van roaring out of the neighborhood. I realized that they will come back and try to kill me by breaking into the house. I decided to pack my things, loaded the stolen weapons into my van, and left my hometown for good. I drove some great distance finding a place to hide.
After four hours of driving in the middle of nowhere, I spotted a storage facility out in the docks. I pulled in and began looking around the place. The place was a empty hollow shell filled with dust, storage crates, a pile of scrap metal, and a row of rusty lockers. I spot a office, a room above the storage floor connected by a series of stairs. I placed my stuff at the office and opened a window. Looking at the crates of weapons on the ground floor, it felt like it can be a great place to set to start my adventure of toppling the Black Badge and to control all of the powerful weapons these criminals are after.
*Time skip*
The HQ became a second home in a matter of time. I had a kitchen, a workshop to modify my guns, a firing range, a weapon skin studio, and a locker room. Looking at my load-out, I created some unique fire arms, weapon parts, and skins. I created weapons like a semi automatic rifle that has a fire rate as fast as one can pull the trigger with a clip that looks like a wheel rotating six magazines at a time, and a SMG that has looses recoil in time. After thirty raids on the Black Badge, I'm called the Arsenal by the local media. I get a tip from a anonymous source saying that a crate of weapons have been delivered to a certain address. I put on my gear, grab my M4-A1 and head to the black van for another heist.
A/N Thank you to anyone who made it this far. This is my first fanfiction story, although I am excited to continue regardless. Feel free to send any comments on how to make it better or any future ideas. Mind the grammar and spelling, I may not be a professional, but I want to continue this story. Thanks again and I will talk to you guys later.
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