Warning: Although most of the material I base the story of off is heavily crass, I will be weaving in other moments. I am aware of what Tourette's Syndrome actually is, and I hope to write it in a hopefully nice way.

11:00 A.M., King's Row

A cloudless sky lights the pale and rusty ground that is the British city. However, the Overwatch team had no time to appreciate it.

There was civil unrest involving omnic extremists, and the Parliament called in the team as a riot squad. The current Prime Minister, Hershel Farage, has called a reversal of measurement DL-411. DL-411 designated killing an omnic and harvesting its parts as a felony. Were Farage's party to gain enough votes, the killing of an omnic and harvesting its parts would be demoted to a misdemeanor. Omnics and omnic activists crowded around the Parliament, yelling, screaming, and chanting. Tracer looked over the window of the drop shop to see some of the signs. She nodded as one sign said, 'Keep Omnic Autonomy!' and shook her head at 'Built to Serve Only! Do Away With It!'

To her and many other local Britons, DL-411 was called the Omnic Autonomy Law. She rubs her eyes, heavy from the late-night talks with Emily about the fears of the turnover. Emily was too against Farage's decision.

"Oh, this is brutal! Dios Mio!" Sombra brayed, finger tracing along the Twitter feed and scrolling down. The hacker laughed raucously at the insensitive comments from both sides of the turnover.

"This isn't funny Sombra!" Tracer gave a slight smack on the head, "Omnic lives are at stake here!"

"I know, but it's one helluva debate!" Sombra rubbed the spot the other woman hit, "It's going to be bad when we get down!"

"I'm not one for punishment, but lightening the consequence for omnic violence isn't going help omnic-human relationships at all," Zenyatta sighed. He was nestled in between Bastion and Orisa. Efi held a laptop computer to control Orisa's vitals should the situation arise.

"So nostalgic," Amelie cooed, scanning the rooftops.

"If you get poked, it's your own fault," Tracer growled. She started to poke Amelie.

"If you get hurt, it's your own fault," Widowmaker harrumphed. She poked Tracer back.

"Ladies, enough!" Soldier 76 piped up, "We're almost at the drop zone so better get ready. Snipers and Bastion, you attend to rooftops! Symmetra, get ahead and set up your sentries. The rest of us split into four to cover all corners of the Parliament!" With their de facto leader's order, the Overwatch team readied their weapons and looked out at the landing point. Winston was the pilot of the ship, connecting with Athena.

"Everyone, get ready to move, I'm landing!" Winston announced through the in-flight microphone. Eventually, the drop ship landed at a cyan landing zone, in a roof top a few clicks from the Parliament. Everyone moved out to their proper locations.

"Corner Alpha, ready!" Pharah yelled, Mercy trailing behind her.

"Corner Beta, ready!" Hanzo confirmed, being a lookout for McCree.

"Corner Charlie, READY!" Reinhardt bellowed, hoisting up his barrier.

All of the sudden, the large flat screen blinked on, with the view of the Parliament inside. All of the representatives sat in their seats, looking towards Hershel Farage. An older woman next to him was looking down on the screen, counting the votes. She then looked up.

"With a count of fifty-seven to fifty, the reversal of measurement DL-411 has been approved. The killing of an omnic and harvesting it for its parts is now considered a misdemeanor and not a felony," She announced.

A wave a quiet filled the air for a few seconds, then a tsunami of rioting followed. Omnics and omnic activists started to break into buildings and burn things. Omnic extremists mitigated the damage further, coming after those who supported Farage's decision.

"CORNER DELTA, READY! SUPPRESSION IS KEY! GO, GO, GO!" Soldier 76 barked as everyone rushed forward to fight the omnic extremists and anyone else posing a violent threat. Lucio slid up the walls, moving innocent bystanders to a better place. Symmetra used her turrets to contain the hostile omnics. Reinhardt used his barrier as a riot shield.

Soldier 76 had his back to Reaper's, both surrounded by the purple extremist omnics.

"Seems like they remember us," Reaper groaned, "They turn their eyes at us the moment we walked in here."

"Seems like yesterday when we had to suppress an omnic uprising," Jack replied nostalgically over gun shots, "Like they never changed."

"Don't think we have either," Reaper muttered to himself.

At corner Beta, Orisa was herding innocent omnics while shooting at the ones that fired lasers. She launched a gravitation charge towards them and destroyed them all in one hit, "Hard to believe I was one of them," chuckling to herself. One exploded after, "Drat."

"Do you know where Satya is?" Zenyatta asked, withdrawing an orb.

"She should be at an alley," Orisa replied, "I don't think there is nothing wrong with her."

"She's alone. This situation isn't ideal for her."

"Shouldn't you be more worried about Genji?"

"I trust Genji to be a capable protector."

Genji zipped by, screaming, "I need medical attention!" Zenyatta send an orb of healing his way and drifted off to the alley with the turrets.

Symmetra found herself backed into the wall of the alley. She was struggling to communicate with the others, but the eradicator bomb's static was interfering with her technology. One hand was on the trigger of the photon gun while the other was fidgeting on a headset button. Sweat dripped to her brow upon the realization she had to reload. The photon was fading as she kept fidgeting with the button erratically. Her back had started to touch more of the wall as her legs started to lean against it.

'Not now, not now, please not now,' She started stuttering as the eradicator bomb was approaching her. Her sentries were disabled for the sake of her dumb luck. Alarm bells were ringing in her head as she fidgeted more and squeezed the trigger for every last photon that will save her.

Then, no more. Her heart started pounding as she could see the bomb's rivets and bolts. In a last-ditch effort, she dropped her photon gun and shoved an open fist in some hope that she could push it away. It was near detonating after all. She concluded she had a good life.

Then the bomb broke in front of her. Purple pieces of metal collapsed in front of her; her skin feeling the dissipating heat and electricity. She pinched herself and blinked. Was she alive?

No, Zenyatta appeared before her, radiating a warm glow. He took an orb into his hand.

Satya gasped, both in relief and in embarrassment, "How did you know?"

"Your sentries stopped working," The omnic monk remarked, "You being alone made that situation worse. Come out and tell everyone."

"I thank you, but don't tell anyone." Both walked out of the alley, with Satya setting up new sentries from higher vantage points.

At corner Alpha, Zarya was yelling through her headset, "EMP static from the eradicator bomb? Mei, set up an ice wall quick!"

Mei blocked another eradicator bomb by raising a wall of ice, "Ooooh, that's very dangerous! We need to tell Soldier 76, I know his area has the biggest one."

"I'll pass that one on!" Zarya acknowledged, "Pharah, your justice is needed!"

At corner Delta, Torbjorn listened through his headset.

"EMP STATIC?" The swede slammed his hands on his turret, "That's a load of bull… And Morrison and Reyes are the closest to it! Reyes!"

"Torb…?" Reaper's voice crackled, "You better make it quick. This chatter is…"

"The EMP static is messing with all of our devices! You have to take it out quick!" His voice cut out after.

"Damn it," Reyes spat, "If Lucio were here, he'd make this job much easier."

"What is it?" Jack interrogated, "Lucio is doing containment not assault."

"Apparently something has changed, the eradicator bomb has EMP static all over it. Symmetra found it first and now everyone else dealt with it too. Don't go too close to it."

"What's a little EMP static to me?" He shot some helix rockets at it and charged forward, "Go find the others. People have been evacuated and this last threat is on me!"

"Don't play hero, Jack! If you get shocked, it's your own fault!" Reaper scoffed as he phased out but not too far out. Jack kept shooting at the bomb, tunneling his vision into it.

"Angela, you better come here!" Reaper regained the ability to use his headset.

"I thought we're meeting at the drop ship," Mercy answered, confused.

"Change of plans, Jack decided to charge the bomb."

Mercy gripped her staff and narrowed her eyes, "Don't ruin this, Jack." She flew in a huff.

While Jack was seeing the breakdown of the bomb. There was cracks everywhere and he could see the light coming through. He reloaded faster than he could back away.

"Jack, move!" Mercy flew in screaming, "Who knows what the EMP static could do you?"

"I got it Angela!" Soldier 76 reassured her, delivering the final shot to the bomb. The bomb broke and collapsed in front of him.

But an omnic slicer shot an electrical laser at the back of his neck. The leader dropped his gun and crumpled to the ground, limbs seizing as the electricity ran through his body. Mercy cried in horror, but was silenced as Reaper shot it. Soldier 76 kept seizing until the last traces of electricity were gone.

Mercy grabbed Jack's headset and barked, "Everyone go to drop ship! Reaper and I will attend to Soldier 76. We will meet with you later!" Complaining and questioning followed in reply, "I will explain later." She began to use her healing staff on him.

"Wouldn't that be it?" Reaper asked incredulously, "We have plenty of time."

"That's the issue. There are issues my healing staff won't fix. We need to get to a hospital for proper treatment. Proper treatment takes time."

"Never knew that could happen."

"Let's head to the national hospital immediately."