Okay, how to start. Well, the newest game in Beta, called Overwatch, is coming out, correct me if I'm wrong, and I think it's really cool. So, I've been doing my best to research as much as I can, and now, I present to you, my first Overwatch fanfiction! Enjoy! And be sure to review!

Overwatch: The Samurai

Chapter One: Overkill

It was a dark night in futuristic Europe, as a hooded figure roamed the streets. His face was clean shaven, had jet black hair, golden eyes, and light skin. He was in his early twenties. He then entered a café, as a waitress walked up.

"What can I getcha, sir?" She smiled, as she prepared her notepad and pen.

"Just coffee." The stranger shrugged, taking a seat next to the window.

"You got it, pal." The waitress nodded, as she prepared the coffee maker "You come from out of state?"

"Something like that." The stranger shrugged, as he received his coffee "Just came by to visit an old friend."

"Interesting." The waitress nodded "So, where'd you stop by from?"

"Great Britain." The stranger shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee "I was visiting a girlfriend of mine who resides there."

"A long-distance girlfriend, huh?" The waitress grinned "She got a name?"

"Obviously." The stranger rolled his eyes "Her name is Lena Oxton."

"Lena Oxton?" The waitress gasped "You mean you're the boyfriend of the one and only Tracer?!"

"Yep." The stranger nodded, removing his hood as he gave a friendly smile. "Names Jet."

"Wow! You're THE Jet Lightning?!" The waitress gasped "Oh my God! You're a big hero around these parts!"

This fact was true. Before Overwatch had disbanded, Jet was the newest member of the organization with impressive sword skills. But before that, he was a world-traveling bounty hunter, traveling the world and improving his skills. He would then later come across one of the members, Tracer, the two happened to be working on a mission, then Tracer introduced him to the other members of Overwatch, and he soon became close with almost every member of the team, and later started an intimate relationship with Tracer. However, after Overwatch fell apart, Jet cut ties with almost everyone, and just fell off the face of the Earth. The only few people he hasn't cut ties with were three of his closest friends: Winston, McGree, and of course, Tracer. After his intimate moment with Tracer in Great Britain, he traveled to New York to seek out Winston, for reasons unknown.

"Now I wouldn't call myself a hero, per se…" Jet chuckled modestly.

"Don't be modest." The waitress declared "My son happens to be a big fan of yours!"

"Is that so?" Jet smirked.

"Yes, he has big dreams of becoming a hero, just like you!" The waitress nodded "In fact, he said-"

But before she could finish, a bullet crashed through the window, entering her skull, killing her instantly and sending her body falling onto the floor.

"Wonderful." Jet sighed, not even looking at the mess or where the bullet came from "I swear, every time I meet a woman, disaster follows."

Sipping the last bit of coffee, Jet rose from his seat, walking out the doors, and stopped to see about twenty Talon troops, all equipped with assault rifles, all barrels of the guns pointed at Jet.

"Don't move!" One of the Talon commanders yelled "On your knees, punk! Now!"

"I didn't hear a 'pretty please'." Jet taunted, throwing off his cloak, revealing him to be wearing a black exoskeleton suit, and his signature katana, which was sheathed in a scabbard, which had a curiously placed trigger, like a rifle mechanism, with a magazine loaded and trigger located below the sword's hilt "Besides, don't you fools have anything better to do than harass me?"

"Shut up!" The Talon commander yelled "We know that you're a former member of Overwatch and we have orders to bring you in! Now on the ground, NOW!"

"How rude." Jet sighed, as he drew out a lightning blue katana, which appeared longer than the average katana, which sparked with electricity "Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson in manners."

"I said on the ground!" The commander yelled, "We are authorized to use lethal force if you do not-"

But before he could finish, Jet dashed at them, at the speed of a fighter jet, and with swift speed, cut all the Talon troopers down, as he sheathed his katana.

"Perhaps you should've shown some respect to your fellow man." Jet smirked, before sighing "But, then again, this IS Talon, so I guess they would never try to be polite in the first place."

He then casually walked away from the scene, then got on his motorcycle, which was parked behind a dumpster.

"Hopefully, I'm not too late to see Winston." Jet mumbled, "Or rather, I hope I get to him first."

He then drove off, as a dark shadowy figure watches from afar, as Jet drove off into the night.

And thus, that's the first chapter! I hope you guys will look forward to more, I'll be working on them as much as I can. Also, if you have OC's that you would like to see in the story, let me know via PM, but not too many. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy! Be sure to review!