[July 15th, 2077, Watchpoint Gibraltar]

"Ooooh Winston..." Tracer's shrill cockney accent echoed throughout the laboratory of the recently and hastily restored Watchpoint Gibraltar as the pilot strutted inside tapping her chestpiece rhythmically. While appreciative of his good friend's company, Overwatch's resident scientist and gorilla was occasionally irked by Tracer's tendency and deliberacy to rustle his jimmies. Nonetheless, with a small sigh and a roll of the eyes, the Gorilla came over to see what the problem was. At the entrance of the lab, which was currently the most functioning module, Genji meditated while Torbjorn hammered and welded at Reinhardt's new armor, freshly reclaimed after its former master was laid to rest.

"What's wrong now...?" Winston asked as he looked over at Tracer's blinking chestlight. "Oh. That."

"Yeah."

"How long has that been happening for?"

"Uhhh... hmm... eh... thirty minutes? Give or take five."

"Okay." Winston nodded as he moved over to the intercom. "Angela? I need a stretcher. Tracer's chronal accelerator is having some problems. I might need to have you on deck to."

The doctor came in a few minutes later, helped by Ana. The kindly old woman was followed by Jack. Even while not in battle, the hardened veteran still wore his tactical visor and carried around his pulse rifle around as though he was ready for a fight.

Then again, Winston thought to himself as he began probing for the problems. Ever since recall, there wasn't a single Overwatch agent who didn't carry their weapon around with them almost 24/7. Genji was never without his sword, Tracer always had pistols holstered and god forbid someone ever tell Reinhardt and Torbjorn to part with their equipment. Heck, the last two probably sleep in their equipment.

"Okay. This is new." Winston thought as he poked around and looked at the power source. "So Tracer, I am starting to narrow things down as to what the problem might be. It's not a power failure, as the Chronal Accelerator was designed to function for over a hundred years. I know that because I designed it."

Winston could have sworn from the brit. Giving her the same look when she offers her bananas, he looked at the problem again.

"Nothing's broken. Which should mean everything should function perfectly fine. Now, let me try and think of... ugh... what the...?"

The light from the Chronal accelerator was glowing brighter in contrast to just a rhythmic beat of flashing on and off. In fact, the light began to grow so bright that Mercy and Ana both had to turn their heads away or risk being blinded by the light. Jack however was rather unperturbed as he nonchalantly walked up to get a closer look, his tactical visor filtering out the light.

"What the hell is going on with that?"

The question went unanswered as Winston too had to look away. From their positions at the entrance, Reinhardt put on his helmet as Torbjorn finished the final repairs, wisely deciding to keep his welding mask on. Genji too had stopped what he was doing to examine what was going on. The fact that all of Winston's friends and comrades had come to crowd around him just made working all the more difficult.

"It's okay! I got thi..."

His words were drowned out as the light soon consumed everything in the room. There was a bright flash and then it was quiet.

[July 15th, 1944]

"Whoa!" Tracer gasped as she was the first one to materialize into existence. The rest of Overwatch promptly followed as they were unceremoniously dumped into the middle of the woods... somewhere.

"Okay. What the hell just happened?" Jack barked immediately as he recomposed himself. Normally outside of battle, the former commander of Overwatch was a bit more laid back and forgiving to errors made. Now, his old grumpy self soon surfaced as he glared at the skies.

"Sorry about that!" Winston called sheepishly as he braced himself for a tongue lashing from Jack. It was to just about everyone's surprise that the scientist didn't get a lecture when Jack pointed right over the gorilla's shoulder.

"Not you." The elderly man said as he pointed in the distance, a bright red beam fired being clearly visible in the distance followed by the sound of gunfire and explosions. "Though Winston, I expect you to fix that damn thing ASAP. First, we deal with whatever it is firing lasers in the middle of nowhere, and after that, someone is going to give me a sitrep on where the hell we are."

"Well, this is just like old times." Winston chuckled as he adjusted his glasses. Weapons were readied around them as a formation was established quickly.

"Reinhardt, Winston, you take point." Jack barked as the former commander once again asserted his position as de facto leader. "Ana and Angela, stay behind. Lena, give me eyes. Genji, Torbjorn. You're with me."

"Ugh, must we use violence again to solve our problems?"

"Who said anything about violence?" Jack asked with a raised eyebrow underneath the tactical visor. "I say we asses the situation first, then, we'll crack some heads if that's necessary."

It took less than about a few minutes of walking and a Tracer's alert over the coms that there was going to be trouble alright.

"Black robot looking thing...?" Genji echoed. Sometimes, the cyborg wished his helmet's visor could make facial expressions just so that he could express to his teammates the incredulity he was feeling right now at Tracer's wording. "So... Omnics?"

"No! Not Omnics! This looks nothing like a O... WHOOOOAAA! It's got lasers!"

There was a tense second of Jack yelling into his communicator and silence coming from the pilot.

"Looks like we've got trouble after all." Jack grumbled. "Pick this up! We're not leaving a teammate to die at whatever damn thing is out there."

Even though the vast majority of their team qualified as senior citizens, it was impressive to see just how quickly Overwatch could move when a teammate's life was threatened. Genji being the fastest naturally would outpace the rest of his slower companions as he took point this time, his visor giving him a clear sight of what was ahead.

It acted like an omnic, looking fairly robotic to him. Yet the color scheme, and the way it was firing lasers everywhere as well as the somewhat spidery design looked nothing like any omnic he had ever seen. Part of him would have been convinced that it may have even an attempt at replicating an organic looking creature simply by nature of how it just looked. After this initial confusion however, the ninja gave a breath of relief as he called to his teammate's.

"Ms. Oxton is okay."

Sure enough, the pilot had only lost her communicator. The speedy brit was dancing circles around whatever it was that was attacking her, shooting her pulse pistols at its legs. Her hands lobbed the pulse bomb straight its underbelly, the resulting explosion causing it to tip over and fall down awkwardly and motionless.

"Heh. Nice one." Winston called as he took a look at what just happened. The tension in the air eased for a moment before coming back tenfold as smiles and grins turned into shock as the Omnic got up again with a metal screech and more lasers.

"Take this thing down!" Jack barked as he dove away from the beams. Ana and Mercy took cover behind Reinhardt as he activated the barrier, the big man giving a satisfied grunt as he saw his shield repel the attack.

"I-I just took it down!" Tracer cried as she dodged more lasers. "That's not fair!"

Regardless of whether or not it was fair, the creature died quickly again as a combination of Winston's Tesla cannon, Jack's helix rockets and Tracer's pulse pistols harried it again with all their might. This effort however came into waste as momentarily it rose as its black surface repaired itself in moments, much to the annoyance of the team.

"How do we kill this thing?! Winston!"

"Uhhh... cursory analysis suggests... USE MORE FIREPOWER!"

"FIREPOWER?! LET A REAL WARRIOR HANDLE THIS."

Dropping his shield, Reinhardt leapt from his position as Mercy and Ana both scrambled to find cover. Landing right on top of their foe, the big man hammered once, the force of his blow shattered the surface sending chunks of powdery substance flying everywhere. Wobbling as though pained, the omnic could not seem to shake Reinhardt off of itself.

The fact that it seemed to be feeling pain, and screeching as a result was a detail not unnoticed by a few members of the team.

"Huh? What is zis?!" Reinhardt suddenly asked as he bought his hammer down again and again. His eye caught a crystal and like how he typically thought about things in context of a fight, something important probably meant he needed to smash it. This time however, maybe it would be useful to take. His massive hands wrapping around the gem, the big man gave a hard yank.

There were few things he ever knew that would provide him a challenge physically, and this was probably one of them. With several titanic pulls, a few stressed grunts and probably another crack in his back, Reinhardt found himself unable to pull the gem free. To his horror, the skin was beginning to regenerate, threatening to engulf his hands.

"Ana!"

"Yes! Yes! YOU'RE EMPOWERED!" The old lady said as she fired her nanoboost straight at the old warrior. His strength multiplied tenfold as power coursed through him.

"THE TROPHY IS MINE!" The big man said as with a mighty roar, the gem came straight undone from the body of his enemy which promptly disintegrated into nothing. Laughing joyously at his feat, the big man held up the gem.

"Looks to be a weakpoint." Torbjorn commented.

"Evaluation seems to support that theory." Winston said as he examined it. "Curious..."

"Alright... so are you eggheads done looking at your diamond?" Tracer asked as she looked up in the sky. In the distance, she could make out small shapes approaching. "Because we got company.

"Fights not over." Jack said as he held his hand up. "Overwatch, prepare for battle."