Eyy b0ss, bet you didn't think I would do this, well, apart from that other person (Im sorry I cant remember your name) there isn't really much of this kind of Q/O, im just adding to it. Ghost voice is in fact Nolan's. For this fic, imagine the hunter in any kind of armor that you want, if you'd like, then you can even imagine him with a warlock helmet on! I don't like to constrict readers' imagination to a specific set, especially when you havent seen it yet, and I cant remember it.
I do not own Destiny or Overwatch
The Hunter was in his gifted ship, received from another guardian who had braved the legendary vault of glass.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A floating contraption digitalised to life.
"It certainly is, buddy..." Of course they were awed by the captivating beauty of an alternate earth from orbit. Though it was short lived.
"Ar? There's a bank robbery happening in Dorado, come on, let's go get'em." He excitedly twirled his parts.
"Of course, I'll lead the way this time." The hunter gripped the steering mechanics of his small ship. Honestly, humanity had expanded to the reaches of Mars, yet the tower could not provide guardians a bigger ship, no matter how firm their arguments were.
Ikora was most certainly a tough nut to crack.
"Ar, we're close enough for transmat, and it looks like the event is still going on. It was true, from the ship's command screen, a holographic display of some punks transporting mountains of cash was shown. "Alright, do it, Cup."
"I still can't get used to that name, however." The ghost rotated meanwhile.
"Nah, it sounds harmless and friendly, just like you." The hunter mused, white light consumed him, and he felt his familiar loudout attached to him.
Instantly, he found himself on top of an apartment building, with a perfect view of the front door, which had some vans parked, back-doors facing the front entrance, with a masked vigilante standing guard. I crouched down and made my way to the ledge as quick as I can.
I let my scout rifle lean on the ledge, with the safety knob in the white area.
It was another gift, with little meaning other than to clear the vault space of the more prominent, effective guardians.
It meant many things to him though.
For one, the fact that it was a scout rifle put it in the hunter's good side. Secondly, it had very little recoil, and if one trusts their own adjustment, they could make it so that it held as much bullets as an old Shadow Price. Finally, it infuses solar power into each bullet was an incredible counter to the shields of centurions and wizards. Very nice.
"Bringing down the box." Cup chimed.
I looked at the scout one last time, before taking the longer rifle from my back, and setting up my little encampment.
My sniper was a lucky one thousand yard stare. Lucky from the quirks that came with it, which allowed an almost full bar in stability, yet somehow it still kicked upwards every time I shoot it.
Beside me, a grey box materialized, and from the helmet screen, I saw a once empty special ammo symbol light up with green.
"Where are they, Cup?" I asked. "They're not out yet." He answered.
I breathed outwards, this was the usual, keeping watch over a specific sector for the top brass in the tower, I didn't go out hunting feared machine-gods, or destroy the aspects of darkness. No, I simply deployed the box and kept watch over a large open area. Guardians praise my patience, and often ask me to watch over them while completing a mission.
That was fine as well, I didn't like to move around a lot, so staying still and keeping watch are what I do, really. Sometimes a passing fireteam would pass by for ammo in the middle of a strike mission, but that was it.
Pure peace and quiet.
"They're coming out, all hostiles, coming out in four..." Cup reported
I peered through the small scope, into the entrance of the bank.
"Three."
I cracked the bones in my back in anticipation.
"Two."
Waited until a masked robber appeared in the doorway.
"Imminent.''
There, a man with a calm face, but with hurried steps burst into vision, tough looking guy. He tossed a suitcase at the guard, then after a moment threw the one in his other hand at the guard again.
My index came to the trigger and lined up the shot, I breathed. The cross-hairs of the scope had him in the center.
He spasmed uncontrollably, the guard came up to him and shook him. Before long he spasmed as well.
"Authorities inbound, I think we're done here." I removed myself from the scope, now that I wasn't so focused, I heard sirens wailing in the distance.
"Reckon' I'll stay here, make sure they don't get away." I said. Returning to the scope, I kept my eyes to the scene where two masked men lay on the floor, without any blood at all. I often found myself wanting to stare into a sniper scope for a long time.
The sirens faded, once you've been in this line of duty for a while, the world around you becomes nothing, and only you and the area you're guarding exist.
Which was why it was a good thing Ghosts exist, they warned you if there was any hostiles coming from behind. I was fine with my long term missions, some lasted a whole day.
In fact, it always seemed like Cup was waiting for something to happen. Whatever it was is anyone's guess, it could also be that I'm reading too much into it. Probably.
Back to the point, there was no distinct darkness in this alternate earth, so Ghost just mentioned whenever something came close. So far, it's just been a curious animal. Cute little stray kitten lost it's family, we did what we had to.
Another masked criminal came into vision, instantly crouching to the two and shaking them. Still nothing. The criminal gave up on them and booked it to one of them vans, tossing a silver suitcase into the open storage of one of them. He sprinted back towards the entrance.
Just kidding! while he was shaking them, I fired a stun round into his side. He fell sideways and slid down the stairs of the bank, all while shaking in reaction to the 'bullet'.
I snickered at the embarrassing thing. So did Cup, instead of a moving mouth, the blue on his eye flickered in brightness and the pieces of him moved with each 'heh' he laughed out. Eventually the body slowly tapped the sidewalk, and laughter died down.
A faint, blue light flashed at the entrance, it only got bolder. I cleared out from the scope, and the familiar box of a police car pulled up at the entrance. I heard overlapping sirens, another police car stopped at the entrance, a few meters behind the empty vans. Cup came into vision
"Looks like we didn't need the box this time."
"I guess not..." I said from my view of the entrance, finger off the trigger now that police had shown up. Didn't want to accidentally shoot them. I sighed, letting the breath exit before breathing it right back in, my hand went to the barrel of the rifle, placing it on my back. My scout was still there, with its gimmick-tripod.
I really only used it in direct combat, which was only a few times, and I really only stood in those conditions, so the tripod felt more of an aesthetic than an asset.
Looked cool though.
"Ready for transmat?" Cup floated my vision of the entrance once he had seen the special forces truck appear when it turned a corner, I'd seen it as well.
"Go ahead." A moment later, I was washed in white, together with the box and scout.
"Most interesting." The ninja mused on, before climbing a wall into the night.
A few days later, at Winston's lab.
"-were caught by the authorities, no word from the local police as of yet. Back to you Mike." A screen broadcasted the latest news. Winston looked at the screen, in curiosity. Talon operants have been found in Dorado by some old members of Overwatch, surely this robbery had something to do with them. A distraction maybe? There was a big lab over there.
Too late, the topic of the bank robbery had been replaced by news of a cat that decided to turn swimming from a fear into a hobby.
The gorilla climbed his big hanging tire, and reached for a plastic jar of peanut butter.