from: "Lead"

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"…two, three—now!"

Like a truck, Winston burst through the double doors. Tracer lept in—or rather, "blinked" in—after him, and I followed close behind.

The room was empty of any hostiles. However, with all the server racks here, it took a few minutes for us to be sure.

"We're clear," Winston said finally. "Now, let's see what all the commotion was about."

"Roger," I replied.

Although the server racks had nothing interesting around them, it was the far end of the room that got my attention. There was a desk, an office chair, a keyboard—the technical trappings you'd find in a computer-based intelligence outfit. Above the desk was a huge holographic screen—and it was chock-full of information.

"Hey, guys…?" I called out. "You might wanna see this."

Tracer "blinked" over to the desk ahead of me. "Huh," she exhaled. "Whoever this bugger is, he's gotten his mitts on a lot of data that'll get him killed."

"Overwatch personel files and operation plans… Talon encryptions and intel…" Winston was looking through the data—and by the look on his face, it was a dangerously sensitive trove of it. "How did he get this without us knowing?"

"Well, he's definately quite the criminal hacker if he could pull this off on other factions, not just Overwatch," I reasoned. I was taking a look at the globe on the holo-screen. There were a lot of points where major events occured. Some involved the Omnic Crisis; some involved Talon; some involved the deaths of key Overwatch personel, including Gérard Lacroix… Every single event on this globe had a connection with Overwatch and its legacy. "And it doesn't look like he's just a mere admirer, either."

Then I noticed the pictures.

I recognized twelve of them—some from Overwatch, others from a myriad of affiliations. There was Tracer and Winston, of course. Then there was Torbjörn, the stout engineer; "Mercy", the doctor and combat medic; Reinhardt, the armored hammer-wielder. There was Satya Vaswani—"Symmetra"—of the Vishkar Corporation. There was Phareeha Amari—callsign "Pharah"—from Helix Security. There was "Widowmaker"—formerly Amélie Lacroix—the cold-blooded assassin affiliated by her "creators", Talon. There was Reaper—the masked, enigmatic "bringer of death".

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,# "—lot of people on this list—all potential warfighters," I found myself saying to the others. "Overwatch and otherwise—whoever this 'Collector' is, they're definitely not in this for just hardcore fan service. They've got possible combat scenarios for everyone and everywhere."

"Well, what do we do with it?"

I shrugged. "Well, we can't analyze it here. Take back a hard copy for later?"

Winston nodded. "Good idea. If nothing else, it might give us a better clue with who we're dealing with here."