Ok so some of you may be wondering why it says new chapter but it's still chapter one, well because someone was nice enough to edit my story. And who is that wonderful person you may ask. Well it's InfinityStryker. The one and only. So read, enjoy, and review...please.

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There was quiet in the large underground facility, right up until it was interrupted by a scoff.

"Some job this was," muttered a young woman in purple to her partner, who was currently trying to reach their third member.

"Be quiet Sombra, just because you had nothing to hack doesn't mean it was a worthless job," snapped Reaper. "Widowmaker come in, what's your twenty? …Widowmaker! Damnit woman, answer me!"

"Here, allow me," the purple-clad woman offered, holding her hand out for the communication device. Taking it from Reaper, she pulled up a layout of the compound, and pinged the blue-skinned sniper.

"This is not right. It's showing her in the basement." Reaper said, looking over the woman's shoulder.

"Should we go get her?" Sombra asked.

Reaper thought about it for a minute. He had an ingrained mentality not to go back for downed agents, but with it just being the three of them, if he lost her he'd be down a sniper, and that would mean he'd lose out on jobs.

"Yes, but I'm the only one going for her. You need to make sure I have an out," he finally decided.

Sombra nodded and smirked at him, but her eyes revealed the slight worry she was feeling. "Be careful Gabriel, you're not as young as you once were."

Reaper turned to her and smiled, but under his mask it went unseen. "Let's get started."

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"So, do you think they will come for this thing?" asked Random Guard #1 as he looked into a cell.

"I don't know. I doubt it though, they're mercs. They know the risks, and they never come back for their own. Besides, the boss man will be here soon," Random Guard #2 replied.

"You have no idea what is about to happen to you," whispered the blue-skinned woman inside the cell, sending a pitying glance towards the two guards.

"Quiet!" snapped Random Guard #2, "or else we might just turn off the cameras and play 'Squish the Spider'."

Widowmaker made no noises, instead tapping her finger on the ground slowly, making a strange, silent beat.

"I hope you can pick this up," she whispered to the shadows.

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Reaper sensed the taps and followed them, he was so caught up in maintaining his connection he ran straight into a guard… or so he originally thought.

"Gabriel?! What are you doing here?"

Reaper's heart jumped. Standing before him and holding his iconic rifle was Jack Morrison, the previous commander of Overwatch… and his old friend. The first thing to pop out of his mouth once he regained his ability to speak was: "I thought you were dead, Jack."

"He's dead alright. I'm just a Soldier."

"Then why did you call me by my name?"

"…"

"…"

"What are you doing here? …Reaper."

"Rescuing my sniper. And what do I call you now, Jack?"

"Soldier. Soldier 76."

"…I'm just going to call you Sol."

"Whatever."

"And what brings you here?"

"...An assignment. The people here are planning an attack on a city. We don't know their full plan yet, only that it's huge."

"What?! We were assigned to take these people out to!" Reaper exclaimed.

"Something's not right." Soldier 76 said, leveling his rifle.

{"Reaper! All passageways are closing!"} Sombra declared through the coms.

"What!"

"It's a trap," Soldier 76 said calmly, checking his ammo.

"Can you escape?" Reaper asked, only for gunshots to blare through the com unit. "Sombra? Sombra! Report! What's your twenty?!"

Suddenly, in a flash of purple, the woman fell to the floor, clutching her side. There was a bullet wound there, bleeding profusely onto the ground.

"They know we're… here…" she muttered weakly, before collapsing.

Soldier 76 caught her before Reaper could react and gently laid her down. "Heal up," he said quietly, setting up his biotic field. Looking at Reaper, he sighed. "Just like old times?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Just like old times," Reaper agreed, shaking his hand and looking down at the hacker on the floor. Even though she was a full-grown adult, he still saw her as a child.

"Stay here, as soon as you can move follow us, but stay cloaked."

"Yes sir." She mumbled, strands of her muscles slowly knitting themselves back together.

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In the cell room, more and more troopers and guards were gathering, preparing their weapons. The two from earlier, Random Guards #1 and 2, had taken the post in front of the doorway, ready to shoot whatever came through.

Widowmaker looked up suddenly as she felt a massive surge in blood lust. Knowing what was about to happen, she scooted as far back as she could. And then she froze, as the cold fury of Commander Morrison made its presence known in the room.

"Impossible… he's dead!"

"What did you say you spider bitc-" Random Guard #3 was cut off by a massive explosion.

Suddenly, blue pulse rounds ripped through the area, followed by the red streaks of Reaper's shotguns.

"I'VE GOT YOU IN MY SIGHTS!" came a loud roar.

Twelve troopers dropped almost immediately from precision head shots, Random Soldiers #1 and 2 among them. Unfortunately, no one had time to grieve for their tragic deaths, as the assault continued on. Reaper flowed into the room in his wraith form, quickly turning solid and pointing his shotguns at the group. Widowmaker smirked as he started chanting.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!"

As he blew away more and more troopers, the rest overcame their shock and started firing back. Seeing the guard with the cell key, Widowmaker used her grappling hook to snag him and slam him into her cell door.

"Thank you," she told the unconscious guard mockingly, taking the key and opening the door.

"Freeze!" A trooper shouted, holding a gun to her head. "Don't move or I'll- URK!"

Sombra stepped over the man as he fell down, unconscious. "Oops, did I do that? Anyway, here's your gun."

Widowmaker took her rifle and turned to help, only to see every single trooper and guard dead or dying, with Reaper standing in the middle of the carnage. Suddenly, she saw Soldier 76, and she leveled her gun at him.

"What are you doing here? Mister Soldier 76," she sneered, her sights centered on his forehead.

Instead of answering her, he dropped his biotic field near Reaper, looking at him and chuckling. "This was a trap."

"No s***."

"Language. Also, Amélie, zip up all the way."

"Don't tell me what to…! Wait, no way… You're Commander Morrison?!"

"Morrison is dead, I'm just a soldier."

"B***, Jack!" Storming up to the commando, she slapped him. "How could you do that to us?! Just because we got taken down doesn't mean you can disappear!"

"Don't forget, we were taken down by someone in our own group." Reaper interjected as he took the ID tags from the downed troopers.

"As amusing as this is to watch, it is, unfortunately, time to say goodbye," a voice spoke through the room's speakers, "by now, you've undoubtedly killed all the troopers in the room, and are currently trying to figure out why you were brought here. Allow me to explain. What better way is there to get rid of the heads of both Blackwatch and Overwatch, than in one fell swoop? With the four of you out of the picture, any attempt to revive the two Watches will fail."

"You think I'm still the figure head for Overwatch? That's adorable, but you're quite wrong," Soldier 76 retorted. Turning, he looked at Sombra. "Sombra, get in there and find me his coordinates."

The hacker quickly complied, and almost instantly she pulled up a screen with the coordinates. Reaper looked over and tilted his head. "Who is this guy?"

"He's the head of a cartel. We've been trying to take him down for months, this is our first break," Soldier 76 replied as the voice in the background began its monologue.

"Um guys… we might have a problem," Widowmaker suddenly spoke up.

"Oh s***."

"Language!"

"That's… a very big bomb…"

"Yes, I was just concluding my explanation on how it is completely impossible for any of you four to diffuse it, but being as you completely ignored me you now-" he was cut off by a gunshot, a loud buzzing emanating from the now-destroyed screen.

Reaper looked at Sombra, who was still pointing one of his shotguns at the screen.

"What? He was annoying."

Suddenly, the bomb started blinking and beeping.

"That can't be good," growled Soldier 76.

"Great, I'm going to die without getting paid. Wonderful," Sombra grumbled as she tried hacking the door. "Wait... I hear... voices?"

Pressing her ear to the door, Sombra had only a second to react when she recognized the chant coming from the other side.

"GET CLEAR!"

Suddenly, the door was destroyed as three ethereal dragons slammed through. As the smoke cleared, two figures made their way through the smoke. One had a blue aura slowly fading from his left arm, which was holding a bow, and the other had a green aura slowly fading from his arms as he sheathed a katana.

"Brother," the bow wielder started, "I believe we have found who we were looking for."

"I agree Hanzo. Perhaps now the lady will calm down?"

"One will only achieve true calm, once they have found their inner peace," another voice added.

"So, we get rescued by the brothers and a peace-loving robot," grumbled 76. "Make that two robots," he added as Bastion walked in.

"Err… How much time is left on that bomb?" Hanzo asked suddenly, as the beeping intensified.

"…Oh-" Reaper started.

"S***!"

The room was filled with light and then deafening silence. From the outside, one would never have suspected a bomb had ever gone off, or that eight members of a disgraced organization had disappeared, all without a trace.

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-original A/N:

Ok, so I spent a crap ton of time playing Overwatch last week, and I really wanted to make a story. So, hopefully it will take off and get some attention. If not, meh, I'll keep going on it until I get bored.

-New A/N

Alrighty then. Again thank you InfinityStrykr, for editing my story. Everyone you should go check him out. He's really funny.