Shadows and Dust
INTRODUCTION
LA GUERRE C'EST L'ENFER.
A lone aluminum sign stood, the graffiti message rising above the flames and the rubble.
No one expected the Omnics to attack so ferociously and without warning. The fact that Talon was the little needle poking the lion, it seemed that they were at fault, but another plethora of factors also contributed to this New Omnic Crisis.
Regardless of this, Russia was not the country to play.
No longer would they lose millions in an Omnic onslaught, no longer will they send men and women to die against a foe that could reproduce much faster than any human population.
While all other countries were disarmed, Russia was not.
While all other countries was again wasted their men and machines of war against the Omnics, Russia did not.
Russia took the reins on this war, and either in an act of showing might or actual concern for the survival of the human race, they decided enough was enough.
The 6th Hour into the Omnic Crisis, the Russian Missile System was up.
And at the 7th Hour, Omnics and Omnium Plants around the world were targets.
Finally, at the 8th Hour, Omnics and their plants alike were vaporized in the Nuclear Blaze.
Alas, this was not the end of the war, but it was a huge step up for mankind.
Now, in the holocaust, Humanity and Omnic still clashed.
No longer were heroes available.
Overwatch was but a memory taken by the nuclear wake.
But those who were capable did not need the guidance of that heroic Organization.
And that's how it was for one robed man and one woman as they walked down the streets of the ruined French city they were caught in.
The man crushed a charred Omnic head with his large black boot, the metal screeching loudly, scaring some nearby rats out of hiding.
"Talon started this." the woman spoke as she saw the wasted city from atop a mountain of rubble, "With only the motive to destroy Overwatch and the Omnics... not this."
Several fire trucks, barely functioning, fought in vain against the blazes that dotted the city.
"Talon should have known not to fiddle with the sleeping bear." the robed man growled as he reached for the ground and picked up some ashes, "Damn bastards almost took us out too... I'm surprised we even survived this mess." he let the ashes flow down the gaps in his fingers.
Fractured remnants of the French Army could be seen entering the town, escaping what was a battlefield in the distance. Their men tattered, their tanks and vehicles on the verge of breaking down, this little force could only lumber slowly through the decimated city in shame.
"We shouldn't have done it." the man growled, "I didn't join for this mess..."
"Then what for?" the woman asked.
"You know damn well..." the man turned and pointed at her, "To destroy Overwatch!"
"Well, you succeeded." the woman smirked, "Reaper, Overwatch is nothing but ashes and dust now..."
She looked at the ruined landscape from her position one last time before they walked down.
Reaper helped the woman step down, "What's next, Widow?" he said as the two hit the charred street.
"No Talon orders... No Talon."
Widowmaker muttered.
"What do you think?"
The two smirked and looked at the city ahead.