"We can make the World stop", his finger hovered over the 'enter' key on his keyboard. His Fellow accomplices watch him tensely.
"Do it", an Accomplice furrowed their brow at him, "We have them at our fingertips and they don't even know it. Stop their world and make them look around for once".
He frowned slightly, "But should we do it? Or rather... should I do it?".
"You should", another Accomplice sighed, "You know if there was an alternative to this, I would have told you otherwise".
"But Overwatch...".
"Overwatch couldn't change the world if they tried", his Partner told him, "They won't stop this damn war. We will".
"They know of our plot", his First Accomplice reminded him, "The Omnics and Overwatch both. They don't like the idea of us stepping in. Nobody would considering how extreme this might turn out to be. But this is the best way to go about it".
"And what makes you right?", he asked his accomplice.
"Because we are the ones who know how all things end: With Death", his Partner told him, "You should know better than anyone. You died when the World's Greed gave birth to the Omniums. You died with your Family".
"Yet here I am", he whispered to himself, "Wondering if I should even do it... Use the hijacked codes from the Omnics to destroy them for good and using our remaining code to destroy the World's Economy and bring all nations to swift ruin".
"You make it sound like we're ending the world".
"Is that not what we're precisely doing?", he asked.
"No... We're making the World stop", they all replied in unison, "It's a very delicate difference that Overwatch, Omnics, and Terrorists fail to recognize".
"But it seems as th-".
"You're not a Hero, Kyle. Not anymore. You said it yourself".
"I did?".
"You died in that Operation. You died for Overwatch. And for what? For them to fail you. You're a Revenant. That's what you are. That's what WE are. With everything happening, they lost sight of what their goal was. We'll make the world stop. We'll make them see", anger was in their voices.
He thought hard.
He could still see his own Overwatch Profile.
' Operative Name – Kyle Lazarus Wasser
Alias - Nightmare
Age – 23
Role – Cyber-Specialist; Captain of 'Echo Squadron'
Current Status – MISSING IN ACTION (Presumed K.I.A)
Nationality – German-Canadian
Biography – Born in Toronto, Canada on the Year 2034 C.E (Common Era). Kyle Wasser was born to Richard Hartigan Wasser and Jillian Cecilia Wasser. It is currently confirmed that Operative Wasser has 2 Sisters living with his Parents as Civilians in Canada.
Operative Wasser had a fruitful career within the Canadian Military during the North-American Cyber-War between the U.S and Canada after an unknown attack on Washington D.C (Suspected Work of Talon) caused the U.S to declare war.
Serving with distinction and winning the first ever 'The Cross of the Phoenix of Terra'; the Highest Medal of Honour within the Canadian Military given to Soldiers who distinguish themselves greatly on the field with either tactical acumen or tenacity in warfare.
Operative Wasser also won several other medals and was infamously known as 'Nightmare' due to his involvement in Canadian Black Operations that included attacks on U.S Military Bases in the still of night that involved executions and no survivors.
Once the War had ended, Operative Wasser was promoted into the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel within the Canadian Military.
A while after Overwatch was founded,Operative Wasser was inducted into the Organization after the Canadian Military agreed on giving him over to aid in Overwatch Operations during the Omnic Crisis (Omnic War).
Despite never becoming a 'Hero' of Overwatch, Operative Wasser served with great distinction in several notable operations including: Operation Banefire (The Siege of Copenhagen), Operation Overlord (The Invasion of Omnic-Occupied Beijing), Operation Harbinger (The Siege of Berlin), and various other Operations during the Crisis.
While never becoming an outspoken public figure, Operative Wasser became famous within the ranks of Overwatch's 'Grunt' Force, and was well-known to the Heroes of Overwatch. It is believed that Operative Wasser was on friendly terms with: Lena Oxton, John Morrison, Angela Ziegler, and was acquaintances with many others.
Operative Wasser and 'Echo Squadron' were officially killed when a group of unknown assailants planted a bomb (Suspects include Talon and Blackwatch due to charred corpses of assailants) that detonated during Operation Epilogue (The Siege of New York). Operative Wasser's body was never recovered.
He is currently considered M.I.A (Missing in Action). He is, however, officially declared as K.I.A until evidence suggests otherwise.
Appearance
Height – 6 Foot 2
Ethnicity – Caucasian
Hair Colour – Black
Eye Colour – Gray
Description of Face – "Attractive", Sharp Features, 94% Symmetry
Description of Body – Statuesque, Athletic, Firm, Strong
Description of Stature - "Imposing" '.
He grimaced at the thought of his profile. He shook his head as his finger slowly begins to ease away, "... I can't allow this".
"Why?", his Accomplices stood up in anger.
"... This... we're becoming just like them", he stepped back slightly, blinking hard, "... What have we become?", he turned to them, surprise on his face, "... We no longer have allies. Enemies with our Former Friends in Overwatch. Still-Enemies with the Omnics. Considered so Extreme that even Terrorists consider us to be a threat to them... We're becoming monsters".
"You knew this", his Partner hissed at him, "Do it. If we make the world stop, we can make them realize what we have done. Make them realize that we were right in the end!".
"No...", he began entering a command onto the terminal, "I can't let you do this. I wish to avenge myself, but I do not wish to become a Monster at the same time".
"NO!", the sound of guns being drawn.
"I CAN'T LET YOU TRY TO BECOME A HERO! YOU ARE A REVENANT!".
The raging burn of something being torn straight through his back.
The terrible pain of being shot.
It was all red.
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Present Time; Somewhere in London, England
He woke up with a start.
Sweat was beading upon his forehead as his pupils dilate and try to register the world around him. He blinked a few times as he tried to remember where he was.
He remembers.
6 Years Ago, the Omnic Crisis came to an end, and the world soon returned to peace, his dementia was waved out and all that remained was anger.
5 Years Ago, Overwatch became an International Peacekeeping Force, and his sacrifice was forgotten even when he knew he was betrayed by his own organization. Driven mad with anger, he and a rag-tag crew gathered into a Hyper-Elite Cyber-Kinetic Terrorist Force that carried out public attacks and hacked electronics to cause mayhem.
5 Years Ago, he left behind his Accomplices and his Partner after grabbing onto the flickering flame of heroics that was hidden deep behind the fog of anger and dementia that had taken place in his head.
5 Years Ago, Overwatch was officially disbanded and its members went underground, his anger remained, but a new sense of confusion would come to heads and take over his life as he became a periodic vagabond.
4 Years Ago, he became a 'Terrorist' after finding himself without purpose. He swore to kill anybody that stood in his way, whether they be a Hero or Villain.
2 Years Ago, he became infamously known as Revenant by the World, and his fame made him the World's Second-Most-Wanted Terrorist. He was second only to Reaper.
2 Years Ago, several other Terrorist Organizations came out and officially denounced Revenant as a stray terrorist that even they did not tolerate; meaning that even Terrorist Organizations were hostile to him.
4 Months Ago, the World announced that he may have died after he failed to deliver an attack after 4 months of inactivity.
A week ago, he came to London as his memories began to wander to his days in Overwatch.
5 Days ago, he began trying to track down Tracer's where-about in hopes of talking to her to discover what has become of Overwatch's Agents and see what he would do afterwards.
Last Night, he took a drink in a nearby pub before beating the life out of a Thug who thought it was a good idea to smack-talk him, before killing the Good Samaritan who came in to try and stop the fighting themself.
He escaped before the Police could arrive, and passed out in an alley?
Yes, an alley, he remembered now.
It would explain the smell of garbage wafting in the air and the stench of alcohol in his breath. He gave a soft groan as he took a look down upon himself.
His disposable civilian clothing was stained with alcohol and water from the dirty fucking puddles on the alley floor.
His hotel should be nearby, and they'll readily welcome him back after paying the staff some 'hush-money' he had stolen after skimming money from over 1,000 different Bank Accounts by hacking into their Infrastructure and drawing it out of several ATMs.
Despite having turned 29 this year, he didn't look a minute over the age of 24.
Scars remain as evidence of his duty after having worked for Overwatch, and the very delicate light in his eyes was a reminder to those that faced him that he wasn't someone who was doing what he was doing without reason.
He was a man with a cause, not some Terrorist; contrary to popular belief.
He couldn't let the world continue on the way it was going. It was heading down the wrong path in his eyes. The only way he could fix it... was to force it to do what it may not want to do.
He forced himself onto his feet. He swayed with the stinking breeze as he narrowed his eyes and checked his watch.
8:21AM
He's still on time.
40 Minutes until he strikes again.
He began walking to the hotel.
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...
1 Hour Later; Atop of the Elizabeth Tower
He was in position.
He was dressed in his infamous Terroristic Overalls.
It consisted of a black long-sleeve Digital-Pattern Military Uniform combined with black military pants with the same pattern. He wore a black-market-purchased Mark VI Bullet Proof Vest that provided exemplary protection against firearms of all calibers without sacrificing all his mobility.
Several holsters were strapped to his leg; each one holding a different calibre handgun.
One was a semi-auto 9mm.
Another was an automatic machine gun.
The one strapped to his right thigh was a .50 calibre magnum that could stand off against McCree if he was to fire a bullet at his bullet.
Kyle's accuracy was quite spot-on commonly. The precision of a sniper combined with the fire rate of an assault rifle could make a quite deadly combination. But that was just his natural talent, his abilities were something more devastating.
We'll see it in action once he starts his attack.
He mumbled to himself as he raised the black face mask and tightened the black cap to his head, "30 Seconds until the little protest rally reaches the bridge...".
He saw the parading protestors and the following Constable Force watching over them. They begin to cross the bridge that he had planted the bombs on.
He grinned devilishly underneath the mask, "Come on over you sonnuva bitch".
He stood up onto his feet and raises his left wrist up.
There was a touch-screen hacking & access tool attached to it. It gave a blue glow as he taps in his security pattern and decrypts the device as it activates.
He activates a few tools, hits a few buttons and grin as he heard the satisfying hiss of the thrusters readying and the sound of mechanical wings unfurling.
He was Revenant.
Kyle Wasser stood atop of the Elizabeth Tower; looming as a Revenant.
His mechanical wings were spread widely upon both sides as though he was an Angel.
A Fallen One.
The thrusters attached underneath the wings and underneath his boots were ready to fire and help him slow his fall to the point where it could be perceived as flying.
He couldn't fly like a plane, mind you.
But the tech involved with the thrusters allowed him to 'fly' (More like extremely efficient gliding with the ability to spike upwards once) for extended periods of time without the need to ever refuel as it doesn't run off standard fuel.
It was experimental tech from Overwatch that he managed to steal back when he was part of the Extremist Crew.
The Protest Parade and the Constables reach the exact mid-point. The ideal point where his bombs could go off and easily wipe them all out.
Yet the bombs don't go off.
He watches intently.
Waiting.
Suddenly, the Parade stops as the Constables quickly rally.
Constables close in from the direction of Elizabeth's Tower with their shields in a line. They were holding the Protestors on the bridge for some reason.
That was the queue.
Gas Canisters detonate amongst the Protestors alongside with EMP Grenades.
A mist of smoke and a neurotic gas was released within the Protestors; causing the humans within to start falling like flies.
The EMP grenades wipe out the Omnis who were part of the protest.
However, as many fell, some still stood.
They all wore long coats and generally seemed as though they were trying to remain as anonymous as possible.
The Constables following the parade drew their weapons as quickly as possible.
But Kyle knew they had no real chance against those 'Protestors'.
Those were Talon Terrorists, and they were going to be helluva lot more well-armed then a bunch of Constables with pistols.
The gunfire begins with a distinct advantage for Talon as nearly 14 Constables are mowed down within 2 seconds.
The remainder begin firing back, and about 2 Talon Mercs fall under their combined gunfire of handguns.
Not a very good counter attack if he'd ever see one.
Kyle doesn't sweep in yet though. He was waiting for someone else.
And in the corner of his focus; just behind the Constables with metal shields who were pressing as a line towards the Gunmen, he saw a swirl of a black mist.
A black and red mist was swirling behind the line of Constables and fleeing, surviving protestors. He doesn't need time to know who was part of the attack.
Reaper.
A growl escaped his throat, "There you are, you sonnuva bitch", he prepared to fly in, "You've been a thorn in my ass for too long. Always trying to kill the Revenant. Well, I suppose there can only be 1".
Reaper rised from the mist as though he was some sort of eldritch being. His infamous shotguns were popped into his hands within milliseconds of his appearance as he unleashes a hailstorm of bullets upon the unknowing Riot Constables.
Countless fall.
The Constables were about to be wiped out, and even their fast-approaching reinforcements wouldn't be fast or strong enough to stop Talon from succeeding at their objective: Blow up the Elizabeth Tower.
They had disguised their agents in teh midst of the parading protest in order to get their armed forces in as closely and as discreetly as they could to teh Elizabeth Tower.
The Parade rally would have never gone any closer to the Elizabeth Tower than from the bridge, so that was their ideal moment to strike since they'd be fairly close by and be able to fight off most of the Emergency Responders without any serious opposition while they get there.
Any further back, and he believes that maybe Tracer or some Vigilante would come screaming in and interfere to assist the Constables; potentially causing Talon to fail at their objectives.
How does he know all this?
By utilizing his Cyber Warfare Specialty and hacking into the Talon Network during one of their Operations 3 Months ago. He recovered their plans and made his own plans to interfere during their attack in hopes of driving off Talon and scaring the world in 1 attack.
As Reaper continues his onslaught and Talon begins to regroup with Reaper, he snorts and gives his casual going-into-battle phrase.
"Once more unto the breach", he quoted Shakespeare. He leaped off the Elizabeth Tower and begins to plummet.
It was almost like para-trooping during his days fighting for the Canadians in the North-American Cyber-War. He tapped his wrist-mount quickly as he felt the thrusters come to life.
His wing and feet thrusters activate as he begins to sore forward. The remaining thrusters activate at various parts of his body to keep him afloat for as long as possible.
It doesn't have to last long, he was only coming in like this for the theatrics to rattle fear into the eyes of those against him and to have the element of surprise.
He came upon the bridge within 20 seconds.
A Talon Mercenary shouted as he pointed at his angelic form, "Shit! It's Revenant!".
"Spread out!", the Talon Mercs spread.
A Constable shouted, "Lads! It's Revenant! Get the blasted Army here now!".
Kyle narrowed his eyes as he quickly flew straight overhead the bridge and used his 'ultimate'.
With an earth-shattering shout of fury, he raised both hands dramatically into the air before he heard the automatic scream of an opera following with his own. A surge of rockets fire out from the wings.
While nowhere near as many as the amount that Pharah might launch in her epic barrage, Kyle's missiles were far more sinister.
Each were designed to home in on their victims. That wasn't all, each were loaded with micro-grenades that would spray out once they detonate against a target to ensure maximum mayhem.
Only about 10 missiles were fired out of Kyle's wings, but they were more than enough.
Quickly homing in on their targets after turning in their air, the missiles strike sparsely over the bridge.
The Talon Mercs and Constables targeted in particular by the missiles are just about eviscerated entirely; leaving nothing behind but a charred, stump of a corpse in a puddle of black soot and red blood.
The spray of micro-grenades cause more than enough mayhem as everybody anywhere near teh strike zones stumble when the bridge rumbles under the force of several micro-grenades blowing up all around.
A few go tumbling off their feet too with the bridge.
Kyle's thrusters deactivate and Kyle lands upon the bridge gracefully.
He narrowed his eyes at Reaper, "Time to reap the Reaper".
"Prepare to DIE", Reaper's shotguns materialized in his hands within milliseconds as the first shotgun blast fires out.
Kyle's side thrusters sends him barrelling to the side, giving the illusion of him dashing aside as Kyle raised his own rifle.
It was an Automatic M9A4; the revolutionized child of the old M4A1 Rifle from generations ago. Its firepower was formidable and its accuracy was respectable, yet its true selling point came from its underbarrel attachment; which was a seperate bolt-loaded firing chamber capable of firing a .50mm bullet like an Anti-Material Rifle.
It was a devastating shot, but one that took a while to reload since you had to bolt it in AND go through a calibration process with the recoil dampeners.
Kyle unleashed a quick burst from his rifle before dashing aside from another one of Reaper's shotgun blasts.
Reaper easily side-stepped Kyle's burst of bullets.
Reaper unleashed a symphony of lead upon the dodging-Revenant with a condescending laugh.
Each dash Kyle took, it gave him slight flashbacks to working for Overwatch.
He could almost taste the blood in his mouth from whenever he was hit by a bullet and had to power through it.
Just as Reaper runs through all his bullets, he drops the shotguns.
With a tiny opening, Kyle dashed forward before firing off his thrusters.
Kyle tried to tackle Reaper with a boosted lunge, but Reaper's figure dissipates into a black mist as soon as Kyle powered straight through it.
Kyle grinded to a halt as he quickly spun around and ducked under Reaper's swing. With his duck, he spun and threw a upwards-backwards kick that lands firmly against the back of Reaper's head and sends Reaper stumbling.
Yet, Reaper recovers quickly with a pair of shotguns in hand laughing.
He shouts while laughing, "DIE! DIE! DIE!" while unleashing a maelstrom of more bullets.
The Revenant dodged each one narrowly with thruster-assisted dashes and dashes of his own will.
It was the battle between 2 of the World's Most Wanted Terrorists.
Soon, overcome by rage because of Kyle's insistent dodges, Reaper used his own ultimate ability.
A terrible mist of black consumed the area as Reaper screamed at the top of his lungs once more, "DIE! DIE! DIE!".
Bullets flew from everywhere.
Revenant couldn't dodge everything even IF he tried.
Bullets pelted the ground, his armor, his body from every direction despite knowing Reaper was in front of him; shooting in every direction.
It was the infamous Death Blossom.
Revenant gave a hiss of pain as a bullet dug deep into his thigh, "Ah! Fuck off!".
Reaper only laughed some more, "DIE! DIE! DIE!", the bullets continue.
Eventually, much to Kyle's relief, the bullets cease. Yet the damage had been done, Kyle fell to the floor, his mechanical wings damaged as they twitch and spark with him writhing on the floor.
A few bullets managed to strike home, but that wasn't his main concern.
It was the shotgun barrel being pressed upon his face, "Tell me Revenant... Do you know, who I am?".
Kyle snarled, "Of course, Commander Reyes. You never liked Morrison. You never liked me either; so you decided to have Blackwatch plant a bomb and detonate it on me and my team".
"So you knew I knew about who you were, Captain Wasser?", Reaper laughed heartily, not the condescending laugh, "Impressive. You're much more craftier than you seem to be at a glance. To survive the bomb that would have blind-sided even Morrison himself".
"I'm not a moron", Kyle snarled at Reaper, "Go on. Kill me. I dare you, fuck-face".
"Gladly. I'll be sure to give Tracer your regards", the finger began to ease on the trigger, "Goodbye, Revenant...".
"Goodbye... for now, Reaper", the bridge rumbles as Kyle sets off the charges.
With the bridge breaking apart, it meant hte ground shook violently in the process.
Reaper's shot lands right next to Kyle's head, and Reaper's surprise was all Revenant needed to kick Reaper away and to race to his feet.
The bridge began to break apart and plummet into the water.
Constables try to race off as Talon Agents try to do the same.
Gunfire stopped altogether as everybody tried to get off the bridge.
Kyle jumped and his thrusters activate; causing him to fly straight into the air momentarily before he begins to fly over towards Elizabeth Tower; where he could see Reaper's mist racing to.
Yet, as he did, he couldn't help but notice the distinct blue blur coming in from his peripheral.
"Cheers Love!", her cheery, British voice charmed the world, "The Cavalry's here!", her figure stood at the tip at the broken bridge; where she set down roughly 3 Constables before her focus shifted to him.
It was Lena 'Tracer' Oxton, the Girl who he had been seeking.
She stood there in all her beauty, not a second aged from how he remembered her.
Then, another figure roared as he watched a massive, hulking figure land beside her carrying what he garnered to be the remaining constables. He sets the Constables down before turning and looking at him with his bespectacled eyes.
It was Winston, the Hyper-Intelligent Ape raised on the moon.
He almost reminisced upon the past, and nearly wanted to greet them with a smile. Yet he stopped himself.
He was Revenant, an Angered Spirit from the past who has come from Death to wreak havoc and suffering to all those in his way until he was avenged.
A forlorn sigh escaped his lips, but he raised his voice all the same and fixed on the authoritive tone he used to have whenever ordering his Men, "Tracer and Winston. Agents of Overwatch? Weren't you disbanded?".
"We were, Revenant", Winston pulled his large Tesla-cannon from his back, "We WERE".
"Agents have been recalled, Love!", Tracer grinned victoriously at him, "We're not going to let people like you wreak havoc! The World could always use more Heroes!".
"Perhaps it could", he replied, "But move aside. I'm not here to fight the pair of you... Not now at least. Little Reaper thinks its a brilliant idea to blow up the Elizabeth Tower and I'm here to pr-".
"You actually know it's called Elizabeth Tower?", Tracer looked amazed, "Wow, I would have thought you'd call it Big Ben to tick me off! Wait... are you having a laugh?", she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Wait, Reaper's here to blow up the Tower?", Winston turned around to the Elizabeth Tower.
He then came to notice the black mist floating frighteningly fast towards it.
Revenant nodded, "If you'd be so kind as to assist me? I may be a Terrorist; but I'm not the kind to wipe out a Monument such as that. I have my limits, and he's crossing it".
He was being honest. Even if he was called 'Revenant', he was still very much human. Kyle had his limits. While he was a terrorist, he was one who did have some regret over his actions, but is justifying it as revenge in a twisted way.
Tracer looked like she was literally about to attack Kyle, but Winston stops her by stating, "Reaper takes priority... Revenant is right. Even if Revenant is a terrorist; he isn't the kind to blow up a monument... Reaper is though".
"But he's a baddie!", Tracer complained, "He's killed all these... all these People! We can't help him, he's a Terrorist!".
"Maybe I am", Kyle replied, "But I have my reasons. It's not like I could do much as we talk. Reaper, however, can do as much as he likes if we don't stop him. So will you not be so kind as to assist me in beating Reaper out of this attack? I've heard you managed to stop him and 'Widowmaker' from stealing Doomfist's Glove. This should be child's play with 3 of us".
"We need to move quickly then. Revenant, Tracer, you two go on ahead and occupy Reaper. I'll provide aid while I'm here and I'll come over to assist as soon as possible, understood?".
"Sounds good to me, Winston", Kyle lands next to Tracer momentarily.
He winced before leaning down and pulling out a few bullets that was embedded in him, "... Had a scuffle with him, haven't you?", Tracer asked as she watched.
"You could say that", he leaned back up, "Are you ready, Love?".
"Let's stop him!", Tracer grinned and took off sprinting; dashing with the use of her chronal accelerator as Kyle takes off once more and flies right after her.
They come upon the base of Elizabeth Tower to find Reaper planting the bomb with terrifying speed.
Tracer stopped when she spots Revenant raise his rifle.
Kyle uses one of his abilities; the Harbinger-Shot. The Anti-Material Round is fired swiftly from his weapon's underbarrel.
Reaper shifts into a mist and moves away as the bullet harmlessly goes through him, but ends up destroying the bomb's electrical components when the bullet smashes through without delay.
It deactivates the bomb, thankfully (Wooh! If it was one of those drama movies, he was sure that the bomb would have went off and wiped him AND Tracer off the side of the Earth!).
Reaper narrowed his eyes at Revenant and Tracer from beneath the mask, "Working with her, are you, Captain Wasser?".
"Captain Wasser?", Tracer turned to Revenant as she tried to jog through her memory.
"Old Habits die hard", he quoted his Commander, John Morrison in return, "But you know what will die harder? Old Idiots like you".
"Hahaha, I can't wait for you to die. You may have won the battle, Overwatch, but the war has just begun...".
Kyle sneered and fired a barrage of bullets at Reaper.
The bullets pelt through a black mist as Reaper's shotguns clattered to the floor without its wielder any longer.
Tracer... or rather... Lena turned to Kyle, who watched her closely, "Nightmare, is that you?".
"Guh", Revenant winced at the term, "Don't call me by my old name. Nightmare was someone who prowled in the middle of the night and attacked you when you least expected it. Revenant is the Spirit of the Departed returned to enact his vengeance".
"Is it really you, Love!?", she looked terribly excited as told by her giddy bouncing and the growing grin.
He lowered the face mask and removed the contact lenses from his eyes that hid his distinct gray eyes. He could only manage a weary smile and a slight wave, "Cheers Love, The Cavalry's here", he repeated her phrase gently.
She raised her goggles off of her eyes for the first time in forever, a dazed grin on her face as tears welled up in her eyes. She raced forward in a blur of blue before throwing her arms around him and gathering him up in a tight hug, "You're alive!".
He hesitated in responding, but he had history with her.
They were once friends, back when they were both in Overwatch. Even before she became known as Tracer, back when she was still just a test-pilot.
Hell, that's one of the real ways he came to meet her, but more on that later.
He hesitantly brought his arms around her and returned it, "I'm alive... I'm alive". Yet, it felt less like he was telling that to her.
It felt more like he was telling himself.
She moved her head back, but narrowed her eyes at him in an attempt to be serious, "You have a lot of explaining to do, love! Being an Evil Person and all isn't good! I hope you have a good reason!".
As he opened his mouth to respond, he stopped when he heard Winston call out, "Tracer! Revenant...? Why are you two hugging?".
Winston was behind them, so he must not see his face currently.
"Winston!", Tracer broke off from Revenant and waved cheerfully, "Revenant... it's Nightmare! From Overwatch!".
"Nightmare?", Winston ran through his memories rapidly and came up with the name in seconds, "Captain Wasser?".
"The very same!", Tracer spun Revenant around to face Winston.
Kyle could only manage another weary wave and smile, "Greetings Winston. I have a lot to explain in regards to becoming a Terrorist, don't I?".
Winston looked delighted for a split moment, but calms himself as he nodded firmly and seriously, "You do, but let me ask you an important question...".
"And don't think about lieing!", Tracer stuck her finger against his chest with a pout.
"Captain Wasser, I know you died when a bomb wiped out your Squadron. You were a Distinguished Overwatch Hero. Not known widely to the public, but well-known within our ranks... Tell me this: Are you still a Hero?".
Kyle thought hard. It was a difficult question.
He has done quite a few number of things in the past that was questionable. Things of which, he regrets. Yet at teh same time, he justified it all as a grim necessity. However, all those years ago... He didn't go through with a dangerous plan that easily made him the World's most dangerous man for the few minutes of indecision he was at.
He came to answer when he realized that whenever it came to truely evil actions... he always stopped. Things that would never be justifiable, he never went through with. Perhaps that was a clue to the good in his heart.
Or maybe he was just a soft-hearted devil. But in the end, it didn't change his answer.
With firm conviction in his voice and the light in his eyes glowing brighter than ever, he responded truthfully, "Yes".
Tracer and Winston both looked to each other for a moment.
Tracer grinned, "Well Love. We're bringing Overwatch back together! We Heroes will save the World, just as we did once before!", she looked innocently honest with her answer.
Winston gave a grimace however, "We are recalling all Overwatch Agents... If I had known you were alive... well... We would have tried to contact you. We didn't know, but now that we do... I ask you this, Captain Wasser".
"Would you care to join Overwatch once more?".
"Absolutely", his answer came out before he even thought about it.
Winston smiled. A happy smile, "... Then welcome aboard, Revenant. We'll discuss your past later... but for now: Welcome back to Overwatch, Agent".
Tracer hugged him once more, "You'll love the Base! It isn't as big as Headquarters, but Winston's made it a pretty neat area! You'll get to meet everybody again! It'll be just like Old Times!".
"Old Times... Right", he lost his smile slightly.
Yet, there was a new glimmer inside him.
Something he had thought he had lost in his years involved as a Terrorist.
Hope.
While there was a shadow over him for what he has done, a new light was overhead.
Overwatch could be his ultimate tool for redemption... and his only way to avenge himself without becoming a Monster.
Welcome Back to Overwatch, Kyle Wasser.
We look forward to working with you.