Chapter 1
On a nice sunny day, there was a crowded café that had customers of many size, shape and origins. In the corner of the café sat quietly on her chair, typing away on her laptop. With a few more taps, she looked around her situation to make sure she wasn't watched. She took a sip of her coffee and went back to her work.
The National Bank, the Bank of England, was located at Threadneedle Street, London, United Kingdom. The day went by like any other peak hour; the bankers were talking with their customers and answering any questions Omnic or Human asked. Inside the bank, the accountants counted the money carefully with technology and storing them in the vault. The money was looked very special as it wasn't normal paper or gold bars. They were 3D digitalized blocks of green with the money dollar sign on them.
A man on the computer was doing his job until his screen seems to glitch. He shook his head and hit the monitor, which seemed to fix the problem. A sound of frustration escaped his lips as it was the third time this week. They really need to update or someone might try to hack them the man thought as he continue to input information of the latest cash in the bank with other account details.
Back at the café, she smiled almost childishly as she tapped a few more keys and pressing enter. The money in the vaults slowly disappeared, traveling through the air into her account. Suddenly, flashing lights and the loud sirens came from the front of the café.
The cops were here. She remained calm, closing her laptop and packing it into her bag while everyone's attention was in the front. Police forces rushed into the small building, asking the residents to remain in their seats.
Suddenly, a familiar trail of blue light flash before everyone's eyes that belongs to only one person in the world. Policemen ready their guns, watching every corner of the café. She sat patiently with her backpack ready to leave.
"Cheers, love! The cavalry's is here!" Tracer blinked all the way upstairs, climbing to the gift that she left for her. She couldn't help but smiled. Upstairs, Tracer stared into her phone where a beeping sound increased in pitch the closer Tracer gets to her target. Tracer stopped in front of a plain looking door. The beeping was at its highest pitch and Tracer turned it off. With a little effort, Tracer broke down the door.
The room was empty, save for a table with a note. Tracer approached the table with caution, slowly walking to read the note. On the note, it said:
Good Try!
Not Good Enough.
Tracer huffed in annoyance, kicking the table over. Tracer gasped and disappeared, recalling back to where Tracer was in time to a few second ago. A great explosion erupted above the café, causing chaos as everyone inside ran for safety and the onlookers were already calling the fire department. Tracer blinked to a safe distance and looked down, overlooking the situation before her. The only thing in her mind was She'd done it again
She drove to her home, looking in her mirrors and blind spots to watch if she was being followed. As she drove into her home, she exited her vehicle carrying her backpack. She stared up at the place she called home. The mansion was huge, standing at three stories high and four windows on the front of the building. She entered the building, surprised that it was dark inside. Usually, someone would be home by now. Even the maids and servants would try to keep the house lively.
Walking with caution, she grabbed the coat hanger next to the door as a weapon for defence. She walked forward to the kitchen where she knew her maid was supposed to be during this time, cooking dinner. She opened the door, the light from outside shone through the window giving her the view of blood.
Something happened while she was gone, she needed to get to the security room she had in her home. She quietly walked upstairs, getting her card and entered her room. Upon entering her bedroom, she was introduced to a nightmare.
On her bed was the body of her most trusted servant, a television had replaced his head that was giving of a signal. She looked around the room, noticing a struggle and blood splatters and stains all over the room. She carefully walked to her secret panel where her computer was stationed into the wall.
After inputting her password and sliding her security card, she tapped a few keys and brought up the camera feed. The video showed everyone leaving for the day, maid cleaning and her family coming home early. Wait, her family came back home early? The footage had each member entering the house at the same time.
Then, all hell broke loose as gun shots were heard. She watched the screen with wide eyes as her family was kidnapped. Stumbling away from her computer, she turned her attention back to the television headed butler. With her right hand, she shifted the antenna and a dark silhouette appeared on screen.
"What do you want?"
"You have gained our attention, actually you gained a lot of attention" The person on the tv said, they began to show the recent news of the bank robbery and other pass event she did. She was world famous, a hacker that did the impossible.
"If you agree to work for us, we will release your loved ones" She knew there was a catch, they didn't say when or if they will give up her family without a scratch. She looked at the screen with her lips in a thin line. What choice did she have?
She nodded, not trusting her voice. The person smiled in content and ended the conversation. She went over to her computer and checked the progress. They were hacking into their systems at the same time she was talking with them. She stared and cried in silence.
A Few Years Later
After Winston activated the Recall, Overwatch was slowly making its way back into the world with heroes old and new joining back into the fray. Angela Ziegler as known by the world as Mercy sat inside a fancy restaurant in the afternoon, smiling while having a nice steaming cup of dark chocolate. She let the rich taste linger in her mouth, enjoying the drink sip by sip as she waited for Overwatch to give her a new assignment.
The smile on her face ceased as the thought of Overwatch's Revival invaded her mind, thinking if it was really a good idea to come back in action. Overwatch was shut down for a reason and Angela sat there quietly as time went by. She almost missed the beeping of her phone. Angela picked up the device, looking at the details as she finished her dark chocolate. The doctor picked up her suitcase and exited the restaurant, walking toward her destination as she followed the blinking dot on her screen.
In the area of Geneva stood a research facility of Nuclear and particles, this facility study the fundamental structure of the universe. The place was guarded with the highest security they could get with motion detection, heat vision cameras and laser rooms. It would be impossible to enter that facility. However, tonight was different as a glint of a scope flashed in the building nearby. Widowmaker kneeled on the floor, her sniper rifle resting on the window still with a silencer attached on the barrel of the gun.
"n0v4, hack into their security system and turn them off" Widowmaker said into her earpiece, keeping her sniper rifle on her left hand while stepping on the window still. She jumped forward, flicking her right wrist to activate her grappling hook.
In an unknown location, a figure was busy typing away on a computer. The facility began to power down before lighting up the area again. This gave Widowmaker a safe opportunity to sneak into their labs. n0v4 continued to type, helping the sniper assassin complete her objective. The laboratory door unlocked, allowing Widowmaker to enter. The sniper explored the lab, looking at the apparatus and materials on the tables.
Widowmaker ignored them all and walked to the vault, where it slowly unlocked itself. The vault opened, showing a breaker with a red substance. Widowmaker took her test tube and poured some into said test tube and left the remaining in the breaker. She left the facility with her grappling hook, flying over the wall as the security came back on.
"Whatcha doing, love?" Widowmaker's eyes widen and turned around, kicking blindly behind her where her torso should be. However, her leg met air as Tracer blinked away. All the while, Tracer kept giggled that she knew would annoy Widowmaker. The sniper kept her aim true, shooting wherever Tracer as she track her down.
In the shadows of the buildings, a figure carefully watched their fight waiting for the perfect moment to strike. n0v4 pulled on her cane, re-configuring her weapon into a range weapon. The hacker loaded a dart and took aim, waiting when she'll get a good shot. The battle went like it always did with Widowmaker and Tracer in a tied.
After the intense fight, Tracer's chrono-acelerator started to dim down causing the girl to temporary unable to use her abilities. That was the chance n0v4 needed and fired. The dart landed on her neck, causing her to reach for her neck. Tracer pulled the dart out, taking a good look at it before falling to the ground unconscious. The last thing Tracer saw was Widowaker's smirking face.
Widowmaker was about to shoot the girl in the head until n0v4 stepped in front of Tracer. The hacker shook her head. The sniper sighed, turning around and walking to the evacuation area followed by n0v4. Behind them lay the sleeping heroine, not knowing the events that took place on those streets.
Back at Talon base, a group of soldier immediately rushed to the escort n0v4 to her quarters. They blindfolded her, tied her wristed together and dragged her to her room. On the way, they passed a laboratory with only a male occupant staring, watching his wife go back to her prison.
"Doctor" He turned to the voice as a test tube was passed to him for examination. He took it and began the experiments, taking one last glance out the window to see the last bit of her disappear. In another room, a young teenage boy was in the firing range, shooting a rifle at the target. He looked like he was putting on some muscle as some years of training has done that. The boy saw his mother being escorted back to her cell brought a little emotion in his eyes but his face remain stony. He went back to his training and chosen another gun, this time a knife.
When she was pushed into her room, her binds were removed and she looked around the room. She sighed, collapsing on her bed and looking at the ceiling. Soon she fell asleep.
