7 years ago, shortly after the end of the Omnic Crisis...

Commander Jack Morrison made his way up to the line. This attack was out of no where. In just thirty minutes an unknown force of both omnics and humans had invaded Boston without warning. Overwatch struggled to respond to the sudden offensive, and only a small squad of core members present at the time were left to push the invaders back. Among them was Jack Morrison and Ana Amari. "Ana, report!"

"Their all over us! We need support!"

"Hang on! I'm on my way!" As Jack finished a rocket soared over head striking a large group of the local militia supporting Overwatch's defensive effort. Morrison dived away from the blast, only to have its force throw him against a nearby car.

"Tactical Visor ready for Deployment" echoed from his ear piece as he looked up. Ana's voice quickly followed the notification. "There are only a few of us left! We've taken cover in a civilian cafe. Wait, they're moving something down the road on a transport."

"Stall it whatever it is! I'm almost there!" Jack pressed a button on his ear piece, activating his visor's link to his pulse rifle. In a few short seconds every one of the opposing squad fell to their knees, smoking holes of pulse munitions in their chests.

Jack stumbled forward, suddenly realizing that the impact from hitting the car might've caused damage to his rib cage. Injured yet determined Overwatch's commander made his way forward. Suddenly the roar of jet engines filled his ears as he looked up to see a squad of jets overhead. "Cheers love, the calvary's here! Squad Captain Oxton reporting in!" said a young voice through over Morrison's intercom.

"Hear that Ana? Looks like our support arrived."

"Oh my god, Jack the transport it's carrying-"

A blast of white engulfed the city as the bomb the force had been carrying detonated, desolating Boston.

Present Day...

Morrison woke up in a cold sweat. Same damn dream. Every damn night. He slid to the side of his bed and walked to the bathroom. He turned the lights on and looked in the mirror. A weathered face in its mid forties stared back at him. His hair was getting white, ironically this was the least noticable symptom of his ageing. Jack turned the sink on, soaked his hands, and wiped his face. Drying his hands with the towel on the counter he turned toward the door. The form of teenage girl filled it's frame.

"Shouldn't you be asleep," Jack grumbled.

"Shouldn't you," replied the girl quickly. "Same dream?"

"Don't want to talk about it," Jack answered as he walked towards the door.

"Do you ever?"

"Go to bed, Fareeha."

"Can't sleep," Fareeha quickly shot back as she turned on the light's to Jack's room. The room was empty to say most. Jack took his idealology of only taking what one absolutly needed and made it a life style. There was nothing in the room save the mattress on the floor and the clothes neatly folded in the corner.

"Don't you have some a test tomorrow?" Morrison stumbled over to the light switch, flicking it off.

"We both know I'll pass it," Fareeha countered as she sat at the foot of his bed.

"Not if you don't get some sleep," Jack remarked as he gently pushed Fareeha to the door.

"And what about you? What are you going to do?"

"Try to do the same."

Fareeha and Jack reached the door. Fareeha pivoted to face Jack.

"Do you think she... she would be proud of me?" The girl stared at the floor. Jack took hold of her hand.

"I know she would've."

Fareeha looked up, about ready to say something, as a buzz went off in the corner. Jack turned his head to notice it, and looked back at Fareeha.

"We'll finish this later."

Jack walked over to his ear piece and activated the receiver. Fareeha slowly made her way to her room.

"That's how it always goes."

Jack turned to his doorway as and reached his hand out almost to bring Fareeha back, but she was already gone. He clenched his hand into a fist, and let his arm fall. He placed the transmitter in his ear.

"Morrison. We've got a lead on him."

Jack took one last look at the doorway, and braced himself.

Jack's face hardened, as looked down at his neatly folded uniform.

"I'm on it."