Quick Note: I apologize in advance if some bits of this get quite random. My imagination is a weird place. Other than that I hope you enjoy my first story. Also I do not own ANY Blizzard characters or concepts etc.

The south east of England is not the sort of place where you expect an international conspiracy to be stumbled upon. Much less for anything of mild interest to actually happen. (Speaking as someone who lives there I can confirm this) Nevertheless a conspiracy (of sorts.

Can a good thing be a conspiracy?) is what 4 friends stumbled across while taking a walk across the South Downs. I should probably get on with the story at this point.

"I am willing to bet that you are wrong on this". Tom's grin stretched even further across his face which irritated his friend Henry even further. The two other people in our quartet of protagonists were watching the exchange with increasing amusement. Sophie and Laura were two of the prettiest girls (not to mention the nicest) in their school and both Tom and Henry considered themselves quite lucky to have them as friends seeing as they were not the sort of people whom the nice girls generally wanted to be with at all. None of the four were exactly sure why they hung out together but they all were happy together so had reached an unspoken agreement not to question the matter.

Moving back to the story. The reason the four had braved the British Summer to go out on the Downs was because Tom claimed to have found the key to a metal door that was set into the hillside inside a cluster of beech trees perched precariously on the hillside. He had found the key stuck in the fork of a stick that he had been throwing for his dogs (Higgs and Boson) while walking them at the bottom of the hill. Henry was so confident that Tom was wrong he had made a twenty pound bet with hom about it. They had all seen the door before but none of them knew what lay behind it as it was locked. It definitely wasn't rusted as it looked far too new.

Henry was still adamant that Tom was wrong. "Come on what are the chances that it's the right key. For all we know someone dropped it here fifty years ago. I fail to see how you are so sure." Tom laughed "because my friend, there are few keys that are three pronged and as I am sure you remember that door has 3 keyholes not one." Henry opened his mouth then closed closed it again. His face went from gloating to surprised in the space of a second. He was silent for a moment as they tramped on through the valley. "That's not fair, you never told me that. The bets off" Tom considered for a moment theb sighed, "fine but can I interest anyone in a new, unrigged bet?"

"Go on" said Laura. "The bet is over what is behind this mystery door!" He said with a flourish as he gestured at the door. "Before anyone nicks this I am putting ten quid on a WWII bunker" The others considered. Laura put ten pounds on a maintenance shaft for the railway tunnel which "As I am sure you remember we are very close to if not on top of" Before Tom could debate this Henry leapt in with a bet on an old sewage treatment centre. Tom was fairly sure that was wrong as they were 3 miles away from the village and a good ten miles from the nearest town. Sophie who had been silent up until this point put her bet in: "I know this is a long shot but I think it might be an old Overwatch base, they constructed them all over the world so it isn't that far-fetched." The others thought it was quite far-fetched but as Tom put it: "if you want to give us money we aren't complaining but now! The moment of truth!" Tom loved melodrama and the others had learnt the hard way it was useless to get him to hurry up. He fished the key out of his pocket with a flourish and inserted it into the lock. He then took it out abd twisted it so that the square prong was lined up with the square hole. "Smooth" snorted Henry. "Yeah yeah, working on it." He finally got the key in and turned it. The door swung open without the traditional noisome creak. Behind it there was a concrete passage sloping gently down behind it. It is worth mentioning at this point that the door was double the height of Henry who was tallest at just shy of six foot. The passage was on a similar size.

"Ladies first" said Henry with a grin as he turned his phone's torch on. Laura and Sophie both glared at him, Laura turned on her torch and marched in closely followed by Sophie. The passage sloped gently round into the hillside. After about fifty metres they came down to another iron door. This one hung limply open. It had clearly been that way for a long time as there was a layer of dust on the floor that hadn't been disturbed in a while. Henry stopped and pointed at the door. "Does anyone else find that really quite creepy?" No one answered which really didn't help.

Henry pushed the door open and shone his torch into the gap. The beam fell on rows of shelves running away into the darkness. They filed through the doorway and into the room beyond. The shelves were packed with cardboard boxes of all sizes with some bigger, iron boxes interspersed on the lower shelves. "What do you reckon this is for?" asked Laura, her voice echoing away into the darkness "some sort of Base?" She shone the torch beam around the walls until it fell on a light switch set into the wall. She flipped it tentatively. There was a series of loud clunks followed by a whirring noise from somewhere further into the darkness. "Generator?" asked Tom. With a loud ping row of lights flickered on illuminating the nearest row of shelves.

Now they could see the full extent of the room, on the wall about a metre away from the door was a sign. "Emergency Base 42" "Aha" said Laura triumphantly "I was right, it is an archive." Henry interrupted her "Yeah but for who, or what?" Sophie called out from the far side of the room. "I can answer that!" She pointed to a sign on the wall which was displaying what seemed to be a virtual logbook. The first entry read: "Petras Act passed, Base 42 entering Hibernation." The second read: "Recall initiated, Base 42 reactivating." The first was from about five and a half years ago. The second was only six months old. "What's the Petras Act?" asked Tom. Sophie groaned, "Tom do you ever pay attention in history?" "No, not really." "Sophie muttered something about having a brain like a goldfish before continuing. "The Petras Act was passed five years ago by the United Nations. It renders any and all Overwatch activity illegal" "Oh" exclaimed Laura quietly, her eyes widening as she caught on. "You mean this is..." she tailed off as she realised. Sophie finished for her. "This is an Overwatch base, but thats not the important bit. The second log is more important." "Why?" Said all three of the others simultaneously. "Because somebody has reactivated this base meaning Overwatch is active again!"

"Finally, you got there in the end, took you a while though didn't it." All four friends jumped.

None of them had spoken, the voice had come from behind them. They turned around to see a blue orb of light bobbing towards them from out

of the darkness. "No" said Laura in disbelief "it can't be." "I think it is" said Henry, his jaw dropping.

Out of the gloom emerged one of Overwatch's most famous operatives: Lena Oxten, a.k.a.: Tracer.

A.N. Well there is my first ever chapter, I really hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a review and tell me how I got on. Hopefull I'll be able to update this about once a fortnight but that may vary depending on homework and other stuff.p.s sorry the story took a little while to get going, it's just how I imagined it.