Welcome to my story my dear reader, now I need to let you know that I am only human, there will be mistakes in this story, I cant guarantee that my story will be free of them, also this is a rather slow story with a lot of words, so please read a few chapters before you decide its a load of rubbish which doesn't deserve your life, anyways I hope you enjoy this story and as always, remember to R&R, thank you.

March 21st 2030

Derbyshire - United Kingdom

It was a cold night in the Derbyshire Pennines, the trees which covered the hillside were moving back and forth in the slight wind, cutting through the small wood was a cobble pathway, it seemed desolate, with only a few black, old styled, warm yellow lamp posts lighting up some patches of the path, all was silent except for the quiet rustling of the trees leaves, although in the darkness a couple of footsteps came into earshot, a ring of blue light came out of the darkness and, finally a female figure walked into the small oasis of yellow light, Lena 'Tracer' Oxton had been walking for a long time on the hard cobbles to reach a place of residence, she stopped walking and looked to the sky, seeing the trees and the crescent moon in the dark royal blue sky, with it all reflecting in her goggles, she took a deep breath in the nose and exhaled, "it's good to be in Britain again" she said to herself with her cockney accent showing, she heard some heavy breathing behind her and turned around, two other female figures came into the light seemingly tired from walking, Tracer had her hands on her hips, "I still don't get why you two insisted in coming with me" she grumbled, Hana 'DVa' Song and Angela 'Mercy' Ziegler stopped in front of Tracer to catch their breath, "I'm sorry Lena, I didn't realise how long of a walk it was" DVa said breathing quite heavily, "Ja, but as they say in the medical world, nothing is better than a nice long walk" Mercy added on with a southern Germanic accent in her light voice, Tracer then looked around and saw they were on a junction, she then turned to DVa, "do you still have that map?" she asked her, "duh, sure I do" she replied as she pulled it out behind her back, she opened it up but after a while of looking at it she looked a bit stressed, "gah! I can't find where we are" she grumbled", "I can see why, you're holding it upside down" Mercy smirked over her shoulder, DVa frowned at her as she turned the map right-side up, after looking at it again, she found their direction, "over there" she pointed to the path leading off to the right, "okay let's keep going" Tracer concluded, the three females started walking along the new path which went off to the right.

"Are we there yet" DVa asked bored, "no" Tracer replied, "are we there yet?" DVa said again, "no!" Tracer replied slightly loader, "are we…" DVa began to say yet again, "I swear to gott if you don't be quiet I'll surgically rip those little vocal cords out of your throat" Mercy interrupted her, DVa looked unnerved at the normally kind Swiss doctor and went quiet, after some more walking something came into view, it was what seemed a large castle wall, it looked small at a distance but as the girls walked up to the entrance the walls towered above them, it had a large arched entrance in the centre with the spiked top of the open gate hanging above them as they walked through, they then slowly walked through a tunnel, lit up by the old, warm light of some incandescent bulbs on some old fixtures, the floor itself was stone with a small layer of fine gravel on top of it, Tracer noticed as they were walking through DVa had gotten close to her, "you okay luv?" she asked her, "I'm just a little creeped out, I've never been in a castle" DVa replied with worry in her voice.

The girls finally came up to a large, double wooden door, they stopped at it and looked at each other, "what now?" Mercy questioned, "really mate? we knock of course" Tracer replied as it was a stupid question, she grabbed one of the large, iron handles and knocked on the door with it, after a while there was no response, DVa was getting bored again, "Tracer just kick the door" she huffed, "what, no are you mental?!" she shouted, DVa walked forward to do it herself but Tracer blocked her, "no Hana stop!" Tracer exclaimed as they struggled, "seriously do it Lena! I'm getting creeped out!" DVa replied having a sort of mini panic attack, Mercy tried to break it up by slamming her foot on the floor, but as she did this, out of nowhere a large canvas sheet came up and swallowed Tracer and DVa whole, before a shocked Mercy could react something grabbed her leg and pulled her up, the canvas ball was now wobbling around as its contents struggled, "hey Hana, you alright luv?" Tracer said, "ow! Lena get your knee out of my bosom!" a pained DVa replied, they both tussled around in the dark sack until they were sitting up straight, they both pulled themselves up and their heads stuck out the top of the canvas ball, "Angela? where are you?" a worried DVa called out, "ugh, right here" a Swiss voice replied, she looked to her right and saw Mercy hanging upside down with a rope tied around one of her ankles, with one on her hands on the fabric which normally hanged on the front of her waist to cover what privacy she had, then Tracer looked to the door and heard footsteps on the other side, she shushed the other girls and they heard the sounds too, the slow footsteps got louder and louder, then there was the metallic sound of a lock in the door being turned, the three girls had their eyes locked on the gap between the doors widening as the left one opened, then two shiny barrels of a gun popped themselves around the corner and slowly but surely, the figure holding it came around as well.

He didn't seem that old, he looked like he was in his early thirties, older than Tracer and DVa but younger than Mercy, he wore what looked like a British army officer uniform, a dark khaki peaked cap with a red stripe running around the mid-section dawned with a unusual coat of arms on the front and a black sun guard covering his forehead from view, his suit was no different in terms of colour, he had two, red epaulettes on his shoulders with gold buttons on the ends closer to the ends of his shoulders, there was also a black leather strap which ran down from his right shoulder, across his chest and attached to the left side of a leather belt which ran around his waist, his suit also had two jacket pockets and two breast pockets on each side, all closed with golden buttons, his suit was open below his neck which reviled a white shirt and a lighter khaki tie, his trousers were the same colour as the rest of his uniform and at the bottom of his legs there were two, black leather shoes which glistened in the yellow light, Tracer saw the massive authority in his dress order and that wasn't even taking into the account of the long, twin barrelled gun hanging in his right hand, he then looked up and revealed his face to Tracer, he had barely any wrinkles, his face was almost as smooth as Mercy's except for some obvious lines underneath his eyes and the odd light freckle or two, in terms of eyes his were dark, the same colour as Tracer's and DVa's, after looking at a worried looking Tracer and DVa he turned his head to Mercy who was still hanging upside down, "what do you ladies want?" he said, his voice was roughly in the middle in terms of pitch, he wasn't as high as Tracer or as low as say that 'dark robed Talon', also he had a distinctive Derbyshire accent in his voice, "err… we were looking for the master of the household here?" Tracer said with some fright in her voice, "you're looking right at him" the man replied, "so I'm assuming your Mr. Alkinson am I correct?" Mercy asked trying to ignore the fact she was still hanging from the ceiling, "which Alkinson?" the man questioned", "George Alkinson?" Mercy added on", "which George?" he still added on, Mercy let out a heavy sigh, "the third one" she replied with some irritation in her voice, "sorry but George can you let us down please?" DVa said meekly, George leaned his double barrelled weapon against the open door and walked over to a loose brick, he pulled it out and flicked a switch behind it, as soon as the click was heard the three women were dropped from their perches and landed on the hard stone with only the loose gravel to cushion the fall, "ow! That hurt!" DVa moaned holding her backside as the girls picked themselves up, "ugh, I think I have a concussion" Mercy added on holding her forehead and also setting her halo straight with her other hand, "well there was no other way you lassies were coming down" George said standing over them, "oh and also it's not Mr., its Lord Alkinson" he added on, Mercy looked confused, "he's a baron Angela, there referred to as lords" Tracer explained, "ahh okay" Mercy understood, "heh, seems a lot of extra talking for a stupid title anyways" DVa scoffed, crossing her arms, Tracer's face tensed up as she knew DVa had just insulted Georges nobility, the man then walked over to the Korean teenager, he dwarfed both DVa and Tracer and was even slightly taller than Mercy, he looked down on her and DVa face emptied of optimism and filled with nervousness, "how about you stop talking bollocks about my family's noble structure and learn how important and great it is youngster" he scolded, he turned around and picked his weapon back up off the door, the three women looked at him unsure what to do next, he looked back at them, "well come on then are you coming in or not?" he said, the girls then walked through the door and George closed it behind them.

After going through corridors, stairs and labyrinths, the group were now walking through a long corridor with a soft, red carpet on the floor, the three girls saw paintings on the wall which were probably past members of the Alkinson family, there were also, periodically suits of armour on stands holding swords in strong poses, Tracer who was walking to the right side of George looked at the broken open gun in his arm, it looked like a double barrelled shotgun but she noticed the barrels had rifling, which normally a shotgun doesn't have, "hey George what sort of gun is that?" she decided to question him, "oh this? it's a double rifle, I've had ever since I was old enough to fire a gun" he explained, Tracer could see the guns age, there was chips and small cracks the dark, walnut stock and there were also scratches on the silver barrels, the group came to the end of the corridor and George slung the rifle onto his back, he pushed through two more large wooden doors and walked into the room with the girls behind him.

They were now in a large what seemed like a living room, there was an old, leather sofa and an armchair, looking at each other slightly angled towards a roaring fireplace, there was also a pool table in a corner, a bookshelf, a large wardrobe, a table with multiple bottles and glasses on it and next to the wall, another suit of armour on a stand, "well here's the place where I spend most of my days" George explained, walking over to the table and interacting with the bottles and glasses, the three women walked over to the sofa and sat on it, there bodies filling its entire space, George walked over to them holding four lowball glasses, each with a low amount of a brown liquid in them, "here, you lassies must be thirsty from that walk up ere" he said, the three girls took a glass each and after that George sat down in the armchair with his glass, "erm what is this?" DVa said looking at the liquid, it definitely didn't look like the green (or piss-yellow if you took it out of the bottle) colour of the soda she usually drank, "try it, then I'll tell ya" George replied, taking a swig out of his, the three ladies looked at each other and simply shrugged, they then took mouthfuls out of theirs, almost immediately there was a sour look on Tracer's and DVa's face, while Mercy started coughing violently, the volatile vapours stinging her mouth, George simply smiled, "is that scotch too strong for you three?" he said, answering what the drink was, "that was bloody whiskey? that was more like a kick to the face" Tracer spat out after managing to swallow her sip, she looked to her right and saw DVa patting Mercy's back as she was still coughing, "traurig (sorry), beer is the only alcohol I drink" she apologised, "it's fine mate, we all have a different taste to liquor" George comforted.

"So what has brought you three girls here?" George asked as he had taken a sip out of his glass, both DVa and Tracer turned to Mercy as she knew what she was doing, she pulled a file out of her Valkyrie suit, it had a brown colour and had a black outline of the Overwatch logo painted on it, she took the tab off and looked at some of the papers, "Lord Alkinson, we have been doing some research on your family, and it seems to have a pretty interesting background", she said with her eyes on the paper contents of the file, "yes you are correct miss…" he hit a roadblock as he realized he didn't know their names, "oh, it looks like we forgot to introduce ourselves" Mercy said to Tracer and DVa, "well then I'm Lena Oxton, but you can call me Tracer", the Cockney said "I'm Hana Song but my main alias is DVa", the Korean Teenager added, "and I'm Dr. Angela Ziegler, but bitte, call me Mercy", the Swiss doctor finished, "well nice to meet you all, now where were you Mercy?" George responded, Mercy looked back on the document in her hand, "alright where was I? … oh yes, Lord Alkinson, you are also in possession of a large personal wealth, exactly how much?" she continued, reading off the lines, "well there's a saying it's rude to talk about someone else's money, but just to blow your socks off, the wealth my family holds around the world is around … erm", George was rubbing the back of his head, the three girls were edging towards the edge of the sofa waiting for the number, "oh yes" George finally said "around 50 billion pounds", "50 billion! bugger me sideways and from behind mate you're loaded!" Tracer said with a shocked expression on her face, "yep, all in 400 ounce bars in four vaults around the world" George continued with a smile on his face, "okayyy now we know that, have you heard of Overwatch George?" DVa questioned, "yes I've heard of you guys, the people who are trying to help those Omnic bastards who killed a lot of people on this island" he replied, now with irritation in his voice, "the Omnics aren't bad people, it's just that they found themselves in a bad position because of a small minority, even we have an Omnic in our squad, and he's probably the most peaceful out of us all" Tracer countered, George's face went from hatred to confusion, "I don't know, I would like to meet the geezer in person, but your organisation is quite shady for my likings" he explained, Mercy seemed to have a defeated look in her eyes, "how about we give you some time to think about it" she suggested, "okay then but don't expect me to say yes" George replied and he got out of his chair and walked over to a window, Tracer knew they were in a bad position, they needed the Alkinson's on their side, the U.N had cut off all their funding and they needed George's wealth to keep them going, to make sure they could keep fighting the Talons.

"I didn't know you chaps had brought some other guys with you" George called out from the window, "was zum Teufel?" Mercy cursed to herself, she got up, walked over to George and looked out the window, sure enough she saw a group of Talon soldiers walking up to the gates where they came in, she also caught sight of two familiar figures leading them, "oh scheisse, guys we have Talons incoming" she said to Tracer and DVa, "hold on girls don't get your knickers in a twist, I'll go downstairs, bring them up and reason with them, wait? … are these guys bad?" he quickly questioned, "yes they are very bad guys" DVa responded, George then quickly looked around for places for them to hide, "okay then, Tracer and Mercy you two hide in that closet, and DVa you hide under this pool table, oh and check that casket, there are some goodies you can use" he commanded while pointing to a wood casket next to the fire place, the three girls rushed over to it and Tracer ripped it open, they were bestowed with some large, old firearms, they all reached into it and grabbed a weapon each, Tracer had a rifle, Mercy a pump-action shotgun and DVa a weird looking SMG, George looked at their selections, "a Lee Enfield rifle, one of my many shotguns and a STEN Mark 2-S, good choice, now if I say this code word then you all burst out and attack them" he said, "what's the code word?" DVa questioned, "at least the royal family isn't in the same position I am in" he responded, "that's the code word?" DVa scoffed, "well my family has been using that for a long time and it hasn't failed us, now you lassies get into position and I'll be back" he said as he walked through the door","just don't get yourself killed" Tracer called out, George just smiled, "don't worry, I'm pretty reasonable" he walked through the door and closed it behind them.

After some fiddling the three girls were almost ready, Mercy was loading buckshot shells into the shotgun, DVa was checking the magazines which she had strapped on her waist and Tracer was making sure her stripper clips were okay for the rifle, "okay I think we're all ready" Mercy said to her friends, "wait, I thought you were a pacifist Mercy" DVa questioned, looking at Mercy who didn't seem so bothered she was going to take some lives, "well DVa, it looks like this nacht I have to go against that policy, because this doctor is ready to kill" she replied as she placed the last shell in the gun, she then worked the action, filling the room with its metallic sound, Tracer then slammed the bolt forward on her rifle, "okay enough chit-chat, let's get into position" she ordered, she and Mercy walked into the empty closet and closed the door, DVa slid under the pool table and made sure she was concealed, luckily the STEN guns side mounted magazine made sure it slid under nicely, now the whole room was quiet, Tracer had opened one of the closet doors slightly so she could see out, now the soft light of the fire was falling as a thin sliver on Tracer's eye, the only other things she could hear was her own heart racing, pumping her body full for the storm which was coming up, but also (awkwardly) Mercy's breathing, her breaths seemed to indicate she wasn't calm, Tracer also saw that she had the shotgun gripped tightly against her chest, "you okay luv?" Tracer asked, "ja, just a bit scared though, I've never shot someone in cold blood" Mercy replied, "shush!" DVa hissed from the other side of the room as she heard footsteps, after some excruciating seconds the door flew open and George walked through, but also two other figures were right behind him.

It was him, the man who tore Overwatch apart from the inside out, stabbed all of them in the back and formed the organization which is terrorizing the world, Gabriel 'Reaper' Reyes was walking just behind George, with his black wavering cloak in tow, next to him on his right was Amélie 'Widowmaker' Lacroix, the purple skinned, emotionless French assassin, behind them all were a few Talon soldiers who stood near the doorway watching over the room, George walked to and sat back in his armchair, Reaper and Widowmaker sat in the sofa, "well what has brought you Talons here tonight?" George questioned the two dark figures, "I'm quite surprised you know about us George" Reaper replied, his voice sounding cold as ice, George pulled up his broken open double rifle and laid it across his legs, what the two Talons didn't know was that George had two 700. nitro cartridges in his sleeve, ready to slip them into the barrels if things went south faster than on the south circular, "Seigneur Alkinson, I think you already know what us Talons stand for oui?" Widowmaker said with her French accent showing clearly, "not exactly, can you please enlighten me?" George replied, "well us Talons are one who want the world to be ridded of the Omnic menace, I've seen you Englishmen hate the omics as you lock them up in ghettos in your main cities, but us Talons can just get rid of them completely, with your families support of course" she explained, Tracer and Mercy just shuddered at what the French assassin was saying, Tracer herself didn't like the ghettos and certainly didn't want George going for the Talons, but the look on his face showed he was having none of it, his family was forced into isolation because of some far-flung cartel, and he didn't want to stick his neck out on the world stage again.

"I'm sorry you two but I'm not in the position to support you, I had to stick myself and everyone I'm related to into isolation, and I have no intentions to pull ourselves out of it" George explained standing up, Reaper and Widowmaker stood in unison, "wait, we can give you some more explanation" Widowmaker quickly said, "I've made my mind up and I'm not changing it, now excuse me let me show you the door" George replied, but he noticed Reaper was standing there, not budging an inch, "you should listen to us, I can be very persuasive, he said, brushing his hand on one of his holsters, George saw this, "you shouldn't do that, because at least the royal family isn't in the same position I am in" he muttered…

... "what's up mates!?" Tracer yelled bursting out of the closet upon hearing the code word, Mercy stumbled out behind her fumbling with the shotgun, before the two Talons could react, George had already slipped the two nitro rounds in his sleeve into the breeches of his double-rifle, he slammed the gun closed and shoved Reaper backwards, causing to fall over the sofa, he looked to his right and saw Widowmaker pulling out her widow's kiss rifle, he threw himself backwards and behind the armchair as the assassin let loose a hail of lead in his direction, she then turned to her left to Tracer who was taking aim with the lee Enfield rifle in her hands, she shot a round which missed Widowmaker and immediately ducked down behind a table which had been thrown on its side, Mercy also fell behind Tracer as Widowmaker let another load burst out, the Talon soldiers near the door had raised their guns towards the action, but to their right, DVa popped up behind the pool table and pinned the trigger on the STEN gun in her hand, the suppressed weapon let out a quiet chatter and the soldiers dropped one by one as they were shot, Reaper who had managed to pick himself back up pulled out his hellfire's and fired some shot at DVa who ducked back under the pool table as the buckshot tore at the green felt and sent the snooker balls flying, George who was hiding behind his cover looked at the silver rifle in his hand and a slow wave of anger went across his face, "you have officially ticked off the most powerful British family in the world wankers!" he shouted over the cover, he stood up over the top of the armchair and took aim with the rifle, he put his sights over the head of a Talon soldier who was just reacting to him and pulled one of the dual triggers, the shot was louder than anything the Overwatch or Talon members had ever heard as a massive flash came out of one of the barrels, George almost fell over backwards as he didn't position himself correctly to counter the huge recoil of the round, the thousand grain bullet flew through the air and hit its mark, hitting the soldier in the head and causing it to explode in a shower of gibes, brains and blood, DVa looked over and saw the body with blood spewing out of its severed neck falling over backwards, "jeeze nerf that!" she said to herself slightly disgusted, Reaper returned some buckshot as Widowmaker retreated to him, Mercy stood over the table next to her and Tracer and fired a shot, the buckshot out of her shotgun missed and hit the counter behind the two Talons, causing some of the many bottles of liquor to explode, sending out showers of alcohol which slightly drenched the two Talon agents, Reaper and Widowmaker retreated to the doors returning fire with their weapons, just as they opened the wooden door DVa let out another burst, Reaper swung the door open acting as cover as he returned a shot, as Widowmaker and him went through the door he saw George taking aim again, he quickly slammed the door shut as George pulled on the second trigger, the massive round digging into the thick wood of the door, the three girls picked themselves up and walked to George who was standing in the middle of the room, "those big-headed wankers don't know who they're messing with" he said angrily as he hit the lever on the top of his double-rifle, the gun broke open and the two spent brass casings were ejected with trails of smoke following them, he then reached into a pouch on the left side of his waist and pulled out two new rounds, at the same time Tracer slammed another stripper clips worth of rounds into her rifle, DVa also pulled the spent magazine out of the STEN gun and jammed a new one in, "there's defiantly going to be more of them" Mercy mentioned, "well, let's chase them out of this bloody castle" George replied, slamming his gun closed with an audible metallic snap, "hell yeah lets wreck them!" DVa shouted gripping the suppressor on her gun and looking tough, Mercy and Tracer giggled while George rolled his eyes.

Reaper and Widowmaker were running through the castle's main hallway, the hallway was like a nave, it had huge columns which rose from the floor to the ceiling and chandeliers which hung from the ceiling emitting their warm yellow light, the two agents ran along the red carpet towards another group of Talon soldiers, "Overwatch is here as well, kill them all!" Reaper barked at them, they continued to run past as the soldiers started to move, not too long after the three Overwatch members and the British baron burst through the door, George immediately saw the new group of soldiers, "crap take cover!" he shouted at the three girls, they all took cover behind a separate column, with Tracer even using one of her blinks to get to hers as the bullets came in, the group started firing shots around the columns, trying to hit any Talons with them doing the same, Mercy was the first to run out of ammo, she threw the shotgun on the ground and pulled out her blaster, next was DVa who dropped the STEN for her light pistol, Tracer who was taking cover from a burst of shots, looked over to George who had what looked like a green canister in his hand, she saw it had a pin and spoon on the top indicating it was a type of grenade, "you girls may want to hold your noses for this" he said out to them, "wait what is that?" Tracer questioned him, George just smiled back, "something we used on the jerries' back in the trenches" he replied, he pulled the pin out and the spoon flew off with a loud ping, "chlorine inbound!" he yelled, he threw the canister into the group of soldiers with the grenade leaving a trail of green coloured gas, the canister then landed at the feet of one of the soldiers and exploded, letting out a very large green cloud, after a while there was the sounds of coughing and retching from inside the cloud, a few Talon soldiers stumbled out, falling onto the ground while clenching their throats with their hands, slowly choking to death, "gas weapons!?, Lord Alkinson those were banned in the Geneva Protocol!" Mercy shouted, "I don't give a rat's arse about any treaty and also they are terrorists in my opinion, I think its use is justified" George replied, after a while the gas cleared and revealed the dead, asphyxiated bodies of the Talon squad, Tracer looked down on them as they walked past them, "my god, this chap doesn't mess around" she thought to herself looking back at George, Mercy was slightly disgusted, she couldn't believe the person who they were trying to recruit was using a banned weapon of war, but she did have to give it to him, Talon were a bunch of terrorists and nothing in the Geneva Protocol said you couldn't use gas against terrorists so she decided to let him go, but the thought of dying to gas made her shudder, it must have been a horrible way to die with it being an agony to breath with your lungs feeling like they were on fire, she took her mind off of it as they all walked through a pair of very large, steel doors.

They found themselves outside in a very large front garden basked in the moonlight, the mixture of grass and cobblestone was contained in a high castle wall, it came to dawn on Tracer that they had come through merely a side entrance earlier, but all their attention was on a dropship which was in the middle of the garden revving up its engines, "the bastards are trying to get away!" George shouted, he shot his two rounds into the hovering ship trying to disable it but to no avail, the bullets bounced off the armour only leaving dents, the ship then swung its engines forward and flew off into the distance, George walked forward into the middle of the garden along the cobble path and looked into the sky, Tracer walked up next to him, "I'm sorry we couldn't get them" she said trying to reassure him, "nah it's fine mate, but I have a feeling they will be back" he responded, "what does that mean?" Tracer questioned, George looked at her, "where's the pencil and dotted line? Because I think Overwatch has a new member" he replied, slowly but surely a smile formed on Tracers face, "well thanks for joining us mate" she greeted, patting her hand on his shoulder, "if he's joining he's going to need a short name" Mercy brought up, walking to his other side, "yeah George what's it going to be?" DVa followed up, completing the circle in front of George, he looked down and smiled, "just call me the Baron" he said, "well Baron welcome to Overwatch" Tracer gently cheered, the group walked back into the castle, to discuss where to move forward as the moon hung in the cloudy black sky above them.