This will (hopefully) be the first of many chapters! I must say, however, I never played Overwatch. I do watch my friend play it and I love the story! My said friend is going to help me write this and hold me accountable for making new stories.
The sun is blinding, and coupling that with the sun-bleached buildings in Ilios makes it much brighter. Mercy wipes away the bead of sweat that streaked down her face, into her eye and peers back through the binoculars. The building she's in may protect her from the sun's direct heat, but the air is still hot. The Talon operative that has been patrolling back and forth in the courtyard she has been watching for the past half hour must be even hotter underneath their black outfit. The market itself is of a medium size. A large, simple fountain in the middle with buildings lining up and down the sides, with storefronts attached. In the front a large building oversees the others, serving as a sort of bank. The building she is currently laying inside of is on the opposite side of the courtyard, an empty two-story multi-family house. She is careful not to let herself slip too far out the second story window that she is currently leaning on the sill. The risk of exposing the lens of the binoculars to the sun and causing a glint is too great. The people around this market area have been kicked out for the past week now, so any evidence of someone lurking about would cause the Talon operative to swarm her location.
The Talon operative in question has not changed in pace or timing. They had started in the front of the main building, watching the courtyard for five minutes. Either waiting for something to happen or catch something that wasn't there before. Then they turned to their left and started walking, only to disappear into the alleyway that separates the front of the bank and sides of the shops. The operative then reappears walking in the opposite direction after about three minutes, then disappears into the alley on the other side. Then once they come back out, they wait in front and the process starts again. The operative is holding onto his primary weapon in a lackadaisical fashion, but still at the ready. Exactly what Talon is doing inside the building is a mystery. A small recon team and possible strike team if necessary consisting of Mercy, Winston, Tracer, and Genji traveled to Ilios to see what Talon was doing, and so far, they have gathered no intel in the past two days.
"Mercy, I can take over watch if you would like me to." Winston calls behind her just quiet enough for his voice to only travel within the building. "No Winston, it is very warm and the risk of dehydration is real. With your size, you need to be drinking plenty of water and not trying to overheat yourself. Now go. Rest. Please try to stay cool." Knowing when he's fighting a losing battle, Winston retreats back into the room he came from. "Mein Gott! Can it be any warmer?" Mercy again wipes away a bead of sweat trickling down her nose. Her hair is disheveled from her constantly wiping her face and pushing the insulating away from her skin as best as she can. "I wonder what everyone would think if I went bald, or at least cut my hair short." The thought of her team's reaction to the change elicits a gentle giggle and a soft sigh, "Nein. They would all lose their heads." She then rolls her eyes and mumbles, "Well, those who have not already… "
Then it happened. Well, more like it didn't happen. The Talon guard had recently gone behind the alley to her left a few minutes ago and has not come back out in his normal time. "Hmm. He may possibly be inspecting something?" Mercy waits. Then waits some more. Then five minutes pass and the guard has yet to come back out. Then, something only a trained eye could notice, a small reflective, silver object pokes out slowly behind the corner of the market building, just a few inches above the ground. It's a knife. Why would that Talon guard poke his knife around a corner like that? The only reason she can think of is that they need to peer around the corner. 'Have we been spotted!?', Mercy anxiously thinks to herself. 'Nein. We are too far away to be seen in such a fashion, possibly someone else is around?' Mercy silently calls out, "Winston."
"Yes? What is it?" A hushed, deep voice speaks behind her.
"Have any of our proximity sensors picked up anything nearby?"
"No. I would have gotten a notification if they have." 'So no, no one else. Then what is that Talon fool doing?' The knife then slowly retracts at the same speed it popped out. Within mere seconds of the knife disappearing from view, a gun barrel slowly pokes around, followed by the rest of the weapon. It's not a pulse rifle or any other type of energy weapon. It's ballistic, but not like Talon's standard issue rifle. She recognizes the shape. The last time she seen a weapon like that was during the Omnic Crisis, when they supported an American military attack on an omnium facility somewhere in the Eastern U.S. Most of the U.S. soldiers infantry weapons looking like that.
The person that is wielding the weapon then slowly lurks out from behind the building. She can not see exact details, but the soldier is dressed in all black. Metal plates of medium thickness cover select portions of the body, and between each plate, fabric peaks through. The helmet completely covers the head. A clear material that only lets portions of the face visible acts as the face mask. She is no military expert, but she assumes the face mask is some sort of bullet resistant plastic. The chest piece is mostly one piece and pouches are adorned across it, as well as a knife. On their hip is a pistol, most likely ballistic too, Mercy concludes. The legs are mostly made of single plates, and a plate extends from the thigh piece and covers the knee, 'Must be to protect the wearer when the knee is bent.' The weapon itself is not all that interesting. Optics on top, a grip at the front, and a sling that is currently around the soldier.
"Mercy, what is it?" Winston carefully approached her and tries to get a good look out the window. Mercy does not take her eyes away from the sneaking soldier. "Someone else is here." "What do you mean? Who?", the worry in Winston's voice is noticeable, if not jarring.
"I don't know, but it is someone." Mercy observes the mysterious force further. Another gun barrel and then a soldier of the exact same outfit comes out on the alley too. "It appears to be a group. Not with Talon, that is for sure. They just dispatched the patrolman that was keeping guard."
"Any idea who they are with? Maybe they might be friendly. We could also use more heroes." Winston peers out the window, only able to see ant-sized black figures moving about. "I don't know. Possibly. Hopefully." Three more soldiers come out, all looking exactly the same and in stealthy postures. They swiftly move their way up the bank's steps and ready themselves at the door. The first one that came out is on the right side of the door and the second is on the left. One more person is behind the first two and is covering their behinds. The last man is kneeling on the lower steps, scanning the courtyard. The second trooper test's the door and gives the first a thumbs up. The first and second man places a hand on the door and gets ready. The third, currently behind the first, ready some kind of grenade. The first man nods and both push open the door. In an instant, all eyes and guns are trained at the door, and the third man tosses the grenade in. Within seconds, a bright flash and a loud boom come from within the bank, and the group breaches.
Once the group is inside Mercy can only discern gunfire, small explosions, and the occasional passerby through a window. As the fighting moves deeper into the building, the gunfire becomes harder to hear. "What's going on out there?" Tracers voice pipes up in its heavy English accent. Winston backs away from the window carefully and looks at the Brit. "A mysterious group of five soldiers just breached and are currently engaging Talon."
"Bloody hell? All by their lonesome, too?" Mercy silently nods. "Maybe Winston here could recruit them. The world could-"
"Tracer, go to the back of the bank and find somewhere to hide." Winston starts to retreat back into the room further, "If they leave out the back, follow them and report via radio to us, but do not let them spot you. If they leave out the front, we will inform them."
"Rodger.", and in a quick flash of blue, the zippy Brit is gone.
"When we start to tail them, you, Genji, and Tracer will follow them because you are quicker than me. I will stay behind and collect what data and intelligence I can from the bank. Keep watching that door, Mercy. Inform me when there is a change in the situation." Mercy again silently nods, too engrossed in the distant engagement to speak. Over the new few minutes, the rate at which weapons are fired slow down, then halt altogether. Whoever won is a mystery. Minutes tick by at an agonizing rate. No movement through the now mostly shattered windows or gunfire. The time display in the binoculars informs her that it has been half an hour since the start of the bank fight.
Finally, the armor-clad group appears, quickly moving their way out of the building and into the alley. Mercy stands up and grabs her staff before racing into the room where the rest of the team is located. "Winston, they are on the move. They just exited through the front door and just went down the Southern alleyway!" she tosses the binoculars to the big gorilla as he gets up. "Tracer," he holds his large finger to his ear, pressing the communication device, "they are exiting through the front quickly, trail them and keep us informed of their position." As Winston withdraws his finger, he picks up his weapon, "The rest of you, go. If the opportunity arises, make contact with them Mercy." Everyone gets up and looks at the gorilla, "What are you waiting for? Everyone go!" and with speed that would make lighting jealous, they race out the building. The sun is still blinding, and the bone white buildings make it even more so, but that does not bother her.
A cheery English voice fills her ear, "They went left down another alley. Its smaller than the other one. It's about 150 meters ahead of your current position. I gotta be quiet, but I will try to inform you as much as possible from here on out." Mercy presses her ear as she flys just a few inches above the ground, "Understood, be careful." A few minutes later, the group reaches the smaller alleyway and turn into it. It's tighter. Not even enough space for two people to stand side by side. The voice returns, much quieter this time, "They turned left again at the end and immediately right into a building. I'm gonna try and follow them in."
"Tracer, no. Wait for the others to reach you." Winston's voice comes alive through the earpiece. "Tracer, did you hear me?" Silence. "Tracer?" Again, nothing. "Mercy. Find Tracer. Make sure she is ok." Mercy's heart sinks. Her friend might be in danger. Her friend, whose existence in their current time alone is enough cause for concern, might be in danger. "Don't worry Winston, we will." Her and Genji are moving as fast as possible now. Finally, they reach the end and turn left and see the door. Silently, they approach it. Mercy readies her pistol and staff while Genji draws his Katana. On the silent count of three, Genji swiftly opens the door and they both rush in.
"Hiya, loves. Got myself in a spot of trouble here." The English voice wavers, dripping in anxiety. In the middle of the room, Tracer stands with one of the soldier's arms wrapped around her neck and a gun pointed at her head. The rest all have their weapons trained on them. The soldiers were ready.
As previously stated, I will try and add more chapters. I say about every week a new one should be up, but that is not guaranteed. Thank you for reading, and please comment. I would love constructive feed back, or just point out mistakes and I will try and fix them.