It was a sunny morning already in the rural territory of Sweden. The fiery orb above shined down brightly upon the building amongst it. The grass swished in the wind, animals of all sizes swimming about it.
The building in the middle, like a secret island of sorts, was tall. 3 stories to be exact; adding 2 extra basement levels beneath. Bodies of different ethnicities bustle around to prepare for a certain anticipated arrival. They wore weaponry and technology as if it were apart of their everyday apparel. They would joke around like close family members, just having the best time ever, even when a darkness looms over them.
One particular stressed man, Jack Morrison or better known as Soldier 76, ordered some operatives around. He asserted his dominance by barking at fresh faces, but those who really knew him already understood who was in charge and took their order to heart and mind. He was a fearless leader, commander of Overwatch.
Jack stood next to a gigantic figure, one who was well known among all operatives. Winston was a mountainous gorilla with a soft heart. He was like a teddy bear build to be friends with. He was intellectual in every way imaginable. He even brought back the former Overwatch operatives, making him second in command.
Both commanders conversed with each other, making sure things were to plan. "So Lena, Mei, Angela, Reinhardt, Freeha, Torbjorn, and McCree will be joining today's meeting?" Winston checked.
"Yes. They're all the best to have for this mission, so its wise to have them introduced upfront first rather than later on." Jack confirmed. "We need them to trust these people before any actions are taken."
Winston grunted a yes.
The two sat in the mess hall, a very huge room with tons of tables. The Swedish base was one of the largest of at least 40 Overwatch bases, although, 1 of only 6 still standing today. It was large for the purpose of being the major meeting areas for the foreign members who were stationed elsewhere. This was thought to be the best possible spot to meet up due to the seclusion the valley held. And so today, it was the best choice for the now secret reforming of the new Overwatch.
As the two talked, a petit young lady came running in with something on her mind. The girl trotted her way to the two commanders. Jack looked to his left where she stood, almost out of breath.
"Hana? What is it?" The commander asked.
"I think those guys, whoever they are, are hear." With that, Winston and Jack gathered their belongings and left the mess hall.
Hana led the two older beings to the hanger where the men had arrived. Many of the agents, previous and new, gathered around in curiosity. Lena Oxten, aka Tracer, was asking the oldest looking of all ten. He wore a red suit and bore a cigarette within his heart shaped lips. The man stood there as though he was able to ignore the hyperactive woman. The others brought their luggage from the jet they had flew in.
"You're here sooner than we'd thought." Winston greeted the lone gentleman.
"Oui. I wanted to sleep in, but my children had said otherwise." The red clad man pointed behind him to the two bickering young ones. Winston chuckled at this as he remembered the warning of constant useless fighting from certain twins.
"Don't ask me to split them up. I don't care what they do anymore." He scratched the scruff that clung to his face.
"Oi," A head poked out from the entrance way of the jet. "Get yer damn French ass in here and help. Damn spook..." Said man rolled his eyes and hesitantly went in. On his way in, he hit the backs of the twins' heads to make them stop.
Jack followed the displeased Frenchman inside, ready to greet the new men. Once inside, he took a look at his newest recruits. They all varied in ages, sizes and by the looks of it, skills. Commander Morrison barely knew anything about these guys, save for some old files he was given months ago.
"Howdy there." A short man containing a southern, possibly Texan, accent greeted. He wore one single glove, a hard hat with goggles wrapped around, and some overalls. Even from a mile away, you could tell this man was southern born and raised. Jack nodded and extended his hand as a greeting card. The country man took it kindly. "Names Dell Conager. You must be Commander Morrison."
"Yes sir. I read a lot about your work, Mr. Conager. Your really good at what you do." Jack complimented.
"Aw shucks, I'm blushing!" Dell joked. "But, uh, call me Dell."
"Well I look forward to working with you, Dell."
"Likewise, Commander."
"Don't you fucking dare!" Both men turned their attentions towards the source.
Over by a corner stood a struggling young boy, the same boy who was bickering with another earlier. He held three bags, visibly heavy, and had trouble holding them. The girl whom was also part of the early argument, smirked on. He glared daggers at the taller girl, sending a nonverbal threat her way; if looks could kill, she'd be dead right about now.
In one swift motion, the girl knocked the cargo from the boy's arms, causing him to tumble as well due to the sudden weight configuration. The girl then began to laugh.
"Hey!" Dell barked, arms crossed. "The heck are you two idiots doing? Jamie, help your dang stupid brother up!" The girl, known as Jamie, Jack had assumed, scoffed as she reluctantly offered a hand to the other.
Jack chuckled a bit. "Do they fight a lot?" Dell nodded. "Yep. They're true siblings. Always fighting, but always together." He shook his head with laughter. "Here, let me introduce you to everyone." He offered.
Dell guided the commander to where the French man stood, watching others situate and bicker. He took notice of the guests invading his space. "What is it?" He asked nonchalantly, exhaling smoke.
"Commander, this is Leon Dubois. His specialty is espionage." Jack offered a hand to the gentleman. However, Leon mearly looked at other's hand, then up to Jack's scarred face. He observed each crevice of his scars, trying to see if he could truly trust him.
The man's eyes informed the veteran spy of his age, the battles he's endured, how much bloodshed he's witnessed. His demeanor showed confidence and alertness. Leon stared into the commander's stressed blue orbs for a second.
He lifted his dress shoe, putting the cigarette he was smoking out, then making haste to place said cigarette into a case he kept in his suit jacket. He never misplaced his eyes from the man.
Leon extended a gloved hand to his new superior. "It is nice to meet you, Commander Morrison." Jack took the gesture firmly, now asserting his dominance. However, Leon had asserted his own by a subtle glare. "Likewise, Mr. Dubois." They retracted hands.
"Please," Leon waved in dejection. "Call me Leon. That is, here at base. Outside, you may refer to me as, simply, Spy." Jack nodded, not in understanding, but confusion.
"Right, well, uh, we should go. Got others introduce." Dell intersected. The two men walked away from the classy Frenchman.
Dell leaned over a bit, although not reaching his ear due to height difference. "Don't worry about him. In his line of business, he couldn't trust no one. Hell, for an entire year he refused to talk me because of my hand. Or lack there of." Dell jabbed, trying to break the silence.
The Texan guided his superior over to the cockpit where an aged man barely of average height had been. He was crouched down to see below the pilot seat, cooing as if he were a bird.
"Howdy, doc." Dell greeted. "Still trying to find that danged bird?" This statement made the man shoot up.
"Excuse me!?" He yelled, an immediate recognizable accent spilling out. It was German. "I am not looking for a 'danged bird', I am looking for mein Archimedes!" The man was dressed in a lab coat with a white dress shirt and khaki pants to accompany it.
Dell laughed off the German's shouts. "Commander, this is Doctor Ludwig Müller. He's a mighty fine doctor." Dell complimented, causing the aforementioned doctor to push up his circular spectacles from embarrassment.
"Its nice to finally meet you, Doctor Müller. I actually read a paper you wrote. One of my doctors showed it to me several years back." This got the doctor's attention. He stood up and brushed his knees off to free them of any dust. He extended a bear claw-like hand with an accompanying, very questionable, smile.
Jack took it, returning the smile. "Oh!" Ludwig exclaimed. "While you are here, you can meet Hanna!" He took advantage of the other's grasp and pulled him further into the pilot's area.
There in the second chair of the cockpit sat a girl, looking no older than at least 14. However, it was fairly hard to tell due to the burns on her face, across her nose to her right ear. Her hair was a short dark brown, eyes showing a distinct affiliation of being of asian decent. Her clothes were something a small girl would wear, blue overalls with heart patches and a long sleeve lavender shirt. She sat crisscrossed with headphones in and focused on a tablet.
"Hanna," Ludwig tapped her shoulder. She paused her video and removed her headphones, but said nothing. "This is Commander Morrison. Say hello."
Hanna looked to where to the new stranger was. She studied him like Leon had, but with a bland expression rather than a observing one. Then she shook her head and turned her attention back to her tablet.
Dell chuckled a bit. The Texan began to reverse his steps, beckoning for the Commander to follow. Ludwig was left alone to continue his interrupted search.
The southern born man sighed. "Don't mind her," He commented. "She, uh. She's autistic. And has a few other problems goin' on." Jack nodded in understanding. "You'll usually see her watching Disney movies or playing card games. Hanna is pretty harmless nowadays."
"Its alright. I get it." Jack said. Dell brought the man over to a very tall, scruffy looking man. He donned a fairly dirty attire; a hunter's hat, some reflective glasses, a less than khaki vest, a pair of worn blue jeans, and a button down white dress shirt with patches of dirt among it's fabric surface.
The scrawny man whipped around with an inquisitive look of disgust, arms crossed, sensing their unwanted presence.
"What." He spat, no emotion detected within his thick accent.
"This here is Commander Jack Morrison. Commander, this is Mundy." Said Australian rolled his eyes underneath his sheilds, not particularly the one for meeting new people so early in the day. He scratched his rough unshaven cheek.
"Look Dell. Either you straighted that damn bloke up or I break his neck." He pointed his skinny thumb twords the earlier boy who was now goofing off with his sister. Dell held the man back with his gloved hand. "I'll take care of it, okay? Just stay away from the kid." He reassured in just above a whisper.
The Texan nudged his new superior away from the raging Australian. He caught his eye on a mountainous man, comparable to Winston himself, entering the aircraft.
"Hey, Misha!" Dell called. The behemoth strided over with arms crossed. Once over, Jack had gotten a good up close glance of the towering man. His stature is similar to that of Zaryanova's, Jack thought.
"Da?" He asked in Russian.
"Meet Commander Jack Morrison." Dell introduced.
The skyscraper of a man grunted. instead of offering a hand, he gave the other a soft smile; well as soft a smile as he could. He walked off to the cockpit where the doctor still resided.
"He's not much of a talker. Sorry. By the by, his name's Misha." Dell apologized. Without letting Jack have another word, the southerner led him to the corner where the twins were playing a handheld gaming console.
"Let me play! I could beat more ass with Link than you can!" The girl complained.
"Oh shut up. I'm good at playin' Link. Plus I've played all the original Zelda games!" Her brother counterattacked.
"Commander, this Jeremy," Dell pointed to the boy. "And this is Jamie." Pointing to the girl.
The pair turned their attention to the new man in front of them. Jamie walked over to him, to examine him closer. She wore the same expression that Leon had.
"The fuck happened to your face...?" Jeremy asked.
"What the fuck, Bozo!?" Jamie screamed.
"What? I'm jus' askin'."
"Hey, what have I told you two about language!" Leon yelled from across the plane.
"Screw you, buttface!" Both said in unison twords the Frenchman.
Jack laughed slightly. "No, its okay." He said. "I got it a lot with a few of the agents here."
"The hell's all this yellin' fer? Someones tryin' ta sleep, ye know." Came a very thick drowsy Scottish accent. Jack looked down as the twins and Dell only ignored him. It was drunken Scott hugging a sheathed sword and bag, with a few bottles strown around him. He had an eye patch and a black beanie atop his head. He grunted as Jack kicked his leg.
"Uh, is he okay?" Jack asked.
"Nah. He's fine. Just a lot drunk, ya know." Jamie shrugged.
Dell bent down to the Scott. "This is Tavish. Don't worry, he's usually drunker than this."
"And that's a... good thing?" The twins walked off as they saw Leon, Mundy, and Hanna take off.
"Yep. He's much more dangerous when beyond intoxicated." Dell shrugged his square shoulders. He pushed an arm underneath Tavish's opposite arm. He lifted the larger man up, visible difficulty displayed. Jack decided help the shorter southerner, lifting some weight off of him. After some difficulty, the two men hefted the other to an empty seat.
They sat down themselves, resting from the dead weight they had carried. Dell glanced at the door, as if he were expecting someone. He took his old hardhat off to reveal a clean shaven head, almost like a buzz cut. "Dang it." He mumbled. Jack had cocked his head slightly, not knowing what was wrong. Then, out of the blue, Dell stood and jostled Tavish awake. The drunk Scott woke with a shock, almost hitting Dell in the jaw.
"What...?" He pondered aloud. "Wheres Doe?" Dell asked.
"Thought he was um... calling his wife?" He asked himself, obviously distorted. "Why? He leave his things in here, or somethin'?"
"No," The Texan pointed his thumb in the Commander's direction. "Gotta let him and Doe meet before he thinks he's running the place." Tavish nodded and drooped his head down on his shoulder for support.
"He's, uh, probably behind the, uh, um... Where am I?" He looked around, squinting his one eye, looking delirious. Dell shook his head as he gestured Jack to follow once again.
Dell led to taller fellow past the still wandering Overwatch agents. Lena still bugged Leon who was visibly trying his hardest to just finish his cigarette. Mundy sat with his beloved hat over his face, Hanna laying one if his sprawled out legs. Jeremy took a liking to one of the younger agents, Hana, while Jamie kept asking Winston questions.
Avoiding the other two agents, Reinhardt and Torbjorn, were easy as they were most curious of the bigger Russian, who was walking out with a vintage mini gun.
As they wandered to the back of the plane, they heard talking. The man conversing had a southern accent just as Dell has, however it was much more clearer. As they approach the man, Jack took notice of a worn US World War 2 uniform that this man had chose to wear. To complete his ensemble, he wore a somewhat dented army hat that was far too big on his head. He held a cell phone close to his ear. "...tell Chris I love him and to shut up and eat his greens." He chuckled at his own statement. He took notice of the new presence behind him, looking over his shoulder. "Alright, Zhanna. I've gotta go. Love you, honey." He bid farewell, then hung up.
He walked up to the newcomer and lifted a confidant hand twords him.
"Jane Doe, sir!" He stated in a clear loud tone. He then connected a flat hand to his forehead, saluting the other. Jack took the man's hand, again, asserting his strength to ensure his dominance.
"Commander Jack Morrison," Jack stated. "Nice to met you, Jane."
"Call me Doe. My father wanted a second daughter but settled for me." He said confidently, a small laugh following. They retracted hands.
"Jack," The aforementioned commander whipped his head around to see McCree calling him, his deep southern accent sweet cat scratch to his ears. The older male rolled his tired blue eyes. "Winston wants to get everyone to their rooms so the meeting can start." As he spoke, the cowboy sauntered over to the three men.
"Is that a Texan drawl I hear?" Dell pondered aloud. McCree tipped his hat back up to see the shorter man. He smirked widely.
"Not exactly. I wandered all over the west-"
"Causing mischief, stealing, running around with a deadly gang. The list goes on." Jack said sarcastically.
"As I was saying," McCree yelled at his superior. "I went around to all parts of the great south and west. Since I traveled a lot, guess I picked up an accent. Names Jessie McCree, by the way." He shrugged. "Now c'mon. Big guys waitin'." McCree ushered the men to the front where everyone was now out. They all stood a group, well all except Mundy who was sulking on the airplane steps.
Ludwig stood proudly with a pure white dove atop his shoulder. Misha carried his mini gun delicately while holding onto two suitcase, having no trouble at all. Jamie leaned on Leon's broad shoulder, whilst Jeremy stood next to them still playing his game. Tavish continued to drink heavily, and Hanna stared at him pure disgust; either because of intoxication of the Scott, or because said Scott was interrupting her movie. Leon smoked, what seemed like, his fourth cigarette. It amazed Jack of how strong the man's lungs were.
Both Dell and Doe joined the crowd, Doe making his way to Tavish, and Dell sticking to back. Jack joined Winston and Lena at the front. McCree moved over to the side where Reinhardt, Hana, and Torbjorn Stood.
The large sentient primate cleared his throat, making all ten mercenaries direct their attention upfront.
"How drunk am I...?" Tavish blurted out, now leaning on Doe's shoulder.
Winston looked over at Jack, who shrugged in response, while Lena tried to stifle a laugh. The large mammal straightened his glasses, beginning his announcement.
"Its good to finally meet you all. I've read you're old files in great detail, and I have to say, you ten are very peculiar. However, very much needed." Winston stated. "My name is Winston. I am second in command of Overwatch and the lead scientist. As I'm sure you've all been introduced, but this is Commander Morrison, yours and my, superior. This here," He gestured to Lena. "Is-"
Lena interrupted her furry friend, using speed to make herself known. "Good morning, loves. Lena Oxton, but you can call me Tracer if you'd like!" She said cheerfully. Winston chortled as he watched the hyperactive woman.
"Anyhow," Jack pushed through to add to the quick announcement. "We'd like to take you to your rooms to get you situated. Jessie," He pointed to the futuristic cowboy. "And a few other agents, have prepared your rooms taking into consideration of you've asked for."
Jessie glided over before Jack could in another word. "If you'd follow me." He said slyly. Jack shook his with annoyance plastered on his face. He nonverbally told the group to trail behind.
McCree took the gang of mercenaries out of the hanger and into a hallway with many doors. Jessie stopped with a humorous grin.
"And if you'd look to your left, you'll see ol' Torbie's workspace!" Lena, who was ahead, sauntered over quietly. She came to a halt when she reached McCree.
"To your right is the electrical room! And finally, right in front of you is a complete imbecile!" She said in a friendly tone. She pulled McCree along and ushered for the group to continue. Both Reinhardt and Torbjorn exited the group with a short "see you later", heading for the Swede's office.
They walked for another five minutes until they reached a huge staircase.