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Soldiers Never Break

"Better to die for something than to stand for nothing"

Soldier 76 slammed the thug's face into the brick alley wall, feeling the skull shatter beneath his steel prosthetic arm and watching his body go limp. He supposed he should feel something, remorse maybe, after dispatching the five muertos gang members, but frankly the only guilt he felt came from wasting perfectly good bullets on such easy targets. Luckily this time there was no little girl here, so he didn't have to pull any punches. He shrugged his shoulders and winced as he felt a piece of shrapnel dig painfully into his shoulder blade. Reaching back, he yanked it out, thankfully pulling it out cleanly without much tearing. The two inch shard of metal was covered in blood, but his wounds never bled for long.

Sighing, he went about taking any ammo or weapons he could use off the bodies, methodically checking pockets and holsters for anything worthwhile. He finished quickly, and took one final look at the scene before quickly scaling a nearby fire escape to reach the roof of what he could only guess was an apartment complex. His visor provided him with a constant news feed, and if it was correct, he was only about six minutes from a police standoff with what were only being described as "dangerous extremists". If he used the visor's uplink and stuck to the rooftops, he could probably get there before the police tried something stupid or one of the hostages tried to play hero.

Checking his pulse munition supply, he was about to start sprinting towards the standoff when his visor flashed an urgent warning. Frowning, he opened the notification and saw a live news feed with an attractive reporter with a vaguely hispanic accent standing outside what appeared to be...the building he was currently standing on top of.

"Yes I am just getting confirmation now, the vigilante and wanted criminal known as 'soldier 76' is indeed on the roof of this building, and it appears he has once again taken the law into his own hands by racking up his body count once again. Police are currently en route to intercept him, as are members of a special task force composed largely of former members of the disgraced Overwatch initiative."

Soldier 76 growled in frustration. This was NOT good. The police he could handle, most members of overwatch he could handle, both at once however would give him trouble, especially since he wouldn't dream of using lethal force against them. He had to make a break for it. Sprinting from one end of the roof to the other, he leaped across the 10 foot gap to the next rooftop over, landing just as the rooftop door burst open and SWAT police flooded the roof he had just been standing on. He kept running, leaping from building to building. He grimaced under his visor as they opened fire and grazed his shoulder, but kept moving. He knew they couldn't keep up with him, but it wasn't the police he was worried about. All of the sudden, he saw a blur of movement on his left.

"Sorry love, but I'm gonna have to ask for you to pull over."

Morrison didn't even have time to curse before Tracer shot her leg out and tripped him, sending him tumbling to the ground. He pivoted as he rolled, firing his rifle in an arc but making sure it was at her feet. He didn't want to hurt the girl after all, just stop her movement for a second. Sure enough, she did stop, though just long enough for jack to get back to his feet. He leveled his rifle and aimed at her center of mass.

"Tracer," he growled, "I'm surprised you found time in your busy schedule to come after me. What, run out of museums to destroy?"

The speedster glared at 76, pistols leveled in front of her and obviously waiting for an opportunity to blitz him.

"At least I don't leave a bodycount everywhere I show up."

"Really," he asked, still watching her warily. Any second now. "Not one person was killed in that explosion? What about that omnic ambassador? He suddenly back from the dead?"

Her eyes narrowed and she suddenly darted to the side, just as he'd predicted. He easily sidestepped her shots, which he noticed were carefully aimed at his legs and not his head or chest, ran forward to engage her. Tracer darted back and forth, peppering him with non lethal shots and quick darting punches, but as she always did she quickly slowed down. Seeing his opening, he rushed forward, wrapped an arm around her throat, and used his free hand to place a gun to her temple. He would sooner shoot jesus himself than the girl he considered a surrogate daughter, but she didn't know that.

"Now tell your backup to show themselves before I add to my body count."

Tracer growled and tried to free herself, but 76 tightened his hold on her.

"Right now Mrs. Oxton. I really do not want to kill you, but we both know I'm not above murder."

Tracer, however, actually laughed.

"You know, for a guy known for evading the police, you reeeally skimped on the research love."

And suddenly she was behind him. Dammit. How could he have forgotten about her temporal shifts? It was all he could do to evade her now, and she very quickly managed to disarm him. They traded blows back and forth, neither one willing to use lethal force but neither willing to lose either. Tracer was fast, but 76 knew from experience that she would not be able to sustain that speed, nor would she be able to use her recall again for a long time. Sure enough, she started slowing down again, and this time he decided a more direct approach was needed. Using his visor to calculate her positioning ahead of time, he wound up his right hand and hit her directly in the temple. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious but otherwise relatively unharmed. He winced at the plasma burns she's left along much of his body. If she had been trying to kill him, he might have lost.

"That's no way to treat a lady, is it Winston?"

GOD. DAMMIT.

He turned slowly, and came face to face with lena's backup. Winston stood there, a stern look on his face as he raised his tesla cannon. Next to him, her wings flaring and her caduceus staff pumping extra power directly into Winston's Tesla reactor, was Angela Zeigler. Mercy herself, who unfortunately was not looking very merciful.

"No, Angela, it isn't. I'm going to give you one chance to come quietly. I suggest you take it."

Morrison silently read the inputs of his visor. He had to stall for just a few more minutes. Surely he could last a few minutes? He was about to find out.