(Washington, DC, U.S.A)
Reinhardt walked through the busy streets, trekking along with his cane, his hurt leg slowing him down. He had been yelled at several times to move faster, but he ignored them and kept his current speed, if they tried to push him aside, he'd surprise them by not even budging, even though he was fairly old, he was still an unusually tall and muscular man, even at this age he was a wall of strength, his only real weakness that prevented his old abilities was his right leg.
He signaled a taxi to pick him up, he gave the location of where he wanted to go, the directions confused the driver of why he wanted to go there, but he still took the old war hero there.
It was almost an hour before they arrived, but Reinhardt payed him double of the original price as a tip to make up for the long drive. He looked forward and saw an old, abandoned personal hangar with it's own small runway. He made his way to it and looked to an old panel, he stepped over to it slowly, grabbed it's edge, and completely ripped it off it's hinges and revealed a much more modern day keypad.
He looked back and saw no one, looked back to the keypad and slowly pressed in an eight digit code, a red light came next and scanned his eye, moments layer, the two large metal doors slowly opened, revealing the empty hanger, but he knew all too well that it wasn't empty.
There was a lone stand that had a hand scanner built into it, he placed his upon the stand and the aqua blue beam passed back and forth, scanning his fingerprints. He then stood back as two large doors folded upward, revealing a small set of metal stairs leading to a very large meta pad, for this pad had to be large enough to lift and hold himself and another member of Overwatch up and down when they were prepped for combat.
The elevator came to a smooth stop, and suddenly the lights inside came on, revealing a huge command center, there in front of him was a rather large computer screen, but he didn't have time to re-explore their old H.Q and remember the fond memories he had in this place.
He quickly made his way over to the terminal and activated a holographic keyboard he inserted the flash drive that Soldier: 76 had sent him the data about who was dead, or alive and where they were right now, into the console. He found the living members locations once it appeared on the screen, but then the life signatures appeared on a long list.
'Lena Oxten, Tracer: ALIVE
L`ucio Correia dos Santos: TERMINATED
Soldier: 76: TERMINATED
Aleksandra Zaryanova, Zarya: TERMINATED
Winston: ALIVE
Satya Vaswani, Symmetra: TERMINATED
Fareeha Amari, Pharah: ALIVE
Dr. Angela Ziegler, Mercy: ALIVE
Reinhardt Wilhelm: ALIVE
Hanzo Shimada: TERMINATED
Jesse McRee: ALIVE
Zenyatta: TERMINATED
Torbjorn Lindholm: ALIVE
Bastion: TERMINATED'
He let it sink in about how many of his once brothers and sisters in arms were now dead, how they didn't really get to live their lives. His eyes showed only fury, he roared in anger and banged his hand on the projector for the keyboard, "Justice will be done! I will see whoever did this dead! Don't worry 76, I won't let your deaths be in vain...I will avenge you all..." he sighed, but then came back to reality, he still had a job to do.
He immediately began opening a transmission, and sending it only to the remaining members, no stray message waves. "Calling all former Overwatch agents! Repeat, calling all former Overwatch Agents! This is Reinhardt! We have a code red emergency! I need all remaining agents to report at our H.Q in Washington D.C! We're being hunted, seven of us are dead...I hope that persuades all of you to arrive." he closed the message and immediately got to work on getting ready for the meeting.
(Disclosed Location)
Lena Oxten was just waking up, she had a mug of coffee in her hand, she was dressed in running shorts and a sleeveless shirt, ready to go running as she did every morning she could. She drank the last bit of her coffee and prepared to step out the door when-
"Calling all former Overwatch agents! Repeat, calling all former Overwatch agents!" came from her phone, her computer, and the goggles of her suit in it's glass case, and all she could do is look confused.
(Disclosed Location)
Winston, the large gorilla, was quietly sitting in his wooden cottage, trying to keep his primal instincts at bay, when all of the sudden-
"Calling all former Overwatch Agents! Repeat, calling all former Overwatch agents!" the message came from his old helmet in the pile of armor he used to wear when going into battle, causing to furrow his bushy eyebrows in confusion.
(Disclosed Location)
The rising sun peered through the windows of the house, Fareeha was wrapped in a towel, walking quietly to her bathroom to enter the shower, when she was suddenly startled, causing her to drop her towel by-
"Calling all former Overwatch agents! Repeat, calling all former Overwatch agents!" the voice of Reinhardt sounded from her old helmet and her cellphone. She picked her towel up and was fortunate that she was alone when she dropped it, and looked to her helmet in confusion.
(Disclosed Location)
Angela Ziegler was quietly preparing herself for work, in her white coat, her paperwork ready to be submitted, when suddenly-
"Calling all former Overwatch agents! Repeat, calling all former Overwatch agents!" the voice of Reinhardt sounded from her old suit and her work computer. She walked to it's case and waited for what else the old war hero had to say.
(Disclosed Location)
McRee was drinking himself away at the local bar, when through the earpiece he had attached to his hat sounded into his ear-
"Calling all former Overwatch agents! Repeat, calling all former Overwatch agents!" he spat out his drink at the voice of Reinhardt after ten years.
(Disclosed Location)
Torbjorn was whistling away as he slid his welding mask on and began spraying the blast of fire onto a beam of steel. He almost dropped the welder in shock when-
"Calling all former Overwatch agents! Repeat, Calling all former Overwatch agents! This is Reinhardt!" He dropped his deactivated tool and listened to the voice of Reinhardt coming from his welding mask.
(Former Overwatch H.Q)
Reinhardt moved as quickly as he could through the halls he used to know so well, he then made a quick turn and entered a large room of machines, but he only moved to one in the very corner, it was a large circular chamber, darkened on the inside. He threw his cane aside and put one foot in before-
"Sir, shouldn't you wait for Winston to arrive, if the machine fails-"
"I don't have time to wait for them computer, I have to do this now if I'm gonna have to fight again!" he went against the computerized voice's warning and stepped inside the machine. He used the small control inside and reversed a small scrolling device, the door slid closed and only bright light could be seen through the seams of the door as the device went to work.
After several minutes, the door opened, and a lone man stepped out, he looked around before his sight went dark, and he collapsed, unconscious.