A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I didn't expect anyone to like this. Next chapter is going to be information to clear many things up mentioned in this chapter and for later chapters.
Jack, Jessie, Lena, and Winston showed the ten to their rooms.
Pryer to their arrival, Leon had emailed Jack of living arrangements that everyone had requested. And of course, Jack had taken that into consideration since he dragged them out of their docile lives.
Mundy and Hanna stayed in the same room, a pull out couch and regular medium child's bed to separate them, and for Misha and Ludwig to share a room. The rest of the team didn't ask for much, only that they don't get stuck with a noisy neighbor.
After getting themselves situated, they all met back at the stairs for the two commanders to guide them to the meeting.
They took them further upstairs where more rooms were located. They ended their escapade after turning three hallways, stopping at a shorter one with a pair of double doors. Winston took the men inside while Jack made some calls. He notified those who needed to attend the meeting to get there or they couldn't start it.
After a short while, Freeha, Reinhardt, and McCree arrived. The two men formally introduced themselves, Freeha being a bit more reclusive.
She sat with her head propped up, wondering why they needed these weird "mercenaries" working for them.
"Hanna," Mudy pressed a few things on the girl's tablet. "Sit here and watch, uh," Squinting his eyes from behind his mirrored glasses he read the screen. "Cinderella... or whatever."
He sat Hanna down next to Freeha, who found herself staring. Can't be more than 12, maybe 15. Freeha thought. I was much younger when I was exposed to violence. Poor kid...
Hanna sat criss crossed watching the screen, oblivious of the Egyptian girl watching her.
"Hey, Freeha." McCree walked up to the reclusive girl. "Come an' meet the guys." He beckoned.
Freeha looked at the cowboy with a skeptical look.
"C'mon, birdie. Stop being such a downer. Your gonna be working with these guys, for fucks sake!"
The young Egyptian rolled her eyes tiredly and groaned, standing up from her sitting position.
"Atta girl!"
"Just show me to the guys so I can sit back down." McCree sucked his teeth.
"Look," He began. "I know your still upset about the broken coffee machine," The futuristic cowboy snickered at her ridiculous reason to be upset. "But this is work. Don't bring your shit show to work. Bad birdie." He scolded.
Freeha tried her best not to laugh as she glided over to where the biggest of the ten stood; quiet but listening to the others bicker.
She studied him. He was peculiar, being the larger of the others. Even challenging Zarya's and Reinhardt's stature.
She extended her tanned hand to his forearm, not particularly able to reach his shoulder.
"Hey," She called to the skyscraper, nonchalantly. "I'm Freeha. Most call me Phara. You are...?" She beckoned. The larger fellow turned to see the smaller figure.
He shrugged. "Misha." He turned back to his original state.
"Hello? Not gonna talk anymore?" He ignored her.
"I need more coffee to deal with this..." Freeha groaned as she backtracked her footing. McCree sighed, aggravated.
"You come back here and make an effort," He thought for a second. "I'll let you use my coffee maker." The cowboy bellowed. Freeha whipped her head around with sparkling eyes.
"For real??"
"Yes, ma'am." He chirped.
As the two made their way to the mildly bustling crowd of "newbies", the other agents walked in; Lena and Mei.
Mei sat herself at the nearest chair while Lena raced over to the new men.
"Hello. Nice to see you lot again." Lena stood next to the youngest looking male, who was leaning back in his chair. Freeha and McCree followed Lena to her spot.
All chatter was either focused on Reinhardt's boasting or Torbjorn's small talk.
"Hm?" Jeremy looked up, slightly relieved that no one came to boast to him. And slightly happy to see Lena's spiky brunette hair. "Uh, your Ms. Fast Feet, aren't ya?" He pondered.
"Lena Oxton. Also referred to as Tracer."
"Might've heard of her from all of her escapades." Freeha spoke up with a smirk, jumping into the conversation.
"Escapades?" Jeremy leaned forward. "Can't say that I have. He looked Lena up and down, however said woman didn't notice.
McCree snorted. "She jumped roof after roof in King's Row goin' after an assassin. She made news all over UK and different parts of the world."
Jeremy shrugged it off. He leaned back again and closed his eyes, adjusting his cap. "I don't watch news. I live in Paris with my dad and sister, so everything's in French."
"Wait," Freeha scoffed. "You live in France but can't speak French?" She laughed.
"Nah. I can understand it, s'just I choose not to. Ican read it, but can't speak it. Tried but my accent caused all the vowels 'n shit to sound wrong," The boy paused. He sat up to give his peers attention. "By the way, names Jeremy. I know her and Woody here, but who're you?" His head pointed between Lena and McCree, eyes fixated in a quizzical gaze towards Freeha.
Freeha smiled invitingly. "Freeha. I'm often called Phara when on the field. I specialize in kicking ass." She shrugged smuggly.
"Same. On the field, I'm swifter than a cheetah on an adrenaline rush. They call me Fast Feet."
"Pfft," A laugh rung behind Jeremy. "Like hell we did. Red called you Rabbit and Blu, ya own damn team, called you Twinkle Toes." He turned a light shade of red and jumped up in haste. He lundged for the new girl, tackling her on the floor.
"Take it back!" He yelled, locking his arm around her neck whilst she laughed uncontrollably.
"No way! Its the truth, Bozo!" Lena, McCree, and Freeha tried to suppress a laugh.
Tracer decided enough was enough and broke the two apart. She helped both twins up, one still hysterically laughly, and the other the shade of tomatoes. Jeremy sat back down in a huff, and Jamie leaned on the Brit for support as she calmed down.
"The names Jamie. Older and better twin to Bozo here." She introduced. Jeremy mutter a few curses under his breath.
"By the way, Britty-bitty," Jamie wrapped herself around Tracer's frame, not at all caring for her personal space. "My brother has the hots for you!"
"Shut up, Jams!" Jeremy shouted through gritted teeth.
"Bozo and Britty, sittin' in a tree." She cackled.
Jamie dashed into the small crowd, Jeremy soon following after.
"I won't tell him." Tracer shrugged smugly, giggling quietly.
A loud gruff bark pierced the air. Attention was brought to the graying commander. Everyone stopped what they were doing out of respect, directing themselves to their seats to listen.
"Mei," A stout woman responded with a "yes commander", expressing esteem.
"Where is Mercy?" He asked.
"Oh, right!" She jumped. "She couldn't make it. Jamison has another concussion."
Jack mentally rolled his eyes. Always blowing himself up, damn junker. Jack thought bitterly. "Alright then. We'll have to conduct this meeting without her." He nodded to Winston, who'd been perched on his specially made chair, 5 times bigger than the regular ones. Jack strided over to the center of the table, Winston turning it on.
"As you know, I am Strike Commander Jack Morrison. Welcome to the newly revamped Overwatch."
It was Winston's turn to speak up now. He adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "I am Winston, second in command. Well, only on account of reforming the organization and all. I was given the roll not on my terms, however, because everyone said I should. I-" Tracer interrupted the mountainous ape. "Your rambling, love." She sang. Small, brief chuckles gravitated around the room.
"My apologies..." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"Now," Jack boomed. "These are former expert fighters who have a extensive background in fighting and knowledge for the task at hand." He signaled for one of the men to introduce themselves.
Dell stood proudly, the others a bit sheepish. "I am Dell Conager. An expert engineer. I look forward to workin' with ya'll." He tipped his hard hat and sat back down, nudging Leon who glared at him bitterly.
Leon begrudgingly stood. "Call me Leon within the vicinity of this building. Outside, you may call me Spy." He ended his speech and sat back down.
"Jane Doe, sir." A built man saluted towards both commanders. "I will serve Overwatch well."
The larger man rolled his eyes "I am Misha. I specialize in heavy weapons." The large tower of a man stated. He crossed his arms in protest, no longer wanting to talk.
Next was the lean Australian. "Mudy. Sniper." He mumbled.
"And I am Jeremy. Best damn runner you will ever see." The boy's sister pushed him to the side.
"Don't listen to Bozo here. I can run faster than him any day."
"Like you hell you can!" Jeremy retorted.
"Duh!"
"Prov-"
"Sit down, now! Both of you!" The Frenchman demanded. His face was flushed with anger.
Ludwig cleared his throat and stood with confidence. "Doctor Ludwig Müller. I dabble in science and practice medicine." He gestured to the passed out scott to his left. "This is Tavish. He specialized in demolition and consuming too much alcohol. And over there," He pointed to Hanna. "Is Hanna. She no longer partakes in combat, but you will find in her files that she was a pyrotechnic." He sat back down.
The hyper intelligent primeape pressed a switch on the conference table, a blue holographic globe popping up.
Jack stepped up to the plate. He had a remote in his hand, pressed it, which caused the globe to zoom in to a singular location.
One of the men leaned forward, interest peaked for the chosen location.
"This is what is known as the Badlands. Its located in Mexico and, as of recently, unexplored." The commander informed. "The Saxton corporation is in possesion of this land, who we are now allies with." Tracer raised her hand, interrupting her leader.
"What's so special about a wasteland of rocks?" She pondered.
"It's special because its the only known modern source of an undocumented element; Australium."
"Wait a minute," Ludwig spoke up. "I thought Helen used the last bit up."
"Yeah, she did. Must've missed a mine under the arenas." Jamie suggested.
"Correct." Jack nodded. "I've read all the files. Your old director had all the Australium mines cleaned out," He pressed the remote a second time, bringing up an old document. "A deposit was left untouched near the end of the Red vs. Blu war. It's been said, by Saxton Hale himself, that the deposit was too deep for the mining team to reach."
"Yeah. I remember skimming through my grandfather's map he charted for Helen," Dell added. "Things so deep, Helen had a special drill he and father was bulidin'. Gave up 'cause my grandfather passed away and my father was no longer on Helen's good side." He chuckled away, reminiscing on old memories.
"Right," Jack continued. "Well, today, we have the technology to build a drill in a minimum of two days. The terrorist organization, Talon, could already have one and could also be attempting to mine the element."
Tracer raised her hand again. "Why's it called Australium, exactly?"
"It was first discovered in Australia. We used it for everything until we ran out. My birth parents had their own supply but painted a damn rocket with the shit." Mundy coldly shrugged, bitterness laced within each vowel.
"What was Australium used for?" Mei wandered.
"Its this metal-like element. Not exactly a solid, not exactly a liquid." Ludwig stood up from his seat and began to pace the room. "It can adapt it's physical state to better fit its use. It was used for payment, weaponry. You name it. It was used for Blutarch, Redmond, and Gray Mann, as well as Saxton Hale, for Australium powered life extending machines, demonstrating the endless possibilities for the ele-"
"Hey, Doc?"
"Yes, Jeremy?"
"Shut up."
"Excuse me!?"
The German man huffed in annoyance, Misha cocked a brow at the man, resulting in Ludwig sitting back down, cutting down his anger.
"So, yer sayin' that these talon guys are trying to find some old shit we used ta deal with?" Tavish sat up groggily. He squinted his eye at the hologram. "Sounds legit ta me."
"But why. I wander..." Dell trailed.
"Well we don't exactly know why they are trying to find Auatralium now. Vishkar hasn't found anything either."
"Wait. Vishkar has not found anything yet? But they are always on top of things." Torbjorn interjected.
McCree leaned back in his chair. "Y' don't think they're plannin' somthin' with Doctor evil, do ya? Lady's psycho as all hell and Doomfist and Reaper has got her on their side."
"Moira wouldn't know what to do with an undocumented element. There's no information online or in the textbooks. Hell, Jack had to go through one hundred year old files to find these blokes."
"Your underestimating Moira. She injected Gabe with rabbit blood or nano-bots, or whatever. Now he's like a damn ghost." McCree pointed out. "If she can figure out how to give Gabe some 'super powers', she can find a way to use Australium."
"For all we know, that psychopath has created a doomsday device." Reinhardt mumbled.
"Okay, okay. Quiet it down, everyone." The commander jumped in. "All we know now is there is little to no activity going on within Talon. Zarya has reported only an attempted assassination against Katya Volskaya. Talon is laying low now that Akande is out of prison."
"And the best we can do is wait?" Tracer scoffed. "Like I'd want to wait and see what Doctor Evil, Ice Queen, and Ghost Rider is up to! Two of them bloody abandoned us and one is mentally insane!"
"Lena, sit back down. Now is not the time to bring that up." Mei reasoned.
Winston leaned forward. "Lena..." He trailed. With that, the British racer plopped down in a huff, still clearly frustrated.
Clearing his throat, Jack turned his attention to Winston. Said gorilla bowed his head.
"Yes, uh," He adjusted his glasses. "We will be keeping an eye on the Badlands thanks to Mann Co. and the Saxton corporation. I've gotten into contact with the CEO, who has agreed to an alliance."
"Wait you mean little Donny? It's been what, 10 years right?" Mundy asked the southerner beside him.
"No. I think Simon inherited the company, not Donny."
"No way. It was totally Donny. He's the smart one. He went to college." Jeremy argued.
"If your asking who the CEO is, its Donovan Ha-"
"Yes, the smart one!"
"Alright, enough of the side talk," Jack barked. "What we're trying to say is, we have no idea what to do. We both know nothing about australium or the war, which is why I've contacted the ten of you. Your services and knowledge will really help us out here."
For once, silence overtook the room. The nine mercenaries looked between each other in understanding thought. The six agents remained strictly inaudible.
Jack scanned the room to look at his peers. He furrowed his brows and pinched his temple.
"Meeting dismissed." He sighed as he made a B-line to the door.
N/A: Please inform me on ANY typos, thank you! :)I hope you enjoyed this chapter!Update schedule: Sunday and Thursday