It was a quiet morning at Overwatch's new HQ. Lena Oxton, known to the world as Tracer, stretched her arms while yawning, walking to the tiny kitchen inside Watchpoint Gibralter. Prepping herself some coffee, she looked around at the cafeteria adjacent to the kitchen, her shoulders sagging slightly. Once, that cafeteria was filled with the personnel that ran this place, good people, and of course, the occasional field agent. Now, its tables collected dust. Seeing that her coffee wasn't ready, she headed outside, feeling the fresh air. "Mornin' love!" Lena said cheerfully as she saw Fareeha Amari running towards her. Fareeha simply nodded her head, and kept running. Lena stood there with her head at an angle. "Guess bein' in top notch shape is her thing." Lena thought to herself. Lena walked back inside the café to see her coffee was finished. Grabbing the cup, she took a small sip, as she leaned herself on the counter. The next agent to join them in the café was Jesse McCree, dawning his signature poncho and cowboy hat. "Mornin' McCree!" Lena spoke cheerfully. "Good mornin', Miss Lena." McCree said, tipping his hat with a smile. McCree went over to the rec room, which was located opposite of the cafeteria. Taking a seat in the center of the couch that was in the room, McCree turned on the TV, just to see what news was worth seeing. "As the Omnic facilities continue to restore and rebuild themselves, today makes the Anniversary of the fall of Overwatch." The broadcaster said. McCree scoffed and went to the kitchen, where Lena was enjoying her coffee, and Fareeha had just come in. "Good morning Miss Oxton, Mister McCree." Fareeha said, nodding to both of them. "Howdy, Pharah." McCree responded, tipping his hat, while Lena waved back, taking in some more coffee. "Everyone is still asleep?" Fareeha asked, her head inside the fridge, taking out some items. "Far as I know." McCree responded, looking at the items Fareeha had been taking out. As McCree was about to speak once more, Angela Ziegler walked in. Angela beamed a bright smile towards everyone. "Good morning everyone." She said brightly. "Good morning, Miss Ziegler." Fareeha said, pulling herself out from the fridge and standing straight. "Mornin' love!" Lena said with a bright smile. "Howdy, Doc." McCree said coolly. As the small group remained there in the kitchen café area, McCree tuned into the TV. "Another robbery was thwarted, this time in the United States. Local officials gave an official statement, saying that the criminals behind the robbery were not a part of any known gangs." The broadcaster spoke, her eyes locked with the camera. McCree turned his head to the broadcast, then went into the room to watch. "We have reason to believe that the crew responsible was a part of the Deadlock Gang, however, there is no solid proof. To address the concern of the so-called "Watchman" stopping the robbery, I can assure you that the streets are safe from this vigilante." The chief of police said, before it cut back to the reporter. McCree's brow furrowed. "In other news, the United States military has increased the bounty on the vigilante known as Solider:76, to $10,000,000. Officials are urging anyone who has information to please call immediately." McCree turned off the TV with that, and walked out. Leaning against the doorway, he found Winston had joined the group of girls. "Mornin', Winston." McCree said, tipping his hat. "Good morning Jesse." Winston said, nodding while adjusting his glasses. "Any word on the war we're diving head first into?" McCree asked with a smirk on his face. "No, nothing yet. I've been trying to get in touch with Genji, but he has yet to respond." Winston replied, to which McCree nodded in response. "Y'know, we should try bringin' down that Solider guy, could give us some fundin'." McCree chimed after a moment of silence. No one said anything in response. McCree sighed. "Agh, good mornin', everyone!" Torbjörn bellowed heartily as he walked in. "Mornin' Torby!" Lena responded with a huge grin. "Now, what's all this about huntin' a vigilante, hm?" He asked, looking at McCree. "There's this vigilante runnin' round the states, bounty on 'em is ten million." McCree said, crossing his arms. "I don't know 'bout y'all, but I'm up for puttin' them down." McCree said, revealing his infamous Peacekeeper. "Well, I mean it would be nice to have some sort of funds, after all, we don't have much funds currently." Winston spoke, looking around. "I'll ready my suit." Fareeha said as she finished her shake. "I call sitting with Torby!" Lena said before blinking off. McCree looked at Winston. "Well, what are we watin' for? Let's ready our shuttle."/p