A year later
Today was the day.
Today was the day little ole Sean would be officially a part of the famous peacekeeping force, Overwatch.
It was just the energetic, happy, green haired, little Irish man and the huge, talking gorilla, Winston, in a small room inside of a laboratory of Watchpoint: Gibraltar." Come on, Winston! Hurry up!" Sean hurried the gorilla while he typed in the last bit of information in the computer.
This just made Winston laugh." Ahaha, calm down, Sean-"
" It's Jack." Sean pouted." Jackaboy! The boss of boss!" He announced, firmly planting his hands to his waist with a huge smile spread across his face." You should remember to call me this by now. It's been a year since I came to train here, Winston."
The gorilla just snorted and huffed with a soft smile." Sorry, friend. I didn't mean any harm by it."
" It's okay!" The Irish man forgave with a soft chuckle." I can let it slip by if you give me a banana." He held out a hand.
" Ugh. Really?" Winston said as if annoyed, but then reached over on his desk and ripped out a single banana out from it's bunch and tossed it to Sean.
" Hehehe, Score." He snickered, peeling the banana and proceeds to eat it while Winston did his work in putting Jack into the system.
After a good five minutes, A hologram of Jack's profile picture popped up; Smiling widely with a thumbs up that looked to be pointing at him." I, Winston, Here by declare you, Sean McLoughlin A.K.A Jackaboy, As the newest member of Overwatch!" Then a congratulations popped up underneath the picture." Congratulations and welcome to the team!"
Jack then jumped up with glee with his hands high in the air." Yes!" He cried out with a laugh." I'm finally a part of Overwatch!" Once he landed, he swung his partially cover hand up to his forehead in a salute." Thank you, sir! I'll be sure to do Overwatch proud!"
This triggered Winston. His once happy and excited face fell to sadness when he was reminded of a soldier with the same attitude and excitement.
The Irish man took notice and lowers his hand down to his side along with lowering his big brows with concern, his smile now a frown." Winston? What's up?"
The gorilla snapped out of it, shaking his head and planted a fake smile onto his face." O-oh it's nothing! Sorry! I got lost in thought."
" Are you hiding something from me, big guy?" Jack pressed on, tilting his head slightly to the left.
" Not at all!" Winston reassured." You just.. reminded me of someone that is long gone now." His gruff voice softened as his expression went back to being saddened.
" O-Oh, I.. I'm sorry. Uh.. If I may ask, Who was this person?" Jack walked closer to Winston, placing a small hand on the back of the technical armor the gorilla wore as if to comfort him.
Winston just let out a soft sigh before his huge index finger pressed on something that was on the screen in front of them and the whole Overwatch Agent list appeared. Jack just stared in amazement at the amount of people were on their side and fighting for justice and peace while the gorilla scrolled through.
" Mark Fischbach." Winston said, stopping at the name and profile with a tap of the screen." He was an amazing soldier while he.. he was with us." Under the Korean American's profile picture was the word deceased in big capital letters.
Jack looked over the profile. He took in all the information he could of this man although there was no reason to, but this man was someone to look up seeing that he had down so much in just short amount of time being in Overwatch. His eyes locked onto the picture and his heart sank a little as he slowly grew sad." Wow.. This man was pretty amazing alright." Jack agreed with his large friend.
" It hurts when soldiers die like they do. But strangely, they didn't find a body." Winston admitted." We don't exactly know what happened to him but Pharah was fighting with him at the Temple of Anubis.. She couldn't find Mark's body so she presumed he was dead." He took off his glasses to wipe away a single tear." She.. took it harder than all of us."
Jack listened while staring at the profile picture of Mark." Well.. I can tell you that I won't end up like him." He patted the armor of the gorilla, giving him a reassured smile." I'm going to be the best soldier I can be!"
Winston looked at the Irish man, a smile coming back to his face." I hope so, I'm expecting great things from you, Jack!"
" I won't let you down, big guy!" Jack flashed his a big smile along with giving a thumbs up.
You'd think history would be destined to repeat itself perfectly. But that's not the case this time.
Jackaboy had been through tons of missions, most involving the terrorist group, Talon, from doing what they wanted.
So through of the half year, he's gotten to know the two of the main characters of the group, Reaper and Widowmaker. He always does his best to stop and catch them but was never able to.
But Today was the day he thinks that'll changed.
Jack stepped out of a subway train of King's Row, England where he was sent to take on this mission; alone.
As someone who's a supportive agent, this was new to him but he was ready. He was suited in a tight blue jumper suit that had a green and blue septic eye in on the chest including a tube like tank attached to his back filled with neon green balls, green shoulder and elbow pads, a dark green belt equipped with sticky grenades that looked like green and blue eye balls, and bright white shoes with green lining around it and glowing green soles and they even had the same little green and blue eye ball near the heel. A bright white and green orb like gun holstered to his hip, not loaded.
Jackaboy took off the light green tinted goggles to take in the sights around him as he exited the subway station and walked down a street that lead to his destination." Wow.. I didn't think I would get here in the dead of night." He whispered to himself." Maybe I'll go stay in a hotel after my mission." He smiled widely to himself.
Once he was close to an arch way near Alderworth Hotel, Jack quickly went down an alleyway while he slips goggles back down onto his face and slipped into a building that looked fancy, headed up stairs to the second floor to stop near the edge making sure to stick to the shadows.
Alright, Talon, what's the plan for today, huh?
Looking down at the operation in the open garage, There was normal terrorist agents in helmeted gas masks and light armor surrounding a vehicle and packing boxes into it from. They appear to almost be finished packing.
" Hm.. No Reaper." The Irish hero looked up and scanned the area to the best of his ability." No Widowmaker either." He whispered." What the fook?" This was a first time that he never seen either of the two. Something wasn't right. Widowmaker had to be around somewhere, hiding, planning, waiting far away from here; She is a professional after all.
Guess I'll find out soon enough.
Quietly, he scooped out his Gooper Dooper, his white and green gun that was holstered, before holding out his left hand.
Silence.
"...Come on. I don't have all day." He grumbled, then suddenly, from his little tube tank on his back, a green ball spits out and landed into his open hand. It was dripping green slime all over his hand but he quickly placed the ball on top of the gun where this ball was destined to be placed. Fit like a glove." Thank you." The clear, see-through orb in the gun was then filled with glowing neon green liquid which made the green on the device glow as if it was powered up.
He then grabbed a sticky grenade from his belt then pressed the blue part like a button, the blue turned red and blinked; quickly, he threw the bomb right at the payload. It was a good thing he had a good arm because it landed right in between four of the seven agents and exploded into a large goop, trapping them and draining them of energy." Looks like you're in a STICKY situation!" He snickered at his own pun before jumping down the ledge.
" What the hell?!" One of the Talon agents cried out while them and the remaining agents stared at the indeed sticky situation their four comrades were in." Shit! It's one of those Overwatch brats!" Another Talon member called out to point at Jack.
" For fook's sake! I have a name you know! It's Jackaboy! JACK-A-BOY!" Jack spelled it out from the terrorist members with annoyance in his voice." Seriously, I've been with them for six months now and you fuckers still don't know who I am!?" He pursed his lips, crossing his arms over his chest." Honestly.."
" Get him!" The other agent called out, the remaining three held out machine guns and pointed them at the Irish hero.
" Man, Should have just came quietly." Jack unfolded his arms in a sigh and shrug." Oh well, It's more fun this way!" He gives the most childish smile ever to the enemies before running towards them with his gun pointed towards them.
The men started to open fire at the running man but he had quickly swerved; serpentine around the bullets. His boots glowing brighter seeming to make him go faster and faster than the men and their bullets." Speed is key!" He said with laughter in his voice.
Once all of them had to reload, he took the chance to run past them, shooting clumps of goop at their feet which caused them to get stuck. This, of course, created the men to panic while doing their best to reload the guns.
But before they could, Jack karate chops and kicks the guns out of their hands then kicked them away from the agents so they couldn't pick them up." Man! This was too easy! No wonder they sent ONLY me." He announced proudly, holstering his still loaded gun.
" Guess only thing to do now." His fingers went up to his green hair to slowly run them through it while he pulled out a small, round device with Overwatch's symbol on it from the back of his belt then pressing it gently, it began to glow dimly while he pressed it." Top of the morning to ya, laddies! Jackaboy here, I'm reporting in from King's Row. I have compl-"
Jack was then suddenly cut off when suddenly a fireball hits the hand holding the device, knocking it out of his grip and burns his hand." Ow! Ow! Ow!" He screeched, waving his hand around before looking at it and seeing the ends of his jumper singed as was the palm of his hand." Ugh god damn it." He hissed, his hand now shaking from the intense searing back.
Then before he could have time to react and look around for the person who threw that fireball, A metal boot collided with the side of his head with a strong force and caused him to go flying across the street and into a brick wall creating cracks and a small indent in the wall." Ah!" He cried out in pain, sliding down on his side from the wall onto the ground on his knees." What the fook was that?!" His eyes looked up to where he was previously and saw no one there.
Jack sat there in shock." What hit me?" He looked down at the ground, slowly pushing himself up with the hand that's not burnt.
" Me."
Jack heard a deep voice rumble in his ears and before he could react, a metal hand grabbed a hold of the back of Jack's head and rammed his face into the ground, causing his goggles to crack and shatter, accompanied by the sound of his nose cracking against the cement. Then the same metal boot slammed into Jack's side harshly and made him land on his side while he held the other side." Who are you?!" He blurted out with hints of pain in his voice, blood dribbling out from his broken nose and broken pieces of his goggles falling onto the sidewalk.
His pained blue eyes looking through the broken goggles to find a man standing in front of him, towering over him. Observing him as best as he could, Jack couldn't see the man's face due to a black visor hiding his identity, his hair was a fiery red sticking out of the hood he wore, hell, the hair looked like it was actual fire with the way it glowed, A black sleeveless hoodie lined with red, metallic gloves that looked as though that's what created the fireball that was thrown at him, and metal boots that created fire underneath him to make him float at least three inches off of the ground. He was also really well built, as if he was working out all day, everyday.
" That's none of your business." The man seemed to growl a bit, his metal hands curling into fists." Not like it'll matter anyways." He knelt down to Jack, a hand reaching out to grab a hold of his neck but Jack grabbed the wrist.
" Aw come on, that's not very polite." Jack flashed a childish smirk at the mystery man." Like I'll tell you mine! My name's Jackaboy or Jack for short."
" I'm not polite at all." The man replied with a growl, the middle of the glove started glowing as if it's going to blow fire at the Irish man." and I don't care about your name."
" Well, maybe I should teach you-" Jack began then pulled the man to him with all of his strength, rolling so he'd be on top of him and grabbed his other wrist and pinned him down." Some manners!" He grinned widely at the other.
Then with no problem at all, the fiery red haired man sat up, quickly breaking out of Jack's grip and turned it around on him. So now that he was on top of him pinning him to the ground." Or how about you go fuck yourself?" He spoke deep and low, visor close to Jack's face." Looks like I caught myself a leprechaun."
Jack's body began to tremble, scared of the man's strength. Heat rising to his cheeks causing them to become red with embarrassment and... arousal?" G-get off of me!" He complained, squirming under the man to get away but it was to no avail.
" Heheh, what now, hot shot?" The mysterious man snickered at the other's reactions." You were talking big shit before." His grip on his wrists tighten before sitting on Jack's stomach to put more weight on him.
Jack let out a groan, curling his hands into fists while squirming." I-I said get off! You're fooking heavy!" His breathing becoming panicky, his blue eyes staring daggers at the man's visor.
" No." He said with a chuckle, moving his hands from Jack's wrists to his neck, suffocating him and crushing his windpipes ever so slowly.
Jack choked and groaned." Fucking.. Arse!" He whined, kicking his legs in the air. Then he noticed something on the metal band on the man's visor." At least.. tell me your name!" He managed to get out while being choked to death, his vision was fading and blurring.
" It's not important considering you'll be dead soon but if it makes you feel any better." The man spoke, his grip getting tighter making Jack choke and gag." It's Dark."
Then in one swift motion, Jack pressed the noticeable button on the metalband part of the visor; which made the black visor raise up from the man's face. Of course, he couldn't see who Dark was but he just had try something.
Dark's eyes widen with a loud gasp of surprise, quickly lets go of Jack's neck, scrambled off of him, then pressed the button again to make the visor hide his face once again.
Jack coughed and gagged loudly, nearly vomiting from the violent coughing." That's.. That's what you get for messing with.. With Jackaboy." He huffed and puffed out, still having a hard time breathing, his vision coming back to him. Slowly sitting up though; he sees that Dark and all of the gooped agents were gone, vanished, disappeared; but the vehicle was still there." Ugh.. Fookin' great." He cough then sees an airship that belonged to Overwatch.
I guess it's a mission well done, I stopped the payload.