"There! I saw it fall there!" Tracer said as she dashed back into the forest, much to the chagrin of Jack who had insisted that the team stay together. Seeing as how he intended to keep his group together, he found himself running after Tracer, with the rest of his teammates following behind at various paces.

"Genji. You're the second fastest. Go make sure she doesn't do something stupid again. Winston, Mercy? You two go as well. You can keep up with her better than any of us."

"At once, Colonel Morrison."

"Right on it sir."

Watching the ninja dart forward in a green blur and the large gorilla leap forward after them along with Mercy flying behind, the old man gave a deep sigh as he stopped his sprint and began to walk forward at a more relaxed pace than his sprint. He looked back to Reinhardt, Ana and Torbjorn who stopped with him. Despite the unknown situation they found themselves in, the four exchanged smiles that lifelong and reunited friends gave one another.

"Well, who is going to break the silence?" Ana asked with a chuckle as she tapped the side of her head. "After all these years, the team is back together, and we can't even chat? Oh don't give me that look Jack, one of these days, that frown is going to pop straight off your head and you will be stuck forever without a mouth."

"When this is the life I live, I don't get to smile often." Jack breathed as he removed his tactical visor. Without his mask, his grizzled face and numerous scars were exposed to the world. In a way, he felt naked but at the same time, he felt familiarity washing over him as Reinhardt uncovered his face, the big man grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Overwatch. Those days? We had many reasons to smile." Reinhardt began. "We just need to give ourselves those reasons again."

"Bring back Overwatch. That is what this is going to about isn't it?" Jack asked as he suddenly frowned deeper.

"Certainly! If my Fareeha was here, she'd die for another chance to fight with her heroes. We did good Jack, we all did good. We secured a generation of peace where our children could grow up. I would gladly lay down the rest of my years left in this world to make sure that happens again."

"And I would fight till my last breath to make sure justice is upheld." Reinhardt agreed as he spoke slowly in his deep baritone, typically a sign of his solemn and deepest feelings . "For almost twenty years, we secured peace and prosperity around the world. I would fight until my last breathes to ensure that could happen again."

"And I don't know about you, but there would be plenty of work to be done for that!" Torbjorn said with a chuckle. "We've already agreed."

"Agreed on what?"

"Agreed to bring back Overwatch. Agreed to help rebuild it again." Ana nodded as she stretched her hand out. "We're going to build it from the ground up again, restore it to its former glory. We're just missing our best part. Our leader. C'mon Jack. Or should I say, Colonel Morrison? Commander Morrison? Whichever you prefer."

There was a long pause from the man wearing the 76 uniform as he fell deep into thought. Just as it appeared he would give an answer Genji appeared again.

"Colonel Morrison?" The cyborg asked, always so insistent on using the titles and ranks he had remembered his comrades by. "We have found the object. But... you may not believe..."

"Stop gawking around with the details and just show me the damn thing." Jack said as his grumpy side came back to him again, interrupting him from his train of thought.

"Very well then. If you follow me."

"So, is that where our contact went?" Jack asked as they went deep into the forest. In the distance, he could spy out Tracer, Winston and Mercy gathered around the foot of a tall tree.

"One of them." Genji noted as he approached the group already seated. "There were two fliers which Tracer had saw, one of them had lagged behind and randomly fell from the sky. She fell onto a tree, which Dr. Ziegler managed to get her down. It appears that she did fall unconscious from her fall, though the doctor is checking on any possible injuries."

"She? So this wasn't some kind of omnic?" Jack asked. Albeit to be honest, in the distance, he couldn't have identified what he was looking at. It did like vaguely humanoid to him, which probably meant it was either Helix security personnel or Omnics. He had always though the war was over, but when he remembered what was going on in Russia and the fact he had knew there was an operating bastion unit, something in the back of the head always told him they didn't quite beat the machines.

"Entirely human." Genji nodded. "Though Colonel Morrison, it is best if you see yourself."

"Fine then." The old man said as he brushed past Genji and waved for everyone else to clear aside so he could have his look.

Lying down on the ground, a bit beaten up was a pretty girl in a light blue sweater. The less normal part was the things below the thighs. To Jack, it looked as though someone had attached the propellers of a dated aircraft and stuck them right on the legs. Even when he was a child, nobody used propellers anymore on any type of aircraft. Compounded with the fact that while things like jetpacks existed in the place he came from, it typically required the wearer to be wearing ample amounts of padding and protection in case accidents happened, namely falling out of the sky because of equipment failure. To that end, Jack didn't know what the hell this girl was wearing, nor what the hell she was doing. Thankfully, her gentle breathing probably meant she was alright. Turning to Mercy, his first instinct was to congratulate her.

"Nice job on this kid. I can't imagine what she looked like when you found her. Her parents are going to be grateful once you get her back to them."

"I didn't do anything." Mercy said as she looked up. "She was alright when I found her, hanging from that tree."

"That's impossible. From that height, she should have been pancake, tree or no tree." Jack said with a raised eyebrow from underneath his visor.

"Believe it or not, that's how it happened!" Tracer piped up, causing Morrison to glare at her.

"Its not something worth arguing for." Jack said flatly as he looked at the kid. "Okay, does anyone know where we are?"

Silence.

"Excellent. When this kid waits up, we can drop her back to her parents or whatever, and then ask for directions. Of course, when she does wake up, I am going to ask only one person take her home. The last thing I need is for the whole world to know Overwatch is reassembling itself. The Petras act is still in effect, much to I am sure all of our annoyances."

Turning back to the child, the old soldier's eye caught the utility belt which hung at her waist. Kneeling down, he gently opened the pockets and reached inside.

"Humph, maybe she has a cellphone or something which could..."

"Jack...?" Ana asked after watching Morrison suddenly pause his sentence for more than a comfortable moment. "What's wrong?"

"What the hell... is a kid doing with these...?!" Jack asked as his tone fell dangerously menacing as he held up the ammo magazine, a few bullets spilling out for everyone to see. Pocketing the ammunition, the man removed his tactical visor as he looked at the unconscious girl once more.

"Now I am curious for some answers."

When Nikka finally came to, she felt black and blue all over from the not so pleasant fall straight onto a tree. Aching and aflame with sores, her eyelashes fluttered as she saw the dusk sun.

"Slept well?" An old woman called out to her as she finally realized she was actually sitting comfortably on the ground. In front of her stood an old man. His white hair made his age apparent while the scars reminded her of an experienced veteran. His physique was more powerfully fleshed than the village strongmen Nikka had remembered from her village giving him the appearance of a very powerful man indeed. Next to him was a old woman with the kindest smile that she had ever seen giving her very fond memories of her own grandmother. She looked up at the two of them and asked groggily:

"Who are you?"

''She doesn't know we're Overwatch? Well, good thing we told everyone else to go away. Though, this uniform ain't helping. Too bad its the only thing I've got.'

"My name is Fred. This is my wife Natalie. We found you hanging from that tree. Are you alright?"

"Me? Yeah. I am okay. Fred? Natalie? Those aren't names we hear often in Orussia and you two don't look like soldiers. Well, maybe too old." Nikka spilled out, unaware of how unhappy she must have made Jack in that description. "Are you two from Liberion? Like, do you have family here?"

'Liberion...?' Jack almost asked out loud. His age was making him slip, but he managed to catch himself just in time to make his answer sound authentic.

"I am from Liberion." He nodded, not quite sure what that even was. He wasn't even quite sure what Orussia was, though the name sounded like it was something that should be stupidly obvious to him. As of now, he was quite sure if anything this girl would say would make sense, but any information was good information. Especially an answer that could allude to what she is wearing, and what she was talking about.

"Well, it must be terrible being trapped here. We don't see many civilians anymore, so I guess you must have taken a risk coming to help me. Thank you by the way. You have no idea how much I appreciate it."

"No problem kid." Jack said as he did his best to keep a straight face. If she called him a civilian, that probably means she's military of some kind. By choice or by conscription? He was going to have to find out.

"Are you feeling pain?" Ana asked as she took over, gently stroking Nikka's head. She felt a slight bump as she examined closer, it took all of her inner willpower to point and stare.

"Just a bit. I can stand though... but I don't think I can fly. Ugh... this Striker is ruined." Nikka muttered dejectedly. "Ugh... Aleksandra is going to punish me again."

'Striker. So that's what its called. Never heard of it before though.' Jack thought to himself as he suddenly caught Ana's eye. His eyes focused into narrow slits as he wondered what the hell was up with the furry animal ears on her head.

"Who is Aleksandra?" Jack asked as he took a knee besides the girl. "She punishes you? She doesn't sound like a nice lady."

"Oh don't worry!" Nikka chuckled. "She's my best friend. She just gets sick of it when I destroy equipment. Since the war is going on, we don't get many replacements so we have to fix things."

'War...? Are we in Russia? Is that what Orussia is? No good... we've got more questions now than answers.'

"So then you aren't alone. You think anyone is going to be looking for you?"

"Of course! My friends and squadmates should be coming any minute now. Can we build a fire or something? It'd make their job of locating us easier."

"Sure, but first, you got to answer one question for us." Jack said as he adopted his most solemn tone.

"Sure!"

"What are you doing with these..." He asked as his voice suddenly carried a menacing undertone and he held one of the bullets that spilled out from the magazines. "And I hope for your sake, you are honest."

"I-is something wrong?" Nikka asked as she suddenly felt really uncomfortable from what should be an obvious question with an obvious answer. "I-I am a witch... I am supposed to carry ammunition around just in case Neuroi showed up. Its my job to shoot them down."

"You have ten seconds to tell me something that is not from the last TV show you saw."

"TV show...? What's a T..."

"That does it." Jack snarled as he felt himself being made fun of. "You want to play games with me kid? We're doing this hard way then."

"Wha-what are you doing?!" Nika asked as she felt herself being picked up by the scruff of her collar. Despite how old the man was, he still managed to lift her, striker unit and all as though she was light as a feather.

"You tell me who you are." Jack said as his growl grinded out each syllable. "And what the hell your mission here is. You better tell this to me fast, or my patience is going to run out."

"Flight Sergeant Nikka Katajainen! 502nd Joint Fighter Wing! I was just on patrol earlier! Wh-why don't you believe me?! I am a witch! I have a... ow! Help! Help!"

"Okay kid! You know what? I am done playing games. You tell me who the hell you are carrying munitions for, and you tell me what the hell the..."

"Jack!" Ana called as suddenly the sounds of propellers began to approach. "We've got company!"

"Looks like her friends are here." The old man called as he pinned Nikka to the ground, firmly but not harshly as he grabbed her hands and tied them together with the cable ties. "Stay right there kid, and don't give me a reason to knock you out."

"Overwatch! We've got company!"