March 23rd2030
Watch point: Gibraltar – Gibraltar Overseas Territory
When he came into Overwatch everyone there looked at him with a raised eye, where they were the people who were pushing the boundaries of technology in their means of combat, this guy in an old British officer's uniform comes along with weapons and attitudes of a bygone era and expects everyone else to obey him, well he did have officers training and the skill in using rifles which spat out stupidly powerful rounds so most members of Overwatch just welcomed him anyways.
But even so George III 'Baron' of Alkinson would at least have to rub some shoulders to make his presence felt, and also call in other members of his family to fight.
The whole facility had survived through the whole recall limbo that Overwatch was in for some years, it really only needed a bit of spit and polish when the hero's returned, the firing range however still looked pretty messy (well it looked like that all the time anyways), just in front of a large sand wall which acted as a bullet catch was a wooden board shaped like a man, something whistled through the air and hit the target with a thunk, it was an arrow and its tip sunk into the chest area of the target, there was then the sound of a spinning revolver chamber and some load bangs which echoed through the large room, three holes matured themselves in the target with charred marks on the edges on the holes, after a while of silence there was a loud metallic snap and a huge bang which shook the whole room, the wooded target practically exploded in a shower of splinters, ripping the entire top section of the target clean off, back at the firing stands with the smoking barrel of his double-rifle, Baron stood there with a smug look on face at the sight of the destruction, he turned to see Hanzo and McCree who had shocked looks on their faces, "and that mates is how you blow a target to kingdom-come" he said hitting the latch at the base of the barrels, "wow you Brits really take pride in huge calibres" McCree responded looking at the brass case which came out of the rifle, "yep, 700. Nitro express is the proper huntsman's cartridge, has a 1,000 grain bullet which delivers 12,000 joules of energy, this can practically take down anything on the seven continents" Baron explained, "very impressive if I say myself Lord Alkinson" Hanzo jumped in, their conversation was interrupted by someone at the door, it was Fareeha 'Pharah' Amari, wearing a blue t-shirt dawned with the Overwatch logo and some camouflaged trousers, the stuff she usually wore when she didn't have her armour on, "sorry to interrupt but the 76 wants you Baron" she said with her Egyptian accent showing, Baron put the spent casing in his ammo pouch to be reloaded later and slung the double-rifle around his shoulder with the barrel pointing upwards behind his back, "okay lead the way ma'am" he said politely,
Walking through the futuristic, glazed corridors of the facility made Baron look out of place, like he was stuck in some kind of 1940's time warp (well McCree and the Shimada's were kind-of in their time warp also in the way they fought), him walking with his old fashioned double-rifle, his long scabbard hanging from his waist on the left side and his old uniform which had been phased out by the British military twenty years ago showed a bygone era of military doctrine, he was a bastion of reactionary thought, within a sea of technological liberalism, while in his thoughts however he slightly bumped into Pharah who was walking to his right "you okay Baron?" she replied to the unintended contact, he then snapped out of his train of thought, "yeah I'm fine" he replied, he looked at her and saw she had made herself for combat, she was well built as he arms were quite muscular, she would have to be to endure combat with that large suit of hers, she was around the same height as Baron was (minus the hat) and had a strange marking under her right eye, before he could question this though they had reached the door that entered the control room, "right through here" Pharah showed opening the door for them both.
The door opened with a sight sound and Pharah and Baron walked through, Baron hadn't been in the control room since he had only arrived yesterday, he was bestowed by holographic displays, consoles, wires and papers strewed around, to be fair It was quite a mess and nobody had bothered to clean it up, Baron looked to his right was surprised to see a tyre hanging off the ceiling and was even more surprised to see the big ape Winston hanging on it, eating a banana, "wait, is that a bloody ape!?" he said with shock painting his face, "yep" another female voice called out, he looked to his left and saw Tracer sitting on a chair with her legs propped up on a console, she pulled them off, sprung up off the chair and walked over to them, "oh I think I haven't introduced myself, I'm Winston and I'm the one who keeps us all together" the big ape explained while throwing the banana skin into a bin, "well, eh nice to meet you then" Baron responded, still a bit unnerved that the animal could even talk, "and I'm the one who calls the shots around here" another voice called out, walking out from a hologram of a world globe was Jack 'Soldier 76' Morrison (although everyone called him 76 as his name was already a mouthful), he walked over to them with his red visor glowing, "you must be Morrison, Mercy told me about ya" Baron responded, "so you know me already huh? Okay skipping over the introduction Baron, Winston told me it's in your family tradition for heirs to the baron title to have officers training right?" 76 questioned, "yep, I ended up doing war-games for three years straight and was taught by a field marshal himself, I then commanded a British battalion during an exercise and passed with flying colours" he replied, "you seem to be a born leader Baron" Tracer added in, "yes but even so Baron, just remember your still under my wing, I don't want you taking my guys on some rogue mission" 76 made clear, Baron just nodded, even here you still needed to take it up the arse from someone higher up, Winston then got off his perch and landed next to Pharah, "oh Baron you did say to D. Va yesterday you made some phone calls to some of your family members?" he said to the Alkinson, "oh yes thanks for reminding me, erm you did put their details on the system right?" Baron asked, "yep D. Va did that yesterday" Pharah answered, "okay then can you pull them up for me please?" he ordered, "coming right up sir" Tracer responded cheerfully running over to a console, she typed on a keyboard and three profile's popped up on a screen, Baron, Pharah, Winston and 76 gathered around it, Baron saw the faces and started to explain their profiles.
"Simon II of Alkinson, he is a resident of north Australia, is with the Brisbane police force and is equipped with full riot gear, he also has a custom machine gun which he uses for riot control, although I think he's converted it from riot ammunition to live ammunition before he left, also has a prototype shield which has the ability to ricochet projectiles back, we over the phone agreed on the call sigh 'Brisbane' for him.
"Eliza I of Alkinson, also known as Elizaar Valksaard she is the head of the Boer branch of the family, she is a resident in the second republic of Transvaal and speaks Afrikaans and English as a second language, she is also a very good marksman and has her own tricky means of hunting down pray, her call sign is 'Pretoria'.
"Harry IV of Alkinson, oh boy where do I start with this one, is a resident of Canada and is a former JTF2 operative, a master of espionage and is a very tricky bastard, he has a system which allows him to cloak and has a covert pistol and knife, but trust me he can cut you jugular open in ten different ways before you hit the floor, he may be Canadian but he isn't polite, he's quite the asshole to the enemy and will play tricks on you time to time to keep you on your feet, the call sign he used back when he was with JTF2 was 'Vancouver' and I think he is still using that."
"wow, your family is made of a lot of talented individuals" Winston said after Baron finished, "yep and they are probably waiting at Paris Charles De Gaulle airport to be picked up by a chinook helicopter carrying our funding" he replied, Tracer seemed to freeze at his mention of France, "Baron you do know…" she began to say, "yes Tracer I know that blue skinned piker who tried to kill us a week ago comes from France, I told the French GIGN to guard and escort them at the airport, and they are also keeping their heads down so don't worry" Baron said cutting her off, Tracer just nodded, "oh when are they supposed to be arriving?" Pharah mentioned, Baron checked his old analogue watch on his right hand, it was 10:14 in the morning "they'll be here in about three to four hours" he replied, "okay then, mention to everyone to make sure the landing pad is clear and to be expecting new arrivals" 76 ordered, he walked towards one of the doors but almost tripped in the process on some messy wires, he grumbled underneath his mask, "and clean this shithole up!" he shouted as he walked out the room.
A couple of hours later and it was now just after noon at the watch point, the pearl blue sky was in the air and the sun was beating down on the exposed area of the facility, and sitting on some stairs near the landing pad was Ana Amari, laying in the sun, arms crossed and slightly snoring, she had been up most of the night despite the protest from her daughter, she was a night person and was always on her toes because of the Talon threat, but what she didn't hear while she was in her slumber was a couple of tiptoes coming towards her…
"ARE YOU READY TO PARTEYYYYY!"
The sudden noise immediately caused Ana to jump up with her good eye opened up as wide as it would go, her face was full of shock, her heart was racing as she heard some childish laughter, she snapper her head to her left and saw D. Va and Lúcio laughing their heads off at the old Egyptian's reaction, she saw in Lúcio's hand the sonic amplifier which had created the massive noise, "Kunt al'awghad qalilanaan ghabi!" Ana shouted at them in her native tongue, D. Va at this point was on the floor, rolling around with her arms wrapped around her stomach laughing her head off, "oh my that was just perfect!" she yelled through her laughs, "he he, I'm sorry miss Amari, but you seriously needed to wake up at some point, so we helped you with it" Lúcio managed to say through his childish giggling, "you really though shoving a speaker to my ear was helpful!" Ana yelled at them again, they both just sat there now silent and looking at her, "yes!" they both shouted and started laughing again, Ana let out an angry sign and walked away from them back to the inner complex, "you going off to cool down hothead?" Lúcio said to her back, Ana just flipped them off as she reached the door, the two youngsters continued to have some laughing fits until they finally calmed down, although they did not know; looking down from one of the windows in the complex was Pharah, she had seen what they did to her mother and really didn't know how to react, one side of her wanted to go down there and snap D. Va's neck, but in fairness her mother did deserve the wake-up call, she would have received even more hell if it was 76 in the place of the two youngsters and also she needed to stop staying up every night, she decided to let it go and checked the watch on her arm, it was 2:06 in the afternoon, the delivery Baron mentioned should be coming soon.
Sure enough a couple of minutes later in the control room Winston saw an object pop up the radar screen, Tracer also saw it and slid along the floor on a wheeled chair to the console to scan it, also sitting in the back of the room was the second Shimada, Genji and also Aleksandra 'Zarya', the hulking Russian who always seemed to be wearing her armour plating, "it seems to be that transport your British comrade was talking about" she said to Tracer with her strong Russian accent showing, "still need to scan, you can never be too careful", Tracer replied, after a few seconds some information popped up on the main screen:
Craft designation: Chinook HC Mk.8
Nation of Origin: United Kingdom – Royal Air Force – 255 Alkinson squadron
Life signatures detected: 5 - 4 male - 1 female
Cargo: 1.1 tons of heavy metal
"that's defiantly them" she said reading the letters, "okay me and Genji will gather some people up" Winston replied walking to the door, "right behind you" Genji said walking up to Winston and out of the room with him, Zarya continued to look at the readings, "wait the Englishman did say he was going to help us with funding?" she questioned, Tracer spun on the seat she was on and looked at her, "yeah, why do you ask?" she asked, "because the cargo, it say 1.1 tons of heavy metal" Zarya pointed out on the display, they both thought about it for a sec and their eyes opened wide as they realized what the 'heavy metal' was, Zarya broke the silence by cracking her knuckles, "I think I start warming up yes?" she suggested, Tracer just smiled cheerfully in response, "yeah and I'll let the other strong man know" she replied.
The beating sound of the helicopter blades started to fill the air near the landing the pad: Winston, Genji, 76, D. Va and Baron were waiting on the edge of the large flat area, the large twin bladed chinook came into view from behind the rock, it was now overhead the landing pad and slowly started to descend, the clothes and hair of some of the standing figures started to wave about and the sound was now deafening, coming from the massive gas turbines of the helicopter, the helicopter after some seconds of slowly descending finally touched the ground, the pilot through the glass throttled the engines down and the blades started to slow, the engines also started to slow, with the deafening whines from them slowly subsiding, the air finally calmed down as the blades were only rotating from their own inertia, Baron walked to the cockpit where the pilot was opening the door, "Lord Alkinson it's good to see you" he greeted the Baron, he seemed to have a Scottish accent in his voice, "yeah you two mate, I'm guessing my family and cargo have arrived safely?" Baron replied, "yes sir, my co-pilot is opening the rear door right now" the pilot explained, sure enough the rear door was fully open and the co-pilot emerged, but there was the sound of movement still inside the chopper, "god I'm never going to try sleeping on a bloody helicopter again" an deep Australian voice called out, its source stepped out from inside the helicopter, it was of course Brisbane, the Australian policeman, the Overwatch members saw him and he looked rather bulky, he seemed to be just as large as Zarya, he had black hair and brown eyes and a pretty well built, muscular body, covering it was a pair of green shorts and a black shirt, "Simon, it's been a while" Baron said to him, "aye George it's such a good day to see you in person" Brisbane replied, walking up to him and patting him on the shoulder, "how's me mate been?", "I've had better days Simon, but I think you know why since I've called you onto the other side of the world" Baron continued, "yeah the jet lag is killing me but before I reset myself I like to see all you knew pals" Brisbane finished, before the conversation continued their was the sound of something being dropped, "O vir die liefde van alles wat is heilig" the feminine voice called out as it had seemed to drop something, emerging from the same place Brisbane had was Pretoria, the young Transvaali huntswomen, she seemed to be a very cheerful character, she had light skin and had brown hair and light, lively blue eyes, she wore a black beret on her head and a brown leather jacket on her body, her left shoulder had the Transvaali flag stitched on and below it the words eendragt maakt magt (unity makes strength), the motto of Transvaal, she wore brown safari jeans and brown boots which had seen some wear, she saw Baron and immediately a smile went across her face, "George!" she shouted, dropping what she was carrying and barging past Brisbane, she wrapped her arms around his chest taking all the air out of him, "I can't believe you here! I wanted to meet you so bad!" she pleaded with glee, with a south African accent in her voice, "yeah Eliza it's good to meet you too but seriously…your…choking me" he struggled to get out, Pretoria thankfully let go and Baron caught his breath, he looked at her and she still had a large smile on her face, "well, I've seen you have grown up well" Baron said to her, "yes George, the last time I saw you was when you were eighteen and I was seven" she replied still cheerful, D. Va while watching them did the math in her head, since they was eleven years apart and Baron was thirty-four, that meant Pretoria was only twenty-three, hell she was only four years older than her, but back at the Alkinson's Baron realized someone was missing, "hey where's…" he began to say but was suddenly cut off by someone wrapping their arm around his neck in a chokehold, "got you again George! your too slow, I could've killed you in eleven different ways!" the Canadian voice called out, then letting him go, Baron spun around to see it was (of course) Vancouver who had him in the hold, he was a person who had gone through a lot back in his life in Canada, he had brown eyes and black hair, similar to Brisbane, but in terms of clothes he was in his standard JTF2 uniform, a black windcheater jacket with the JTF2 logo on his right shoulder, it was made of leather which kept it ridged on his body, a black ski cap which covered most of his head, some black leather jeans and some black hiking boots, he would've been completely invisible if it wasn't for some blotches of dark gray on his clothes which were in a camouflaged pattern, what was also unusual was that he had some shoulder straps on both his arms, this was holding a device on his back which had two small tubes on either side of a device which were glowing a whitish-red color, the device wasn't that big, it still fit against the profile of his back and probably still gave him the ability to sit down or lean against the wall, this was probably the device which helped Vancouver on his espionage as Baron mentioned prior.
"Seriously Harry, how many times have I said, knock that crap off!" Baron said irritated, Vancouver just chuckled as he crossed his arms, "I see you still have your strict attitude, can you see I'm just trying to keep you on your toes?" he explained, "yes and its getting bloody annoying" Baron hissed, "okay you two, before you kill yourselves where are we staying?" Brisbane interrupted, trying to defuse the situation between the Brit and the (annoying) Canadian, Genji walked forward, "yes that is a good idea, if you don't mind me, I'll show you the way" he asked politely, "who's he?" Vancouver said bluntly, still with his arms crossed, Genji just stood there, "that is Genji Shimada and you may want to listen to him Vancouver" Baron explained, "well Genji nice to meet you, now can you show us the way please", the cheerful Pretoria said holding her luggage, "sure, right this way you three" Genji responded, him and the three Alkinson's walked past the other group of Overwatch members, "ill be calling you three after you have settled in so you can be introduced" 76 said to them, "not to rush you lads and lasses but we need to be out of here in thirty minutes, so can you help us with this cargo?" the chinook pilot explained, "sure mate but where is our muscle?" Baron questioned, turning to 76.
Just as he said that there was the sound of big footsteps as someone came towards them, "who needed something lifting?" the great Germanic voice of Reinhardt boomed out over them, Zarya and Tracer following right behind him, "whoa okay I didn't expect you to be here, but any form of muscle is welcomed" Baron responded to the great German knight, they walked into the back of the chinook and saw a large wooden box, it took up most of the area between the rear seats and the cockpit, "so what's in here Baron?" D. Va questioned him, Baron picked up a crowbar off to the side of the box and jammed the teeth into the nailed lid, "oh something very special" he replied as he levered the crowbar a bit, after some sounds of the wood creaking the top finally came off, the jaws of all the Overwatch agents dropped as they saw the contents, gold bars, all glistening a bright yellow from some sunlight which was falling on them through a window, "whoa, so I'm guessing this is our funding?" 76 said with the golden light glistening in his red visor, "yep and you guys need to start hauling" Baron replied picking one of the bars up, everyone looked at each other and proceeded to do the same, "be careful though, each one weights twelve kilograms, if you drop one on your foot, you'll know about it" Baron warned as he carried his into the complex, Tracer and D. Va were too weak and could only carry one bar at a time, 76 was able to carry two, Zarya and Winston three at a time, and Reinhardt amazingly had eight in his arms.
The bars had been gathered up in one of the secured storage rooms and were neatly piled up into an ordered pallet, Baron was standing in front of it with Pharah next to him, he was pointing his finger to every individual bar counting them up, "ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine…wait where's the last bar?" he said confused, he looked at Pharah who just shrugged her shoulders, "one-hundred!" the loud voice of Tracer called out as she came into the room holding the last bar in her hands, she placed it in the last gap on the pallet, "okay that's one-hundred gold bars" Baron concluded, "so how much is this worth Baron?" Tracer questioned, "well theirs 1.1 tons of gold here which is equal to 1100 kilograms, there is 28 grams in an ounce so 1100 kilos is equal to 38800 ounces, gold right now is around £2840 per ounce so this entire pallet is worth…" he took some time to do the calculation in his head, "around £110 million in this pallet, or around $160 million", Pharah seemed to choke on her own breath as Baron seemed to remember all the maths off the top of his head, "bloody hell how did you know all of that?" Tracer asked him also with a shocked look on her face, "simple, you know what it is for one bar, then times it by a hundred" he replied, "okay smartass" Tracer smirked, Baron also cracked a smile, "okay well let's get back to the control room so we can see your family" Pharah suggested, both the Brits nodded and they walked out the storage, Pharah turned and punched a few numbers on a keypad, the door which resembled a sliding bank vault door slid down and locked itself in place, "now, I think it's time that Overwatch got itself out there again, what do you guys think?", Tracer questioned to the other figures, "yep, those bars will keep us going for a while, now where's the place 76 wanted us?" Baron said, "right this way" Pharah showed, walking the way, the other two followed her up the stairs to the rest of the complex.
Translations
Kunt al'awghad qalilanaan ghabi! = You stupid little bastards! (Arabic)
O vir die liefde van alles wat is heilig = Oh for the love of all that's holy (Afrikaans)
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