AN: Hey, thanks for waiting-this part is a bit more filler, trying to describe 2Fort is rather difficult with it's offices behind windows and random small corridors with angled windows. Lot of windows.

Also FF formatting is hell, trying to figure it out but it's going slow.

Anyway-Thanks for reading :)

Colour passed him in a whirl as he flew through nothing everything, space and time warped around him, unable to reach him on his current path.

He had used the standard teleporter plenty of times, gone from one side of the battlefield to the other, one country to another-the journey was simple and without residual side effects. It was clear no matter how crude Vishkar were, they were damn good at making every product pleasing to use. The current journey however was a little longer then most, also he had entered the teleporter at an angle and was currently stuck in that angle while he passed through. However as soon as he thought over his displeasure of being held face down going through the teleporter, the journey was over.

For a second he was weightless.

Then he realised he was falling.

Managing to look up, he saw shiny linoleum approaching him quickly, regaining movement of his limbs, he threw himself into a roll-moving smoothly over the plastic before uprighting with little vertigo.

Rapidly looking round as combats instincts kicked in, he realised he was in a thin corridor that ended with a flat wall a few metres in front of him. On his left was a line of old style monitoring equipment complete with massive dials and small jutting CRT screens, each displaying heavily pixelated information. The machines ran past him to the other end of the corridor a good dozen metres away. To his right were large angled reinforced glass windows running from the end closest him, continuing a few metres past him then giving way to solid wall until a handrail poked out, indicating a staircase.

Remembering the glass, he looked through the massive pains and saw a…office of some kind, it looked more like a lair, a very blue themed lair….

Seeing no cameras pointing directly at him, and no one about, he turned and moved to the staircase. Looking down, there was a small patch of floor at the end, then a door, no one here.

Moving back to the walled area, he stared up at the ceiling, seeing only lamps that glowed a cold blue. One however appeared ever so slightly off colour, it seemed to ripple. Just like the entrance of a certain transportation device.

'Oh very clever you infiltrate worlds and make sure there is a way back to them, in case there is something your precious Vishkar wants'

Hissing under his breath he slammed his claw on the bracelets communicator while continuing to look around.

"Symmetra you curry munching hoe, I'll skin you alive when i return!" He hissed into what he hoped was the microphone.

"Why? You didn't even ask where you were going? Not my fault, I merely said it was a world i was familiar with-always be prepared~"

Ok, fair enough he may have agreed to go forward to a world he knew nothing about-In fact that was a pretty big whoopsie on his part.

"Well you kicked me you young punk!" He spat back as he continued to glance around realising that most available wall space in the area was also blue. Jesus someone had a liking for the colour.

"I'm 28 Mr Lindholm, and I thought you might die of old age before you stepped in, so i took the initiative, is that really so bad?"

He mulled over a response, but she quickly started talking again.

"Now, if you will let me, I shall share some information about your location"

Giving a tired sigh he gave a muttered "go on"

"First off-It's the 60's here-1968-time started later in this dimension, however the technology in comparable to the 2050's of our own dimension-with technological advances heavily fuelled by a mysterious element called Australium-yes I'm serious, they actually added 'um' onto the end of Australia for a miracle substance and called it a day."

Torbjorn blinked, slightly interested.

"You are within the BLU (Spelt in capital without the e) part of 2 buildings on this land. Currently the two buildings are owned by separate men, brothers i believe who want the land for themselves, as such both have designed the exterior of the individual buildings to mimic the aesthetic of a company they each own. However looking into the companies they have very little actual substance, and are just facades for the true purpose, which you are currently in.

Mr Lindholm you are in the Side area for the room that holds Blu's intelligence. This intelligence is actually a briefcase full of corporate secrets, the full ends of which we have not fully gleamed but the gist is, the two owners are locked in a war that spans back decades."

"A war?! Political or…"

"Physical to agree to political causes. As I was saying, both owners, starting over a century ago-hired a set of 9 mercenaries with 9 distinct fighting roles. The men were uniformed in either Blu's colours-which stands for Builders League United, or RED's colours-simply capitalise the word red to get Reliable Excavation Demolition. There are bases like these across the world, some holding intelligence, some holding destructive weaponry, and some where the land is the most valuable asset. Either way the mercs of both teams will fight for it. The war began when a wealthy Englishman name Zepha…"

With Symmetra blabbering on about tracks on land, The Engineer slowly moved back towards the windows and peeked into the 'what was definitely a secret base' room.

A large BLU logo was painted onto the floor, in case anyone happened to miss the colour scheme or any of the other million logos thrown around, to the right was a large square archway leading to another room. Along the wall leading in was a large glass window showing a meeting room with a large oval desk and seven or so seats surrounding it, by the window showing the oval desk there was a second level in the left of his view, about half a foot higher where a desk sat. The desk was square with park jutting off to connect to a wall, a high backed leather chair sat empty behind it.

And true to the Indian women's words-on the desk was a briefcase.

A 'BLU briefcase'

A sense of dread filled him as Symmetra reached the end of her story.

"…And so the mercs don't seem to know who controls the battles, and there might be a third brother in the mix, rather interesting, too bad the mercs are too stupid to understand the nuances within this job that make it so important-there is a goldmine of secrets just waiting to be-"

The deafening ring of a alarm bell had Torbjorn reaching for his gun as a raspy female voice suddenly blared out of a p.a. System.

"INTRUDER ALERT-RED SCOUT-IN THE BASE"

The voice echoed everywhere, only the sheer loudness of the message allowed the Engineer to properly hear it over the ringing of the alarm.

Symmetra hummed thoughtfully.

"Perhaps I should have invited Lucio, the awful equalisation of the sound system would drive him mad." She spoke airily, apparently unperturbed by the blaring alarms or that someone could attack him.

"Symmetra-What do I do!?" The dwarf half whispered half yelled at the bracelet.

The female laughed.

"I would say 'protect the briefcase' but it's the wrong one-oh! That's an idea…"

Torbjorn stopped in the midst of his not-quite-panic. Vishkar would not grant themselves a way back without keeping an eye on the place in between…

"Are…are you watching the cameras!?"

"…Perhaps…Well, our ones, we managed to bug most of the rooms-Got them past the entire team-Oh come on! It's not even gross when they die-it's actually funny, they actually EXPLODE when they get hit with rockets-it's HILARIOUS and you know how i am about people dying-"

It was true, Symmetra preferred maiming or just knocking people out if she could in her missions, she didn't like full out murder, so the statement coming from her would have her going straight for a mental exam if not tr-wait-ROCKETS?

"They have rockets!?" Torbjorn yelled, rather alarmed.

"Yeh, but it's one guy-well two of the same guy-Look do you have a turret on you?"

Hardly able to follow the conversation, The Engineer spluttered out a positive.

"They are foldable-I always have one on me-Why!?"

He could practically hear Symmetra smirk. When she next spoke, her excitement had died down to a professional but cruel glee.

"Mr Lindholm heat up that forge and get some armour ready!-we are going to steal the BLU intelligence."

3rd chapter coming soon.