Watchpoint: Gibraltar

Winston

"Another sleepless night, Winston?"

The gorilla snapped awake from his daydream. The room was dark and quiet, with only the holographic news broadcast emitting any sort of light. Winston was on the tire, a jar of peanut butter in his left hand and the remnants of his broken glasses in the other.

He let out a sigh, dropping the pieces of glass on the table in front of him. The jetpack extension of his suit was sprawled all over the floor. After a worn-out battle with Reaper and Widowmaker earlier that day, he came home dying to get some sleep. Yet, he sat in front of the news broadcast and started thinking, a process he usually did when frustrated or distraught.

"Athena, do you know the feeling of something valauble to you, yet lost in a fraction of a second?"

"I am a program, Winston. I do not feel."

"Oh. Of course," Winston chuckled at his own nonsensical statement. Fatigue must have gotten the better of him. His gaze drifted towards the ceiling. He was recollecting memory fragments of two days earlier. He remembered saying an unusual phrase during the fight with Reaper, right in the laboratory. What had he said that was so intriguing?

"I'm not a monkey. I'm a scientist."

In a flash, memories of his childhood flashed in his mind. Before he could stop it, he relived those moments in his own mind. The joy of flying, the excitement of seeking, the grief of loss. He remembered what he felt when he first saw the uprising of the gorillas.

"Winston, join us. The humans have paved a hell's worth of surprises for our future. We do not belong here, and neither do they. It is time to start an uprising. Are you with me?"

"If I may ask, Winston, where were you during the uprising?"

Winston shot his head towards the hologram, frowning. Athena was indeed powerful, but he had not imagined it would stretch to reading brain waves. His heart pounded heavily, wondering what in the world she heard him thinking throughout the nights –

"Do not fear, Winston. I have only started doing this now."

Winston sat back. His fingers fidgeted on his lap as he tried to remember those days. "I was hiding. I dare not join them. I was only a teen monkey. The army were mostly adult gorillas. They eradicated every human on that spaceship. I got out using a small makeshift rocket that my caretaker taught me how to build. No man made it out alive." His gaze zoomed in on the fragments of glass on his table. He let out a heavy sigh.

Grabbing a roll of tape and a tube of super glue at the side of the table, he began fixing the glasses that once belonged to his beloved Dr. Harold Winston.

Route 66

McCree

In the twisting roads of Route 66 lies a deserted town. Jesse trudged on the burning sand, heading towards his beloved hometown. The residents had long departed, leaving behind their riches. That made the town liable to thieves raiding the area of gold and silver.

However, McCree was not one to steal. This was the first time in years he had visited his hometown again and he hoped to repay his debts he owed his parents. He never knew what happened to them nor where they were.

He had no siblings that he knew of. His parents were not very well off in terms of finance, yet they gave the best for him. Jesse refused any of these riches laid upon him. Although he showed hatred and frustration through these gestures, deep inside he had a greater meaning. He found no reason in his parents giving something which he never deserved. He knew of his mistakes that he continuously did. One of which was the Deadlock Gang.

In the town, there were a group of teenagers armed with deadly weapons who engaged in foreign weaponry trades. This allowed McCree to obtain great profit through an illegal occupation. After he left to join Overwatch, however, the gang continued to thrive. Stronger weapons came every month. Large bags of cash poured down their hidden bases. Then came the Omnic crisis.

The war spread throughout America, even through Route 66. Evacuation started when machines started to reach the road area. By then, McCree was in his base at Santa Fe. When word reached him, he raced back to Route 66 as soon as possible to join the war. By the time he reached the town, the war was over.

Suddenly, he snapped out of flashback and into reality. He stopped dead in his tracks. Hearing movement ahead of him, he bolted behind a wooden crate.

"That's all, mate. We basically destroyed everything to obtain these. There's nothing left."

"Alright. Pack the guns last and we'll go."

He peeked over the crate and saw the two burly men with recognisable tattoos. A skull with a keyhole as a nose was visible on the right arms of both men. Those were probably the newer members of the Deadlock Gang. They were raiding the houses, scanning every nitty-gritty.

He held on to the trigger of his Peacekeeper. Grabbing a flashbang with his left hand and throwing it near the men, he rolled towards them. A loud bang erupted through the air, and he knew that was his cue. Running towards the stunned thieves, he boosted himself into the air before swerving his body to the left. He aligned his aim very carefully and pulled the trigger. Within one shot, both men dropped to their knees, blood spurting from their foreheads.

McCree landed on the side of his body, unscathed. He stood up and inserted the Peacekeeper into his gun holster. The truck in front of him had its engine running. Large crates and sacks were piled on top of each other in the back of the truck. He carefully made his way around the corpses before climbing up to one of the crates. He carefully lifted the lid and looked inside.

Golden jewellery glinted in his eyes. His past self begged him to take away the gold. Yet, most of him stood true to his promise. However, what struck him the most was the top-most necklace. He could have sworn he had seen that necklace before. Then he realised that the necklace was the jade necklace that his father bought for his mother.

"Drop the stash, put your hands up, and face me."

Silently, he allowed the gold to slip from his fingertips and back into the crate. He slowly dragged his arms up and turned around. There were about 8 men carrying revolvers, all of which were pointed at him. At that moment, he should have been feeling fear. Fear of getting killed, fear of losing the memories of his family. Yet, what filled his heart was hatred, hatred and more burning hatred. Fire glared from his eyes as he stared at the men.

"It's high noon."

Krasnoyarsk Front, Russia

Zarya

"Mama, don't leave us!"

Her fists, as heavy as weights, pounded continuously. Her skin was already drenched with aching sweat as she kept punching.

"It's alright, lapochka, I'll be back home soon."

"It's scary outside! Don't go!"

She breathed heavily, enduring the pain of her knuckles as she punched the punching bag again and again, not paying any heed to the man at the door. She calmed herself down, dropping her fists, leaning her forehead and arm on the wall.

"You're outdoing yourself, Aleksandra."

She smirked. "You can never outdo war, ser. Especially with those Omnics running around."

The man took a step closer. That was when Zarya finally realised that he was in her home for no apparent reason. She turned around and backfaced the wall. "No, don't worry. I am not here to kill you," Zarya just noticed the rich German accent in his tone. He wore a dark trench coat and a fedora masked his face and a lit cigar.

"What is your business here?"

"I got a message sent to you by a fellow colleague of yours, Reinhardt." He brought out his arm, holding a sealed envelope in his hand.

She slowly stepped closer to him, before taking the envelope and retreating back to the wall. Her gaze did not even leave his face; confusion written all over it. "How do you know my name?"

The man had already turned to leave. Upon hearing the query, he stopped and chuckled. "Oh, thank your mother for that," he said, before walking out.

Zarya leapt over to the doorway, poking her head out of the door. In the dark and silent streets of where she stayed, she saw no one there.

Closing the door, she dived onto her bed before carefully tearing open the envelope. She found it rather unusual to receive a letter from Reinhardt. Why did he not just send it to her online? And what did that stranger mean, "thank your mother for that" ? Either way, she had to read the letter. Taking a rather deep breath, she finally started the letter.

CLIFFHANGER!

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