Chapter 2

(Dante's pov)

As I went to my house to get into uniform and my possible client sends me a message to meet him at Little Italy(Yeah for reason they brought back Little Italy in New York City.) So that I can meet him (or her) there for the description of my job.

"Sheesh. I look like Jesus from the walking dead. Only thing missing is the beard." I mumbled as I looked at the mirror.

Yeah...not the best choice of clothing I picked. Trench coat, leather boots, long pants, beanie hat, fingerless gloves and red shirt underneath the trench coat. I removed my beanie hat and removed my trench coat as I walked to my closet. I take my leather casual black hooded jacket and my gas mask from the closet as I closed the closet door once I put my jacket and gas mask on the bed. Wondering why the gas mask? To conceal my identity from infamous orginzations like Talon. Now concealing my face with black tinted eye pieces from the gas mask isn't the only thing the mask can do. I installed a voice changer in the mask to conceal my actual with a deep intimidating voice that you see in certain spy movies sometimes and it really intimidates my clients to let them know that I am not to be messed with. In fact, mercenaries in New York City have been using this kind of tactic to really scare clients that if the mercenary are double crossed, the client will be sleeping with fishes. Trust me...double crossing a mercenary in New York City is a bad no no cause you have no idea what kind of messed up history the mercenary has or how dangerous that mercenary is.

Anyway, I got my jacket and gas mask on and went to Little Italy to meet my client but as I got there...I found a suspicious envelope on a bench near the fountain and in it contains an communication earpiece. Oh boy...it's one of those clients. The kind of clients that refuse to show their identity but are watching you from a distance as they give you instructions. As I put it in my right ear, I hear a guy talking through the earpiece as it turned on.

"Evening, Phantom. Glad I got to talk to you. Now...to business. Talon has been running a muck in the city that they plan to take control all of New York City. Which is why I have a plan that will throw them out of the for good. My spies report of a weapon in the facility under development and plan to use it to make New York City possibly crumble if we don't cooperate with Talon. Thankfully...it isn't complete. They are gas tanks that makes a good tool in destroying not only a weapon but the whole base. My spy has stashed a disguise in a truck that will allow you to disguise yourself as one of the engineers. But that's optional but be sure you destroy that weapon. We have paid you in advance to get you started. You'll have the rest of your payment when the job is done."

End of the message. It's Snake Eater all over again..

(A/N: Introducing victor157)

(Cole's pov)

/3 hours later/

/New York City/

My name is Cole Myers. I'm a 19 year old player who got warped in the Overwatch universe and was later recruited by Jack(Yes I know his real first name is John) Morrison. How I got recruited? Well this story is complete madness of what I'm about to tell you that the game decided to add. he lived in an orphanage that suffered an attack by Junkrat and Roadhog who decided to make a firework show with the building. But thankfully no kids were injured but one girl remained inside. So throwing caution to the wind, I charged in and managed to get the girl out of the building before it exploded but I didn't make it out in time. As a result...I lost both my legs and my right arm and my bravery though caught the attention of some Overwatch agents who helped him recover his lost limbs with Winston's scientific expertise and Mercy's medical knowledge, they managed to make robotic limbs for me. Neat huh? as a way to repay their kindness, I wanted to join the Overwatch so I could not only repay my debt but to look for other players who might have been warped into the game with me before they go to the hands of Talon. Quite the story, eh?

Anyway, today I was in New York City to find a guy named The wandering phantom and recruit him to Overwatch and I hope he does cause Jack was the one who destroyed the orginzation that held the Phantom in the first place. So I waited more with at the plaza when...

*BOOM!*

A huge explosion blew up the entire base of Talon as people were...cheering? Guess someone got Talon on the run this time.

"That has to be the phantom's doing." said.

"Has to be. I'm getting a signal of him heading to our location. Let's go meet him in person."

(Dante's pov)

/30 minutes earlier/

I managed to find the room where they were storing the weapon my client was talking about through the vents and I swear to god...it looks somewhat of a resemblance to Metal gear Rex. Thankfully...as my client told me, it wasn't complete. So this was the perfect opportunity to destroy it.

"Go, my children...send this place to the fiery depths of hell." I whispered.

Wondering what I was doing? Sending stealth spider bombs out of my jacket as they attached themselves to fuel tanks near the weapon. Now these spider bombs are my babies. These bombs can stay hidden away from enemy radar and sure they maybe small but they pack a punch if near any flammable objects.

I managed to get out of the base undetected but of course...it was not THAT simple. No...Widowmaker knew I would come and points her rifle directly at my head.

"So the infamous phantom decides to make his appearance." She smirks.

"...And the cold-hearted assassin decides to try to what? Put a bullet in my brain?" I scoffed.

"I would've but I'm under orders in taking you in. My boss wants to have a word with you."

"You might have to rethink that..."

Before she could ask, the base of Talon was blown to bits as I hit Widowmaker out with quick punches and kicks(Phantom pain style) and knocked her out with a final punch to her face.

"Cause I don't work with terrorists like Talon." I finished as I vanished into the shadows.

I continued walking to the plaza as I get a message from my client that he sent $900 in my account and that he's hoping to do business again. I hope so cause I have around 1k in my account.

"Phantom, correct?" I heard a male voice.

I look ahead of me and I see a guy with robotic limbs and approaching me as I just sighed.

"Overwatch..." I narrowed my eyes.

"So you know...our boss wants to recruit you to join our cause."

"I'm just a mercenary. I have no interest in-"

"Yes we know but you can't be neutral all the times. Sooner or later you have to pick a side." The man said with seriousness.

"...Fine. I'll go with you but let me tell you right now...if this is a setup, I'll kill you both." I said with no emotion.

"It won't be."

Better not...cause I grow tired of liars...

(A/N:

Wow guys. I just started this story and already this story is booming with followers. Thanks for the support! Your support inspires me to more chapters for this story and hope to please you readers the chapters :) )