Demoman

Demoman was in dire need of a drink. All this time traveling nonsense had made him all dizzy, and he needed some alcohol to balance it out. There had always been weird things in his life, like when they were forced to battle against a horde of skeletal minions spawned by Merasmus, or when they got kidnapped by aliens and had to blow up the entire space fleet to return to earth, not to mention the most recent incident where they had to defend Mann co from Gray Mann's robot army. Good times, but stressful times. But time travel was something he had never experienced before and he hoped that he wasn't going to need to experience it sober again.

He, Scout and Spy had together decided to hit the bar, for different reasons. Spy was convinced that they had to gain info about the city so they could blend in better, and what other place was better to pick up gossip than the local beer joint? Spy had helped Demoman and Scout go undercover with new outfits, although the clothes he chose for them still felt a bit old-fashioned.

"No offense, Spy, but are you really the right man for this job?" Scout had asked him when they were in the boutique.

"I'll have you know that I'm a master at disguise. I know all about blending in, and It's really necessary with how you two are dressed right now" Spy ogled at Demo and Scout.

"Stop Scout, let the self proclaimed fashionista do his thing." Demo teased.

"You're talking about the guy who walks around in a ski mask all day long!" answered Scout, taunting Spy. "Master at disguise my ass, you just want to cover that ridiculous mop of yours!."

Both Demoman and Scout fell over with laughter. Ever since Spy removed his mask they have been making fun of his hair. Spy's hair was in no way unkempt or messy, but the fact that he had a big part of his hair turn grey made the two men lose it. Demoman and Scout were still in their young years by far, if you compared to Spy.

"Let's call Miss Pauling right now" Scout continued while laughing "Gray Mann is actually still alive! He have been hiding under Spy's mask!" Demoman was dying of laughter but Spy wasn't as entertained. His entire face were red, embarrassed and angry.

"Well, at least I don't walk around the battlefield in a dress!" He snapped at Demoman.

"It's called a kilt!" Demoman responded.

His first impression of the bar were that it seemed very small and old fashioned for being in 2075. It was like stepping back into 1973 again, which appeased him. It felt homely.

There were a lot of people in the bar, and Demo noted that some of them seemed a little bit less human than the others. Some were sitting and talking quietly by the bar and some were sitting playing blackjack. Smooth jazz was playing in the background and people were laughing loudly. Just the environment he preferred.

Scout was fast to sit down at one of the blackjack tables and joined the card game. Demo knew that Scout was confident about his fast hand movements and often used them to cheat and scam people in these sort of games, and he was always eager to find some new fools to scam. Spy headed over to the other side of the bar to eavesdrop on the passing conversations in hope to find some useful information.

Demo just sat down at the first best barstool he found and made himself comfortable. He tapped twice on the bartable to get the bartender's attention. The bartender was a buff and very tall man, maybe even over 190 cm tall. He was bald and had a fierce look, he looked more like a bouncer than a bartender.

"I'll have some royal brackla please" Demo told him and handed over a twenty dollar

bill. "Keep the change and make it fast"

"Excuse me?" The bartender asked laughing "Mind repeating that?"

"Some royal brackla?" Demo asked again now a little irritated, he noticed how several other people were laughing behind his back. "If ye don't have any Brackla, then I'm fine with some Brechin or Glenury." Demoman tried for the third time.

"If you're going to order anything, order something a good bartender know about, not

something cheap you drink in the hole where you crawled out of."

"So no whiskey then" muttered Demo for himself. "What about some Genesee beer?"

"Hey, if you're feeling nostalgic, why don't check out the museum?" the bartender chuckled.

The people in the bar couldn't hold it in anymore, they lost it and cried of laughter, the sight of a man muttering brands from 100 years ago had become their weekends top. Demoman blushed when he realised he had made a complete fool out of himself. He saw spy watching him from a dark corner, he had promised him not to stand out, and now all eyes in the bar were aimed at him. Just about when he were about to stand up and leave he heard a female's voice to his right.

"Two glasses of Overscotch, for me and this gentleman"

Demo turned around and saw a woman sit two stools away from him. The woman had black hair that reached down to her shoulders. She was wearing a black sweater and a pair of light blue jeans. She had dark intense eyes and beneath her right eye were a symbol of a tail or a hook. Demo couldn't decide this was part of her makeup or even a tattoo.

The laughter died out and people around the bar began minding their own business again, realising that Demoman's blunders were over. There was no question that she was one of the people who laughed at him, but she did save him and he had never said no to a free drink, so he sat down again.

"Stupid name right?" She turned the glass in her hand "It's funny how people still order these even if they have lost all respect for Overwatch itself." Finally looking up and looking at Demoman "You're not from here, are you?" The woman asked with a concerned smile.

"Not even close." Demoman responded feeling a little grateful.

"So? What's your name punk? That is the least you owe me." The woman demanded.

"The names Tavish" Demoman said without thinking. Shit! He was supposed to hide his identity, he could feel a glare from Spy "And you?"

"I'm Farehaa Amari, but my friends calls me Pharah" Pharah smiled. "Say Tavish, what's your business in Numbani?"

"I'm a goldminer" Demoman lied. If you thought about it, it wasn't such a good lie. He was actually searching for gold. Australium gold.

"Oh, I didn't know that still was something people work with, I thought automaton omnics had covered the branch completely?" Pharah said while taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, business is hard nowadays, it's hard to compete against companies that endorse workers without payment, heh" Demoman chuckled. It was hard to lie, but since goldmining was one of the covers that RED used to cover up their mercenary conflicts, so it wasn't completely untrue.

"Tell me" Pharah stalled "What's up with the eyepatch? I first thought that you were a pirate or something, but since you obviously work with mining I excluded that idea. Have you been to a masquerade or something?"

Demoman was so surprised that she was the one who changed topic so he didn't need to, so he just sat and stared at her for a moment.

"Oh, touchy subject? Sorry I didn't realise, I..I shouldn't have aske-"

"What? No no, it's fine! It's just that my left eye got haunted by a spirited tome that I got from a crazy magician." Demoman responded without thinking. Once he got some alcohol in him, he had a hard time to stay dishonest. "I've had this so long that I can't remember the feeling of having two eyes."

"Oh. Okay…" Pharah seemed to get weirded out "You're an interesting guy Tavish" She said jokingly.

"Yup, get that a lot" Demoman said and took a sip of his drink. He thought back to the days when people would call him 'Cyclops' and 'one eyed freak' without considering that messing with an explosion expert would be a bad idea. Demoman hoped that this girl wouldn't end up like one of them.

"What about you?" He continued . "You have this weird hook thing under yer eye, what does that symbolise?" Demoman asked, trying to change the subject again.

"Oh this?" She poked on the tattoo on her cheek " it's not something I usually tell people i meet in a bar" She said and looked down. "But since you have been so honest and sharative, I guess I could tell you. It's not as exciting as your story though, so don't get too excited." She said and laughed.

"Well all stories are made to be told, aren't they?" Demoman said carefully.

"This tattoo is identical to my mother's tattoo. She always told me stories about the symbols origin, that it symbolises protection and good health, and since she disappeared I only have this mark to remember her by. I know it might sound silly, but it feels like she is watching over me and protecting me through this mark. It makes me feel safe. She always told stories like that when she came home from work, I guess i kinda miss that" Pharah spaced out, just staring into her empty glass. Demoman noticed she looked genuinely sad and felt bad about himself.

"If you like, I have a few stories myself. Have you ever heard about someone trying to catch the loch-ness monster, only with explosives and a broken net?"

"I thought loch ness was a myth" Pharah responded raising an eyebrow.

"Well, it wasn't less of a myth after I was done with it."

Pharah laughed and Demoman realised he successfully cheered her up again, so he continued telling her about all the bizarre stories his life was filled with. Most people would laugh at him for telling them, but he felt that she was laughing with him.

Heavy

Heavy, Medic and Engineer all went to a giant library that was located in the city park. They figured that educating themselves a bit would be a good idea before going out in the new world.

"It's quiet" Heavy claimed, constantly looking over his shoulders.

"It's a library, of course it's quiet dumpfkopf" Medic responded. He was high up on a ladder searching for a book called 'Our species: Medical development past the 21st century'

"I mean too quiet..." Heavy persisted. He could feel it. Someone was definitely watching them.

"I think you should rest pal." Engineer said. He was leaning on the wall, reading a book covering the first Omnic crisis. "I propose we go over to the bar later to grab a beer, feels like you could need one, what do ya say?"

Heavy didn't understand how these two could be so calm about the situation. He couldn't help but feel wary. They weren't supposed to be here, and by that he didn't mean the library, he meant the time. It felt like the whole town were his enemy, like their whole existence was a crime.

"Hey Heavy pal, you might wanna see this." Engineer called him over. He had opened a section called 'The second Omnic crisis'.

"Seems like siberia is in quite a pickle, feel like going to fight for ya country?"

"I have no connections in Russia except for family, and they aren't here." Heavy reminded him.

"Don't say that. What if Soldier and Zhanna has grandchildren?" Engineer theorized. "They could still be alive in that case."

Heavy didn't like that idea. He liked Soldier as a friend and teammate, but including him in his family and accept him as his brother in law felt weird, and he didn't know if he was ready for that yet. He decided to stop thinking about that and came back to reality.

"This place feels like utopia, but the rest of the world are chaos." Heavy reflected.

"Don't worry, we just have to find out where the australium is in 1973, find some australium ourselves and then go back to sweet old 1973, mission done" Engineer reassured him.

"Wait, what do you mean 'find australium'?" Medic suddenly asked. "We only need to find information about the australium, ja?"

"Well, there is a small detail that I maybe forgot to mention to you guys…" Engineer scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "...The time machine runs on australium."

Heavy looked at his friend with horrified eyes."Does that mean?" He managed to say.

"Yes." Engineer answered. "Unless we find some australium, we won't be able to return home."

Spy

"I don't intend to be impolite, but are you guys.. Dating?" Spy tried to ask casually.

He sat down face to face with your average couple, except that one of them looked like one of the robots that Gray Mann sent to take over Mann Co. He really hadn't come to term with the facts that robots walked among them, it made his skin creep. The futuristic aspect had been a bit unnerving, but the omnics had been the largest culture shock for him. He couldn't even imagine an omnic-human relationship, it made him shudder.

"We're actually engaged!" the omnic man announced proudly. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm actually a journalist. I'm currently writing a article about omnic-human relationships, you don't mind if I ask some questions?" Spy took out a small notebook from his back pocket.

"No, no! Not at all, go ahead, we'll gladly answer." his fiance said clinging to the omnics arm "Ask away!"

"Alright, how did you two first meet?" Spy put on a smile and leaned forward in his chair as to act interested.

"Oh yes, we actually first met in Paris, we were both on semester and met under the fireworks, oh it was just amazing-" The omnic man babbled on, really immersed in his own story.

Now to the real question, Spy thought and squinted his eyes at the metallic man. How do I kill you? Spy had an old habit of analysing his enemies before acting. Trying to find a weak spot and the easiest way to take away their lives. Very often, the answer was a swift chop in their back, but sometimes the circumstances was different. And now, the circumstances were really different. He touched his suit and felt his electro-sapper in his inside pocket. Will it work on you? Will your servos lock up and your wires burst? He thought back on the security bots when they first arrived. How powerful were an usual omnic in a one-on-one combat? He wanted to find out. He wanted to test it. He wanted to know the perfect formula in how to murder an omnic.

"-and it's all thank to Overwatch that we can live in this peaceful society."

Overwatch? This catched Spy's attention."What is your opinion on Overwatch, except from that?"

"Well it's too bad that they disbanded, but it seems it was inevitable." The omnic sighed.

"But they're getting together know right?" The woman chimed in "President Madalitso is trying find all its previous members to reform Overwatch!"

"...wait does that mean they're still...?" Spy tried to be vague, getting answers without really asking the question.

" A global peacekeeping force? Nah, it's in a much smaller scale right now, since it's privately owned. Heck, it's not even called Overwatch anymore."

This didn't seem good at all. If they bumped into these 'Overwatch agents' their plan could really be messed up.

"Right now their only duty is to protect the city, but one day they could be as big as they were in their golden age. I've heard that they recently started cooperating with other organisations such as NASA and Helix security international for example."

"Speaking of which, isn't that Pharah from Helix?" The woman pointed at the bar. "I thought I recognized her before, but I couldn't put my finger on who she was."

"Oh, yeah you're right! She is their representative but I bet that she will be joining in the near future. Her mother was one of Overwatch's top agents after all."

Spy turned around to see the person who they were talking about. The sight didn't please him at all.

At the bar area, Demoman sat together with this elite soldier known as "Pharah". They were talking in loud voices and laughing even louder, telling stories while over gesticulating with their hands.

"Merde!" Spy cursed quietly. This REALLY wasn't good.

"Thanks for the help, I think I'll go talk to this 'Pharah' right now." Spy said as he rose from his chair and began to walk over to the bar area."

"No worries man, it was our pleasure! Good luck with your article!" They shouted after him as he left.

Spy walked up to Demoman and knocked him on his shoulder to get his attention. A slightly drunk demoman looked up, with tears in his eyes from the laughing. "Yea?" he said.

"Excuse me Tavish, but there is something I must talk to you about. In private." Spy tried to sneak in a hint that it was time to leave.

"Your boss?" Pharah asked teasingly.

"Yes actually, I am. If you excuse us we need to leave. NOW"

Just after Spy said that, another voice rang out, much louder and with a rusty, robotic cling to it: "YOU CHEATING LITTLE MEAT BAG" and then a large crash that made the whole tavern go quiet. Everyone looked over at one of the blackjack tables. The one that Scout was sitting by.

The one screaming was a large omnic, with both the size and intimidation as a full grown grizzly bear. The omnic had the head in the shape of a chrome skull and he had empty dark eyes. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a red text that read 'VERRACO WARLOCKS', supposedly the name of his outlaw biker gang. The omnic seemed to have crushed the table in his rage, and all the other players lay on the ground shaking with fear, except Scout who stood his ground.

"THIS LITTLE HAIRLESS MONKEY CHEATED, I SAW HIM WITH MY SCAN" The omnic roared.

"Nu-uh" Scout responded "Just admit that I'm mister lucky today, and yourself? Not very much so." Scout smirked. "You can always sell that shiny head of yours. It looks valuable and it doesn't look like you're using it yourself."

This made the omnic just even more upset and he was close to make the jump on Scout.

"OI! No brawling inside the bar!" The bartender raised his voice. "If you're going to fight, do it outside." He pointed at the back door waiting for their response.

The omnic made a nodding motion toward the back door and started walk to it. "Let's set this outside, hermano."

"Oh, I'll show you outside aight. More exactly, I'll show your brain to the outside, won't that be fun, you tin can?" Scout followed the Omnic outside.

Why did he have to work with such incompetent fools Spy thought while massaging his temples. "Tavish, please get your sense together and meet me back there as fast as possible." Spy said as he turned his back and ran after Scout.

Sniper

Sniper scouted the area. Yep this was futuristic alright. He had seen all kinds of Australian architecture and technology, but it still didn't match up to this. Looking through a tourist telescope he overlooked the city. On the battlefield he was mostly looking through the scope of his sniper rifle, so he was used to look at the world from this perspective. The city was massive, no doubt about it. Finding australium here would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack, he thought.

He had heard some of Engineer, Medic and Heavy's conversation in the library, the bit about them needing actual australium for the time machine to work. Everyone in the team had an earpiece of their own which was connected to a channel so they all could communicate while in battle. When they arrived they all agreed to not use the channel as the risk of it being hijacked or intercepted was very high, but that didn't stop Sniper to eavesdrop on his team members every now and then.

"They're the sorriest excuse for soldiers I have ever seen!" Soldier exclaimed "We've battled robots before! If we hadn't retreated, I could have scrunched up those tin cans with my bare hands!"

"Mmmpf Hummh" Pyro said looking up at Soldier. Pyro was sitting down watching the last stripe of the sun disappear as it set in the horizon. Pyro loved watching sunsets, maybe it had something to do with his massive obsession for fire, or maybe they just loved the way the sky got filled with a variety of warm colours/ a shade of pink orange and red.

"Our weapons weren't effective enough?" Soldier answered to Pyro's mumblings "That shouldn't matter! A man's real weapon is in his heart!" Soldier clenched his fist and held it against his chest.

"Huddah huuh..." Pyro muttered and continued to stare at the sunset.

Sniper never understood how Soldier could comprehend what Pyro said. Maybe he just interpreters Pyro's mumbling as his own schizophrenic answers to his own question. That would mean that Soldier basically talked to himself, a thought that made him a little sad. Sniper still respected Soldier. He was a great moral leader and was great at war strategy. Soldier was the only one of the mercs that had been to an actual war, Which made Sniper wonder if the schizophrenia could have been caused by the war. More sad thoughts. He decided to stop thinking about it and went back to spy through the telescope.

Another thing that Sniper picked up from the conversation Heavy and Engineer had was that they weren't doing their job. Spy had given them one job, but instead of following order they went of to satisfy their thirst of knowledge. Amateurs, Sniper thought, and they would call themselves assassins. That wasn't completely true. Sniper was the only one who could be classed as an assassin. He had traveled the entire world carrying out jobs, killing people for money before joining the team. There was a large amount of people that feared the name Mundy.

However, since his friends weren't doing their job, he took it up himself. He followed all the large highways for a sign of the time machine. If they transported it from the plaza they had to pass here. As if ordered on a golden plate, a truck carrying the salvaged time machine drove up on a highway near them. It was accompanied by police cars that escorted it, but it wasn't something he couldn't handle.

"There's our call mate" Sniper said and turned to the other two just to see Pyro sitting alone.

"Oh where did that lunatic go?!" Sniper sighed. Pyro simply shrugged at the question.

"Ok nevermind" Sniper said and picked up his sniper rifle. "Come on Pyro, we can do this on our own"

Pharah

Pharah was having a really good time. It was really long ago she met someone this goofy and it felt like it was something she really needed. Pharah was a designated woman. She found pride and honour in her job, but even that could stress her out. She needed time away from all her responsibilities.

Just as Tavish's boss went away and they could continue their discussion, another person showed up.

"Excuse me, captain?" Saleh asked her. Saleh was one of the rookies she had taken under her wing.

"Oh fuck off, not you too" Pharah leaned back and sighed. She didn't usually behave like this, but she was slightly drunk and the continuing interruption really irritated her.

"Captain? I thought you said ay were the pirate" Demoman laughed.

"It's a message from HQ" Saleh leaned down and whispered to her.

"But it's my free day!" Pharah complained "Whatever it is I'm sure they can handle it on their own."

"It's from Winston, he says it's urgent"

Pharah had no choice but to listen to the man and follow him.

"What?" She asked when they had gotten out of hearing distance from Demoman.

"Nine terrorists are loose in the city" Saleh whispered. "And your friend is not who he claims to be." Saleh nodded over to where Demoman was sitting.

Pharah's eyes widened. "What? Are you serious?" She glanced back at her drinking buddy and then back again "Holy fuck."

As she said this, you could hear robotic screams from the backyard.

"See?" Saleh said.

"Okay, fine" Pharah admitted her dullness. "You go handle the ones outside and I'll take this one."

"Did ye have a nice tal- OI WATCHA DUIN?!" Demoman succeeded to blurt out before Pharah had pressed him against the bar table to cuff him, overpowering him completely.

"CAPTAIN FAREEHA AMARI, HELIX INTERNATIONAL." She announced to the public. "DON'T WORRY WE HAVE THE SITUATION UNDER CONTROL."

When she and her captive got to the backyard, only Saleh and the disabled Omnic were there. Saleh was on his knees, arms around his belly. Pharah could see that he was bleeding from his gut, unfortunately enough he hadn't been wearing his suit.

"They got away. One of them got up on the rooftops, the other one disappeared completely. I think he can render himself invisible, he managed to get a hit on me." Saleh whimpered while clenching his wound.

"Alright, don't worry" Pharah assured him. "I'll go after the one on the roof, watch our prisoner and try to help the Omnic on his feet again"

With that said she used her jetpack to launch into the sky. She had put her combat suit, the Raptora mark VI on and was now fully prepared for anything.

Scout

Scout was doing what he knew best. He was running on the rooftops, jumping from building to building. The fight between him and the Omnic biker had been one sided, until Spy appeared. The Omnic had not been able to land any hits on him since all Scout had been doing was dodging all his swings while screaming. When Spy arrived, he quickly put one of his electro-sappers on the Omnics body, but it wasn't enough. It did seem to drain his stamina though since the Omnic fell over and started having a seizure. It was when he screamed and tried to crawl away that Scout decided to finish him off with his aluminium bat.

"Great timing pal, but just so you know, I had him" Scout had told Spy, taking a breather.

"You imbecile! How can you mess up so bad?" Spy exclaimed. "No time to lose, we're abandoning the drunk, he put himself in this situation." Spy equipped his butterfly knife and put on his mask. "You escape via the rooftops, I'll distract them."

And so he did. Scout was now trying to get away as fast as he could, but he couldn't help but feel great while navigating himself across the roofs. He was reminded of his youth in Boston, when he and his brothers used to draw graffiti at secret spots and then proceed to run away from the police by climbing and jumping between houses.

Many buildings here had a chrome sheet and had curved edges, which made it hard to get a good grip, but Scout had such good control of his feet so it didn't really pose a problem for him.

Just when he thought he was in a safe distance, he heard the sound of an engine behind him. He turned around and saw the woman Demoman was drinking with, except that she was wearing a frickin' combat suit and had a rocket launcher equipped, loaded and ready to use. But Scout thought logical. She was an officer or somethin', that meant she wouldn't fire such a destructive weapon in a public area, the rocket launcher was an empty threat.

The woman landed on the house and screamed after him.

"STOP!" She commanded. "There is nowhere you can run!"

Sure enough. Scout stopped, still having his back turned to her, waiting for her to come closer and drop her guard. Scout didn't know how good she was, but no one exceeded him in responsiveness. When she had walked close enough, Scout turned around quickly and pulled out his scattergun and aimed it at her head.

"DON'T TAKE ANOTHER STEP OR I'LL BLOW YOUR FRIGGIN BRAINS OUT" Scout screamed at her.

Scout seemed to be in luck because it worked. Pharah dropped her rocketlauncher and put her arms in the air. She hadn't expected him to be armed.

"Yeah, that's right. Now phone down to your dude down there, the one with the lame haircut, and tell him to release Demoman." Scout demanded.

"So that's his real name?" Pharah laughed. "Is that how you guys impress people? By acting as gold miners? I'm not gonna lie, it's not a very attractive job."

"Shut your damn trap, chicken wings." Scout taunted her and smirked, dropping his guard. Something he shouldn't have done.

Pharah reacted as fast as he stopped concentrating. She straightened her arm and aimed it at the ground, just to the left of him. Out of the top of her arm she shot out a concussive blast which hit right next to Scout which knocked him back several meters. He hit his head in a chimney, and then everything turned black.

Engineer

"WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED"

A rough voice echoed through the library. Crap, Engineer thought. He knew he should have listened to Heavy's instincts, and now they had already found them. He tried to figure out how they were able to track them down, but the only thing he could think of was if they somehow intercepted their channel, but that couldn't be the case since no one used it.

They could all feel the red dots that marked their heads. There were several snipers located on the upper floor aiming down at them.

"We have a clean shot, should we take it?" He heard one of the snipers say over his radio.

"No, wait a minute." The rough voice spoke again. "Hold your fire, I'm going in."

That was when one of the most bizarre things in Engineer's life happened. From behind a bookcase, a gorilla walked in, wearing an exoskeleton suit.

"Dell Conagher I presume?" The gorilla said. "My name is Winston and I believe we have much to discuss."

To be continued!

Authors note:

Phew, sorry that took a little longer than expected. Schoolwork is a pain, but now all my projects are done so I should be able to write more often. This one is a bit longer than chapter one so that's still something ;) I want to create a format similar to game of thrones when it follows many characters, so I am testing this format to see how it works. Tell me if there is something bothering you about it and I'll look into it :)