Streaks of morning sunlight fell over Watchpoint Gibraltar.

As much as Chronos enjoyed sleeping in, he had some errands to run and since there would be no assignments until the next day, this was the perfect time to do them. The first mission for Blackwatch since Overwatch's reactivation would be tomorrow and he was taking part in it. Apparently, the former commander of the division Gabriel Reyes, or "Reaper" is what they call him now, and a geneticist called Moira weren't around anymore and so they needed to fill the spots to get things running smoothly. Chronos fit the bill perfectly. He'd done some questioning earlier this morning in the mess hall and knew he was in with some members of the old Blackwatch before it got disbanded, Jesse McCree and Genji Shimada. The other three members were Hanzo, Pharah, and himself. Fareeha had shown Chronos her combat suit but she wouldn't be using that on Blackwatch missions, instead acting as the team's sniper. A fitting role considering how her mother is a sharpshooter.

Still being in the previous day's attire, or rather his only attire at the moment, he left the barracks and headed out through the base's tunnel exit. He stopped by several locations and checked out some new clothes. Wanting a more modern look of his old robes he picked up a t-shirt and a grey hoodie for his top with some black pants and running shoes to match. He bought additional clothes for when he was off-duty but decided this would be his go-to outfit; it wasn't exactly military gear but it didn't attract attention and he could easily blend in with the populace if need be; well-suited to covert ops. He could have it all modified with some low profile features and protection later when he got back.

Having gotten some new attire, Chronos turned his attention to weaponry. As much as he liked his bow and sword, they aren't really as practical as they once were in this day and age, although Genji and Hanzo make it work somehow. Most of the newfangled firearms in the nearest gunstore he didn't recognize. Not surprising, considering how much can change in several decades. Luckily for him, the place was stocking M1911s as part of their antique selection of firearms - a gun he was familiar with and, after a little under the table payment, something the store owner happily sold two of to him. Memories of all the times he went to the gun range with his father made him smile a bit. He was an okay shot back then but probably rusty now and definitely not as good as McCree. He also made sure to buy a miitary grade knife for general use and defense.

It was already the evening when he returned to Watchpoint. Now all he needed to do was get his gear combat worthy. Torbjorn was Overwatch's best engineer and would probably be able to help him out. He walked across the complex and into the Swede's workshop which wasn't too far from Winston's labratory. The sound of hammer against metal rang into his ears and out into the open air as the door opened. It was dark inside and it smelled of burnt coal. A soft blanket of light was being cast over the room from the hammered metal and the forge from which it came illuminating the vast array of sentry prototypes around the area, some unfinished and still revealing their delicate circuitry. Around the room, he could see some experimental armors and weaponry hung up on the wall and various engineering apparatuses to their complement. He was in the right place.

At the sound of the door, a short, stocky man stopped paused for a moment and then continued to hammer away at the glowing metal in front of him. "Who's there?"

"It's Chronos."

"Who?!" The recurring sound of the metal seemed to be drowning out his voice or maybe the man was just deaf from all his time working with machinery.

"Chronos!"

"Oh. Chronos." The Swede stopped what he was doing and turned around. "You're one of Blackwatch's new members right?"

"Yeah."

Torbjorn flipped up his welding mask and revealed his dark, coal-covered face. "What can I do for ya?"

"Well, I was hoping you'd be able improve my gear." Chronos showed him the stuff he brought.

"Let me see it first."

Torbjorn brought the garments to a set of tables in the recesses of the room; most of them were scattered with blueprints and notes relating to his creations so he set it down on an empty one. He flicked a switch on the wall giving light to the area around the tables and began to examine the items in question.

After a while, he finally spoke. "What do you want on it?"

"Well, I have two guns and a knife so could you make it concealed carry and add some hidden magazine pockets as well?"

"Did you bring the weapons with you?"

"I did." Chronos set them on the table.

"Good because I'll need to know their exact dimensions. Also will you be wanting some armor with that? Because I have just the thing for you and it's low profile too. Take a look."

From one of the tables, Torbjorn pulled out a thin sheet of material and handed it to Chronos.

"What is it?"

"My newest invention: a graphene-based bulletproof material. It's as thin and light as paper but can stop anything under 12.7 mm.

Chronos fiddled with the sheet in his hands. "Wow. So under .50 caliber?"

"You're American like McCree and Jack huh? Yeah, anything up to .50 caliber."

"Incredible." This technology was worlds ahead of the kevlar and heavy bulletproof plates of his time. It made him wonder what else he was missing out on.

"It's only good for a few hits though so don't be getting shot up by a machine gun or anything like that. And be wary of armor-piercing bullets."

"Even so, it's still amazing that you made something this light able to stop bullets. Why not just make it thicker?"

A little flattered that his guest thought so highly of his achievement, Torbjorn happily answered the question."Any thicker and the material would be too brittle. Any thinner and it would be easy to rip and shoot through. What you have right there is the sweet spot I discovered."

"Wow. I'll take it."

"Great! I've been in need of someone to field test it. I'll incorporate it into your clothes. Come back in a few hours and I'll have everything ready."

"All right then. Thanks Torbjorn."

"No problem, Chronos."

Chronos checked the new watch on his wrist. The briefing for tomorrow's mission was just about to take place.


Soldier 76 stood in front of the conference table and started up the hologram in the center of the briefing room. "All right everyone. Let's get this briefing started. A few weeks prior to today, we deployed agent Lena Oxton, most of you know her as just Tracer, in Russia to investigate the Second Omnic Crisis. She encountered a Talon operative, a hacker only known as Sombra. She got away and is believed to still be in the country but the short scuffle resulted in us coming across some new intelligence."

Soldier 76 expanded the hologram with his fingers and several pictures appeared. Everyone looked on with wide eyes. Volskaya Industries CEO, Katya Volskaya, could be seen recieving technology from an omnic arms dealer of some sort.

The betrayal emanating from the pictures was almost palpable. Genji knew it all too well."That's disgusting. She's supposed to be protecting her people."

All of it was reminiscient of a bad past for Hanzo. He chose not to say anything.

Soldier 76 continued. "As it happens, Volskaya Industries has been dealing with omnics under the table and profiting off the Second Omnic Crisis currently ongoing by selling mechs derived from the tech to the government. This information cannot go public or else we might lose our lead on those involved - that's why were sending in you. We believe this is connected to Talon in some way and possibly others at the moment but were working on getting new intel to clear things up. So, we're sending you to Russia to figure out what's going on. We'll work out what to do from there. Keep things as quiet as you can but do what you have to to get it done. We're also giving you untraceable phones to keep in contact with us and each other." Jack handed out the phones to the operatives. "Any questions?"

From his seat in front of the conference table, McCree spoke up. "What's the status on Tracer? Is she still in Russia?"

"Yes. She's currently going after Sombra. You can link up with her if you need any additional information, it's up to you." 76 responded.

Pharah pointed to the recurring omnic seen in the pictures. "Who is that omnic?"

"Unfortunately, we aren't sure. If you find out while you're over there let us know.

Chronos had something to ask as well. "Are there any other Talon operatives in the area?"

"Not that we know of but we'll keep you posted. Keep an eye out though. Any other questions?"

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"Okay, then you're all dismissed. Make sure to be at hangar 18 at 0400 tomorrow for transfer."

Everyone got up from their seats.