I just want to say thank you all for your support! You guys are the ones that keep me writing this fic! I haven't been this happy to write in a long time, I actually haven't been this happy in a long time lol. That says a lot about my life : ^D….. lol jk. Anyway. We're gonna explore more characters, and get back to some other ones from the first chapter. Hope you all enjoy this one! I'm not in it for the glory.
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The airport was hot and humid, typical of a summer afternoon in Texas. The sky had barely any clouds, allowing the full heat of the sun to beat the black pavement like a dead horse. Jesse McCree, however, was no stranger to heat. He lived in the blistering deserts of New Mexico for most of his life. In fact, he welcomed it a little bit, feeling right at home. But what he welcomed more was the fact that the cargo hold for the plane he was eyeballing was left open and unattended. Perfect.
"This life's never uneventful," he muttered to himself.
He checked and double checked to make sure the coast was clear, then gunned it like a wild hare in a shooting gallery. He reached the side of the stairs leading to the door of the cargo hold, jumped, gripped the railing with his metal arm, hauled himself up, and snuck inside. No one was the wiser. He was about to shut the door, but noticed the airport cargo handlers making their way to his position, obviously oblivious to his presence. He ducked back inside, hiding in the shadows.
"I'm just saying Frank, I think I might really have a chance with her,"
"Yeah right. After I saw the way you handle yourself in a bar, you have a better chance of finding that Jesse McCree guy the news keeps complaining about,"
He could hear their footsteps slowly inching their way up the stairs, their voices getting louder. Then they stopped, right outside the door. The one closest was holding some large luggage.
"With the bounty on his head, I'd be surprised if he wasn't caught by now. The lengths Congress will go to just to get to one guy. But hell, if that guy was in twenty feet of me, I'd take this bag, and throw it right at him!"
On cue, the bag flew through the door, and knocked McCree back, sending him into a pile of suitcases and golf bags. He bit his tongue to keep from making any noise.
"Knocking him flat on his cowboy ass,"
"Haha! I'd love to see that. Man, if only the world was smaller,"
And the door shut, complete darkness surrounding Jesse. He shoved the bag out of his way, and sighed a breath of relief.
"Heh, if they only knew," He said to himself.
He propped himself up on some luggage, making a makeshift couch. Making sure he was as comfortable as could be, considering his situation, he held his cybernetic arm up.
"Time to update the gang,"
A panel opened up on his forearm, with a little keyboard and pop up holo screen. After pressing a series of buttons, the holo screen lit up, with Winston's, Reinhardt's, and Genji's cams showing.
"I've currently acquired myself a dandy little airplane for my mode of transportation to our base. It ain't first class, but it sure as hell beats holdin' on to the side of a wing,"
"Excellent," replied Winston, "Update us further if Talon shows up again, like last time,"
"I just hope that this plane ain't carryin' any special cargo that Talon might wanna get their grubby little...talons on,"
At this point, Lena interrupted.
"Oi! Jesse! If you see anything like a jacket like this one, or maybe some wicked looking shades, get 'em for me please! I feel like I need a wardrobe update," She said, inspecting her outfit.
McCree gave a soft chuckle, "I'll do my best little lady. Though you're still lookin' fine to me,"
"Oh ho ho Jesse, you're bad," Lena replied, giving a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
Everyone laughed at that. Jesse continued.
"Alright people, I think we're takin' off soon. I'll let y'all know when I reach Spain. And by then, I'll reach Gibraltar before you can say-"
"IT'S HIGH NOON," exclaimed everyone, except McCree.
He glared at them, cigar hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Why do you have to ruin that for me," he said with a joking smirk.
"Well, you say it all the time, Jesse dear," replied Angela, "even when it isn't high noon,"
The cigar chewing agent rolled his eyes, smiled and shook his head.
"I'll see you all on the flip side, Jesse out,"
He cut the feed and leaned back in his 'chair' of luggage. Tilting his hat so that it covered his eyes, he slowly drifted to sleep, remembering the past, before it all went to hell, before Reyes' betrayal.
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The seaplane was holding up very well, despite having a bit of rust here and there, it was still in very good condition, and flying at maximum capacity. Morrison hadn't flown very much during his time in Overwatch, preferring ground tactics to dogfighting in the air, but he knew the basics. Alejandra was in the copilot's seat, chin in her right hand, looking out the window, obviously bored. She needed conversation; they had been flying for hours. It was driving her crazy. She looked over to Jack.
"It sure was nice of that man to give us this plane for only a hundred US dollars. It seems like such a small amount," she said.
Morrison gave a small laugh.
"When I get the chance, I'm going to teach you all about economics and the value of the dollar compared to other currencies, kid. You'd be surprised how much people could get with only fifty dollars in Mexico. I'm surprised you were never taught that,"
Alejandra gave an inquisitive look, "I guess I have a lot to learn… I've never been outside of Dorado. Oh!" she reached into the back, where Jack's bag sat, slumped over.
He took a quick glance back at her, then went back to flying.
"What you lookin' for back there kid?"
She sat back straight in her chair, holding the burrito.
"During all the chaos, you never got to eat!" She said.
He gave a soft smile underneath his mask. How thoughtful of her.
"Thank you Ali. Let me see. Is there an auto pilot...Ah. Here it is," He pushed the button for auto pilot, and it glowed a deep blue.
Morrison released the controls and kindly accepted the food that was made for him.
"I hope it's still warm," remarked Alejandra, "I wrapped it up as best as I could. Honestly I'm surprised it's still in one piece,"
Jack was thinking the same thing, but decided to not verbalize it, and just eat. He really was starving now, especially after seeing the food in his hands. He went to take a bite, but realized his mask was still on his face.
"Oh! Let me get that for you," said Alejandra.
She reached up and unclasped the mask from him, pulling it away slowly. He could feel the stuffy air of the plane on his face. He smiled down at her.
"Thanks,"
He unwrapped the burrito and glanced at it. It seemed like a very firm, well filled wrap, and was, surprisingly, still warm in his hands. He bit into it. His eyes widened in shock. Slowly he chewed, savoring every taste that landed on his tongue. If this wasn't the best thing he had eaten in years, he didn't know what was. Perfection was put into this simple, yet complex dish of exquisite Mexican cuisine. Alejandra noticed his expression.
"Um...is it okay?" she asked.
Jack finished chewing his bite, and swallowed. He laughed softly.
"You know, your mom sure did teach you how to cook," smiling at her, he said, "Thank you Alejandra. This is great,"
Alejandra beamed with delight, probably one of the widest smiles Jack had ever seen on a kid. He continued eating until there was nothing left but the wrapper. Alejandra then brought over the bread, which was also surprisingly warm, and they split it between them as the plane guided itself through the air. But the silence was starting to urk her again. She thought about what she wanted to talk about. Then another question came to mind.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," he replied, "What's on your mind?" he asked as he ate a piece of bread.
"Why did you disappear?" she asked.
76 raised an eyebrow, and sidelooked over to her, not fully facing her. She continued.
"I mean, you survived the destruction of the Swiss base. But you didn't reveal yourself at all. Why?"
It took a moment for Morrison to piece together his answer. He took a deep breath, let it out, and spoke.
"Because, if I did, I wouldn't be able to do the things I've been doing. I wouldn't have been able to deal with Los Muertos, wouldn't be able to find out who else was behind the fall of Overwatch. I know it couldn't have just been Reyes and Blackwatch. There had to have been outsider help. I just know it! And if I had shown myself, they would have just locked me up. Can't do much justice behind bars. But it will do me justice to put those scumbags behind bars, or in the ground. That's why I haven't shown myself to them. That's why I can't show myself to them. It would just do more harm than good,"
Alejandra nodded, understanding his reasons. It made sense.
"But you'll show who you are to your team when you join them, right?" she asked.
This time, the reply came without hesitation.
"Honestly kid, I don't know. I'm not the same Jack Morrison they knew years ago. I'm not a leader,"
"But you would give them so much hope. Think of how overjoyed they would be to find out that their long lost commander is still alive, and with them! Even if you didn't lead them, you would still inspire them. You may say you're just a soldier, but to them, you were always so much more,"
Morrison thought on this, and he had to admit, she was right. That could boost their morale, either that, or confuse the hell out of them. He hoped it would be the former. He looked over to his young companion, almost dumbfounded.
"How old are you kid?"
At this, Alejandra looked a little shy.
"I'm turning 13 tomorrow..." she smiled innocently.
"Hah." Jack began, "Then we'll have to do a little celebration when we get to Gibraltar. But I have to say, you don't hear kids your age talking to old guys like me like that,"
She smirked proudly.
"I'm not a baby, commander"
He laughed softly, "No you aren't,"
It was then that Jack began to have questions of his own. He just realized that he hadn't seen her father anywhere, and didn't even bother to ask her about him before. Guess now was the time for questions.
"Hey, I've been wondering, where is your father anyway?"
At this, Alejandra furrowed her brow, and averted her eyes. This question clearly hit a nerve. With some hesitation, she spoke.
"I...never knew him. Mama only told me stories of him, but didn't even tell me his name. She said that he worked for Overwatch years ago, before I was born, and that he sent Mama to Dorado so that his enemies wouldn't be able to hurt us. We were kept a secret,"
This greatly surprised Morrison. Alejandra's father worked for Overwatch?
"Do you know what happened to him?" he asked.
She looked down in melancholy.
"Mama said that he died in the Swiss base accident. But that he died a hero, at least, that's what she told me. Like I said, I don't know much about my Papa at all,"
The Swiss base attack was the worst day of Jack's life. Betrayed by one of his closest friends. He brushed the memory off. What he was more focused on was finding out who this mystery father was. If her father was a part of Overwatch, he was interested to who he was.
"She didn't even mention a name to you? Maybe in a prayer or something?" he probed.
"Hmm…" she held her chin in her index finger and thumb, trying to remember something.
"Well, there was this one time, I overheard her talking to her friends in the kitchen. She mentioned someone named… Gabriel…"
Both their eyes widened, looking at each other in a form of unified realization. But it couldn't be true. Could it?
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Alejandra asked.
Morrison slowly responded, "Garbiel Reyes…-" But before anyone could say anything else, red lights flashed and an alarmed blared inside the seaplane.
Alejandra gave a short scream.
"What's happening?! Is something wrong?!"
Morrison noticed a certain icon flashing over and over on the dashboard.
"Agh, don't worry kid. The fuel rod needs to be replaced. This won't take long. We just need to land for a little bit. Good thing that guy showed us where all the spares were,"
76 disengaged the autopilot, and descended, smoothly landing the seaplane on the ocean. He opened the door, stopped, then turned to Alejandra.
"Stay. Here," he said, pointing at her accusingly.
Alejandra mockingly stuck her tongue out at the old soldier. Morrison just rolled his eyes and smiled, getting out of the plane, standing on the floats of the aircraft. Alejandra, being the rebellious soul that she was, opened the door, and turned to face the vast ocean before her. She hung her legs out of the plane, and happily swung them forwards and back, feeling the cool of the ocean. Meanwhile, 76 had gotten to the side of the plane, opening the panel where the fuel rod was. He pulled out the spent cylinder, examining it. It was smoking, looking worn and overused.
"That's out of commission alright," he commented to himself.
He stuffed the fuel rod in his back pocket, and replaced it with a fresh one. Making sure it was firmly secured, Jack shut the hatch and made his way back to the cockpit. In the meantime, Alejandra continued to sway her legs back and forth. She didn't even notice her shoe was slipping off until it was too late. On her final swing, her shoe flew off into the water, creating a satisfying plop.
"My shoe!"
She balanced herself on the float of the plane, looking into the ocean. The shoe resurfaced just outside of her reach. It was then she noticed a dark silhouette in the water. Alejandra squinted, trying to make out the shape. What ever it was, it was coming fast. Her eyes widened with realization of what she was looking at. At once, a grown shark broke the surface of the water, completely devouring the helpless shoe. A great force of water struck Alejandra, causing her to lose balance, and tumble into the ocean. She managed to get of a short scream before completely submerging. Enough for Morrison to hear.
"Alejandra?" He said, looking through the door, to find no one there, "Alejandra!"
Under the water, Alejandra couldn't see anything. The salt water stung her eyes. She furiously kicked and swam up to the surface. Her head broke free of the ocean water, allowing her to take a deep breath. She coughed and spun around, looking for the plane. She spied it, and Jack on it as well. The ocean current was stronger than she realized. She was a good 15 feet away.
"Jack!"
"Hang on kid! I'm on my way!" he said, grabbing his mask and diving into the water, swimming as fast as he could.
They both swam to each other, and, thankfully, they reached one another before anything happened. That's when Alejandra spotted the shark's fin behind them. She pointed and screamed, "Look out!"
Morrison held onto her and swam as fast as he could to the plane. His enhanced strength got them back faster than the shark, and he propped her up on the float of the plane, and got on as well. But the shark was relentless. It clearly hadn't eaten for days, because it was not giving up on it's current prey. The beast breached the surface, mouth ajar, it's rows of teeth glistening in the sunlight, launching itself at Morrison. But the soldier side stepped, and wrapped one arm around the neck of the shark as it passed him. The fish wriggled and squirmed furiously under his arm, trying to break free. From his close up, the two could see it was a tiger shark, famous for eating what ever it could find. With his free arm, Jack hammered his fist into the nose and head of the shark.
"These! Aren't! Your! Waters! Anymore!"
He then tossed the animal back into the ocean, and watched it swim away, clearly not interested in lunch anymore. The two of them took quick breaths as they got themselves together, Alejandra now taking her seat inside the plane. Morrison slowly turned to face her, growling in frustration. She looked up at him with wide scared eyes, which eventually broke into a smile, then a giggle, then full on laughter. The same began to happen with Jack, and together, they were laughing. The whole situation seemed ridiculous.
"You- hahaha- you punched a shark! Hahaha!"
"Heheh, I've fought crazier things kid. Hehe," replied Morrison. Then his laughter stopped, "I told you to stay in the damn plane!" he scolded.
Alejandra wiped some water out of her eye, smiling and giggling.
"Hehe. Sorry commander. Do I get a court martial?" she joked.
Morrison rolled his eyes under his face plate, smiling on the inside as he made his way to the pilot's seat.
"No, you're grounded after your birthday," he said in the same joking tone, "But for the love of God, buckle your damn seat belt,"
Taking off his mask, Morrison started the plane up again and took off, reengaging the autopilot.
"We've got about 10 more hours before we reach Spain. When we get there, you're taking a shower," He said.
Alejandra saluted, "Sí señor!"
Morrison shook his head at the girl's humor, smiling. But then his focus went back to their previous conversation. Could this kid be the daughter of Gabriel Reyes? Did he have a secret family he never mentioned? More questions to a web of mysteries. But first things first: they needed to rebuild Overwatch.
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The Swedish dwarf bit off more than he could chew, and now he was shoved into the top cabinet of a cramped van owned by a 6 and a half foot senile German veteran.
"I told you, dummkopf!" began Reinhardt, "You mess with anything in here, and I'll stuff you in the cupboard!"
"I love you too, Reinhardt," said Torbjorn sarcastically.
"Ha ha, sure you do. Now relax and enjoy the rest of the ride," the German said, shutting the cupboard door.
The muffled sound of Torbjorn could still be heard, however.
"Could you leave it open a smidgen? I can hardly breathe in this tin can anyhow!"
At that, Angela Zieglar kindly responded to his request, and opened it just enough for his head.
"Ah, thank you doctor. At least someone here has some manners,"
Wilhelm gave a delightful chuckle at his friend's remark, not really caring. He then poked his head through to the front of the van, where Brigitte was calmly relaxing.
"Brigitte! What is our status?" asked Reinhardt.
Brigitte replied happily, "We left Luxemburg about an hour ago, and have just entered Spain. If we don't hit any stops, we should be able to get to Gibraltar before nightfall,"
The jolly veteran stood up, feeling victorious.
"Aha! I knew we would get the upper hand! Glory awaits us my comrades!"
Angela chimed in at this point.
"Reinhardt, why so competitive all of a sudden?" She asked with a smile.
The iron crusader spun around and faced her.
"Angela! Where is your sense of sportsmanship? I understand you aren't very competitive, but think of the glory! We're about to win a race against a very complex piece of machinery such as a drop ship, with a van! Oh how crushed their spirits will be when they see us there first! Always remember; honor und glory is all that matters to a soldier,"
"But what about the safety and protection of the civilians?" argued Angela.
"Well that is included with the honor und glory of course! It is with great honor that we protect those who need our help, und it is glorious to see those very same people safe und sound!"
"Ah, I see," replied Angela.
Reinhardt continued, "Just you wait and see. Without honor und glory, there is only-"
"Uh oh!" said Brigitte.
Reinhardt looked through the windshield.
"Uh oh? What is uh oh?" he asked.
The van came to a slow halt, and all around them they could hear angry shouts.
"A riot," She said.
There was a massive mob of people, all carrying anti omnic signs and posters, all screaming "NO OMNICS! NO OMNICS!" in unison. In the center was a group of police, holding back the angry citizens, and in the center of them were omnic civilians. The police were doing what they could to keep the mob at bay. Reinhardt scowled at the sight. He didn't fight for over 20 years for this to happen.
"I'll be right back," he said, making his way to the back of the van.
Torbjorn was struggling to climb out of the cupboard he was stuffed in.
"What? What is going on? Agh!" He slipped out and fell onto the floor, "Oohh…"
Reinhardt opened the back of the van and stepped out, and marched over to the angry mob.
"Oh no. Here he goes again!" exclaimed Brigitte, unbuckling and getting out of the van.
Angela, Torbjorn, and Brigitte followed him slowly. Reinhardt made his way to the center of the mob, towering over every citizen there. One rioter next to him was pumping his sign up in the air. They all were screaming "NO OMNICS!". The German veteran could see the omnics hiding behind the police, obviously fearing for their lives. Reinhardt had enough. He grabbed the sign of the rioter beside him, and ripped it out of his hand. Then he snapped it in two, causing a great cracking sound to echo through the street. Everyone had silenced themselves, looking towards the stranger. All eyes were on him now. Some people said his name, "Is that Reinhardt Wilhelm?", "I think it is,". "What is Reinhardt doing here?" His three companions remained by the van, eyes full of worry. Reinhardt had a moment to look over everyone as they stared at him, their eyes full of confusion. The street was dead silent. Then he began.
"Did I fight for this? Did I dedicate over 20 years of my sweat and blood… for this? Did I lose comrades, friends… family, for this? Nein. I did not. I fought to protect, I fought to make sure that THIS… would never happen again. Why? Why do you do this? Do you feel proud of yourselves?! Does this make you feel better?! Look at them! What have they done to deserves this?"
Everyone was silent; the mob, the police, the omnics in the center. No one spoke, no one moved, except for Reinhardt.
"Nothing! They have done nothing. How can you all sleep at night? They didn't ask to be a part of this world! We brought them into it. Us! And they are just trying to exist along side us. What makes them different from us, besides their appearance? This is no different than harassing gays, or transgenders. This is no different from racism! Shame on you. Shame on all of you! I fought, not so that others could continue fighting, but to make sure that no one fights ever again! I fought so that others could enjoy peace. And yet here you all are, ruining the peace that me and my friends fought to protect. There is no honor in this!" He made his way through the crowd, towards the center, where the police were protecting the omnic citizens.
They were all either kneeling or hunched over, terrified. Some were even dented from heavy blows from the mob. Reinhardt approached one that was on the ground. It looked up at him, a large dent in the side of its head. Reinhardt passionately smiled down at the omnic, and held out his hand to it. The omnic reached out and took it, and stood up.
"Instead of harming them, hurting them, harassing them and rejecting them, accept them. All they want is to be at peace. Is that not what you want? Why bother hurting a complete stranger, when you could make a new friend?! This violence, it does nothing! If you want to truly protect yourselves, if you want to protect your country, and your world… start by protecting them,"
No one else moved, only watched, except one person. The rioter who got his sign broken by Reinhardt stepped from the mob, and briskly walked towards an omnic kneeling on the ground. The omnic did not see him until he was two feet away from him. It pulled back in fear, covering its face plate. But the man did not strike the machine. He held out his hand to it. The omnic noticed, slowly removing his arms from his face. Hesitantly, he grabbed the hand of the man before him, who then pulled him up. The two faced each other for a good minute. Then the human gave an apologetic smile, and placed his hand on the cold metallic shoulder of the ominc. It gave the same gesture in return, and nodded. Reinhardt smiled at them, overjoyed by what he saw. One by one, more people from the mob went over to help up other omnic citizens. Once everyone was up, they all cheered, people tossing their signs and posters aside. Reinhardt laughed triumphantly, proud of his accomplishment, and made his way back to the others, who were all clapping. Torbjorn jumped, pumping his mechanical claw in the air.
"Now that's the Reinhardt I know!" he yelled.
Everyone, including the omnics, were now screaming, "REINHARDT! REINHARDT! REINHARDT! REINHARDT!" as he made his way back to his friends.
They all gave him a congratulatory pat on the back, and they entered the van.
"Great job Reinhardt. That was a true display of honor and glory," said Angela.
The knight sat down in the van, stretched, and relaxed.
"To see justice done is it's own reward. Come now, the path is clear. Let us get to Gibraltar!"
"You got it boss," said Brigitte, and she started the van.
Torbjorn walked up to his tallest friend and shyly asked,
"Um, is it alright if I sit here?"
Reinhardt smiled and laughed, "Of course!"
Torbjorn happily took a seat and relaxed, relieved he would not have to stay in the cupboard for the rest of the trip. Reinhardt sighed with delight, pleased with the results.
"Honor, und Glory,"
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Genji Shimada was perched on the roof of his house, holding onto the letter he had received from his brother. He had read it over a dozen times, but he had to read it once more. He could not believe his eyes.
"Dear Genji,
It has been weeks since our last meeting. Let me explain my absence. I have just regained control of the Shimada clan, though it required many broken bones and bloody knuckles. But they all now answer to me, and me alone. It took time, obviously, to regain our family title. So if you wish, you now have a haven back home, at Shimada Castle. But I digress. I write this to you, brother, to tell you of my decision. I accept your proposal. You were right. Honor resides in one's actions, and I have failed to act. I dishonored you in death, so I will honor you in life. I must redeem myself Genji, and that means taking the side that you are on. I want nothing more than for you to accept me again, as your blood. When you are ready, come to Shimada Castle, so that I may join you, in what ever endeavors you face. I look forward to seeing you again.
Your one and only brother,
Hanzo"
Genji put down the letter, and stared off at the mountain range. Had his brother truly chosen a side? There was only one way to find out. He then heard his master's voice from below.
"Genji, their ship has arrived," Zenyatta reported.
Genji stood from his roof, and swiftly swung down through the window, grabbing his bag, and came out the door to face his master.
"Let us go," he said, and they made their way to the drop ship.
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Both Lena and Winston stood outside the drop ship, ready to great their friend. Genji could see them both waving enthusiastically as he entered their field of vision, his master floating gracefully beside him. Once close enough, they exchanged greetings. Winston was first.
"Genji, it has been a while," Said the ape, extending his hand.
Genji shook it firmly, "Indeed it has been, Winston. I am glad you made the call,"
Winston smiled, and then addressed the omnic next to his ally, "Hello there,"
Genji said, "Allow me to introduce you. Winston, Lena, this is my master, Takhartha Zenyatta. Master, this is Winston. He is a scientist. And this is Lena. She's fast,"
"Peace be upon the both of you," said the Shambali monk.
"Wicked!" exclaimed Lena, "It's an honor to meet another member of the Shambali. I met Mondatta once, he was such an inspiration to me!"
"I am glad that my brother's words have touched your heart Lena. We all miss him very much," replied Zenyatta.
"Yes… I'm very sorry for your loss," she replied.
"He is now one with the Iris. I am at peace, knowing that he will always be watching over us,"
At that, Lena smiled with a new found reassurance. She then addressed Genji.
"Genji! It's been too long," She embraced the cyber ninja tightly.
He returned the hug with equal enthusiasm.
"Yes it has Lena, you look… just as you did when I last saw you!" he said.
Letting go of him, Lena replied, "And you're looking… shinier hehe..."
There was clearly some kind of awkward ambiance surrounding them. Zenyatta discretely approached Winston and whispered,
"Is there something going on with them?"
Winston replied, "They have an… awkward past,"
"Ah, I see," said Zenyatta.
"… No you don't" said Winston quickly.
The omnic slowly turned his head towards Winston, who averted his eyes from him. After breaking through the strangeness, Lena said,
"Alright, well if there isn't anything else, let's get goin'!"
"Actually," Genji interjected, "I have a couple of announcements,"
Lena and Winston tilted their heads, and listened to him.
"My master would like to join us, in our quest to bring balance to the world,"
The other two Overwatch agents beamed at this.
"But wait," began Tracer, "you're a Shambali. I thought you were against violence,"
"I will not engage in physical violence. I would much prefer to be more of an… ambassador, if you will,"
"Well," said Winston, "The more the merrier. Welcome Zenyatta. I'm sure your contribution will be invaluable,"
Zenyatta nodded and replied, "I hope so as well,"
Genji continued with his announcements.
"Also, I regret to inform you that we will lose the race,"
Lena gave a confused, disappointed look, "Wha', why?"
"Because we must go to Japan, to pick up my brother,"
"What?! You have a brother?" she said.
"Hai, and he wishes to join us. We must answer his call,"
Winston joined in, "Wait, how does he know we are being recalled?"
"He does not. He only wishes to join me on what ever side I am on, which means he will aid Overwatch. I know my brother. We can trust him,"
Winston nodded, "Very well. I just said the more the merrier. Let's go get your brother,"
Lena gave a frustrated grunt, "Ugh, fine. Let's just hurry up. I've been eating nothing but peanut butter and banana's all day. I need something else to eat,"
"Well, you are lucky you are going to Japan. My brother can cook you an excellent bass,"
With that, everyone got on board the dropship. It ascended into the air, and took off, heading straight for Hanamura, Japan.
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I swear these chapters just keep getting longer and longer : D. Anyway. Hope you all like this one! You guys keep inspiring me to make more every time I read a comment. Don't forget to leave one by the way! And yes, Morrison fought a shark. And no, the past between Tracer and Genji is probably NOT what you think. More to come in the next few days hopefully! Keep givin them comments! Thank you!
