Chapter 3
Vigilante
Mercy POV
"A vigilante known as soldier 76." Stated Winston as he pulled a almost empty file on 76, the file only had his kills, property damage cost, every country that is hunting for him, and the $10,000,000 reward for any information that'll lead to his capture. "He is a ghost, and every person he has encountered is either dead or to scared to talk."
Angela felt her anger rising as she remembered that this man stole her biotic fields, this man stole old Overwatch technology, including a heavy pulse rifle. Tracer raised her hand, "Yes Lena?" "Winston, two questions, why do we need him and why him." She said while grinding her teeth. "I don't like him either but our team is lacking proper firepower. As for why him I rather have him as a friend that we can contain than another enemy." Then Reinhardt spoke "Then where do we find him?" "Two days ago a little girl posted on the interweb that a man with a giant 76 on the back of his jacket saved her life. So I traced the ip address to Dorado Mexico." "So when do we leave?" Said Jesse. "As soon as you load up." Angela nodded and hurried back to her office and loaded up her Caduceus staff and blaster, then hurried to the hanger "I hope he joins us, because I don't want to put him down." She thought before she jumped into the large VTOL.
76 POV
Jack woke up from his nightmare of reliving that fateful day that Jack "Died" when Reyes betrayed him and the explosion that trapped him under what seemed like endless tons of rubble. Wiping off the sweat on his forehead, he got up out of bed, grabbing a MRE for breakfast, the vigilante sat down at his computer. Pulling up his visors camera footage he reviewed his raid last night, he was always trying to improve his game. While finishing up the MRE, the computer dinged, looking back down, the radar had picked up a large aircraft was approaching Dorado. "Crap probably Talon's weapon drop off for Los Muertos" Los Muertos are a anti Omnic gang backed by Talon, the people who brought down Overwatch. Grabbing his Armor, mask, and rifle, he hurried out the door heading to where he suspected them to land.
Laying down on a roof on the outskirts of town, 76 pulled out a basic sniper rifle flipped down the bipod and aimed at the doors as they opened. The old commander almost dropped the rifle when he saw members of his old Overwatch team emerge from the aircraft, including Reinhardt, Winston, Tracer, Torbjiorn, McCree, and Angela. She looked beautiful as ever, suddenly he panicked "What are they doing here? Is Overwatch back? Are they here to bring me in?" Jack's mind was racing trying to figure out why they would come to Dorado. Then that same voice spoke up "THEY'RE HERE TO KILL US JACK! MOW THEM DOWN!" "SHUT UP!" He told the voice, he could never hurt Angela. Then Jack got an idea, stupid, but it'll work. He loaded a round into the rifle and took aim.
Mercy pov
Walking down the ramp of the VTOL, Angela immediately had the feeling that they were being watched, scanning the horizon she spotted the town and the closest building had a small hump in the middle, with the sun rising up behind it a perfect sniper spot. Jack had taught her how to spot threats, possible ambush sites and kill zones. And that was a "10" in Jack's book of threats. Turning around to warn the team, a lone shot rang out hitting the Overwatch symbol on the side of their bird as everyone was taking cover, Reinhardt laughed "HA!" "He missed some sniper!" But Mercy killed the short celebration by stating "I don't think that he missed, I think he was trying to catch our attention" pointing to the bullet mark on the bird. There was a red laser on it, Winston slowly approached the red dot and traced the laser to the same building that Mercy saw the hump on. "Tracer go check that building." Tracer nodded before she blinked out. "Just to be safe Reinhardt deploy your shield, and Torbs build a turret." Said the teams medic. Both older veterans did both of their jobs. A few minutes later Tracer returned holding a piece of paper, saying she found a sniper rifle with the laser pointer taped to it, she then handed the letter to Winston, who read the letter, first to himself then out loud. "Hello Overwatch, I don't know why you're here, if you're here to take me in, I want to say many men have tried and all those men are dead" Mercy gasped at this man's brutality, Winston continued to read, "So my advice for you is get back into your aircraft and leave me be, if not you will not be spared.- S76." "Well what do we do?" Asked the youngest member of their little pack. After a moment of awkward silence Angela spoke "I feel that we should show this man that we mean no harm." "How do you propose we do that Doc?" Asked the Cowboy sharpshooter, "Well you saw the little girl's post, he saved her, I think that he is protecting the people, so if we do the same he might return the favor." Winston fixed his glasses, and said "Mercy's right and I think we can start with that little girl maybe she can help us " The rest of the team agreed and started to grab their gear. "I'm going to stay behind to keep watch over the bird." Said Winston, "I'll stay wit ya too my friend"stated the old Swede. "Then it's settled, Reinhardt, McCree, Tracer, and Mercy shall scope out the town."
After a while the four heroes found the small restaurant where the post originated from. Walking in Mercy saw that the small diner was very empty except for in the corner booth sat a large man with his back to them wearing a brown work coat and a hat, and a woman talking to a young girl, most likely her daughter in Spanish, once she saw us her eyes brightened and smiled "Customers! Welcome to Casa del Guerrero! What can I get you?" Since Mercy was point on this mission she sat at the counter and asked the nice woman "Hello my name is Mercy and we are looking for information on a vigilante named Soldier 76, do you know anything?" At that moment nobody notice the man rose from his booth left a few pesos as a tip and left the bell on the door signaling that he left. Looking out the window to watch where the man she saw that he just disappeared, "Well I can tell that he a angel sent by God, here we call him Ángel de Ángel of red" "He is a Saint among men he has saved us from the muertos just the other night he saved my daughter." "May we talk to her?" Asked the polite Swiss. "Of course, she will happy to!, Alejandra come here!" Mercy could hear footsteps coming the stairs, and out came a young girl who looked just like her mother. Alejandra's eyes burst open when she saw Mercy, "You're Mercy!" Giggling Angela said "Yes Dear I am, it's nice to meet you but we have some questions about the Angel of Red." Alejandra was happy to talk about it she told Mercy about the Muertos stealing her money, when 76 knocked out the lights, killed those men, the pinata to the head, and when he saved her from a grenade. Mercy was surprised on all of the details she suspected the vigilante to be a untrained brute, but the amount of damage Alejandra described, showed that 76 had serious training, that or many genetic enhancements. Angela was most taken back by how he took a grenade for her and survived, the thing that stuck to her was what he said "Old habits die hard" and when Alejandra asked if that he was a hero, and he responded with "Not anymore" Her curiosity just heightened, who was this masked man. Her thoughts were shattered when she heard a explosion. "Let's go!" Said McCree who had his big iron out, "Agreed" said the tall Knight. "Thank you for the information!" Mercy yelled as they rushed out the door, not knowing what they would find.
76 POV
"Seems like they didn't follow the letter." 76 mentally sighed as Mercy led her little party into his favorite diner, House of the Warrior, best burritos in Dorado. When Mercy asked Sofia for info on him, he felt it was time for him to leave leaving a tip for Alejandra. Heading out the door he turned into the small ally on his right and started to head back to base. Halfway there he heard footsteps behind him, turning around he saw that about ten Muertos were following him, "I don't have time to deal with them." "Show them what happens to stalkers" growled his barbaric voice in his head, this time he agree with it. Turning around he threw off his coat revealing to the Muertos that they were now dealing with a professional. Them idiots did the bravest thing they have ever done they charged him. 76 grabbed the first one at the neck judo flipped him onto the pavement, grabbed the wrist of one who brought a baseball bat and punched him in the face. Holding the bat with both hands he bashed two muertos, one in the head and the other in the legs, the other six hesitated one pulled out a knife, "oh you should not have done that" 76 stated in his metallic voice that his mask produced. Now 76 was the first one to strike, charging the knife holding combatant he punched him in the stomach grabbing the knife, he threw in between the closest muertos eyes. He then turned to the last four and said "Well boys, still want to play?" Two muertos pulled out aks and started to hip fire forcing him to take cover behind some boxes "Idiots" he muttered as he pulled out his sidearm, a 1911 Colt, a little old fashioned but damn it was a good gun. Jumping out from his cover he popped both hostiles in the head. "Now where are the last two?" Then Jack heard something roll up the street turning around he saw a tank "How the HELL did they get a tank?!" And behind the old tank was three trucks unloading muertos. "Looks like they truly want to play." He thought laughing at his own joke. Rushing out of his cover the tank fired at his former shelter, "Shit!" Pulling out his tactical visor he estimated his odds 30 muertos armed with aks and a tank against one soldier. It was unfair odds for the muertos.