AN: Right... Here's the second part of the Modern Warfare series, hope you like it.
On a side note, I've finally gotten myself a Beta reader. So that's good news I suppose.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Overwatch and its characters belong to Blizzard Entertainment, the rest of whatever else might appear on this fic, trademarks and such, belong to their respective owners.
Chapter 1: Booting up the console!
Part 2
As the next level loaded, the satellite screen showed a 3D representation of a US fleet of carriers launching Black Hawk helicopters to invade Al-Assad's capital. The location of a TV station was highlighted on a mini-map.
[Outlaw, this is Deadly. Refueled and fully loaded.]
[Roger that. Bachelor Two-Seven, let's get those Abrams to the front.]
"Are those tanks? I hope I have the chance to control a tank…" DVa said a little wishful.
"Who knows, you should focus more on what's about to happen…" Zarya said with a shrug.
[Marines! Spotters have a possible fix on Al-Assad in a building at the west end of this town. We're gonna secure the perimeter and grab Al-Assad. Oorah? Lock and load!]
"Oh yes it seems you're right. It appears is finally time for some payback!" Hana declared with a grin as she bumped her fists together.
"I doubt it'll be that easy…" Soldier muttered.
"That's what makes it fun!" It was the Korean girl simple reply.
When DVa regains control again, she finds herself sitting inside a Black hawk, looking out the open side door at how the rest of her fellow choppers begin the invasion of the city.
["Charlie Don't Surf"]
[Day 2 - 13:45:06]
[Sgt. Paul Jackson]
[1st Force Recon Co., U.S.M.C.]
[Shore line coming into view.]
[Copy, Striker Six-Four.]
[Feet dry in ten seconds.]
[Copy.]
As the 'copters began to reach the docks a hail of gunfire and rocket propelled grenades was unleashed upon them as welcoming mat, trying to bring the American task force down.
[Taking fire here...]
[Roger that. We've got RPGs down there.]
"You know, I've heard about rolling down the carpet, but this is ridiculous!" Tracer exclaimed.
"Meh, they're going down anyway…" DVa replied as she began to take aim and shot the soldiers on the rooftops. As if Murphy himself was feeling offended by her flippancy, the barrage of fire and rockets became even thicker.
[Shit that was close!]
"Yikes!" Hana yelped as she saw a rocket scraping by right in front of her face.
"You know lassie, I think it would be in your best interests not to tempt fate…" McCree deadpanned from where he was sitting.
[Got a visual on the target.]
The chopper began to slow, indicating they were almost at the landing zone.
[Five seconds. Stand by for green light.]
The helicopters began to assume their positions, remaining static in place as they flew above their landing zones before long ropes began to uncurl from their sides.
"Do they plan to slide down those ropes? I don't know but I find such deployment method to be really vulnerable." DVa said with a frown. "Their transport remains immobile right in the open and the soldiers are pretty much unarmed during the whole time it takes them to get down and bring their weapons up…"
"Much more dangerous it will be for them if the helicopter were to try to land in the middle of a combat zone. At least this way they have a visual advantage when searching for threats by remaining at a higher altitude from the street, plus helicopters are very maneuverable and can quickly react to an attack." Soldier 76 lectured.
"Too bad for the soldiers though who still remain vulnerable like fish in a barrel…" McCree commented.
"Yeah well, there are always great risks involved when stepping into an active combat zone…" It was all that the old vigilante said in response.
[Down the ropes! Go, go!]
DVa does so. It actually looked to be pretty fun to do in real life, but she quickly touched the ground. Luckily for her the streets were empty of any life.
[2nd squad on me to the target building! Move!]
"It's quiet… Too quiet… I don't like it." DVa commented as she glanced around the landing zone.
"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth lassie. Just keep your eyes peeled…" McCree chided her for trying to tempt fate again.
"Fuh… You got good instincts though…" Soldier 76 added.
Dva moves past several soldiers laying barbed wire fences to block access to the street.
[Move it, move it! Set up the blocking position! Let's go!]
"Well, at the very least I don't have to worry about enemies shooting at me from behind." DVa said before moving on. Tracer just agreed with a hum.
The marines moved towards the nearest building right in front of them in ordered file.
[There's the target building! Left side door breach! Stack up!]
They do so at one side of the door, and one of the marines begins to install a breaching charge on it.
[Blow the charge!]
And explosion later and the whole door is blown from its hinges, making an entrance into the building and catching two enemy soldiers completely off-guard who are promptly gunned down.
[Breaching, breaching!]
[Go, go, go!]
"Subtle and quiet, these guys are not…" Brigitte deadpanned at seeing all that ruckus and loud explosions. She clearly wasn't impressed. "All that noise just to kill two soldiers. Now whoever else is inside the building knows they are under attack..."
Sombra bristled. "Typical of the gringos to always come in guns blazing."
"Hey! There's nothing wrong at showing a little appreciation for shock and awe tactics. I can tell you from experience that they are pretty effective." McCree said, feeling as if he was being personally attacked.
"That is only true when you have an idea where all of your enemies are and you have all main entrances and exits covered. Which these guys surely do not…" Soldier commented with a deadpan.
[Clear!]
[Jackson, take point.]
DVa moves down some stairs towards a weapons storage room where enemy soldiers are rushing into cover to receive the American troops. She quickly kills a couple enemies in the open, but is forced to take cover behind a table as other soldiers start shooting at her behind their own table.
"Shit!" The Korean girl exclaims as she almost gets killed after standing in the open just by a second, the screen splattered in red.
"And that's why I was saying that breaching the door with an explosive is dumb…" Brigitte quipped with an unfazed expression.
Luckily for DVa the rest of her team enters in the basement after her and quickly help her in killing the rest of opposition.
Making her way deeper in the basement, she sees an opened door to her left leading into a small room, but just as she was about to take a peek bullets begin to fly towards her and she is forced to take a step back in order to avoid getting shoot, the trail of lead swiping right in front of her nose.
"WAAAH! OMG! Not again!"
An enemy soldiers comes running through the treshold but Hana quickly brings him down with a small burst from the hip, suspecting still the presence of enemies, she throws a flashbang inside the room and storms inside as soon as she hears the detonation, stabbing another soldier laying in wait inside to death with her knife in order to save bullets. She then explores the rest of the basement, moving to the other end where her fellow soldiers a lined up at the sides of another open door.
[Jackson, throw a flash bang!]
DVa does so, taking notice how the room is full with shelves that could hide enemy soldiers, and indeed they were as several of them stumble forward out of their hiding spots after being blinded by the flashbang, leaving them vulnerable to the Korean girl and her allies. Battle is soon joined as the rest of the remaining enemies that had managed to shield themselves from the effects of the grenade sprung forward, but thanks to the many shelves offering cover, DVa was able to flank her enemies with great mastery and soon enough all hostiles were dead.
[All call signs, check the bodies. We need a positive ID on Al-Assad.]
[Negative ID over here, Sir.]
[No sign of Al-Assad here, Sir.]
[(On radio) HQ, this is Red Dog. Target building is secure but we don't have Al-Assad, over…]
A garbled sound can be heard coming from Lt. Vazquez radio.
[Heads up! I just got word Al-Assad is broadcasting half a click east of here at a TV station! We're gonna move out on foot and take down the package there. Move out.]
"Guess you lot are for a little stroll, huh?" Tracer commented.
"Seems like it… Oh well, at least I had a brief chance to rest before going on the move again." Hana replied.
As DVa gets back upstairs and goes outside, more marines arrive to lend their strength to the platoon.
[Friendly reinforcements comin' up.]
What comes next is an epic excursion as DVa makes her way towards the TV station through the narrow streets of the city while she fights against heavy resistance at every step of the way. Dealing with soldiers on a small courtyard surrounded by wooden walls that she was forced to flank. Soldiers taking cover behind the vehicles littering the street. Storming a small two story building that was being used as a small sniper nest and forward base by enemy soldiers that she had to clear before getting back to the main street; reaching a main road junction that crossed the main street only to be set upon by a pick-up with a cal. 50 in the back while she was being targeted by snipers from the balcony of a building on the other side of the road. That one she blew up with her grenade launcher and it was beautiful. More street fighting until finally she reached the parking lot of the TV Station filled with abandoned cars. Most of the members of Overwatch remained silent because it was more than obvious that DVa needed to keep her attention focused due to all the frantic fast-paced action that the game threw at her at every corner.
[Heads up! Friendlies at your six!]
More Marines led by an African-American soldier approach her team from behind.
[Target building in sight.]
[We've got the TV building locked down and surrounded, Sir.]
[Good. Get in position to breach.]
"Well that was one hectic trip, I must say…" Tracer commented. Even she, despite being a frontline harasser that zipped from place to place at super-speeds found the entire experience exhausting, and she was only watching Hana play the game.
"Yeah, hopefully the little lass will have no trouble from this point on…" McCree said.
"Unlikely, but one can hope…" Soldier 76 groused.
"You're doing great Hana…!" Brigitte said, patting the Korean girl in the back.
"Thanks!" She replied before getting back to the game.
All the Marines stack up around a side entrance while another soldier starts placing a charge on the door.
[Do it!]
Just like before, the charge explodes with great noise, blowing the door from its hinges and the marines waste no time to storm inside.
[Breaching, breaching!]
[Go, go, go!]
Once inside, a few enemy soldiers standing guard among the abandoned hallways and receptionist cubicles are quickly taken down. From there they move deeper inside the building, walking among the hallways lined with screens and televisions on their walls.
The team reaches the main offices of the TV Station and a massive shootout ensues as enemies start pouring into the room and take cover among the many cubicles and a nearby printing room. DVa throws a flash bang and decides to brave the cubicles, figuring she would have a better fighting chance among all that coverage. Wading expertly among the cubicles while keeping her head down, she managed to almost single-handedly clear all the stations by herself, taking advantage of her bullets capabilities to pierce light cover to take care of the enemies that were trying to flank her.
It was a hectic, confusing and desperate struggle and DVa love it, leaving only the enemies who were taking cover inside the printing room whom she quickly dispatched by throwing another flash bang through a window and storming the defensive position while all hostiles were blinded.
[Room clear! Move up! Al-Assad should be on the second floor!]
"You managed to get out of there alive? I'm impressed…" Sombra said honestly after witnessing the sheer storm of bullets that had wrecked the work stations. "For a moment I thought you were about to be turned into Swiss cheese…"
"Do you have something against Swiss cheese, Olivia…?" Mercy asked in a flat tone, giving the Mexican hacker a look that told her she should be pretty careful about her answer.
"N-no, I love Swiss cheese! Honest!" She was quick to reply. "I was just using as visual reference. You know, because its full of holes…"
The medical officer kept her stare upon the nervous hacker for several long seconds before finally accepting such answer with a nod. Thankfully DVa came up to the rescue of the Latina.
"It was a bit tough I admit, but it was also pretty fun..." She said with a grin.
"Yes, we could see you were clearly having a blast." Tracer agreed.
The marines kept exploring the building, reaching the main foyer of the TV station just in time to see through its glass walls a column of Abrams tanks rolling down the streets.
[Yeah, there goes our boys.]
[Oorah. Oorah]
"Mmmmph… Seems these guys are in quite the high spirits." McCree commented.
"Well, of course they are McCree…" Tracer said. "They are after all watching the cavalry arrive just in time to save the day." She declared with an impish smile. The American cowboy just rolled his eyes in response.
Another squad of marines, led by SSgt. Griggs, the african-american from before arrive into the foyer.
[Hold your fire! Friendlies coming out!]
He approaches Lt. Vasquez.
[No sign of Al-Assad, sir.]
[All right. Fall in, Marines. Stay frosty.]
The Marines make their way to the roof through some stairs, on the way they see through the windows how their fellow Marines guarding the parking lot come under attack by a sudden assault of enemies' combatants. Taking advantage of her higher ground, DVa decides to lend some support fire, easily taking sight of any enemy that tries to take cover among the husks of destroyed cars. When that is done, she hurries to catch up with the rest of her platoon.
"And that's why I'm always saying is good to for you to have the higher ground…" Soldier said after witnessing the ease in which Hana took care of the recent enemy incursion.
"Mmmph… Seems there's something to say about tactics after all…" Tracer commented.
[Watch your six, Devil Dog.]
The marines get inside a small hall on an outbuilding located in the roof, stacking alongside the door leading towards a studio from which the voice of Al-Assad can be heard coming from.
[I think he's in there. I hear him.]
[Do it!]
A Marine shoots the hinges off with a shotgun before kicking down the door, the soldiers storm inside the room only to find the studio empty and abandoned.
[Clear!]
[Room clear!]
[He's not here.]
"Oh man, the bad guy got away…" DVa complained with a pout as she turns her character point of view towards Al-Assad's recording playing on all television sets.
Tracer just smiled indulgently. "It's never that easy in the real world luv'…" She said as she pats the Korean girl in the head.
[It's on a loop...the broadcast is a recording.]
"It seems this Al-Assad is not as lame as he looks…" Sombra commented without a care.
[Yeah...Score one for military intelligence!]
"Ha! I can relate to that… There were many times during the Omnic Crisis that following the tips sent to us by intelligence ended up leading us into an ambush." Soldier 76 said gruffly. "Although to be fair, we were facing against enemies that had the upper hand in technology and were capable of hacking into our systems with terrifying ease."
"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." Sombra began to say as response. "Now that I am here, any unauthorized breach into your systems will be a thing of the past!" She declared boastfully. 'Other than my own' She thought to herself.
"Yeah, except those that you commit yourself…" Soldier deadpanned, clearly telling what the Mexican hacker was thinking.
The purple-clad woman made a good effort of pretending to be affronted. "Hey!" 'Damn! He has me pegged!'
[Griggs, turn that off.]
[Roger that. I got something better anyway.]
[(On radio) Command, this is Red Dog. The TV station is secure but there's no sign of Al-Assad. The broadcast is a recording, over... Roger that, Command. Out.]
As Vazquez is speaking with his superiors, SSgt. Briggs turns off Al-Assad's broadcast and puts some music in its stead.
[Yeah. Oorah.]
DVa makes a face. "What's up with the trashy music? It sounds so tacky…!" She gestured in dismissal.
"I don't know… I think it has some beat to it…" Brigitte said as she started to bob her head.
[Marines! Rally up! We got a new assignment. Get your gear, and get ready to move out! Let's go!]
"Well, I guess that's it for this level…" McCree commented as the screen began to fade to black, the sounds of the rap beat falling silent after a few moments.
DVa put down the controller and began to stretch; cracking her fingers as she let out a yawn. "Whelp, I'm spent… I suppose I should take a little break for now. You wanted to have your turn to watch a movie isn't it Tracer…?" She asks, turning towards the English woman.
The former pilot nods happily. "That's right Hana… Let me just find the movie I want to watch and I'll get back to you in a jiffy…" She said as she turned and walked in the direction of the packed boxes fill to the brim with movies.
"Okay…" DVa simply said as she turned off the console.
So that's it. I know it's short but that's all I had left from my initial planning before changing gears towards Star Wars. Well, there's still a couple of interactions between the characters that I want to include but I'll leave that for a future interlude since I want to move back to my other stories at the moment.
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