I heard on the radio about the assassination that happened on King's Row a few days ago. I wish I could care, but I have a job to do as I pull up to the park way after closing time. No one was guarding the place, that is odd. Then again, who would want a job to keep watch of raccoons and bears?
The meeting is taking place at a parking lot. I parked my car on top of the hill. I grabbed my duffle bag containing a Mk12 with a A-COG sight and a fore grip and the double barrel pistol. I decided to take the precaution and put on a condor body armor, the best bullet proof vest money can buy, and placed it underneath my jacket. I had five hours to stakeout the area and find a place to set up a position. The plan is simple, survey the meeting until the weapons are given to Husk, eliminate Husk and steal the weapons, thus toppling the Black Badge. Once that is done, the Black Badge will loose their influence on my hometown, allowing cops to fight the local criminals. I will return home normally, continuing my life. I eager for this night to end.
I positioned myself on top of a hill surrounded thick trees. It gave me a spectator view of the transaction taking place at the parking lot. I head up the hill to lie down to sleep. After waking up through the alarm, I see the vans of the Black Badge approaching taking territory of the left side of the parking lot. The man in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a beard is Jonathan Husk, the commander of the Black Badge. I wait for the other group to show up.
The visiting team showed up, coming out of a aircraft. The men jumped out, all wearing black armor and a mixture of a gas mask and red laser like goggles. They look like robots, time traveling to the present. Jesus, who the hell are these guys? The aircraft flew out of the parking lot and off into the night sky. I looked through my scope seeing that there was no one in the crowd that dressed differently from the rest. I tracked the soldier through my scope as he walked up to Husk and began to talk.
"So here is the cash, ten million dollars for a crate of your excellent weapons. Say, where is your boss, soldier?" Commented Husk.
"Our boss is doing something important". The Operative communicated.
"Alright, lets get this done". Expressed Husk calmly.
"There is one problem, our boss has found that you have a bit of a problem with your organization. You seem to be having trouble with the Arsenal as he has been stealing your weapons. We at Talon are concerned with your efficiency of the group". Explained the soldier
Talon, the terrorist masterminds behind the latest assassination on King's Row and they have intel on me? Christ, what have I gotten myself into.
"Look, you need funding from us, do I have to remind you that we support you guys through our illegal activities. Now give us the damn weapons or should the world know what is really behind Talon". Husk threatened in a aggressive tone.
"Alright, I understand". The Talon Operative shrugs while he hands the crate of weapons to Husk.
Pleasure doing business with you guys", says Husk. He extends out his hand. The Talon grunt grabs Husk's hand. Then, the Talon operative pulls out a pistol and shoots Husk in the head. The commander slumped forward with a bullet through the head. At the same time, the other Talon operatives walked forward and shoot the rest of the Black Badge grunts with their rifles.
What the hell... Still, it made things easier for me. Now to go down there and take out the Talon operatives.
I make my way behind one of the Black Badge vans and looked into one of the rear view mirrors to see how many Talon thugs are standing around. I counted at least four goons, good enough for me. I get closer and slot them with five shots using the Mk12. All four fell with mists of blood erupting from their head and chests.
I made my way through the parking lot heading to the crate containing the weapons. I opened it, preparing for anything that can be inside. WHAT!? ITS EMPTY. I kicked the empty crate hard in frustration. Why would a terrorist group go all this way to kill off some gun smugglers. Something isn't right here. I grabbed the briefcase of cash to prevent them from being financed to commit terrorist attacks. I turn around and sprinted to the car, realizing I need to get out of here.
As I get close to my car, I feel a strong punch to my back. I fell to the ground hitting my head against the dirt. Shit, they have a sniper somewhere in the area. I need to get to cover. I staggered my way up and roll behind a dumpster. I see a bullet hitting the ground 2 inches from me. Fuck, now the sniper has it's sights on me. The car is about ten yards from me, but I cannot go out and make the gauntlet to the car as the sniper knows Im wearing body armor and will aim for the head next. I sat there curling my legs up together with my back against the trashcan. I began to shake uncontrollably, panic began to set in. I felt I was going to die, there is no one here that can help me out of this one.
Suddenly, I nearly catch the sight of a blue flash coming from the rooftop of a cabin, to the picnic area, leading right next to me in my hiding spot. The flash turned into a cute woman wearing a aviator jacket that had a badge of the British air force stitched on the side, along with orange leggings, and a reactor strapped on her chest, holding two pistols that I have never seen before. She kneels in front of me, looking at me in confusion as if a innocent bystander was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I shook and pleaded for help.
"Look, Im not one of those people down at the parking lot. Im the Arsenal, a vigilante. Please help me." I stutter in fear. Seeing that I was panicking, she reaches out and places a gentle, but firm grip on the top of both of my shoulders. "Don't worry love, you will get out of here alive. Im going to distract Widowmaker, once Im there, head to the car and get out as fast as you can." Widowmaker, I thought, why would they send a assassin to a weapons deal? The numbers didn't add up.
She lets go of her grip on me. My senses came back together. "Wait, who are you and will I see you again"? I asked. The girl smiles. "The name is Tracer. Don't worry, I will see you again. Now get ready to run" She replies. "Thank you" I said while breathing slowly. She salutes to me as she phases in and out in a blue blur, leading up to the sniper's position. I look and watch Tracer teleport around, firing her SMGs at the sniper. The sniper runs off, forgetting the real prize.
That was the window, the adrenaline kicked in again. I got up and began to run to the car. I hopped in, turned the ignition and begin to accelerate, going up the hill to the main road. I crank the stick and set the Mustang into sports mode, accelerating even faster. The drive felt like I was in the middle of a car chase, except I wasn't being pursued by a couple of vehicles, I was driving away from a assassin that wants to send me upstairs.
I drifted through a sharp turn and make my way to the highway. What the hell happened back there, why did Talon trade a empty crate, but killed the Black Badge before they opened the crate. I think back to the conversation and put the pieces together.
The Black Badge is in bed with Talon as they give Talon money in exchange for weapons to be sold to local arms dealers. However, Black Badge lost a lot of profit when I started stealing weapons and killing local arms dealers. So why have a trade that involves a empty container...The crate was all for show... TO LURE ME OUT INTO THE OPEN! ARRGHHH! It was a trap all along. Talon lured me out for killing off their partner and now they have seen my face.
I pull into the HQ and I get out of the car, wheezing. I removed the body armor, allowing by chest to no longer be restrained, and make my way upstairs. I was in a conflict emotions tonight as I was served up the near death experience of my life. I fall asleep and prepare for a better tomorrow.
A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. More characters of Overwatch will enter later on. More chapters avalible on Wattpad if you want a early look. Until then, aidios
-Wuss