"Checkmate," Efi said as she took a black piece off the board after attacking it with a hopping red piece.

"This is the last time I am going to tell you. This is checkers. You do not say 'checkmate' in checkers, only in chess," Genji informed her, managing to surpass his annoyance after 'checkmate' was said at least half a dozen. He could swear this eleven-year-old was doing it just to get on his nerves.

"But it's called 'checkers'. Why is checkmate meant for chess when checkers has the actual word in it?" Efi remarked.

Genji raised his hands defensively. "I don't make the rules," he claimed as he stole another three red pieces from her army.

"Really? I swear you do. 'Cuz, I don't think you can do that." She pointed to where her loyal red pieces were before they were abducted.

"Check the rules paper. I can take any opponents as long as it is in a diagonal line," he sniffed, acting offended, and crossed his arms.

"I bet you wrote the rules paper," Efi grumbled as she lifted the stiff paper to her face. Apparently you can, just like he said. There was even a tiny diagram with arrows just to prove its point. Efi dropped the liar rules and snapped back to the board with new determination.

When Aunt Orisa got back from the dressing room, donning her gray and blue uniform and officer badge, the room looked almost like there was no argument at all. The only tip-off was the brown coffee stain on the floor that no one bothered to clean yet. The table was placed back in the middle of the room with Morrison scanning over paperwork, Zarya staring off into space angrily, and McCree lazily watching the checkers game between Genji and Efi, half asleep. She did take her sweet time, but she didn't realize how long she took. Or maybe they were motivated by fear of Zarya.

"What did I miss?" she asked quietly.

"Nothing much. No phone calls, as usual," Morrison answered without looking up from his paperwork.

"Sometimes I hate how safe this place is," McCree said, his words distorted by a yawn.

"Maybe we could investigate Jack's house for a stolen coffee machine," Genji taunted with a smirk.

Sheriff Morrison slammed his fist down on the table. "I did NOT steal that thing!"

"Okay, okay, I believe you. Just a thought."

"Ah-HA!" Efi cried triumphantly as she made another red piece jump over four black pieces and took each one, leaving Genji with only two pieces left. She sat back with a smug expression. McCree whistled, impressed.

"Ooooohhhhhh, I see that you have learned, young padawan," Genji remarked, placing his hands together like a monk, "But I bet you have not expected THIS!" Through lightning fast strokes, Genji grabbed the black piece closest to him and zig-zagged up, down, right, and left over each red piece until there was only one lonely piece that you could imagine was saying "Help me."

Efi's jaw hung open, staring incredulously at the board. "Uuuuggggghhhhhhh," she groaned as she banged her forehead on the tabletop.

Genji started gathering all the pieces to his side as if this were a poker game. "Haha, I am the ruler of checkers!"

"Should have warned you about checkers against Genji. We never play against him anymore because he always wins," Orisa sighed. Now Efi understood why he wanted to play checkers against her. An easy target that had no idea what was coming. His strategy was also subtle. Make the opponent think they are winning and getting cocky then go for the final strike.

"Want to play another round?" Genji asked.

"No," Efi pouted, "Is there a TV?"

McCree chuckled. "No-can-do kiddo. The only TV that works around here is a big, fat one and it's broken."

Efi perked up at the word "broken", the gears in her head were turning and Aunt Orisa noticed such.

"Efi," Orisa drawled warningly, "I do not think that is the best idea. . . ."

"But I can fix it! I have my tool box with me and I'll be careful. I can do it! Please!" Efi pleaded, adding in puppy-dog eyes at the end for good measure.

"Do you even know how to fix a TV?"

"Yes! What do you think I learned in college?"

"Wait, this kid went to college?" McCree butt in, suddenly fully awake.

Efi and Orisa ignored him. "Please! I promise I'll be careful. Pretty please!" Efi intensified her gaze.

Orisa tried to put up a fight, but how do you tell a kid "no"? With puppy-dog eyes too? After a moment's struggle, Orisa eventually gave in. "Fine, but do be careful."

Efi practically leaped with joy. "Yes!" She sprinted through the door. She came back a second later sheepishly. "Where is the TV?"

Orisa sighed. "Follow me." She sauntered through the doorway and down the hall, dreading the email to Efi's parents if she got hurt, not even a week into being in America. Efi skipped behind at her heels, humming cheerfully what sounded like the "pop-goes-the-weasel" tune.

After travelling down three and a half hallways, they finally came to a dark hallway with the only source of light being a flicking bulb at the other end like in a horror film. In the middle of the horror hallway was a sad black box. Upon closer inspection however, it had a gray screen to the front. Dust had formed over every surface facing the sky, the dust almost felt squishy which made Efi shutter. Ah, yes, this was the TV.

Orisa stepped closer, bent down and lifted the heavy TV with all her might, her arms barely encircling the large thing. Even for a lady like Aunt Orisa, this thing was hard to carry. Efi did her best to help, but that only consisted of her lightly placing her hands under the other side of the TV and walking backwards.

As they reached the main entrance, they noticed Zarya coming down the hall from the main police room. "Are you going on a patrol?" Orisa asked.

"Yes, you never know vhat might happen," Zarya replied simply and slipped out the front door.

They continued down the hall and shuffled into the main police room. McCree looked up from staring at the table. "Huh, she wasn't kiddin'," he commented. All three men quietly watched with interest.

Orisa placed the heavy TV onto the table and immediately Efi pounced on it. Magically appearing in her hands, Efi snapped her tool box open and glanced only once before selecting a phillips screwdriver. She unscrewed each screw from the back of the TV and removed the thick piece of plastic. The inside made her cringe. It was a complicated mess of wires and dust, some wires were just black from being fried and others were even cut. One wire even looked like it almost caught on fire. The microchip seemed to be in the worst condition, half being black and brown and charred from overuse, and a tiny hole made its way through the corner before it was stopped. It was a miracle that it didn't catch fire like Aunt Orisa's robot hamster, guinea pig thing. The only thing that was saved was the fan that surprisingly looked to be in good condition.

"Why didn't you just throw this away?" Efi asked. All eyes fell on McCree.

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Heh, must have put it down and forgot about it," the last part must have been a lie if he knew where it was.

Efi tutted. "No matter, I shall go on!" She cried heroically, pointing a finger to the sky, or the ceiling.

"She almost sounds like Reinhardt," Morrison muttered to himself.

Efi reached in and did her best to unscrew the fan without further damage. Once the fan was removed and safely placed in the beginning of the "okay" pile, she began the treacherous work of removing the wires. If only if she had brought her gloves, the risk of injury wouldn't have been as high. One by one, she unplugged, pulled, and sometimes violently ripped wire after wire.

With the inside mostly rid of wires, Efi ever so carefully unscrewed the burnt microchip from its holder and lifted it up and over onto the large "oh, get it away" pile. The rest of the interior was clear, and the wires to the screen seemed to be fine.

"How do you know how to do this?" Genji asked from behind her, his eyes wide and somewhat confused.

Efi smiled smugly before answering, "I was super smart so Mama and Dad sent me to college to learn engineering. I think I got it from Dad. My earliest memory has to be him fixing the car, so . . ." her eyes turned downcast, "yeah. . . ." She then focused her attention back to the dissected TV.

Genji began to ask her all sorts of questions, with McCree joining in. She knew the answers to most of them, but some just left her confused. After a while, they ran out of steam, McCree retreated to a chair and promptly fell asleep and Genji decided to scan through the newspaper, bored.

Efi turned to the pile of throwaways and sighed at how large it was. In order to get this thing working again she would have to go to an appliance shop. Efi eyed her aunt from the side of the TV, who was sitting across the table with a book. "Aunt Orisssaaaaaa," Efi sneakily droned.

Orisa looked up from her book with a raised eyebrow, she didn't like that tone of voice. "Yes?"

"You think you could maybe take me to the appliance store for a couple wires?" Efi asked.

"Not if you wanna keep your job," Morrison interrupted before the conversation even started.

Orisa took this warning and told Efi, trying to be firm, "We can go later this week Efi."

Efi groaned loudly, however. "It's going to take forever to fix this, then. Probably going to have to make a list, but forget something anyway. . . ." she continued to mumble to herself for knows how long as she began tinkering inside the TV again.

"Hey," Genji whispered to her from the side, "do you know what's a good way to pass the time?"

"Don't you dare-"

"Checkers."

Eventually, at about eight in the evening, Orisa had to drive Efi back to her house. Efi hated to admit that she still had a bedtime of nine pm. They said goodbye to the other officers and began the short journey down three streets of shops, gardens, and houses.

On the drive down Route 66, however, as Efi was questioning who named these streets, a red car drove up from the other lane. Out of curiosity, for this was the only other car she had seen being driven in this town, she looked for the driver behind the wheel.

However the eyes of the other driver made her feel very cold and unsafe, even though there was a police officer right next to her. It was as if- no, that was a silly thought.

When they pulled into the driveway of Aunt Orisa's house, Efi slowly climbed out and sauntered to the porch. Only to discover that half on the parts of the dead robot hamster thing were gone!

"I bet it was that cat," Efi muttered bitterly as Orisa unlocked the door.

"What?"

Hello, hello, I am back again! The one and only Angelfishcake!

This chapter was pretty much a continuation of the former, I needed to get this one down in order to pick up more steam. I need to get more characters in, though. . . .

Hey, you saw what I did with the street names? Huh, huh? *elbows your elbow*

Oh, and thank you MammothKing for reviewing, I'm gonna have fun with Reinhardt.

Also, Genji's not a cyborg, I know its hard to imagine him not a cyborg, but do not worry. I have big plans for him. Big plans! Mwha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! *fades into the shadows* *pokes head out*

Please review and stay creative!