A/N: Early chapter for TF2 JUNGLE INFERNO UPDATE! YEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHAAAAWWW!

It felt like no more than a few minutes when Debbie fell asleep when she was suddenly awoken from her slumber. She looked at her watch and found it was around six in the morning. She looked to her right and almost got a heart attack.

Standing next to her bed was Delta.

"Jeezus Delta, don't scare me like that," Debbie said as she got up. "What's up?"

"One of our patients tried to escape," the robot said, despite having no visible mouth. "However, we were able to restrain her without much difficulty."

"How long ago was this?"

"About three and a half hours ago."

"Wait, what?! Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked tired, so I decided to wait."

Debbie sighed. "Next time, wake me when something like this happens," she said. "What about the others?"

"As far as I know, they should be still asleep. Only the one that tried to escape is awake."

"Does anyone else know yet?"

"Negative, I figured that you would be the first to know."

"Go and prep her for questioning, let me freshen up first."

"As you wish, Mother." Delta said and left the room.

Debbie didn't mind that the robot called her 'Mother', though it was strange that Delta referred Debbie as a mother instead of a master, like what most robots would do. She put the picture she still clutched back on the dresser. She brushed her hair and put it back into a ponytail and rolled up her sleeves.

She walked to the area of the base where the the interrogation rooms were. Delta was standing by the door to where the survivor was in.

"Which one acted up?" Debbie asked.

"The one with the strange device on her chest," Delta responded. "Capturing her was easy but she gave us some difficulty for a while."

"Why?"

"It seems that the subject as a limited ability to teleport. However she can only teleport a few feet and can only do so much before she has to "rest" and teleport again."

"So like a weak version of the twin's teleport?"

"I believe so, we were able to tranquilizer her, tie her up, throw her in a room filled with motion-sensor cameras, and had a team of Sniper bots trained on her in the room."

"That's seems a bit overkill, but ok."

The two entered the room. The escapee was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room. A RED Soldier bot stood behind her with a shotgun in its hands, a BLU Sniper bot stood on one side of the room with its sniper rifle trained on her, and a RED Heavy bot stood by the door with its minigun.

"Everyone out, Delta stand guard."

The robots nodded and left. The Sniper bot was the last to leave and kept its sights on the escapee until it was by the door, and Delta closed the door after it left.

Debbie pulled up a chair and sat across from the woman. "So, care to explain yourself young lady?" Debbie asked.

As she waited for a response, she looked over the woman, short brown hair, petite, and wearing some kind of yellow skintight bodysuit and aviator jacket. "Probably around my age, well, minus a shit ton of years that is. Are we going to get an answer or what?"

The woman huffed and crossed her arms in response.

"Ok, you don't have to answer, guess we have to get that answer from your friends then...Delta have the robots come back in."

As Delta went to open the door, the woman disappeared from Debbie's view. Debbie quickly turned around and saw the woman was trying to head to the door. A silenced pistol appeared in her hand and she fired a round into her leg.

The woman fell to the ground in pain.

Delta immediately stopped and reformed her hand into a blade.

"Get the three back in here and get a Med bot." Debbie said as she pressed the barrel of the gun in the back of her neck.

Delta nodded and opened the door. The three bots came back in and took over for Debbie. "Face her to me," she said to the Soldier bot as it picked her up by the scruff of her collar. "You better be grateful, got it? I didn't have my sister pull you and your friends out of a burning plane for nothing."

Debbie exited the room and found Delta returning with a BLU Med bot. "Another survivor has awoken, she's in the Med-Bay."

"Good, stay with her."


The Med-Bay still looked the same as it did back in 1968. Sniper bots stood watch in the rafters while Med bots checked over the survivors, their beds separated by white curtains.

Debbie entered the Med-Bay and was greeted by a RED Med bot.

"Guten tag Frau Debbie!" it said. "Zhe patient is zhis way."

"Zhe patient says she's a doctor and cooperated vell vith us," it continued. "She's villing to sort zhis mess out. Her name is Mercy, zhough I suspect it is some kind of codename."

"Got it."

The two approached the person's bed and the Med bot opened the privacy curtain. "Fraulein Mercy, mein superior is here to talk vith you."

Mercy was a white skinned woman with white hair. She had on a simple white shirt on.

"I have other zhings to attend to." the Med bot said before wheeling off somewhere else.

"Good day, Ms. Mercy," Debbie said. "My name is Debbie Conagher, but you can just call me Debbie for now."

"Angela," she said.

"What?"

"My name's Angela, I felt since you gave your name. It's only proper that I give mine."

"Ah, ok...do you know where you are right now?"

She shook her head.

"Ok, do you know what happened in the past twelve hours?"

"Not really, something about crashing...?"

"Well, you did crash. About three miles from here you and your friends crashed. You're lucky we pulled you guys before you and your friends became plane flambé."

"Anyways, I just want to ask you some questions and send you four on your merry wa-"

'SLAM!'

"Let go of me!"

"Doctor! Help now!"

"Ja, hold still schweinhund. Zhis will sting a bit."

"Oh you are not sticking another needle in me, love!"

"Tracer?!" Angela shouted.

"Tracer? So that's her name...don't worry about her, she's just getting sedated again." Debbie said. "Trying to escape without talking to us, guess getting shot didn't make her learn her lesson."

"What?! You shot her!"

"Yeah, she was escaping a second time. It was a superficial wound anyways, not even close to killing her. Now can we continue?"

Angela had a concerned look on her face. Debbie could tell she was worried for her friend's well being, and she understood.

"If it consoles you, I didn't want to do it either. But that's how things run down here."

Eventually the chaos stopped and it was quiet again in the Med-Bay.

The interview hesitantly went on with Angela, turns out the four belonged to a U.N made military group called Overwatch, which had been disbanded and now back together as a vigilante group.

"Overwatch huh..." Debbie said, feigning surprise. In reality, she did know what Overwatch was. She and her sisters watched as the U.N created military fought rouge robots, or "omnics", how it was torn apart by corruption, and how they became a vigilante group fighting against the terrorist organization, Talon.

She also recognized two of the members as the original members of the team, Angela and Tracer. But what she found strange was that neither looked...old. If anything the two should be in their fifties or something.

Personally, she didn't really care about what happened outside of the base, as long as whatever problem out there didn't affect them then it was best ignored. After all, the four were still considered criminals because of their status as mercenaries. They couldn't rely on Mann Co. or any of its subsidiaries to get them out of trouble unlike how they did in the past.

But weren't these guys technically mercenaries as well, after all they are operating illegally...

"Ok, so I got your and Tracer's names, but who's the other two?" Debbie asked.

"Their names are Pharah and Mei."

"Ok, now as long as nothing else happens I assure you we'll get you four out of here asap. Bye."

"Wait, I want to ask you some questions."

"What then?"

"Where are we?"

"Teufort, New Mexico. That's all I can say."

Debbie left and closed the curtain behind her. She checked on Tracer, who was now asleep again on a gurney. She turned to Delta for an explanation.

"She got physical," the robot explained. "Luckily we were able to overpower her and bring her here for sedation."

"Keep an eye out on her."

"Affirmative."

She left the Med-Bay and headed for the kitchen for a drink. "God, not even past seven and I'm downing one, fuck me..." she thought as she grabbed a beer.

"Yah up already?" Debbie turned and saw Stella walk in. She was wearing an athletic bra and black shorts and had a towel around her neck. "Ah kinda figured that yah'd be still asleep."

"Interviewed some of the survivors, why are you up?"

"Ah work out early on Sundays, ah thought yah don't drink in the mornings."

"I don't. I just need it right now. Do you always work out like that?"

"Not always, mah shirts are in the wash right now."

"Oh..."

"Why does it BOTHER yah?"

"No, no, I was just asking. I'm just having flashbacks of when you work out like that when the guys were here."

"Oh! Uh yeah...that awkward...they were staring right?"

Flashback

Year 1968

Debbie walked down the hallway of RED base. She had just finished talking about battle scheme that they were going to pull off for tomorrow's battle with Engineer and decided to discuss it with her sisters so they would understand it.

She decided to find Stella and talk it over with her first, since, well, she is the one of the main attackers of the team. Debbie didn't know where she was though. After a few minutes of searching, she came across a group consisting of Soldier, Scout, Demo, and Sniper all looking into a room from the doorway.

She mentally recalled the layout of the building and determined it was the training room, but why were these guys looking into there?

"What are you guys doing?" she asked.

The four jumped and had mini heart attacks.

"Well?"

The group nudged Scout. "Well, uh, you see...ahh..well..." Needless to say, the four looked extremely flustered and cheeks were bright red. "Why don't you look for yourself?"

Debbie took one look in the room before turning back to the four.

"You are fucking pervs you know that right?" she hissed.

Inside said room was none other than the human Sentry herself. The aforementioned female was lifting weights, but in a rather questionable attire of an athletic bra, some shorts, and her work shoes. Her hat sat on the side and her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail. From the doorway the men had a clear view of her, but it didn't seem that she could see them back.

Debbie would've stopped them, but then again, she decided for the four to deal with the consequences. Minutes after she left, there was an explosion that left a very miffed, no FURIOUS, female and four barely alive males.

Present Day

"Yup, surprised you didn't catch them staring during your workout."

"Don't remind me...so what did they have to say?"

"They're from Overwatch."

"Overwatch? Yah mean that robot killing government military group?"

"Yup."

"Huh, wonder why dey here anyways...? Not like there's any terrorist groups in America that is."

"True, I wondered that too. From what the news says, Talon operations had always been in Europe/Asia. Is it possible that they could've moved here?"

"Doubt it, if dey can't hold it back at home, how'd dey supposed to hold the fort down here?"

"Beats me..."

Suddenly an alarm went off.

"Fuck, meet in the control room, after you get dressed that is."

Meanwhile...

Angela was still a bit uneasy after her talk with Debbie. Even though the Southern woman had assured her that no harm to her or her teammates, she felt that something was off with her. It also didn't help with the amount of security watching over them, especially with that silver colored robot, who seemed to appear out of nowhere every now and then to check up on them.

Which meant any escape was virtually impossible, as demonstrated by Lena, especially since none of them had their gear or weapons.

Fareeha and Mei had both woken up already and she had already explained to the two about their current situation.

"This is just one big mess..." Angela said with a sigh. "One mess right into another."

"Well, it could be worse," Mei said. "We could be still in the desert."

"Don't forget we are still considered prisoners," Fareeha said. "And Angela is right about trusting whoever is in charge here, someone who is hospitable wouldn't have this much security to watch us."

"And don't forget that Lena was shot already." Angela added.

The curtains behind them opened up and revealed the silver colored robot.

"Your friend had woken up, and I suppose you would want to speak with her. Do you mind if I bring her over?"

"Not at all."

The robot nodded and closed the curtains. They soon opened again with Lena and the robot.

"Now don't try to do anything stupid again," the robot warned. "If not..." it pointed up towards the snipers standing in the rafters.

The robot closed the curtains as it left, leaving the four to themselves.

"Lena! What were you thinking?" Angela scolded. "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

The Brit blinked, still a bit drowsy from the sedative. "I thought I could've get out of here," she said. "But I didn't except this much omnics to be in here, love."


"Three aircraft flying in a triangular formation. Search party?" Stella asked.

"I doubt it," Debbie said as she looked at the radar. "Considering the four we have in the Med-Bay are Overwatch members, I have a hunch that these are Talon aircrafts."

"What makes you think that they're Talon?"

"Well, their ship was damaged somehow and I doubt it was mechanical failure. Only other way was it was shot at as they were running away."

"But why now are they coming? I mean wouldn't someone want to chase them like immediately and not wait like a day?"

Debbie tapped her chin in thought. "You're right...that is strange. The four would've gotten away at this point, but unless there some kind of trackin-oh shit..."

"What?"

"A tracking device! Crap, that's what I forgot to scan them for!" Debbie said with alarm. "Go to the armory and have the robots scan for any foreign material on any of their gear!"

"Got it!" the Sentry said as she bolted from the room, passing by the twins as they walked in.

"What's going on, Debbie?" Tai asked.

"Three planes just came in on our radar, and I have a good feeling that they are coming here." Debbie said. "You two, head to Outpost Alpha and radio in if you see them."

"Right!" and with that the twins disappeared in a blink.

Debbie turned back to the radar. "Hoo boy, this ain't gonna be pretty...at least for them that is." she said with a small smirk.

A/N: TF2 decided to update! Yay! The only thing I hate is that I cannot play TF2 until winter! So...fack. Besides that, let me know how you like things so far.

Till next time,

-D.W