Airspace Above Portugal

Most of the Overwatch crew were in a large dropship flying towards Lisbon at full speed, most of them were in main compartment, doing last minute checks, Tracer and Winston were in the ship's cockpit at the front, Tracer being the pilot and Winston the flight engineer, behind the cockpit was a separate room which held D. Va's large mech, the mid and rear part of the ship was the main crew compartment, it was very simplistic, with the only form of seating being benches against the wall and felt grids covering the rear walls, there was a central isle which 76 was walking up and down, studying everyone as they prepared themselves for the upcoming operation, there was also the small stench of burnt tobacco which came from McCree's cigar, on one segment of the benches near the back on the left side sat Ana, Pharah and Mercy, with Vancouver leaning against the wall nearest to the back of the ship, next to the drop ramp which was currently closed, Pharah was putting the upper portion of her armour on, which was slowly covering the tight, black jumpsuit she wore underneath, Ana doing the usual mom thing kept intervening in something her Daughter had done a hundred times over, "Mother I don't need your help with this" Pharah complained as she was putting her rocket pods and arm armour on, "I just want to make sure you're doing it correctly" her mother responded, "yeah, you don't know if you've accidently shoved your make-up in one of those pods", Vancouver joked, Ana chuckled while Pharah just frowned, she couldn't believe it, she was being scolded as a captain by a foreigner with no background and worse, her mother was doing nothing about it!, as she was about to throw a comment back she felt a hand on her armour-cladded left shoulder, she turned and saw Mercy looking at her, "don't let him get to you Fareeha" she said with soothing Germanic voice, Pharah smiled and nodded, if anything would put a smile of her face, it would be Angela's charm.

At the other end of the room Brisbane was sitting with Zarya and Reinhardt, he was wearing all of his bulky SWAT gear, it was at a bare-bones level a black-ridged jumper with black, tactical trousers, but piled on top of that was a mixture of large Kevlar plates, equipment, his SWAT helmet which had a polycarbonate visor, some thick elbow, knee and shin pads, a large metal beam on his lower left arm which contained his ricco-shield, and the two large capacitors which powered it, with all of this and his muscular build he was bulky, slightly more than Zarya who was sitting next to him on his left, she saw him still fiddling with his Lil' Lewis machine gun, she also had a big weapon of her own, her white particle cannon was rather large and also weird looking as it had a glowing orb hovering in the middle of the guns structure, she then heard a huff from her left side, she turned and saw the climatologist Mei and her pet drone Snowball, she was struggling with her endothermic blaster which seemed unusual, "are you okay?" Zarya questioned, "no, the main valve on my damn blaster has frozen up" Mei's petite voice replied, she grunted as she placed all of her might in a twisting action but to no avail, she signed in defeat and leaned back, "pass me it, I see what I can do" Zarya said holding her arm out, Mei passed the blaster to her and the Russian inspected it, it seemed the blue vial on the side of the gun was the valve which had frozen up, Mei had to twist every time to let more of the blue cryogenic liquid into the gun when it ran low, Zarya grabbed the vial with her hand and twisted hard, after some resistance there was the sound of ice cracking, then the tank on the back of the blaster filled up with the blue liquid, she passed it back to Mei who pulled the trigger softly and created a small frosty puddle on the floor, "wow thanks Zarya" Mei thanked, "don't worry about it" Zarya replied.

The hissing noises of all the quiet conversations in the compartment were silenced when static came over the intercom, Tracer's cheerful voice came over the line, "ladies and gentlemen we will be landing shortly in the great city of Lisbon, may I remind all of you to remain seated, all trays are in the upright position and all cigarettes are put out … I'm looking at you especially McCree" she joked, most of the gang had smiles form on their faces, even on McCree's, Tracer always knew how to keep people feeling cheerful, "this is a serious mission, not some walk in a park" Vancouver scolded again, "come on man where's your sense of humour?" Lúcio replied with D. Va on his right, Baron who was on his left leaned over to him, "he doesn't have one" he whispered to the DJ, Lúcio looked at him and silently nodded, he also saw Pretoria sitting after Baron messing with the scope on her rifle, after a while the engines of the ship seemed to get slowly quieter, 76 taking this as a que they there going to land grabbed a strap on the roof of the compartment, then the entire ship shook as the landing legs made contact with the ground, the engines winded down and Vancouver moved closer to Ana as the drop ramp opened revealing the night time environment, D. Va got up and walked along the ship the compartment which held her mech, everyone else walked out the back.

Lisbon, Portugal

Everyone was now gathered on what seemed like a large concrete pier, they saw some buildings towards the north across a road and turning around the large expanse of water known as the Río Tajo was to the south, after a while Tracer and Winston came out from the back after shutting the ship's systems down, after some more time from the side of the ship, D. Va in her large pink mech came up to the group, "okay are we all ready?" 76 said to them all, "fusions cannons are good, hydraulics are good, power's good, yep I'm ready" D. Va called out after she checked her systems, the green glow from the instruments lighting up her face, "okay then let's get this done lads" Brisbane implored, slapping the visor of his helmet down so it covered his face, the entire squad started running north across the main road and into the narrow streets.

The whole squad was now walking between the orange coloured walls of the narrow streets, the only sounds being the heavy footsteps and shaking of gear on bodies, after studying the layout of the museum and its surrounding area the team had agreed to take positions just outside the museums large courtyard, they were certain it would be used as a gathering point for Talon, while moving Baron broke his double-rifle open, he saw the two large Nitro rounds in the barrels, both with untouched primers ready to be hit, he slammed the gun closed again and then looked up, Hanzo and Genji had just left them, they had climbed up the walls of the buildings to get a vantage point over the courtyard, the rest of the team finally came up to the crossroad which was just north of the courtyard, "why is everything so quiet?, you would guess the army would've shown up by now" Mercy pointed out, "I was on the line with the Portuguese high command, I told them to keep their men back and let us deal with it, and it seems they've listened" Winston explained, 76 gathered them all up, "okay all of you stay here, but Tracer, Baron, Pretoria, Ana and Vancouver on me" he said, he walked up what seemed like a fire escape on the side of the building and the people who he called out followed him up.

They were now on the roof of the building, the six agents walked up to the edge of the roof while keeping a low profile, they were now looking down on the large courtyard which was in front of the museum's entrance, and surprise-surprise the courtyard was filled with crates, vehicles and Talon soldiers walking around, they all seemed relaxed as they thought they had completely evaded the authorities, "okay so this is what we're dealing with?" Tracer said to the others, "yep I'm looking at this and I guess we will have to go through the front door" 76 strategized, Ana looked down on the figures with the scope on her rifle, "they just look like normal soldiers, the sort of wimps Talon employs to do the boring stuff" she called out, when she focused her scope on the stairs leading up to the doors however there was a figure she didn't recognize, she was in a shiny purple trench coat with purple hair in a wild style, looking at her skin she seemed to be Hispanic in origin, "who is that?" she said to herself, "who's who?" 76 questioned, "on the stairs in front of the doors" Ana directed, 76 hit a button on his visor which magnified the image he was seeing, he recognized the women almost immediately, "it's her" he said bluntly, "who?" Tracer said confused, just getting into the conversation they were having, "Sombra, the one who hacked into Athena, it seems like McCree was right to be concerned" 76 explained, "what can she exactly do?" Baron asked, "we don't know exactly, but I'm guessing she has a few hacking tricks up her sleeve", 76 continued, "well I have a trick up my sleeve too" Vancouver boasted, he pulled out what looked like a small black box with an antenna sticking out of that, "this is an electronic jammer, it is designed to interfere with the electronic device it is place next to and causes it to short out and destroy itself" he explained, "so you can use that on all of their electronics?" Ana questioned, "yes, I just need to get myself close enough so I can place it on the electronic in question" Vancouver continued, "okay now people here's what we are doing, me, Tracer and Baron will go back down and start the attack, Ana and Pretoria you two set up a sniper crossfire" 76 ordered, he then looked over to Vancouver, "and Vancouver… do what you do best" he asked, "with pleasure" Vancouver nodded, he got up and started walking along the roof towards the museum, but his body slowly turned translucent as his clock activated, within a few moments he was invisible, the other agents except for Ana and Pretoria went back down to ground level.

Many soldiers would tell you that the moment before all the carnage of a shootout was to happen, the scene would be a pristine silence, that's exactly what the environment was filled with, silence, as Pretoria sat on the roof alone (Ana had found another position on a building opposite to her across the courtyard) all she could hear was the gentle wind brushing against her hair and the sound of a distant night-time Lisbon, she checked the wind with her finger and then dialled it in on the windage dial on her scope, she looked through it again, the magnified view had a thin vertical and horizontal line which intersected in the middle to show the point of aim (it was basically a duplex crosshair), there was also a small range chart in the bottom left corner, it had some writing underneath it, "RANGE AT 12X MAGNIFICATION, MAX DISTANCE 1200 YARDS", it was used by fitting a standing person in between the lines and reading the distance number the figure was closest to, she still used it despite the existence of laser rangefinders.

Her train of thought however was derailed as the sound of an explosion ripped through the silence, she looked down and saw that Baron had thrown one of his Mills bombs, taking out two guards, then as all of Talon operatives were working out what was going on, the whole of Overwatch charged into the large courtyard, taking cover behind anything they could find, Pretoria checked the safety was off on her rifle and looked down the scope, placing the crosshair over Sombra's body, after steadying herself she pulled the trigger, the rifle recoiled and was quite loud, it did fire a rather large service rifle cartridge, but all that power was wasted as the bullet barely scraped past Sombra's coat and hit the stone behind her, Sombra looked in surprise and wasted no time running into cover, "Kak!" Pretoria swore under her breath as she pulled the bolt on her rifle up and back, ejecting the empty brass case, she slammed the bolt forward and down chambering the next round, did she forget the zero the scope before she left?, she decided to find out by placing her crosshair over a Talon soldier who was giving Tracer some issue, she pulled the trigger and a white puff hit the soldier as the bullet found its mark, knocking him to the ground, the last round was probably just bad luck (or very good luck for Sombra's case), she shrugged it off and continued to chamber a new round and continued shooting.

"Cheers luv" Tracer said to herself as she saw the Talon soldier take a round from Pretoria to the chest, she blinked behind a load of crates to let her pulse pistols recharge, she saw to her left Baron, Mei and Brisbane running up behind a van and taking cover, Brisbane stood out and fired his weapon, the machine gun making a loud chatter as it flung rounds downrange, he was hit a couple of times but his Kevlar plates absorbed the bullets preventing harm to the policeman, he hid behind cover again and pushed the empty drum off the top of the gun, "hey George, can you try to disperse them?" he asked Baron who was next to him, currently pulling the pin on a gas grenade, "coming right up" he replied, throwing the grenade towards the museum, the grenade landed at a group of Talons and exploded, creating a large green, chlorine cloud, "idiotas!, get away from the gas!" Sombra screamed at the top of her voice knowing the consequences, some of the soldiers got away fast enough, but some collapsed on the ground, coughing and retching after inhaling the gas, Sombra grumbled at the sight, how do they call themselves soldiers when they fall to such a primitive weapon of war?

Speaking of primitive, the battle for the courtyard had turned from a sleek military operation to the battle of the Somme, both sides being entrenched and not giving an inch, 76 who was following up behind D. Va's mech and with Lúcio beside him had to figure out how to break this deadlock, as he was thinking a piecing voice in the atmosphere beat him to it…

"JUSTICE RAINS FROM ABOVE!"

Looking up he saw Pharah hovering above the battlefield, shooting out her massive rocket barrage, Mercy was also behind her, staying up by her angelic wings and with her beam locked firmly on the Egyptian captain, the rockets hit their marks, sending equipment, concrete and Talon soldiers flying, seeing the opening after the barrage, Baron pulled out his own 'ability', his cherished silver whistle, he blew a short and then a long tone through it, the sound going through the air like it was the great war all over again, taking this as the que that Baron wanted them to move, all the Overwatch agents pulled themselves up and ran forwards towards the museum, "OVER THE TOP! DON'T EVEN STOP FOR A MOMENT!" Baron screamed at the top of his voice as he charged forward, with Brisbane and Tracer on each side, with adrenaline pumping through her, Tracer felt like she was running faster with Baron's 'motivation', one soldier did try to put up resistance, but with the sight of the whole of Overwatch charging at him he just froze, Baron pulled up his double-rifle and fired a shot at the soldier, causing him to fly back as the massive round dug into his chest, they all reached the doors and finally stopped, some of them catching their breath, "now that is how we do a charge!" Reinhardt said in joy, "mates, that is how us British did it back in the trenches, running across no man's land even with a machine gun tearing at us" Baron said, breaking his double-rifle open to replace the round he fired, Pharah and Mercy came down from the air, "those are reckless and outdated tactics but even so they worked" Pharah recalled as she watched the whole charge from the air, she was then interrupted by Ana and Pretoria who had gotten off the roofs and were just behind them, "Sombra ran back into the museum, I tried to take her out but she was too fast" Ana explained, 76 just looked down, "well that doesn't matter for now, now we get inside that building and get rid of the rest" he commanded, everyone nodded and prepared for the next step.

The main hall of the museum was huge, the white coloured walls were cladded with paintings and works of art, Sombra came in running from one of the corridors and went to the centre of the room where Reaper and Widowmaker were standing, "amigos, Overwatch are here, and they have the Alkinson's with them too" she quickly explained to them both, unbeknownst to them all, on a railing above them, was a disguised Vancouver listening to their conversation, he had already silently stabbed and shot his way through the Talon rear-guard, "I see all of them, they're in the main hall planning for a counter-attack" he whispered over his microphone, "copy that" Genji's voice replied, the two Shimada's were on the roof of the museum looking though one of the skylights, "okay, we will try to hold them all off, the rest of you get as many art pieces out of here" Reaper commanded to all of his troops, "that means move faster you idiots!" Widowmaker shouted, all the soldiers jumped slightly and moved at a faster rate, Vancouver walked along the walkway, looking down the main hall, he then passed a Talon who was fooled by the disguise, Vancouver then quickly pinned the Talon against the wall and stabbed him in the throat, the guard fell to the ground choking on his own blood, Vancouver saw some red on his jacket, "you got blood on my uniform" he snarled while scanning the Talons body, every time he attacked he lost his disguise and had to get a new one, he hit a button on the screen on his left arm and his body shimmered in a film of pixels, he emerged as the soldier he had just stabbed and continued walking.

The whole building was filled with gunfire as Overwatch made their way inside, to the main Talons it sounded distant as it echoed through the halls, this kept them on edge as they continued to observe their minions carry paintings and other works of art out of the hall, as Sombra leaned against a column she felt something land on her shoulder, she ignored it at first but then a few seconds later she felt it again, she felt her shoulder with her hand and retracted it, her eyes widened as she saw it was blood, she looked up and saw blood dripping off the upper walkway, from the soldier who Vancouver had stabbed earlier, "theirs a…"

"CRASH!"

Before Sombra could even warn Reaper and Widowmaker, Genji and Hanzo came crashing through the large skylight on the ceiling, showering the three Talons and their minions with glass, Genji immediately started slashing with his katana while Hanzo started shooting arrows out, Reaper growled as he pulled out his shotguns to return fire, Widowmaker picked herself back up after being hit by a painting and also returned fire with her Widow's kiss, Sombra ran back, through the hallways to get more soldiers, but when she passed a doorway a foot tripped her up, she landed on the floor face first but spun around and sprayed the area with her machine pistol, the doorway was filled with holes but nobody was there, she got up and slowly, with gun drawn walked through, it was a small room which had a stairway on the other side which led up to the higher floors, but even though it was quiet she still felt like she wasn't the only one present, feeling something behind her she spun around holding her gun out, but it was blocked by the black-cladded figure, "oh I see it is you, the annoying Canadian" she said smugly, Vancouver then swung his leg up and kicked the gun out of Sombra's hand, he stood there in a fencing position with his knife, "promise not to bleed on my uniform and I'll kill you quickly women" he taunted, Sombra just kept on smirking and kicked her leg up, she missed his hand and in the opportunity he lashed forward, he managed to slightly catch her coat, cutting through the felt down to the flesh underneath her left bosom, Sombra gasped slightly from the pain but returned to her smug expression even as blood started to slowly run out of the wound, "is that all you have amor?" she flirted, Vancouver was still not bothered by her comment, "please don't make this more painful on yourself" he advised, the two continued to trade punches, kicks and slashes until Sombra decided she had enough, she waved her hand in front of her face and went invisible, Vancouver stood there and smiled, "so this women has a cloak as well?" he thought to himself, he looked around and saw that her machine pistol was no ware in sight, but as he was about to turn around he felt the cold steel of a barrel being pushed against the back of his head, "sorpresa hijo de puta" Sombra's cold voice said, she pulled the trigger and sprayed the floor with his brains and blood, his limp body fell to the ground and a small pool of blood started to form, Sombra just chuckled at the sight, "I though you would at least plead for your life, but I praise you for being…"

She was cut off when she felt something stab into her right kidney, she yelled as a hand wrapped around her stomach, keeping her pinned to the attacker, "you really are bleak minded aren't you" Vancouver's voice passed right by her ear, "w-what? I killed you!" she spat out, with a mixture of pain and worry in her voice, she looked down on the floor and saw the 'dead' Vancouver slowly fade away into the aether, "for me women, even death can be deceptive" he quoted, he twisted the knife in her, enjoying her whimper with every movement, he then pulled out the blood-soaked steel and brought it up to her neck, "any last words?" he taunted her, "yes…vete a la mierda canadiense", she hit something on her arm and then flashed in a bright purple light, Vancouver covered his eyes as it blinded him, he looked back after the light dissipated and saw she was gone, he signed and cleaned the blood off his knife and placed it back in the sheath on his waist, "I will like to see you again you silly Mexican women" he muttered to himself.

"Argh bloody hell!" Baron swore to himself in anger, the whole Overwatch squad was stuck in cover in the main hallway, he was currently hiding behind a column in the wall, he saw 76, Tracer, Zarya and Brisbane taking cover behind a statue, "oi! Brisbane! Do you have that shield ready?" he shouted across over all the gunfire, "yeah mate, just need to wait for the right time" the Australian replied, "everyone pull your guns up and give him some space!" 76 roared, with that everyone peaked out of their piece of cover and fired their weapon against the Talons, this gave Brisbane enough time to pull himself out into the open, he threw his Lil' Lewis over the back of his shoulder where it was hung by a sling, he brought his left arm in front of him and on the steel bar on the lower portion punched a button, this caused a large, Plexiglas screen to snap out, covering his entire body from the front, an orange coloured forcefield formed in front of the shield, Widowmaker saw this, "everyone shoot at that shield!" she ordered, all the Talons started firing at Brisbane, but as their bullets impacted the orange shield there were small flashes of light, then the bullets were flung out back towards their origins, the Talons started dropping as their own bullets him them back, "having fun shooting yourselves?" Brisbane taunted, Widowmaker realized her mistake, "stop! That things using your bullets!" she yelled, all the Talons stopped shooting and hid behind cover, as Widowmaker was contemplating what the hell she was going to do Reaper ran up to her, "okay change of plans, Sombra has appeared at the dropship wounded, the higher-ups want us to pull out now" he explained, "but what about…" the Frenchwomen started to say, "fuck the paintings! They want us out now!" the wrath shouted, he looked over the cover and saw Overwatch moving up, he jumped up literally dragging Widowmaker with him, "get the hell out!" he yelled at the remaining soldiers, they all turned and started running for the roof exit, "those cowards are running!" Reinhardt boomed, "oh yeah, well chase after them!" Pharah ordered.

The remaining Talons were now on the roof, there was a dropship which was taking small arms fire from the ground, the Portuguese military had now arrived and surrounded the museum, the remaining Talon soldiers were now firing back over the roof trying to keep the military at bay, Reaper and Widowmaker were walking up to the dropship and its open door, Reaper leaned in and saw a stressed Sombra, who had two bandages wrapped around her stomach to cover the two wounds she had sustained, "what happened to you?" Reaper asked, "cállate" she swore back, Reaper just chuckled, "I haven't forgotten my native language" the wrath mentioned, their conversation however was interrupted by a large crash outside, D. Va had just thrusted onto the roof in her mech, with Lúcio hanging on the side, "hello scrubs, are you ready to get rekt?" the gamer smirked, she fired her fusion cannons at the group of Talon soldiers, taking them down, Sombra who saw the devastation leaned out the door, "hey there's the hacker!" Lúcio shouted, "you know gamers like me have something against hackers, time to…" but before she could finish her sentence her displays started to spark and flash purple, Sombra had just managed to hack into the mech, D. Va swore to herself, how was she this stupid to let her do that?, Lúcio tried to help as he fired his sonic amplifier back at the ship, the last three Talon soldiers who were running back to the ship fired back at the DJ, forcing him to take cover behind the mech, the soldiers jumped into the dropship and the doors closed behind them, at the roof access Tracer and 76 burst through and ran to the ship, firing at it with their weapons as it took off, D. Va managed to clear the hack out of her systems and fired at the ship, but the ship seemed to be too strong as their weapons didn't seem to do any damage, the ship slowly disappeared as it flew off into the distance.

"the bastards got away? I expected they would put up more of a fight" Baron scoffed, the whole Overwatch group were now in the courtyard, with a mixture of military and emergency personal walking around them, everyone was checking themselves and 76 had just put them through their post-battle debriefing, all their attention then focused on a man Lúcio was walking with, he seemed to be in a dark green military uniform, with tall, black boots and a dark green cap, he looked more like a general than a soldier, "so you are the ones who protected our precious national art collection?" the general said with a strong Portuguese accent, "whoa that was your national collection?" Tracer said surprised, "yes it was and if it wasn't for you all, it would be in the hands of those viscoso terrorists" the general explained, "don't mention it, we are doing everything we can to keep them at bay" 76 said, they were interrupted by a soldier who ran up to the general, handed him what looked like a message and said some things to him in Portuguese, the general turned back to the group and read off the paper "this has come in from the president himself, he is eternally grateful for what you have all done, the Portuguese nation is in your debt", all the Overwatch crew were smiling they were finally getting back into the worlds good books, "just tell him to tell his ambassadors at the UN that Overwatch is back on the map, we are here to stop those mongrels called Talon from terrorizing the world" Baron said, the general nodded at him, "I will make sure that can be arranged, anything else?" he asked, nobody said anything, "okay then, enjoy the rest of your night ladies and gentlemen" he concluded, he gave a military salute and walked off, "you've all done well people, I'm seriously proud of you" 76 congratulated, "were taking our reputation back one step at a time, but I promise you all we will be great again" Reinhardt boasted, as the group slowly went into casual conversation before they were due to return to Gibraltar, as they were all in conversation an Omnic news reported managed to snap a picture of them all, they wold later be on the front pages of all the countries of the Mediterranean, however the main person in the picture was Baron, standing at the front with Pretoria and Brisbane…

…and this is where for him and his family it would all go to hell.

March 25th 2030

Hills above Grosseto – Italy

The old man was locked on the front page of the newspaper in his hands, he was in old fashioned clothing, a yellow coat, white shirt and tie, brown trousers and black shoes, on his face he was wearing a pair of square glasses, he was sitting at his desk in a lavish room, the walls were coated in artwork, gold trimmings and a large, golden chandelier hug from the ceiling, the windows were open letting in the morning sun, it just seemed to be an average, old, rich man reading his morning newspaper, but this man was no ordinary man, he was currently the leader of a hundred-year-old crime empire, near the large red doors which were the ways in and out of the office were two large black banners, each with a golden eagle on it, it was looking to the left and its wings were curving above its head, almost touching each other, the man was interrupted by the doors opening, a younger figure walked in, he had light skin and a young face, with black hair and hazel eyes, he was wearing all black clothing, a black jacket with black trousers and black boots, these went up almost to his knees, he also wore a black legionnaires hat on his head, which was a short, rigid, cylindrical shape, to top it off he had an armband which had the eagle of the organisation on it "how is your morning today father?" the man asked in Italian walking up to the desk, the older man threw the newspaper on the desk, "take a look Alfondo" he said, Alfondo turned the paper and looked at it, his eyes immediately fixed on the picture, the picture the Omnic had taken of Overwatch in Lisbon the night before, "is that George III?" he asked his father, "yes it is my son, I believe that he has last night, broke the creed between our two organizations" the old man explained, Alfondo signed, he had a deep hatred for the Alkinson's, their feud went all the way back to before the second world war, he always wanted to finish them all off once and for all but his father stopped them all, as he had sighed the 'creed' with Baron's predecessor, Paul VI of Alkinson, "so it looks like Paul's son has broken the peace" the father said to himself, "I'll be ready to finally kill that stinking British man and his whole family!" Alfondo spat out as he turned around, "no son wait" the father said, Alfondo turned around again to face his father, "I believe that George and his family are now working with this group called Overwatch, you going by yourself will be suicide" the father explained, "so what do you want to do?" Alfondo questioned, the father leaned back in is squeaky chair and thought for a second, "you go to Novi Sad, get the leader of the Silver Eagles back here to help, I'll get in contact with the Austrian veteran and the Czech engineer, I will also send an assault squad to pay the Alkinson's and our new Overwatch friends in Gibraltar a visit" the old man set out, "okay father, I will prepare" Alfondo replied, he turned around and walked to the door, "and son" the old man called out, "yes father?" Alfondo questioned, "may we finally end this war once and for all" the old man preached, Alfondo nodded and walked through the door.

Alfondo was known by a different name, a name through his father's empire and to the Alkinson's themselves, a name he would be called in combat and a name which would fear any soldier who heard about it…

…and that name was Florence.

Translations

Kak! = crap! (Afrikaans)

Idiotas! = idiots! (Spanish)

Amigos = friends (Spanish)

Amor = love (Spanish)

sorpresa hijo de puta = surprise motherfucker (Spanish)

vete a la mierda canadiense = go fuck yourself Canadian (Spanish)

cállate = shut up (Spanish)

viscoso = slimy (Portuguese)

this is where it starts to get into the good stuff of the story, any reviews will be nice so I know if I'm doing stuff right, anyways enjoy.