This story details the adventure of the 9 TF2 Mercenaries as they travel to the future and the events that occur then.

Chapter 4: Warfare: Part 1. Mercenaries know there is always more money to be made. Heroes know there are always more people to be saved. Neither side wants to lose, and neither one will go without a fight.

Reinhardt saw the men that Winston was referring to. A strange collection of men, but they wore similar clothing to the other man fighting Tracer, so it was clear they were her enemies. Therefore, they were Reinhardt's enemies.

"You there! Fight me!" he shouted at the mercs.

Taken by surprise, the collection of what were undoubtedly Talon agents snapped their heads to look at him. Perfect; these adversaries are afraid. Save one-the large man with what appeared to be a modified Bastion unit minigun.

"Salvaging weapons from Bastions, eh?" he taunted at the large man. "I fought those before. They were cannon fodder."

The man pointed the gun, spun it up, and fired. Reinhardt easily blocked the bullets; the secret was to keep your distance from Bastion units, since the spread made most of the bullets miss anyways. The man dressed in white attached a familiar beam to him, as the man with the hardhat took cover and began building something a turret. So, they've been stealing Overwatch's technology too? Maybe they aren't Talon; maybe they're Blackwatch. The thought scared him-what if Talon was here too?

The other two men's actions, however, were nothing Reinhardt recognized. The man in the suit disappeared. Before he could report it to Mercy and Pharah behind him, though, the man with the oversized helmet launched a rocket-at his feet. He went flying and landed on a nearby roof skillfully. He then ran across the roofs; he was trying to get an angle on his shield.

"Pharah! The man on the roof! Get him!" he yelled over the sound of the large man's gun.

"Aye!" she said as she flew up easily. Mercy flew after her. Now, Reinhardt had nobody to shoot the large man. "Torbjörn! Winston! Genji! McCree! I need some help!" he said over the comms.

"Gotcha!" he heard McCree respond. He was on the roof, firing at the large man, who had to take cover.

As Pharah flew to the roof, she expected the crazy man to have taken cover. Instead, she arose to see him jumping right onto her. As she began to spiral around, the man threw a series of punches. As Pharah was unable to resist, with her arms trapped under his torso, Mercy flew up and tried to pull him off her-"This will hurt you more than it hurts me!", she yelled- but instead of him being pulled off and dropped, he took his left arm and grabbed her by her hair. The whole time, he was yelling at them: "You flying maggot! I will remove your blue wings and eat them like I eat my chicken wings! Raw!" and "You! Little angel lady! You are going to hell, where you belong!" He then smacked their heads together. Since Pharah had a helmet on, it didn't hurt as much, but she only imagined what it could've been like for Mercy, who wasn't wearing one. It was enough to make her pass out.

"Angela!" Pharah yelled, then she filled with rage. She turned on her back, and activated her jets full force aimed at the building behind her, slamming the man's head into it. It didn't even seem to knock him out, but he did let go; she let him fall.

Suddenly, Genji appeared and caught Mercy as she fell. With his momentum, he managed to land on the side of the other building; he kicked a window open and landed inside, and carefully lay Mercy on the couch near the window.

"Do not worry, Angela, I won't let you die." He then turned to Pharah and said "Let's go. Rein needs help."

"One second. I have revenge to get." She then landed on the street, where the man was slurring and was still trying to yell at her.

"You are lucky I won't kill you. Instead, you will be a prisoner of war." The man began to smile, which Pharah was confused by, but she punched him. With her armored hand, he was knocked out cold.

Mei did not like this fight. She had attempted to make a corner to trap the monster by putting ice walls around it. It quickly melted them, and then began shooting flares at her. She was quickly tiring. It was melting whatever she was throwing at it, but she had no such way to stop it's attacks. She only had one option. She threw Snowball.

It launched a blast of air out of it's weapon, launching Snowball to her side, too far away for her to reach. She fell to her knees. She forgot about the smoke. She began hallucinating, she figured; she saw the figure skip over to her like a child, and take out an axe. She passed out as it swung the axe at her.

While Pharah was dealing with the strange man, he had snuck over the rooftops. While the big man was firing, behind him was the man in white, and behind him was the man with the hardhat. He knew about the sentry gun he had constructed; he also knew where it was. Carefully, he avoided getting in it's line of sight. He got right behind the hard-hatted one, and slit his throat. Neither the man in white nor the man with the minigun seemed to hear.

Lúcio was driven out of the stadium by the fire, with Hana behind him. He was looking around the corner, waiting for her; she had left to get her mech. She returned without it.

"Hana? Where's your mech?"

"I don't know. Those terrorists must've taken it."

"That's scary. Terrorists with your mechs?"

"Don't be afraid. It's coded to me. See anything?"

He looked around the corner again. "Wait, I see-" suddenly he felt something stab his back. How could Hana do this? But he turned around, and it wasn't Hana. It was a man in a red suit, with Hana nowhere to be seen.

"I don't drop ordinary beats. I drop heartbeats." the man whispered to him, as he walked away and disappeared. Lúcio died listening to his own music.

"Ooh la la." Widowmaker whispered. She saw that man observe Hana as she ran; with just that cursory glance, he took her form, and tricked that blasted musician. Now he's dead, and the man would likely take his form to trick and kill the gamer. And as a bonus: he's French! Not that she didn't like her ghostly 'partner', but she had heard nobody besides herself speak French in the longest time.

"What is it? Did you find the Overwatch agents?" Reaper growled, but with anticipation.

She immediately saw the girl, the British one, fighting some small man with a shotgun. "I found one."