The Overwatch agents sat outside the base in the burning heat of the american desert and thought about a way to convince Team Fortress to join them. Not an easy task as the mercenaries had been right, Overwatch had nothing left, nothing to pay them. But giving up wasn`t an option either. Torbjörn sighed. "It is strange, isn`t it. We are the biggest peacemaking organization in the world, with the most advanced technology, and are now sitting in the dirt hoping for a bunch of madmen to assist us. And all just because of those omnics!" Tracer perked up at that. "Wait. That`s it. Torbjörn, you are a genius!" "Ha, yes I am, rookie! Just... what exactly did I say?"
"We have the inventions of some of the most brilliant scientists from around the globe, we have weaponry any military force can only dream about. I bet those greedy guys in there would give a lot for some of the blueprints, wouldn`t they?"
"You propose we should offer them our technological progress.", Mercy stated flatly.
"Exactly!" Her cheery tone faded when she saw the doctors expression.
"You propose, we should sell what our friends and colleagues have worked very hard for, what they have died for, to some ... some... MERCENARIES! To a pack of dishonorable, insincere, filthy rats that are willing to let thousands of helpless civilians die, because they don`t deem it profitable enough to help them!"
"A little rude, don`t you think?" She swirled around and was now facing Medic, who, being quite a lot taller than her, looked down at her with a smirk on his lips.
"What do you want?", Mercy snapped. He raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, I came here to inform you, we have thought your request through again and have agreed on accepting the reward afterwards. Though now I have to say, your recent offer sounds much more appealing." Angela grimaced.
"See? That`s what I was talking about!", she shouted to her colleagues, before turning her attention back to the man before her and staring him dead in the eyes. "And YOU can forget about it. We`ll pay you all the money you want, we can find a way to gather it, but our personal achievements are ours alone. And if that doesn`t agree with you, you can get lost, we are not that desperate, got it?"
Her opponents smirk transformed into a wolfish grin. "Didn`t I hear you say that we are your last hope, just an hour ago? That you can`t handle the situation on your own? If I didn`t know any better, I`d say it`s your arrogance and ego speaking here, instead of logic and reason. I can tolerate that, but if you want to save `thousands of helpless civilians`, as you so poetically stated, it might not be the best way." He slowly began descending back into the dark bunker. "Think about it, Frau Doktor." She stared after him with her mouth hanging open, unable to speak as she was was about to burn up with anger.
Behind her, Reinhardt bent down to Torbjörn, and whispered: "That was a little awkward wasn`t it?"
"But I`m right, am I not? Come on, don`t tell me you agree with him!"
Tracer shifted uncomfortably before speaking up. "Love, I`m not saying you are wrong, but... he isn`t either, you know? We need their help, so I guess we`ll have to agree to all requirements they put on us. I`m not okay with it, just like you, but we can`t change it, and we definitely can`t down now. So please, please try to forget your aversion against mercenaries for a little while, alright?"
Mercys shoulders slumped down. She was still angry, but she nodded anyways. If someone had reason to hate mercenaries, it was her, but this was not the time for stubbornness.
Authors note
Sorry for the short chapters, but I don`t have enough time to make them much longer. Next chapter there will be some more interactions between TF and OW, I hope it`s going to be as amusing to read as it is in my head :)
