Hey guys welcome back.
Sorry for the long delay, I was working on my other fanfic. And this chapter is pretty much the continuation of the previous chapter.
Anyway guys here's the new chapter, and I hope all of you enjoy :)
"No questions?" Andrew asked.
Tracer raised her hand.
"Well um, can we have our stuff back?" She asked.
"Well, no, you see I still can't trust any of you, I can't have a bunch of irregulars running around my military base with advanced weaponry, but Mercy you can have your staff back but not your wings," Andrew said.
"Okay," Mercy replied.
"What are you gonna do with our stuff?" Pharah asked.
"Well, the same thing every military does when they get something new. We're gonna tear your stuff apart and put it back together in hopes of learning from it," Andre replied.
"Alright then, but as you know all of us need to get back to our world, how are we gonna do that?" Jack asked.
"Well, I'm not permitted to say this to anyone, but it won't matter to any of you guys, but all the conspiracies theories and all the rumors like area 51, HAARP, crop circles, illuminati are all just that conspiracies, lies for people to talk about so they could stay off the government's real activity. We call it Project Chronos, a highly top secret research and development program to create the world's first tactical time weapon or time machine, however you want to call it," Andrew explained.
"A time weapon?" Ana asked.
"Yeah, it's a personal competition between the United States and Russia. The russians have an advanced space program which tests orbital weapons platforms, and advanced propulsions systems; so congress decided to say 'Hey let's build a time machine so we can outwit them ruskies!"
"Wow."
"Mhmm, and the time weapon program is in Alaska, but I can't get you guys there right now."
"Why can't you?" Jack asked.
"Well basically a lot is happening. There are aircraft on deck right now, but I can't spare you guys extra seats and manpower to get you to the mainland USA. Troops on the ground need those aircraft to carry supplies and reinforcements. You guys might be able to go to baghdad international airport, and maybe catch a commercial flight there that comes in every few weeks, but I also can't spare ground power and if I can it's way too dangerous. It's a two hour journey across insurgent territory where the odds are always against you, you'll be facing ambushes by insurgents, RPG's, and IED's, lots and lots of IED's," Andrew said. "Right now the best option is for you guys to stay here and wait for a chance to be airlifted back home."
"Oh alright," Jack plainly said.
"Alright here's the deal, now I can only spare you guys a bunk house where all of can stay, you guys can go around the base except the restricted areas and don't even try looking for your weapons. For the girls I'll make sure none of my men messes with you guys. But anyway who's hungry?"
The only thing Andrew ate for the day was a bunch of crackers and coffee, he had been piled with work since he woke up at around 5:00 in the morning. They were at the mess hall and Andrew told the overwatch to go and eat something. Some chose to grab a tray and get food while some decided not to eat anything or just grab a can of soda or a bottle of water. Reaper on the other hand had a different story. Some of them were chatting while some didn't talk. Most of the personnel stared at them and thought about how ridiculous they looked. Some thought to speak up, but the quickly realized that a superior officer was with them and decided against it.
"Wheres winston by the way?" Tracer asked.
"What?"
Hanger 5…
The crashed VTOL and equipment of the strange people were being stored in a engineering hanger called Hanger 5. The two of the smartest guys on the base were stationed there to investigate. Those two guys were sergeant John and Jason Harrison; the two are twins and they just graduated from MIT two years back, they joined the US navy's tech department to work on experimental railgun systems and navy aviation. The lack of engineers in the middle east caused the transfer of the brothers to Al Bakr airbase to work as aircraft engineers.
The two brothers had just finished their shift in examining the wreck of the strange aircraft and EMP weapon. They decided to take a break and sit down and have some beer.
"Yo, what do we do with the monkey?" John asked.
"Hmm."
They took a banana and a stick. They started poking the monkey to try and wake it up; they also made a barricade out of tables and trashcans just in case.
"Wake up," Jason whispered.
"Try throwing the banana at it," John said.
Jason complied and threw the banana at the monkey, then the monkey woke and got up. The huge animal rubbed its eyes before looking at the two.
"Huh, what is this, why am I in a cage, where am I," The monkey asked.
The two brothers were speechless.
"Uh John, what the hell?" Jason said.
"I think we just had to much to drink," John replied.
The two slowly retreated backwards before ending up behind the barricade they made.
They quickly realized that they are not drunk since there were no symptoms and they can think clearly. The monkey began to talk again and they freaked out. They brought out their 9mm glock 19 pistols and aimed it at the monkey.
"What the hell do we do?" Jason asked.
After they ate Andrew decided to show them around the base. Well he only showed them a small part of it since he doesn't want them to try anything funny. They were at the side of the tarmac now while Andrew showed the area to them.
"Now we are at helicopter row right now, this is where the choppers of air rescue missions right now" Andrew said.
"Air rescue?" Mercy said.
"I'm guessing in your world you don't need to be airlifted since you have your advanced healing tech, but here we don't have that so we have to airlift our wounded to a secure location where they could be treated by doctors," Andrew explained, he looked at his watch. "And by the looks of it there's a airlift mission arriving...now."
An ambulance rolled past them and stopped on the tarmac, a helicopter descended and the side doors opened brought out a man on a stretcher."
"What happened to him?" Andrew asked the pilot.
"Ambush made him run straight to an IED sir, blew his leg off made him lose a lot of blood," The pilot said.
The paramedics carried the guy to an ambulance, and sped away to the hospital.
They continued walking on the side of the tarmac when Andrew saw an A-10 coming in for landing. He quickly noticed that something was wrong, the aircraft was coming in a too steep angle of approach, the approach speed was too fast, and one of the aircraft's engines were smoking.
The pilot pulled his nose up to try and slow down his approach but he still coming in way too fast. The aircraft touched down, but bounced back into the air, the aircraft touched down again but it was harder than the first one. The A-10's gear failed, and blew off; the aircraft skidded across the runway before coming to a halt. The danger wasn't over yet because the fuel tanks of the aircraft began to leak, and started to catch fire.
Many of the bases personnel saw the crash, and began running over to the downed aircraft with fire extinguishers, and tools to get the pilot out.
Andrew radioed for the emergency brigades and ran over as quick as possible to the crash site with a fire extinguisher. Andrew arrived at the site followed by some base personnel and the emergency brigade. They extinguished the flames and pulled the pilot out of the cockpit.
The pilot was almost burnt to a crisp, parts of his jumpsuit was burned off, Andrew could see probably see 2nd degree burns on his arms and torso, thankfully he was still breathing, and was fully alive. The EMT's put him on a stretcher, and rushed him to the hospital.
Andrew took out his radio.
"Get ground crew here, we need this runway cleared ASAP," Andrew didn't show any emotion. As the base's manager he must remain calm, and straight in order to effectively manage the situation. Another thing was that he had experienced crashes on the runway like that multiple times before.
"Yes sir," The tower operator said.
Andrew walked back over to the group of overwatch members.
"Sorry about that, I had to do my job," He said.
"What's gonna happen to him?" Mercy asked.
"Well, he'll be treated then sent home or put back into circulation," Andrew replied.
Andrew continued showing them the area until they got to the last one.
"Okay that building over there is an internet cafe, you guys can have full internet access, but there's one rule to this," Andrew said.
"What is it?" Jack asked.
"Well umm, not everyone and everything in the internet is good, people make things and upload things that are pretty questionable," that was an understatement, "so yeah be careful on what you find."
"Alright."
"Now let's go meet your friend."
Hangar 5
The two brothers has complied to what the monkey has told them to do. The monkey didn't really ask for a lot, only things like his glasses, peanut butter, and where the hell he is. The two brothers even reinforced their barricade a little bit. They hid behind it with guns drawn. Suddenly someone entered the hanger.
Hey sergeants, I need the two of you on the shelter, I gotta be in the air in two hours, but every other engineer is already working on other aircraft," Joe said as he burst into the hangar. He noticed the two guys dug in behind a makeshift barricade with pistols drawn, and in front was a cage with a giant monkey in it eating a jar of peanut butter.
"What the hell is this?" He asked.
Winston noticed him, and waved.
"Oh hi there," He called out to the man in his deep raspy voice.
Joe stopped dead in his tracks, "did that monkey just said hi to me?" was the question that hit him hard on the head like a stone brick.
"Hello," winston called out again.
This was not fake it was real, Joe quickly noticed, and in confusion he drew out his beretta M9 pistol and pointed it at the monkey.
"Lieutenant over here," John called out to him. He dropped down on the floor, and crawled over to the the two guys.
"What the hell is that?" He asked.
"That's a talking monkey lieutenant," John said.
"It's actually a gorilla," Jason said.
"Shut up Jason, it doesn't matter what it is, but it's not supposed to talk," John said.
"What the hell do we do?" Joe asked.
After a minute of thinking, Andrew burst into the hangar with the group of overwatch members.
The two brothers and Joe stood up, and saluted him.
"What the hell is going on, get back to work," Andrew ordered.
"Sir look," Joe pointed at the monkey.
"Hey there," Winston greeted him.
"Yeah yeah you're a talking monkey I get it," Andrew replied.
"Winston!" Tracer quickly sprinted over to him.
"Hey ain't that tracer from overwatch," Jason whispered over to John.
"Yeah, but she looks so real," He replied.
The entire overwatch group gathered inside.
"Woah, looks like we got most of the entire hero gallery here," John said.
They also played video games during their spare time, and one of the was overwatch. The examined all of the heroes but couldn't identify two of them.
"Alright here's the situation, but first lock all the doors," Andrew ordered and they complied.
The three air force members scattered and made sure every door was secured. "Alright here's the deal."
Andrew spent the next fifteen minutes explaining to the three what the situation was, and the next five minutes was the overwatch members part of the explanation.
"Wow, so you guys are like stuck here?" Jason asked.
"Pretty much, yeah," Lena said.
"So all of you are overwatch?" John asked to confirm.
"Yeah," Lena said.
"Hold on a minute," John grabbed Jason, and went to the back, John grabbed a box from under a desk, and took it outside, but before they could get out John slipped and dropped the box. The box contained a load of DVD's of some 'dirty videos', about overwatch. They recollected them and threw them in a dumpster outside. Evidence purged.
"Okay where were we?" Jason asked as soon as they got back.
"Hmm, I have a theory on why you guys are here," John said, and grabbed a whiteboard from the side of the room. " Ok here's your world, the overwatch world, with that machine you caused something that made all the universes converge together in one point which ripped a hole in the space time continuum, a portal basically, and you guys were sucked into here our world, but also somehow made you reverse time to go sixty years in the past," John explained while everyone just blankly stared at him. "Hey it's just a theory, and i'm quite sure it's wrong, I mean I'm a tech engineer, I don't specialize in that stuff."
"Well that's one hell of a theory sergeant, thats for sure," Andrew said.
"Thank you sir," John replied.
"Hey who want's to check the overwatch game?" Jason asked.
No one answered then Dva (of course) stood up.
"I'd like to give it a try," She said.
"Well c'mon then."
He led her to the back of the room, and made her take a seat on the lawn chair.
"Sorry about the chair, we had a bean bag until it was confiscated," He said.
"That's okay," Dva/Hana replied.
Jason turned on his PS4, and launched overwatch then handed the controller to Dva.
"Choose a character," Jason said.
This made Dva feel weird, since she is in a world where she only exists in a videogame, and she's gonna be playing that video game.
"Which character should I choose?" She asked herself. She was scaling back and forth through the hero gallery trying to pick a character before the match starts. So she closed her eyes, and picked a random character then got in the game, she opened her eyes, and saw what character she got. She got Mercy. Hana thought that it was gonna be fun since she saw Mercy in action back before which looked pretty cool.
She was only two minutes into the game, but she has already died ten times. Thanks to some asshole who picked bastion, and camped their spawn. Even when she manages to bypass the bastion, her team never pays attention to her, and she ends up dying anyway by a tracer that sneaks up behind her or a hanzo randomly blind firing her.
Before she could smash the controller, and go into full on rage mode, Jason convinced to just pick a new character. She decided to just pick herself. Hana never thought in a milion years that she would be playing herself. There was a movie about her back home, but never a game with her in it.
While Hana played games, the others talked about how they were gonna get home. Winston made up some theories and stuff like that.
"Anyway, let's wrap this up, I still got work to do, I reserved a bunkhouse for you, Joe will escort you guys there," Andrew said, before having to leave.
"Alright, let's get you guys properly settled down," Joe said, and opened the door for them.
"Right, Hana are you coming?" Jack asked.
"Hold on, i'm in the middle of an intense game right now," Hana said. It was overtime, but the payload was only a centimeter away from the finish line, she activated her ultimate and wiped out half of the enemy team, then her team took care of the rest, and they won. Not only that, she got play of the game too.
"Yes, okay i'm done," She said, and followed them.
Joe brought them to an empty bunkhouse.
"Okay this is the last stop for the day, the messhall is just a minute walk from here," He said.
"I call the top bunk," Lena said, and blinked over to one of the top beds.
"Okay, can you guys limit your use of powers around here," Joe demanded.
Jack grabbed his shoulder.
"It's okay, I'll keep them under control," Jack said.
"Okay, please do that, but now, I gotta run I still have to do my nightly patrol run," Joe said, and left.
The overwatch members began settling down, and either going to sleep or doing something else.
That's it for now everyone. I apologize if this chapter is corny or boring, but I just realized how hard it is to write a fanfic in the real world, plus the fact nothing is getting in my head to inspire my story writing.
Anyway guys I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see ya'll in the next chapter :)
