"The Sperrazi Cartel, That's what they are known as" Baron started, they were all in the control room with the brit standing by the big screen, everyone else was either sat on a chair or stood against the opposite wall, 76 was standing next to the big screen, making sure Baron came clean on everything, he was pissed that an entire task force came in to try and kill them all, and Baron seemed to have something to do with it, "they are a massive criminal organisation which have control of the entire Mediterranean, and it seems they have come for me again" Baron continued, "so why are these guys so sore at you?" D. Va questioned, Baron just sighed and rubbed the back of his head, "it's a long story" he admitted, "well we have all day, so start talking" 76 snarled, "oi! Don't go too hard on him mate" Brisbane shot back, 76 seemed to give him a glare back, "I don't have to remind you, I give the orders around here", Brisbane got up and walked into 76's face, "well I'm the sort of man who doesn't like being buggered around by a guy who wears an idiotic mask like you" the Australian taunted, "enough! Simon get back in your seat, I think it was time I told them anyways" Baron shouted, defusing the situation, Brisbane gave 76 one more look and then walked back to his seat, Pretoria and Vancouver were rather shocked at the man's sudden change of personality, "okay then, now this story is rather long winded, so I'm going to try and be as fast as possible" Baron mentioned, "as long as you tell us the important parts" Winston mentioned, "okay then, well this whole mess began in the inter-war year of 1936" Baron began, "bloody hell! 1936!?" Tracer said surprised, "shush!" Mercy hissed, giving the chance for Baron to begin his story.

"back in 1936 a person known as Edward III was baron of the family, his farther George II died in the great war, actually only three days before the armistice the unlucky bastard, in his will he wanted Edward to gain the baron title, despite protest from his cousin Dumfries (who was George II's brother), never the less Edward became baron and with the rise of fascism in Europe everything went south, he started to interact with the British union of fascists and their leader, Oswald Mosley, Mosley, that dickhead of a 'sir' then introduced Edward to one of his contacts, Antonio Sperrazi, the leader of the Sperrazi cartel which had just grown out of the Cosa Nostra in Sicily, Antonio had helped Mussolini and his cronies get into power in Italy and just like Mosley supported Fascism, so in the end you had these three men, Mosley, Antonio and Edward, all supporting each other financially and politically, the Alkinson family and the Sperrazi cartel at this point were very well intertwined and for each group, it was 'good business'…"

"but as we all know, Mr A. Hitler took a summer drive with his panzer's into Poland, starting World War Two, the British government started cracking down on anyone thought to support the enemy's politics, the rest of the family begged for Edward to cut ties with Mosley and Antonio but he refused, and even began espionage actions in the British war effort, and started making plans for a coup attempt against firstly Chamberlain and then Churchill, at this point the rest of the family had had enough of Edward, he was going to actively tear the family apart once the government had got wind of his intentions, so on one cold night in 1940, Dumfries and his supporters stormed the castle in Derbyshire and found Edward, Dumfries wanted to shoot the wanker so bad, but something in his body made him change his mind, he instead let Edward pack his bags and let him leave quietly, ordering him to never come back."

"so Edward was thrown out in the family coup d'état, Dumfries became Dumfries I and everything was going right again, Dumfries help the government arrest Mosley and his minions and also started seizing Sperrazi property in Britain, Antonio was the sort of person who didn't take too kindly to people stabbing him in the back, so he formed together the soldiers of his cartel into a battalion within the Italian army, and sent them into the war in north Africa, they fought against the British and Egyptian soldiers and ravaged them at any point they could, there were reports of them cutting bodies up and displaying them, raping and murdering the local population, and even strapping explosives to POW's so when the British soldiers discovered them, they would blow up right in front of them, they were so, messed up that the man originally commanding them, Pietro Badoglio disowned them from his command, stating and I quote 'that the Sperrazi battalion was too cruel and downright savage in its methods of warfare to deserve rightful command from a man like himself', another general Ugo Cavallero took command but only two months later he too resigned from the battalion, the German Erwin Rommel also tried but even the desert fox himself was shocked by the reports of their atrocities, the Italian high command started to joke that even Mussolini himself would not dare command the Sperrazi's, just from witnessing their shear brutality in their combat."

"so, where does this all lead us, well Dumfries also formed a battalion out of some of his family members, friends and lots of soldiers who were loyal to the Alkinson's, they were put under command of Bernard Montgomery and then later Harold Alexander as they fought in North Africa, Sicily and later the heartland of Italy itself, for the course of the war, the Alkinson and the Sperrazi Battalions had managed to stay separate, but that all changed at Monte Cassino…"

"during the battle while the Americans, British, Germans and Italians were beating the living crap out of each other, the Alkinson battalion ended up making contact with the Sperrazi's, both battalions fought day and night, throwing soldiers, tanks and artillery into the Frey, the sheer mess of the combat was like something out of the middle ages, both sides shot each other and their corpses over and over again, when the bullets ran out, they both tore each other to shreds with knifes, spades, clubs and even some swords, when those broke, they went down to the fist, punching and kicking the other in the mud of the desecrated land until their heads were bashed in and their knuckles shattered, the Alkinson's being fuelled by war-time spirit, the Sperrazi's by betrayal and revenge."

"after the battle and with the allied armies starting the close in, Antonio was preparing to flee the country to Spain, his three year old son Calogero Sperrazi had already been taken there, he was next to his car and with his wife, Irene Sperrazi, but before they were about to leave with a convoy of guards, Irene was shot through the heart by a sniper, Antonio sat there for a good five minutes holding his dead wife's body, until a soldier brought him something, a note which read, 'now you will feel the suffering of all those good soldiers you have killed without mercy, Dumfries I', with that, Antonio with anger going through him said to the soldier the thing which has cemented our rivalry, 'make the Alkinson's vanish, even if it takes until the end of time, make them all vanish from this earth, and prey that they burn in the fires of hell for what they have done to Irene'."

"Antonio would never see this happen, he was killed a day later when his car was strafed by an RAF fighter, the war ended and Italy was in ruins, the Alkinson's returned home and everything seemed tranquil again, but that wasn't the case, once grown up, Calogero returned to Italy to rebuild his father's shattered cartel, the whole organisation made a slow comeback as the cold war was in full swing, in the 1970's Dumfries I passed away and his son Paul VI took power and continued to keep an eye on the cartel, due to its weakness and with the United States and Soviet Union at each other's throats, Calogero approached my father and agreed on the document which would become the 'creed', this outlined that both of our sides will stick to our spheres of influence, not side with any other organisation and not interfere in politics, Paul and Calogero both agreed to the deal and finally we had some peace and quiet, the Soviet Union collapsed and the cold war ended, AI was perfected in the 2010's, the Omnic crisis came and went, but we all stuck to our agreements, when my father passed away and I took his place, I tried to keep to the creed as close as I could, but when Talon came in to try and take my wealth from me, I was forced to join all of you to protect myself and my family, and that may been the action which broke the creed…"

"and I believe that's everything up until now" Baron concluded, all the Overwatch agents looked at him seemingly with questions, Baron looked at Tracer, "this is the reason why I didn't want to join you in the first place, as I feared I would drag the cartel into this", all the agents looked at each other, not really knowing how to respond to the Brits confession, "so great Tracer, you just took in a man who you and Winston didn't do any research on and now has brought in some sadistic, murdering fucks who want to kill us all, great job" 76 snarled, "hey! You told us to get him in, we did exactly what you told us!" Tracer argued back, slowly the entire room turned into a shouting match, some agents supporting 76, others supporting Tracer, only the Alkinson's, Zenyatta, Genji and Reinhardt were silent, but the knight decided he had enough, "SILENCE!" he voice boomed through the entire room, all of the fighting agents stopped and looked at the hulking knight, "look at all of you! That man has just confessed his secret to all of us and you are getting in a fight!?" he shouted, "yes, this man has just taken a lot of weight off his shoulders and this is how you repay him for it? I personally applaud him for standing up to his past" Zenyatta reinforced, slowly, everyone in the room calmed down, "is this what we were created for? The cartel is another organisation just like Talon, spreading their evil ways around, was that what Overwatch was created to combat in the first place?" Ana questioned, "that's not what I'm angry about, the thing is we are already overstretched by Talon, so having a massive cartel show up on our doorstep wanting to kill us all is asking for too much" 76 explained, "even so we can still beat them, we just need to be more thoughtful in our moves" Pharah mentioned, "exactly, Talon are the ones who don't care for us and just make their trouble whenever they want, the cartel however wants to come to us when we make a move, we can basically either continue with our business and have to deal with Talon and the cartel at the same time, and hope they kill each other, or we trick the cartel to a decoy area and we do our operation when they are looking in the wrong place" Baron suggested, Winston thought about it for a second, "sounds difficult, but I think we can manage it" he concluded, "even so, are they going to come back here anyways?" D. Va brought up, "I would think not, Calogero is a careful and calculating man, we basically wiped out two Sperrazi assault squads so I guess he won't try again, but it's his son, Alfondo who you should be worried about" Baron answered, "what's he like compared to his father?" Symmetra quizzed, "well Alfondo; also known as Florence as his alias, is more reckless, daring and less forgiving, he wants to push the cartel forwards, out of Europe and onto the world stage, with their strength they make Helix security, Volskaya industries and hell even Vishkar and the Los Muertos look puny, they already practically run Italy and he will drive that cartel against the entire world is he has to, to bring entire domination for the cartel and install the Italians as the 'master race'", Baron preached, "wait? 'Master race'?" Ana said, "yes, the black shirted wanker is a neo-fascist for god's sake, he sees many people, like us British, the Russians, the Arabs and even the entire Omnic race as 'undesirables', if you have heard of all the reports of random villages having their populations 'disappear', that's the work of Alfondo" Baron continued, "my god, it makes me want to vomit hearing about him" Pharah snarled, Baron silently agreed with her, "that's why these numbnuts have to be stopped, the UN and NATO seem to be caught up in bureaucratic bollocks to deal with them, so it looks like we have to deal with them ourselves" he pointed out, "my head is hurting after taking all of this in" Tracer moaned holding her forehead, "okay, how about we all clean the mess up outside, go to bed with some people on watch, and then we will pick this up again tomorrow" 76 suggested, everyone nodded in agreement, "okay me and Hanzo will be on watch" Ana said, "Mother, you need to sleep one night for once, please" Pharah protested, Ana shook her head, "Daughter, I'm your mother, and it is my duty to protect you, that's why I have to do this" she explained, Pharah wanted to say something but Ana did have a point, she just meekly nodded in agreement "okay, Athena can you run any searches on these two men? Calogero and Alfondo Sperrazi" Winston asked the AI, "oh Winston, you may want to run a search on a man called Vukašin Petrović, his name has come up a lot in the cartel", Baron added, "you got that?" Winston asked Athena, "yes Winston, I shall have anything I can find on these men in the morning" the AI concluded.

March 28th 2030

Grosseto - Italy

In the main facility, Florence and Cernilo were walking through the large, concrete corridors of the facility, the area was rather busy and noisy, with personal and equipment on trolleys being moved around, the two men reached a pair of massive doors, they walked though and found themselves in a massive vehicle hanger, there were jeeps, APC's, halftracks, hell even a tank or two, they were unique as the cartel always preferred rubber tyres to the more modern anti-gravity wheels, "so where is he supposed to be?" Cernilo asked looking among the busy floor, "I think he will be near the main hanger doors" Florence suggested, they both walked along a painted path, having to deal with the noise of a trolley tug driving past them, they came out from behind some crates and there it was, in the corner of the hanger was a large metal mech, this one was shaped more to fit a standing human (unlike MEKA's mechs which fit an operator lying on their stomach), the large arms and legs were plated in grey, thick metal plates, these covered up the exoskeleton which covered the operator's extremities and also housed the hydraulic tubes, the chest was covered in a large breastplate made up of many metal sheets, the rear of the suit held the glowing yellow energy core which powered the suit and also the ammunition stowage for the large, long, single barrelled 20mm auto-cannon mounted on the wrist of the suits right hand.

The operator himself however was standing looking away from them, he seemed to have a beer bottle in his left hand and three board darts in the other hand, Cernilo decided to take the honours, "Tomáš Železný?" he asked the man, "ahh so you must be the men who called me back for my duty to the cartel" Tomáš replied, he threw one of darts through the air and it hit a board on the wall with a large thunk, it was imbedded in a magazine cover picture of D. Va, which confused the Italian and the Serbian, "may I ask why you are vandalising the main person on the cover of a gamer magazine?" Florence questioned, Tomáš threw another dart into the cover, it too sinking into the paper, he then turned around, presenting his full look to the other two men, he was wearing what looked like the bottom part of a worn, black boiler suit on his legs, with a some metal knee and shin pads covering the lower parts, these went down into some old, steel-toe boots, his main body was covered in what looked like an army jacket, its camouflage pattern however was badly worn down, all of his clothes seemed to be covered in some reminiscent oil and hydraulic fluid staining, the man's face was rather pale, with short brown hair covering the top and back of his head, one feature however was there was a deep scar which went through his left eye, which was a deep green, Florence looked down and noticed his left hand was rather peculiar, his thumb, fore finger and middle finger and some of the skin and bones of the hand which connected them were all mechanical, only his ring and little finger were biological, hinting he had a particularly hideous accident with his hand in the past, he couldn't tell if his right hand was different as it had a thick, leather glove covering it, "I'll explain that later" Tomáš stated, taking Florence out of his explorative mindset, Cernilo looked at the mech and noticed a prevalent word written in bold, orange letters on the upper right part of the breastplate, "Kovový?" he said it out loud, "yes?" Tomáš replied to the comment, "is that the name of your mech?" Cernilo asked, "ne, that is actually my codename when I was designing for the Czech military, I wrote it on my mech to show my possession, as I was also its true inventor" Tomáš explained, "so I see it will be more appropriate to call you such?" Florence suggested, "I believe so" Kovový replied, "so Kovový, what is the story behind these mechanised suits?" Cernilo questioned, "this was a project me and my father started back in 2019, as the Russians and Koreans were still planning theirs, we made it up into a fully working prototype, we showed it to the general staff of the Czech army and they were very impressed, they ordered for enough the be produced to have a minimum of five in every battalion in the army, we made around a hundred of them by the time the Omnics came for us, those hundred mechs including mine which was the original and improved prototype defended the gates of Prague from the waves of Omnics, we won the battle but for me personally it was an empty victory, when I went back to my warehouse I found that the main plans for the suit were missing, a few weeks later and after my father was knocked down by a drunk driver, it had emerged that the MEKA corporation had created their own mechs, but I saw my design philosophies in the Korean mechs, those bastards stole my designs and are profiting greatly off of it, and that's where that gamer girl come in" Kovový told, then pointing to the magazine, "she is living off my fame, I wanted my mechs to be the image of authority, strength and the determination of an army, but instead they are shown as an oversized kids toy being piloted by some, stupid, adolescent, low-life of a gamer!" He then took the final dart and threw it at the magazine, slamming right into the paper right between D. Va's eyes, Kovový was breathing quite heavily, trying to calm himself down, Florence was meanwhile flicking through a folder, which was full of information they had on the Overwatch personal, he seemed to find exactly what Kovový had been talking about, "it turns out that that adolescent teenager is part of Overwatch" he revealed, handing out a piece of paper to Kovový, he took it off Florence and looked at all the writing, he then crumpled it up into a ball in his mechanical hand, "so it looks like I'm going to be staying here for more than a week" he said to himself, he then looked back at Florence and Cernilo, "at least promise me that it will be me who will make her perish, I want to send a message to the MEKA corporation, that they stole from the wrong Czech", The Italian and Serbian nodded in agreement, Kovový signed and took a last swig out of his beer bottle, throwing the empty glass into a bin with a smash, "okay we need to see the Austrian veteran now" Cernilo reminded, "oh yes, Kovový you should come with us, you need to get to know him as well" Florence reinforced.

The Italian, Serbian and Czech were now walking down another corridor, this one was much smaller and was also quieter, they passed a couple of closed doors until they reached the one they were looking for, before they opened it however a guard rushed out of it, the look on his face seemed to show that he had seen a ghost, he then noticed the three men and stood to attention, "ha paura che l'uomo la vita fuori di voi?" Florence asked him in his native tongue, "sì, la prego di dirmi che non devo stare con quell'uomo adatto di nuovo" the guard responded, "non c'è bisogno di, andare avanti, uscire dalla mia faccia" Florence finished, the guard walked off, seemingly with his pride in tatters, Florence walked through the open door, Cernilo and Kovový followed him.

The room was rather dark and not well furnished, there were only some lockers and a couple of benches, on one of those benches however sat a large, suited figure looking at the foor, it's face was covered by the square, golden visor of a fire proximity suit, except this looked like it had been heavily modified, there were the metal beams and joints of a simple exo-skeleton built into the fire-retardant fabric of the arms and legs, the feet were full metal and had thick, solid rubber soles, the chest area had a Kevlar breastplate also sown into the suit, it added some bulkiness to the area in question, it also had a bandolier running from the figures left shoulder to his stomach, attached to it were what looked like thermobaric grenades, the belt running around the waist had small fuel canisters hanging off it on each side, there were two, large oxygen tanks on the figures back which fed oxygen via some black tubes into a horizontal beam under the visor that seemed to act as a mouthpiece, even at a distance you could hear the figures gentle breathing, the whole suit was coloured a reddish-orange compared to the silver of normal proximity suits and had light spots of soot covering it all, after feeling the initial small amount of shock of the dark figures creepy aura, Florence coughed in attention, "Heinrich Von Adler?" he said the figure, proving anyone's suspicions of his gender, Heinrich looked up at the three men, "which of my services are the cartel requesting now?" the low, Austrian voice spoke, being slightly muffled by the headgear he wore, he got up and walked slowly towards them, his metal feet making a heavy sound as it walked over the concrete, "well Volkano we have a problem, the Alkinson family have come back out of the dark, and they have their friends known as Overwatch helping them" Florence explained, "I'm not interested, I thought you were all powerful enough that no one could touch you, so why do you need my help?" Volkano growled, "well do you have a grudge against anyone?" Cernilo asked, since his colleagues seemed to have a grudge against someone in Overwatch, maybe Volkano did as well, "only one person in particular… Reinhardt Wilhelm" Volkano replied, Florence looked through his folder, looking though all the known members, he then smiled as he looked at one of the papers, "oh my god I'm the luckiest man alive" he thought to himself, he then took the paper out of the folder and handed it to Volkano, he looked at it as well, "Reinhardt Wilhelm, Overwatches personal knight" Florence pointed out, the three men couldn't see the Austrian's emotions, but they knew he was slowly boiling over, "Reinhardt…DU BASTARD! ICH WERDE DEIN HERZ AUSREIßEN UND ES VOR DIR VERBRENNEN!" he yelled, smashing his fist into the nearby wall, causing cracks to appear in it, the other three men flinched slightly, Volkano then looked back at them, his breathing was faster and louder than normal, "what did he do to you in the past?" Kovový questioned, "what he did to me? He is the reason why I'm in this suit!" he shouted, pointing to himself, "he left me to die at Eichenwalde, he let the Omnics capture me and put me though unbelievable pain and suffering, they almost turned me into one of them, and I had to go through the worst days of my entire hundred year life to escape" he then took a breather, "I guess, the survival of the cowards really meant a lot to him", Volkano then reached behind one of the lockers and pulled out a weapon, his cherished Flammenwerfer MRT-97, a flamethrower which spewed out the fires of 'hell itself' and was able to shoot out flares from a small barrel on the side of the weapon, "I will like to see him again, and see the look on his face when the man he left behind for dead is still alive, and I want to hear his screams when he gets burnt to ashes" Volkano set out, "okay then, we are all together, we are the most powerful figures from each of our groups, Kovový from the Greycoats, Cernilo from the Silver Eagles, Volkano from the Totenwerfers, and myself from this cartel, together we will crush Overwatch, and end the Alkinson domination for good" Florence preached, at this point the door opened, the four men looked at it as Calogero walked in, walking stick in hand as he was helped by a personal bodyguard, "Father, the great four are finally back together, we are ready to strike at the Alkinson's" Florence cherished, "good Alfondo, but I think now is not the time to strike" Calogero confessed, "Father why?" Florence said confused, "that squad we sent to Gibraltar, two strike teams got wiped out and the last one were badly worn down, I believe it will be suicidal to send more, even with you four providing support" Calogero explained, "so what do we do Mr Sperrazi?" Cernilo asked, Calogero thought for a second, "we can try to attack them when they are on one of their peacekeeping missions, they will not be familiar with their surrounding and, if they are being attacked by another power, we can use that to pincer and destroy them all" Calogero theorized, "I think that's the only way we will be able to do it, especially if our enemy is that tough" Kovový agreed, Florence just sighed, it looked like it would be later when he could get into combat with the Alkinson's.

Translations

ha paura che l'uomo la vita fuori di voi? = did that man scare the life out of you? (Italian)

sì, la prego di dirmi che non devo stare con quell'uomo adatto di nuovo = yes, please tell me I will not be with that man again (Italian)

non c'è bisogno di, andare avanti, uscire dalla mia facia = no you don't have to, go on, get out of my face (Italian)

DU BASTARD! ICH WERDE DEIN HERZ AUSREIßEN UND ES VOR DIR VERBRENNEN! = you bastard! I will tear your heart out and burn it in front of you! (German)