(Courier's pov)

After meeting up with Tracer, I felt a short pain in my right side. I stopped and looked to see what hurts.

I looked and I saw a lot of red all over my duster and one hole too. I looked back at Tracer then back to the hole.

"Tracer, stop for a moment please. I need to do something."

She stopped and turned back to me.

"Something wrong love?"

"Yeah, something is wrong." I lift up my arm a little, just enough for her to see my bleeding wound.

She immediately stood frozen before she relaxed and calmed down. "How did that happen?"

"Must have happened when I was rescuing a kid from earlier, some talon soldiers came to the floor we were on to wipe out anyone still in the building."

"What ki ?"

"I will tell you about it later, but now I am bleeding out so just give me a second."

I pull up my pip-boy to look for one of my many stimpacks.

"Here we go." I take the stimpack out and ease the needle into my bleeding side.

She looked at what I was doing. "Is that the thing you jabbed in my neck earlier?"

I pull the needle out and I feel the wound closing up. 'Yeah, it heals about anything. Though, if the wound is bad enough, it will leave a scar."

"Interesting, I bet Angela would have liked to have a look at those."

"Yeah, I'm sure she would have but let's get a move on. We don't have all day."

I pull my survivalist's rifle out and we start to run straight to the roof.

When we got to the top, we took cover on either sides of the door.

"Ok, I have a few flashbangs on me right now. So that means you need to charge in as soon as you hear the flash."

She pulls out her pistols. "You got it."

I grab a flashbang out of my inventory and pull the pin.

"You ready? One,two, three."

I open the door slightly, just enough for me to toss it through the crack of the door and out onto the roof.

"What the-"

Whoever was speaking was cut off from the flash and us breaching through the door.

I see some talon agents rubbing their eyes, not really aware of what is going on.

I aim and swiftly put a few 12.7mm rounds into the heads of the soldiers.

After they drop dead, I run to the nearest air vents for cover. Protecting myself against the hail of laser fire.

I pull out a new magazine and dropout the near empty one so I could put the fresh one in.

I turned to look at Tracer and as far as I can tell, she seems to be doing alright. Considering the fact she is dogging all of their shots and blinking around them.

"You know how unfair that is, right?"

She blinks to me behind the cover and twirls her pistols. "Yeah, people say that a lot."

She blinks back to where she originally was, but this time she was shooting back at the enemy.

I look back at the enemy, I aim my rifle again. "Tch, tourist."

I take out soldier after soldier, shot after shot, dropping them one by one until all we could see are the two fucks we were after.

While we had this brief moment of silence, I was thinking of every possible way I could kill or torture them… Until the skinny piece of shit began to speak. "Oi, you blokes killed everyone."

I gave them a sadistic look before I spoke. "Yeah, you're next."

As soon as I started firing, all hell broke loose between the four of us. Explosions, pulse shots, scrap metal and bullet casings were flying and dropping everywhere.

Still my bloodlust still craving more I felt like getting up close and personal, I pulled out pushy and ran straight at those two.

"Courier, what are you doing !" Tracer yelled at me, suppressing fire against Roadhog and Junk rat.

I was rolling, jumping and dodging as much as I could and I eventually was up close and personal with these murderers.

I punch Roadhog to send him on his ass and a good few feet away from me and Junk rat. I jump out of the way of a bouncing grenade and run at him next so I could give him a few good licks with my fist.

I lunge at him and began beating him with the hand that pushy wasnt on. I was hitting him so hard and fast, I managed to draw blood after the first two hits.

I was about to land another one but I was hooked in my gut and it was in DEEP. But that didn't stop me.

I grab the chain of the hook and pull Roadhog over to me and hit him in the face of his mask. While he was knocked on his ass again, I grab the hook that was still and painfuly logged in my gut and pull it out.

I jab a stimpack in my torso and I yell loud enough for Tracer to hear. "Tracer, deal with Junk rat !" I got me a pig to slaughter !"

I walk over to Roadhog who was trying to get his bearings, starting to lean up from his spot from the ground.

Seeing this, I run and kick Roadhog in the face and knock him down again. I put away push and pull out something much, much scarier than a repulsion fist.

He looked up again to look at me again, but he couldn't see much. But I suppose having a rotating minigun barrel right in his face didn't help much.

Holding my cz57 avenger in his face, I only spoke two simple words.

"Howdy fucker."

He tried to hit me again with his hook, I raised my right hand and it got lodged in my hand. Sticking all the way through. It hurt,but it is better than having it lodged in my head.

Having only one hand on the gun, It was still spinning in his face but was scraping against his mask. I made sure he watched as I pulled the hook out with my teeth, grabbing the chain and pulling it out the way it came in.

My hand was gushing blood, but I didn't care. I put my hand back on the trigger of the cz57 avenger and was ready to fire. "Funny how the name of the weapon is being used exactly how the name implies." I think to myself.

Before a bullet gets shot out. I heard the sound of screeching to my right. I turn to look and I saw what was a "tire" coming right at me.

The tire exploded right in my face and sent my ass right on the edge of the building. Before I could fall off, I pulled out my blood nap bowie knife and stab it right into the building. Hanging from the embedded knife.

I could faintly hear someone shouting my name. Faintly over the ringing in my ears.

Blood was dripping off my face and all over my duster. I felt weak, probably from blood loss, maybe a concussion coming on. Who knows at this point.

I start to feel myself start to slip off my knife but before I fell, I felt someone grab me.

Things were starting to black out for me, but now, all I could see was an orange visor.

(Tracer's pov)

"COURIER !" I yelled as I watch him fall off the ledge of the building.

I looked over at Junk rat who was smirking at his hand work. I felt a burning rage coming on.

I put my pistols away and blink to Junk rat. I began to beat him senseless. Every hit drawing more and more blood than the last.

I was about get another hit but I was grabbed and thrown across the roof top. I realigned myself so I didn't hit head first on to the roof.

I slid on my feet across the rooftop and I looked at Junk rat and Roadhog. I quickly redraw mt pulse pistols and began firing away.

They took cover and started shooting back at me. I run and jump to cover as well, staying out of their sights.

I could hear a rumbling sound off in the distance and growing louder by the second.

"Well It appears that our ride is here." He spoke breaking the silence.

"You know, we were going to leave all simple and easy like. But no, you just had to antagonize us. I mean you don't see us killing your people do you- well besides that, what was it, Courier fella right?"

I felt my teeth grit hearing that name from his mouth, it really ticked me off. "You don't even get that right to say that name !"

"Right Courier, yeah. Reaper was talking bout him earlier, and the look on Widowmakers face was priceless when we learned her gun was destroyed by him with what she said was a pistol. Well anyways, what was I talking about again… Oh yeah I remember we were going to- OH SHITE!"

I hear another rumbling sound. I turn to see what it was and I saw something, or rather someone standing outside of the overwatch dropship.

It was reinhardt, standing fully armored with his rocket hammer. He raises it in the air and shouts. "For honor and glory !"

He jumped and charged Junk rat, Roadhog, and the newly arrived talon soldiers. Crushing all who gets in his way.

"Lena, come on and get to the ship !" I look to see Winston beckoning me to the ship.

I get out of cover and trip, I look down to see som scrap stuck in my leg. I look back to Winston who notices and runs over to help me.

Winston grabs me and puts me on his back, carrying me to the dropship. After getting inside, he sets me in a chair and begins tending to my leg.

He pulls out the piece of scrap and patches the wound up. I look at the wound and think back to Courier's wounds, how his were far worse than mine. I started to feel the guilt of not being able to help him when he needed me. I felt that Winston need to know about what happened.

"Wi- Winston?"

"What?"

"Me and Courier were fighting Roadhog and Junk rat, he told me to deal with Junk rat while he deals with Roadhog. I was fighting him but he threw down a concussion mine and stunned me. He- he started up his tire and sent it at Courier and Courier. He- He…"

"He's ok, If you look over there. He is healing up." Winston tells me as he points to Courier who was laying down on the table, knocked out, covered with bandages and with an IV tube hooked up with his arm.

I felt… Relieved to see Courier is still alive. But I was saddened to see him in such a state, a state I let happen.

"Ok I'm no Mercy, but I patched up your leg until we can get back to the Watchpoint."

I was broke out of my gaze and look at Winston then back outside. I start to get up but Winston stopped me.

"Lena, I need you to take it easy. Reinhardt and I got this, so get some rest. We won't be long."

Winston picked up hise tesla-cannon and runs outside to face the enemy. I slowly started to feel tired and lean back in my chair. Now I am having difficulties keeping my eyes open.

"Maybe some sleep would be alright ." I thought to myself before I fell asleep.

(Reinhardt's pov)

Each of the soldiers fell under the mighty blow of my hammer. I got closer to the talon ship where the two mass murderers went.

I was close but the talon soldiers began to fall back to the ship. I was angered by these cowards, these honorless bastards !

I launched a fire strike against the ship but doing no damage to the hull. I growled in my frustrations, I felt someone shaking me. I turn to look at Winston who grabbed my arm.

"There will be another day so save your anger for then, not now."

I turn back to where they left. "(sigh) I suppose you're right, old friend. Let's get back to the Watchpoint."

Me and Winston turn back to the ship, ready to go home.

Sorry for the wait guys and gals, I was busy again with more things. I have tons of things to do BUT I will keep updating this story and when I have time, I will go back and edit the past chapters. Thanks for reading this chapter, comment and rate so I can do a better job at writing- Paladin Leroy