This story details the adventure of the 9 TF2 Mercenaries as they travel to the future and the events that occur then.
Chapter 6: Domino Effect: Part 2. Both groups have lost members, one way or another. However, a war cannot be fought with only large battles.
Junkrat watched in horror as they were clearly not Junkers; a man stepped out of the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses and a hat. He aimed a rifle at them.
"Who are you?" the man called out in an Australian accent.
"Oi, mate, me name's Junkrat. This here is Roadhog." Roadhog grunted 'Hello'. "Who're you?"
"I'm the one asking questions here. What are you doing here?"
"I buried some treasure here. Was looking for it." he instantly regretted sharing that detail.
"What treasure?"
"Just some personal junk. From before the explosion." The man clearly did not believe him. "Oi, Pyro!" he yelled inside the car. Someone in a full fireproof stepped out, with a modified flamethrower. Whoever was inside the suit pointed it at them.
"You're going to lead us to your 'personal' treasure, and you're going to let us have it."
"Try it." Roadhog immediately hooked the back right tire of the car. Pulling it in, it swerved, knocking over the fireproof man while the first one jumped clear.
Scout was fiddling with a piece of metal he had torn from one of the railings in the building. It weighed nicely.
"Yo! Spy! When we getting out of here?"
"Just this way."
He lead them to an exit, but there was a man with an assault rifle pointing it at them.
"Freeze, punks." The man said.
Scout threw the railing at the man. He ducked, but before he could aim, Scout had grabbed the rifle, and wrestled him for it. He tried to elbow Scout, but saw that Spy had aimed a revolver at him, so he ducked instead. Scout kicked him the face with his right leg, knocking him hard enough to fall over, and let go of the rifle. Scout immediately picked it up, and shot him with it repeatedly, killing him quickly.
"I helped, didn't I?" asked Soldier.
"Yeah, you did Soldier. Here's your reward." Scout tossed him the rifle as he picked up his railing. Soldier examined the rifle, and turned around just in time to see the Overwatch crew armed, with their weapons pointed at them.
"You're not going anywhere." Winston said. "You killed Angela? How could you?"
"The same way we killed your other friend here. Brutally." Scout replied.
Winston got mad, as both crews started firing and moving rapidly.
As Roadhog pulled the car, a very large man with a minigun stepped out, flanked by a man dressed in what looked like a white lab coat. Roadhog and Junkrat ducked underneath the car as the bullets flew.
"This ain't good, Roadie."
"It ain't."
Suddenly, the door opposite them opened. A black man with an eyepatch and a sword faced the two.
"If I're you two, I'd give up right now." He pointed the sword at them. His good eye glowed green.
This ape was fast. Scout was faster. As they charged at each other, Scout ducked as the ape swung, and missed. Soldier was shooting at Pharah, as Spy clicked a button. All the lights went out, and Spy made himself even harder to see by cloaking.
After wandering, searching for enemies, Reinhardt and Torbjörn ran into each other. They knew that the French man could pretend to be anyone.
"Torbjörn! Is it really you?"
"If I said yes, you wouldn't believe me."
"Could be you're just that man saying that to gain my trust."
"Could be that you're him. One way to settle this-we tell each other information that only we know."
"Ok, Torbjörn. I start:" suddenly, Torbjörn looked at something behind Reinhardt with surprise. Reinhardt swung his hammer-he had hit and crushed the larger man into a wall.
"Thanks, Torbjörn." They then heard a ship descend into Gibraltar's port.
Suddenly, a large green orb appeared between them. They found themselves face to face with a giant.
"Did.. Soldier is dead? Yes! Finally! My curse is lifted!" The giant yelled.
"Ahh! Who are you?" Reinhardt asked the man.
"My name is Merasmus, and I am forever in your debt. You have killed my worst enemy. I shall grant you a wish, or my name isn't Merasmus, the greatest magician ever!" Merasmus rotated, filling the air with arcane explosions.
"I have a friend. She's stuck in time and almost dead. Get the picture?" asked Torbjörn.
"Yes, dwarf man. I will return her, nice and healthy."
Author's Notes: I have a story idea in mind, but if anybody wants to message me with ideas, feel free. I have lots of other things I want to do, and mindlessly racking my brain for ideas takes away precious time, and as such delays chapters. Thank you and please contribute if you have anything worth contributing. Finally, if you have some complaint, please do it from an actual account, so that I can reply with an explanation.
