Talon outpost, Dorado, Mexico.

Lights blinded the Swiss captive as she opened her eyes. She gazed around the open chamber, trying to place just where she was. Bare feet curled on the cold vinyl flooring, folding inwards towards her minimally clothed frame.

She looked down at her right wrist. A tight metal armband had been fastened around it. The blonde began to pick at the edges of the white and black bar code decorating the surface of the accessory.

The door to the room opened, granting passage to Talon's most gifted hacker. She closed the door behind her, eyes scanning the room.

"Ah, so you're still alive after all. And here I was beginning to worry."

Sombra walked up to the prisoner, inspecting her. Apparently satisfied, she walked back to the door and began to use the digital interface beside it.

"Even the comfiest prisoner rooms here seem dull, no? It's upstairs where the infrastructure becomes more elaborate. Shame you won't be seeing it, though. If I'm right, you have guests coming to see you today."

She paused in her work, glancing back at the empty look the captive was giving her. Sombra rolled her eyes.

"You're not even fully awake yet, are you? Figures. After what they did to you last night, who can blame you? Hmm... It looks like your personality rewrite is scheduled to start today. Your friends really have impeccable timing. Hold this for me, will you?"

The hacker hung a chain around the other woman's neck. On the end of the necklace was a purple and black flash drive, the face of which depicted a pastel purple skull.

"Well, I must be going. I'd stay, but I have a date with a certain little spider of mine. I think I better clear out before the party starts."

She turned, typing in a few words on the touchscreen. The door slid open with a faint swish. The blonde looked up, opening her mouth for the first time.

"...Thank you."

Sombra hesitated, feet still at the door frame. Without turning, she said just a little sadly: "Don't thank me. I'm one of the bad guys. Catch you around, chica."


"Oxton. You in position?"

The voice buzzed through her communicator chip, the stern voice of Soldier: 76 filled with pre-battle tension. Tracer looked behind her towards her teammates, Genji and Symmetra, who were crouched with her in their hiding spot near the side of the base's entrance.

"Aye, aye!"

The Overwatch agent went over the attack plan in her mind; first, Genji, Symmetra, and herself would infiltrate the base under the cover of a nearby distraction, locating and freeing any prisoners they could find. With the safety of the hostages secured, they would then be able to comb the enemy base for information regarding the developing God Program freely, radioing the information to the rest once the signal jam had been taken care of. The mission plan ended with a siege on the building, disabling any opposition. If all goes well, there would be one less Talon base in the world to worry about.

The chip activated once more, directing her attention to Morrison's voice.

"I read you. Just remember, once you get inside there will be no radio communication until Shrike brings down the interference tower. The rescue mission is important, but if you get caught, there will be no way for us to know."

On the other end of the line, the Brit could hear a strong kick and subsequent clatter. She puffed up her chest.

"I won't let you down. Tracer, over and out!"

There was little time to think about anything else before an explosion sounded out in the distance - the distraction that they had been waiting for.

"It would seem that our allies have made their move. It should not be long now." Stated Genji calmly.

Sure enough, the door leading into the enemy base opened, letting loose a troop of armed Talon security agents.

As the last of them ran towards the commotion, Tracer blinked behind the metal door seconds before it closed. Her two allies remained poised in their positions, weapons at the ready in case any soldiers returned.

There was a beep at the other end of the armored walls, and the heavy door slid open once more.

"Pretty cool, right?" She beamed, hands on her hips with a triumphant smile.

The three of them made their way inside, Genji gazing up at the disabled security camera, smoking after the abuse dealt to it by his companion's Pulse Pistols. There were no guards in sight, having presumably all been drawn out by the explosion in the courtyard.

Symmetra rounded the corner to a nearby supply closet, setting up her defenses. "We do not have much time. It won't be long before the terrorists discover that the explosion was no accident. I will remain here as planned to guard the way out."

A faint blue glow began to emit from the corner of the room as the teleporter opened up. The two Overwatch agents nodded to each other before parting down the forked passageways ahead.


Ana steadily made her way through the dense forest undergrowth, keeping her eyes and ears open for any threats. So far, she had only come across a single guard making routine rounds. He was easily dispatched before even noticing her presence.

The ease of which she could sneak around such a seemingly impenetrable base sent a wave of suspicion through the Egyptian's mind. Surely, the base used to be more heavily guarded?

Now in view of the interference tower, Ana set up her sniper rifle. At her signal, the troops she had waiting by the tower's shadow lobbed a small EMP grenade at one of the nearby generators, drawing the attention of the Talon agents. With deadly accuracy, Ana picked the soldiers off as they descended the ladder, leaving the area free of its defenses.

She climbed up the ladder with haste, her unit standing guard below. From her vantage point in the air, she could make out several troops engaging in battle with Morrison's hired mercenaries. By the looks of things, they didn't have long before Overwatch stepped in to prevent too many unnecessary casualties.

Now in the control room, she turned her attention to the interference projector before her. The machine itself was simpler than she had expected; while the tower's operation system acted as an advanced output device itself, the cloaking device was a separate part of the system.

"It looks as if I won't have to resort to violence, after all." She mused out loud, switching off the interference signal with the press of a few buttons.

The screen above her, which previously displayed nothing but various security reports, flickered. A loading bar flashed, followed by a notice: Message sent.

Before she had time to investigate further, however, the sound of increasingly heavy gunfire tore her mind from the machine.


Tracer stopped dead in her tracks at the sound emitting from her communicator chip. She had only just made it into some sort of weaponized vehicle hangar when the signal came through.

Captain Amari must have disabled the tower. She thought, opening the file sent to her through a private channel. The device projected a small hologram before her. Confused, she shifted the file, the display reacting to her touch. A small note popped up:

You can thank me later.

The note was signed with a pixelated skull of some sort. Tracer furrowed her brow. Huh... That's funny...

Her eyes widened as the message closed, unveiling a map of... Wait. Was this the facility they were in?

She scanned it, matching the details to the passages she had already explored. Everything added up. Her attention veered to the bottom corner of the display, and icon pointing to the lower floors.

"Prisoner holdings... Blimey..."

Loud footfalls echoed suddenly in the tunnel before her. Ducking behind the nearest vehicle, she watched as several units of soldiers hurried past.

"It looks like those vigilante idiots have come back to mess with our supplies again. Let's give 'em a taste of their own blood!"

"Damn it! Of all times for our camera staff to slack off!"

"Hurry up before I stick you from behind!"

The voices soon fell into the distance, Tracer breathing a sigh of relief. Despite the threat having passed, she still gave a quick start when she heard Ana's voice in her ear.

"The tower is down. Interference signals have been cancelled. Rescue team, what is your status?"

The voices of her teammates rang clear through the shared channel.

"All goes according to plan..."

"I have encountered a few soldiers, but I have yet to find the hostages."

Lena piped up, adding her own voice to the mix. "All good so far, luv! I think I found out where they're keeping everyone; I'll send the map your way. I'm on my way down there!"

She sent a copy of the files she received to the rest, sprinting down the shortest route available. As it turns out, she had been heading in the opposite direction. The holding was actually relatively close to the barracks by the way that they came in.

When Tracer arrived at the prisoner's quarters, she was surprised to find Genji already there, one man barely conscious slung over his shoulder.

"Greetings, Tracer. Thanks to your message, I have managed to secure some of the hostages already. Although, some had already left this world before I had arrived." His masked face looked to the ground. The brunette swallowed.

"C'mon... We'll have these people out in no time!"

Her teammate nodded, and they proceeded to free the cells one by one.


The sound of bullets rang clear through the air. Beyond the gate that separated the Talon base from the outer area, bodies littered the ground. Both sides traded blows from the edges of cover. Though cautious due to the casualties brought on by Ana's sniping, the terrorists were slowly gaining ground on the group with their more numerous resources and sheer numbers.

Soldier: 76 fired off a few more rounds at the encroaching Talon forces. He watched as they fell, using the brief decrease of enemy fire to try pushing in once again. He stepped forward, only having to dodge back again to avoid an incoming bomb.

"Hehehehehe... Can't catch me now!" Screamed a maniacal voice from the top of the outer wall. A noise not unlike a car alarm went off as a particularly powerful blast took the lives of multiple soldiers, friend and foe alike. "Outta the way, you ratbags! This one is mine!"

Another volley of bombs came crashing down, sending bits of earth and peat flying into the air.

Morrison cursed. It was impossible to land a shot on the lunatic lobbing bombs from such a defensive position.

"For God's sake, can somebody please take out that maniac throwing bombs at us?!" He roared into the radio.

The voice of Fareeha Amari came back to him. "I'm on it. Lend me some cover fire."

The former Overwatch commander nodded. "Affirmative." He signaled to his troops to ready for an attack. As the opposing force looked to the skies, Soldier: 76 jumped out from behind his cover.

"Tactical visor activated!"

Rockets and bullets rained down relentlessly at the troops, Ana assisting from a distance. A few soldiers at Morrison's side fell to the ground clutching their wounds, but the team carried on. Countless Talon agents were vanquished by the combined attacks. Bombs began flying in all directions, the junker trying in vain to reach the looming threat.

As one of Pharah's concussive blasts sped towards him, Junkrat clicked the switch on his detonator, sending him flying through the air towards their ranks.

"Hahahaha! Surprise!" he cried, unleashing some more bombs. "You'll never catch me! Not in a million years, you won't!"

They watched as he slowly, but surely, fell from the sky in a crazy act of self-preservation. He fell down, still laughing, into a pit of sand as the bemused Overwatch agents looked at each other in surprise. The bulk of them resumed fighting the rest of the Talon agents. The soldiers closest to Junkrat circled the man, guns pointing at him as his face froze in realization.

"Uh oh... Now this is quite the stitch..."

But the shocked stupor didn't last long, and soon his face lit up with mirth as he tore a scrap of cloth off his abdomen, revealing a bright red button. "Now, now, mates... You take one step closer and I blow this whole base thingy to smithereens! I press this button, and it all comes crashing down in a matter of five itty bitty minutes! I mean, I was supposed to wait for you to all get inside, but that's not stopping me from doing it right now! Don't move an inch!"

His eyes jumped from soldier to soldier like a rabid animal, glaring at each and every one of them. Then, as if pulling some glorious prank, he bared his teeth again and slammed his fist on the button, dissolving in a fit of laughter.

"Hahahaha! It looks like this place'll go 'kaboom!' after all! Ahahahaha!"

The crowd pressed in, raising their guns once more.

"Ah! Wait, wait!" Cried the Aussie, raising both hands in the air. "Stop, don't shoot! I just did this for the money, I swear! And I have two whole bundles of explosives ready to go off if I bite it and - "

His words were cut off when a sleep dart hit its mark in the side of his neck, sending the trigger-happy terrorist to the ground.


Tracer wiped her brow. The physical labour of escorting the prisoners, the bulk of which could hardly stand on their own, was taking its toll. The young Brit, however, was determined to get them all out. She rounded the corner of the hall to a series of a few newer looking rooms. She slid the lever on the door only to find the inside empty.

She knew that it was unlikely for every room to be filled, but Lena couldn't stop the faint feeling of disappointment every time she opened a door to an empty room. Especially now that they seemed to be nearing the last of them. Was she too late? Was Mercy even here?

Well, better than another bloody corpse... How could anyone do such cruel things to another person...?

She turned her attention to the next door. Grasping the handle, she pulled with all her might. The metal slid open with a smooth grace as her eyes went wide, pupils glued to the woman in front of her.

Angela.

It was her.

"Ange! Ange, luv, I can't believe you're alright!" Lena could scarcely hold back her joy as she raced to the angel that held her heart. She held her close in a tight embrace. "Angela... I missed you so much. You're going to be alright now. We've come for you..."

She stared directly into the sky blue orbs she loved so much, the blonde gazing back at her with curiosity.

And then out came a string of words that hit her like stone.

"...Who are you?"

Tracer's jaw dropped in disbelief. Her hands fell to her sides as her mind struggled to process the words.

"Ange, it's me... You.. You really don't remember?"

Mercy shook her head blankly.

How is this even possible?

"You... You can call me Lena." She choked, feeling tears prick her eyes. She bit her lip, tasting warm drops of blood as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. "Come on, luv, let's get you out of here."

She gripped the porcelain hands of the medic, lifting her to a standing position. As she did, the urgent voice of Soldier: 76 boomed in the line of communication.

"Tracer, Genji, Symmetra... All of you, get out of that building, STAT! The cursed thing is about to blow in five minutes! I repeat, get out here, now, or you're all going to be buried alive!"

The blood ran cold in Tracer's veins. She tightened her grip on Mercy's hand.

"Listen to me, Ange: We have to get out of here, fast. I'm going to pick you up and things might get a bit weird... But I promise you we'll make it out alive, even if it's the last thing I do."

Seemingly understanding the seriousness of the situation, Mercy nodded. Tracer picked her up - had she always been this light, or was that just the adrenaline? - and bolted as fast as her legs could carry her, blinking as often as she could within the limits of her accelerator.

Though she and Genji had fought down many Talon agents in the halls, there were still some patrolling the area. They raised their weapons, preparing to shoot.

"Bollocks. I don't have time for this... Hold on, luv!"

She jumped into the air, blinking mid-jump to effectively teleport over the enemy ranks. She had just reached the top of the stairway when one of the enemy bullets ripped into her back.

"Aarg..!" She gritted her teeth, trying her best to bear the pain. There was no time to rewind now. The person in her arms looked at her with great concern.

At last, they reached the supply room which held their way out. Symmetra stood at its side, urging her on.

"We must move quickly. I will close the teleporter once we have reached the other side."

"What about Genji?"

"He has already made it through." She replied.

Relieved, Tracer followed her through the teleporter.

The three of them made it outside just in time. As the teleporter closed, a roar erupted as the entire building in the distance collapsed. With most of the base underground, it resembled a monstrous sinkhole consuming the fort, wreckage spewing into the air. A large gust tore over the field and into the jungle, hurling chunks of concrete and iron into the protective wall around the base. Exhaustion consuming her, Tracer sank slowly to the ground and put down the woman in her arms.

"I...Did it.. You're safe, luv.." She panted with a smile. Feeling suddenly dizzy, the Overwatch agent collapsed on the soft, loamy ground.