I am freaking out right now guys. I leak dropped last week hinting that Overwatch ( The gamer this is based off of) Could be getting a sequel. I don't know if this is true or not but if it is then this is huge because one thing the current game needs is a story mode and if a second game is coming then it would be the perfect opportunity to give us fans a much needed story mode.

Anyway lets continue with this.

Recluse didn't know what time she woke up, all she knew was that when she did she was tied up to a chair with Poppy sitting in a chair right in front of her with a rifle pointed at her stomach.

"This is only for precautionary measures," Poppy responded about the rifle "To ensure you don't try anything stupid."

"Oh I am so going to kill you when I get out of these bonds." Recluse growled. "My team is going to find me and they are going to decapitate you and leave your body in a dumpster."

"Bridget let's get one thing clear, even with this pretty eyepatch that you gave me, I am still one of the best snipers in the world. Your team would never see me before I see them."

"My name is Recluse."

"No," Poppy shook her head "Your name is Bridget, and even if you don't remember anything before your life as a Raptor I do. Do you recognize where we are?"

Bridget looked around and she was on stage in giant theater but what theater she could not tell.

"Never seen this place before in my life."

"Now that I know is false, you once performed here as a ballerina more than a decade ago. Me and fellow Watchdogs went to see you perform."

Bridget just laughed "Now I know you are delusional, me a ballerina? I am a sniper, I would never partake in something so wimpy."

"It's true." Poppy took out a old photo that Gristle took of Bridget in her outfit from the show and showed it to Bridget. "You was the best ballerina in all of Paris, you was the star of the show. You performed with a team but you was always the star."

Bridget's eyes widened when she saw the photo, Poppy continued explaining. "This photo was taken by your late husband Gristle. You met him after this very show on this stage."

"Late husband?"

"Yes?" Poppy sighed lowering her head in remembrance of her old friend. "He died the night you disappeared. The night you were taken by the Raptors. Do you really not remember anything of your life before a sniper?"

"No." Bridget replied "All I ever remember is being trained to be the best assassin in the world. Kill anybody that I was told no questions asked. I see flashes of a old life from before but they're like puzzle pieces, small and incomplete, like a single second of a old life then it's gone."

"What do you see in your flashes?"

"A man, a bergan like me. We seem to be at dinner, he was dressed in a military like uniform and I was in a pink dress. We are at dinner, sitting at a balcony above a fountain, there was swans in that fountain. We were both drinking wine and just laughing."

Poppy took out another picture, this one of Gristle, "Was this the man in your vision?"

Bridget's eyes widened in realization and she nodded.

"This was Gristle, your late husband. The vision you are seeing was from your first date. I remember him saying he was taking you to the finest restaurant in Paris. I forget what it's called but I think it translated to the robot's Opera house or something. France was always a friendly place for robots. I had been there once before myself long ago and I do remember there being a balcony standing over a fountain."

"My husband was wearing a uniform during that date. What did he do for a living exactly?"

"He was a Watchdog, same as me."

Bridget's eyes widened and she began to struggle with her binds.

"No, no that can't be true, that can't be true. The Watchdogs are my enemies, enemies, the world. He couldn't align himself with them!"

"Bridget," Poppy put her hand on Bridget's forehead to try to calm her down. "Bridget listen to me, the Watchdog's are not your enemies, you was married to one. The Raptors they broke into your house, they abducted you, Gristle, your husband died trying to stop them. They turned you into this. They turned them into a weapon."

"No," Bridget screamed, her whole body shaking like she was about into a seizer. "Your lying, your lying! Your trying to brainwash me your…. AAAAAHHH!" Suddenly the visor she wore on her head started smoking, a current of electricity went across her whole body shocking her. She then toppled over in her chair.

"BRIDGET!?" Poppy gasped running to check on her old friend. She breathed a sigh of relief to see she still had a pulse, but what caused her visor to go crazy like that?

"Her visor must be blocking her memories," Poppy assumed studying the hardware on Bridget's head. "When she started recovering some of her past memories, the thing started overloading." Poppy looked over her unconscious friend and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry Bridget you will regain what was stolen from you. You will regain your memories, I promise. We will undo what has been done to you.

Reby came home from school to see Jo curled over the couch crying. Judging by the amounts of tissues on the floor she had been crying for quite a while.

"Jo what's wrong."

"It's mom. She has been arrested."

"What?"

Jo signaled for Reby to sit next to her, as soon as Reby sat down Jo explained. "The cops raided a trailer she and some friends were hanging out in. They found a meth lab, along with all the ingredients to make meth, a list of clients and tons of cash."

"Did… your mom admit to helping make any of it?"

"I went to visit her the second the second she called from prison. She admitted to help making the meth and selling it. She said that was why she was never home. That she was busy making the stuff with her friends. She even admitted to using some of the stuff herself. She… Is going to be in prison for a while.

"What is that going to mean for me?"

"I have already applied for custody. I am going to go see a judge to be your legal guardian. After what has happened today, I can't lose what family I got left." Jo buried her head in Reby's shoulders "I just can't."

Reby sat there and comforted Jo for almost a hour. Jo finally gave in to exhaustion and fell asleep on the couch. Getting up Reby covered her cousin with a blanket and went to her room. That is when she was determined she was going to give Jo someone to look up to. With her father gone and her mother in prison, Jo needed someone in life that she could look up to, someone she could admire. Sure she would not approve of it at first. She would probably be angry even and try everything in her power to stop her, but in time she believed Jo would come to approve of Reby's actions and admire what she did.

Going to her room the first thing she did grab a blue hoodie and a hat. She wanted to hide her face as much as possible in case the cameras caught her. Next she went to the garage. Walking over to the metel shelf there resting on the top shelf was the tool box. She stood on her tip toes and reached for the tool box, only to find it was just out of reach.

"Dammit what now?" Looking around the a garage she saw a step stool sitting right next to Jo's bike.

"That could work." Grabbing the step stool she unfolded it and walked it over to the metal shelf. It was just enough for her to reach the tool box. Grabbing the box she placed it on the floor and started to rummage through the tools.

"Come on where are they, where are they? AHA!" reaching down she grabbed a pair of chain cutters. She had everything she needed, now she just hoped she could pull this off. She walked back to the base where she last saw the mech suits. Sure enough they were still there, standing tall and proud in the middle of giant road way.

Reby closed her eyes and took a big breath and hopped in place a few times to loosen up her nerves. "Okay Reby, you can do this." Taking out the chain cutters she cut off the lock and opened the gate door." Thankfully it was night so the guards would have a harder time seeing her. But the security camera's wouldn't. She had to stay out of the way of the cameras otherwise the alarms would go off and she would be caught. She watched carefully as the rotating cameras made a complete cycle, and studied how long it took for each cycle to take.

"Thirteen seconds for a complete rotation," Reby then looked around for some good hiding places for when the camera might see her. She noticed some bushes about halfway from were she stood and the mech suits she was after.

As soon as the camera finished it's rotation Reby ran as fast as her legs could take her. Stopping only once in those bushes. Then when the camera started it's next rotation Reby took off running again. She reached the mech suit and hid behind it out of sight of the camera. She noticed a door in the back that allowed entrance. Opening the door she climbed in. It was a tight squeeze, even for somoeone her size.

"How on Earth do they expect a grown adult to fit in these things?" Reby griped to herself. She couldn't even sit in the thing, she would have to operate the thing laying on her stomach. But there was to sticks in front of her with buttons on the side that she assumed operated the machine

"Okay it looks like there its no gas pedal like a car so I am going control it with these sticks."

Suddenly the alarm went off. The camera noticed her. "Dammit they see me!"

"Unauthorized personal in the new mech!" The alarm chimed "I repeat unauthorized personal in the new mech suit."

"Shut up!" Reby screamed pressing the button on the left stick. Suddenly blasts shot out from the mech's guns and destroyed the camera.

"Did I just do that?" Reby gasped. No time to think of what she just did, cause the guards were coming.

"Step out of the mech suit and put your hands in the air, this is your only warning, otherwise we will open fire!"

"Okay Reby, think!" She didn't want to kill anybody if she didn't have to. But she had to get away from these guards. Pressing the other button on the other stick she suddenly found herself and the mech flying in the air.

"Aw how do you steer this thing?" Reby screamed as she grabbed the stick and started steering it in every direction possible as the guards watched on confused. After about half a minute Reby started gaining control started flying more smoothly. She then exhaled "Not to bad for someone who doesn't even have her driving license." Suddenly she found a wave of confidence consume her. "Okay, let's do this." She turned the mech suit and started firing at the guards. Making sure not to hit them but making it close enough that they ran away to avoid getting hit. Reby just laughed, quoting her favorite lines along the way.

"D:VA one; Bad guys zero." With the guards chased off she turned her attention to the other mech suits. As amazing as they was she couldn't risk the suits falling in the wrong hands. She started opening fire destroying the other mech suits to avoid them being used by Raptor forces.

The Raptor guards watched helplessly, as the other suits blew up in a gulf of flames. They knew their weapons wasn't powerful enough to penetrate the mech's armor. The suit was designed so no ordinary military weapon could penetrate it, a trait that would have come in handy with their war against the robots. They were hoping the person in the suit didn't know that though and would surrender when they threatened her, only to realize she wouldn't

"Chef isn't going to be happy about this." One guard whined

With the other mechs destroyed Reby flew off with her new flying toy. The easy part was done, now came the hard part.

"Where on Earth am I going to hide this thing?"