Prowler knew what he had to do, it was against one of the main orders of the mission he'd been given, but he didn't have a choice. He had to rush into the subway and rescue the Strike team. "Miller, I'm going in." Said Prowler. "Roger, I'll alert Morrison." Said Miller. Prowler ran toward the entrance to the subway and was greeted by heated smoke and the sound of gunfire. He ran down the stairs to the platform, shot three troopers that were there and jumped on to the tracks. Underneath the smoke was four more troopers firing at the Strike team behind Reinhardt's barrier. Prowler immediately blasted through them and saw Torbjorn putting up his turret, and Mercy tending to Tracer, who had been knocked unconscious. Prowler looked at her, it was his responsibility to make sure she'd make it back alive, and he could have failed. "You the help Morrison sent?" Asked Reinhardt. "Yep, the name's Prowler, I'm an Owl commander." He said, putting away the Ocelot. "The Owls. I was wondering when I'd get to meet one of you." Said Reinhardt. "So what happened?" Asked Prowler, walking toward them. "Our transport was blown to smithereens. What do you think happened." Said Torbjorn. "Is Oxton alright?" Asked Prowler. "She should be fine." Said Mercy. "A couple bruises and knocked unconscious, but no broken bones." Prowler pulled out his Owl terminal put it on speaker, and kneeled to the floor. "Fernando, how much room is in that shuttle?" "Not much Amigo, maybe dos o tres more guys, but that's it." "The touchdown points at the courtyard, if we all can't fit, it's a lost cause, and if we get surrounded along the way, we're toast." Said Prowler. "I need to extract Lena ASAP, we can't make it that far." Said Mercy. Prowler thought and then pinged his terminal again. "Miller, you think the chopper can fit next to the power station?" "It'll be a tight fit, but I'm sure Ishmael can make it work." "Roger, I'll get onto the chopper with Mercy and Tracer, Torbjorn and Reinhardt will make their way to the courtyard while we provide them cover fire to the shuttle. Then we're out of here." Said Prowler. Everybody seemed happy with the plan. "Let's go then." Said Prowler. Reinhardt grabbed Tracer and put her over his shoulder, put up his shield and lead the way. Prowler readied his Ocelot, and the team headed out. "Ishmael, en route to LZ, standby for extraction." They got out and fired at the many Null Sector troops coming for them. It was mostly remaining bots that hadn't been cleaned up the first time round, but then came something new. Omnic troops that had blades on their hands that extended like swords, similar to a Talon Assassin. They were quick, light and the team all agreed that it's best if they kept them back. Reinhardt, who had been holding Tracer, had to put her on the ground when one got too close so he could hit it with his hammer. Then, a sword bot that had snuck behind the team leapt out of nowhere, and it was about to land on Tracer. It seemed like time slowed down, the rest of the team watched with a gaze as they were about to see Tracer be impaled, and not be able to do anything. Then, at what seemed like the last possible millisecond, Prowler shoulder tackled the bot and pushed it to the ground. He immediately pulled out his Wolf, and just like that, the threat was gone. Prowler stood up, but then felt an immense pain in his abdomen. He looked at it, his hand that was covering it was drenched in blood, the sword had sliced straight through his stomach about six inches from the middle, and sliced straight out of it. Mercy immediately flew toward him and gave him some healing. He felt a bit better. "Thanks." He said. It wasn't healing as fast because it was so big, but he was getting by. "This is Ishmael, LZ is in sight, prepare for immediate extraction." Went over the radio, and the sound of a helicopter roared through the air. Reinhardt grabbed Tracer, watched as the helicopter descended to a hover over the ground, and laid her on the ground of the chopper. Several gunshots hit the chopper. "We're taking fire, hurry up." Said Ishmael. Mercy walked Prowler over to the chopper and got him in next to Tracer, and hopped in herself, and the chopper almost immediately flew away. The inside of the Owl chopper consisted of three three-seating cloth benches; one on each side and one on the back. Mercy got up and laid Tracer on the one on the left side of the craft. Prowler sat in the one on the right. She did a checkup on Tracer to make sure she was still breathing and her heart was beating. "I can't thank you enough." Said Mercy. "This mission went so south so quickly, if you didn't show up, I don't think any of us would've lived. And with that sword bot." "It's fine, it's all in part of being a hero." He reached for the first aid kit. "After all, that's what we are right?" He opened it and pulled out gauze, disinfectant and bandages and began treating himself. "You need me to help you with that?" Asked Mercy. "It's fine, I was a combat medic in the Navy SEALs for about a year before going into the Owls." "Wow." She said. Prowler continued treating his wounds while Mercy secured Tracer. Fernando came over the radio. "Sub-Zion transport is away." "Roger, heading home." Said Ishmael. "Rendezvous at Overwatch Headquarters, we'll figure this out there. I'll be there personally." Said Miller. The chopper and Transport began to fly out of London Airspace. The chopper was silent for the first hour of flight. "So what is Sub-Zion?" Asked Mercy.
