Author's Notes: First an foremost, I like to be modest, but i always give credit, where credit is due. I want to thank the amazing community for being apart of my story, and all my fans who've been subscribing from around the world. Thank you all, and keep being the amazing people you are. Today's Special: Overwatch POV
—Watchpoint Gibraltar, Spain, 4 Days Since the Disappearance of Doctor Angela Ziegler—
Lena "Tracer" Oxton, sat atop Winston's tire chair, watching him work, a mopey expression plastered on her face. "Winston, luv?" She asked softly, exhaustion clear in her voice. He took off his glasses and faced her. "Yes, Lena? What is it?" He asked softly. "Can I keep working on the ship?" She asked timidly. He chuckled before breathing on his glasses and wiping it clean with his thumb. "I'm sorry Lena, but I can't let you anymore. You've worked non-stop for days, you need a break. I know you miss her, we all do, but she can take care of herself, if at least until we manage to get the ship fixed." He said, having already calculated her chance of survival with the assistance of Athena, the Watchpoint's on site AI.
Lena shifted her gaze to the floor, and sighed deeply. "But it's the wasteland Winston, look at Jamison and Mako! They're nuts, imagine if she fell right on some dusty bandit base! They could kill her!" She finally yelled, now awake, seemingly afraid and angry at the same time. Before he could retort, Athena's voice cut them off. "Incoming transmission."
Lena and Winston's head snapped up at the news. "From where?" They asked in unison. "The Australian Outback." They both looked at each other and smiled before they both spoke in unison again. "Show us!" The screen went black before static showed up, but soon was replaced with an image of a latino man fiddling with the camera, trying to make it stand up straight.
"Estúpida cámara de mierda, esa cosa nunca sabe cómo sólo levantarse! There we go, okay amiga, we're rolling, we got about thirty minuets, give or take. Action!" The latino man stood up, revealing Angela sitting on a couch, in a room dimly lit by fire. She smiled brightly waving at the camera. "Hello everyone! I wanted to inform you I am still alive, I have been in the care of a local wastelander going by the name Pérdido, as well as his best friend here Ramirez." She said gesturing to Ramirez who sat on the other end of the sofa, puffing on what looked like a wooden pipe. He coughed when mentioned and waved at the camera, trying to cover his coughing.
Angela looked concerned, but was still smiling. "Told you smoking was bad for you. Anyways, we need a pick up as soon as possible. We are located six miles south west of the Overwatch base, located by a chapel. And Winston…I have a personal question."
She paused, looking hesitant, but still spoke. "Could you perhaps allow these men I've befriended to come with us to Overwatch, they are both incredibly talented in the art of combat. I'm sure they would do fine amongst out ranks." She said proudly. Ramirez looked at her and gave her a cheeky smile. "Aww Amiga, you do care! You make me wanna cry!" He said in a string of giggles before propping his feet up. and leaning back to give Angela a noogie. She swatted at him as hell laughed. He leaned back again and looked at the camera. "Oh, Fareeha, if your watching, you still owe me that dinner for saving your ass." He gave a mock two finger salute and abruptly stood up and walked off, a grin on his face.
Angela smiled as he walked away, then back at the camera. "I really want you to consider what I've asked Winston. I have seen what these two are capable of, especially Mar-Pérdido. He is extraordinarily gifted in CQC, more so than even Reyes was. He is also incredibly resilient, able to soak in damage, and still deliver powerful attacks. He is also a dead-eye, better than Jesse or even dare I say Anna…He was the one who took out that first missile before it hit us. Using an old bolt action, bullet cartridge rifle of all things." She sighed and looked dreamily off into the distance.
"He is a strange one for sure, but I think he would fit in perfect in Overwatch. Reply as soon as you can. I miss and love you all." Angela smiled softly before cutting the camera off.
"End Transmission." Athena spoke, before sighing and speaking. "I scanned what visual vitals I could during the transmission. She had a normal heart rate, and normal blood pressure. Meaning she most likely is not being held against her will. I have their exact coordinates locked, would you like to reply?" Athena asked, the question pointed at Winston, he smiled brightly before answering. "Of course, Lena, lets send a message to them shall we?"
—End of Day 4—
The following morning, a meeting had been called at first light. The meeting room was packed to capacity as heroes lined either side. The watched Winston walk up to a podium of sorts and stare out amongst the crowd, smiling at the news he was about to deliver.
"As of last night at nearly nine o'clock, we received a transmission from our very own Doctor Ziegler. She is alive and in the care of some of the locals in the Outback. She spoke very highly of their combat skills, giving some compliments of extreme measure to one of them, claiming, and I quote, "Better in CQC than Reyes, and a dead-eye better than Jesse and possibly even better than our original Captain Amari herself." He was the one who stopped the missile from hitting us using an old bullet rifle."
Many brows raised at the news, of course happy as all hell to hear that their favorite resident doctor was alive and well. Although, this news of a heavily experienced fighter was interesting. From the way she talked about him, one would assume an older person, boy would they be surprised. Winston cleared his throat, not finished speaking.
"As of now, our efforts should be completely focused on fixing that drop ship so we can pick up our doctor. And if the two wastelanders agree, we might have some new recruits. Also, Pharah!" She seemed to sharpen her sitting form as her named was called. "Yes sir?" She asked sharply. Winston began to smirk. "One of these men, one named Ramirez, said you still owe him a dinner date, for saving your butt apparently. Care to explain?"
The woman in question looked down slightly disheartened, but easily maintaing composure. "He was a mercenary I met working in LA, who coincidently was from the same Outback. He didn't survive the attack sir, I watched him go down with an enemy outpost, trying to play hero." She said with a voice that she had to train for moments like this when her voice wanted to waver.
Winston raised a brow and had Athena pull up a profile picture of Ramirez, as well as a screenshot of him on the couch smoking a pipe next to, 'Angela?' She thought, then smiled. "So that crazy son of a bitch's plan worked, and he lived. Huh…I guess I owe him a dinner date." She said mostly to herself, but the teammates that heard her chuckled lowly.
Winston cleared his throat again, once again gathering the attention of the Overwatch Agents. "This concludes today's meeting. All engineers report to bay six and begin on today's repairs of drop ship. We need it functional yesterday people." With that, the gorilla along with most of the engineers as well as Lena sauntered out of the meeting room, most doing the same, but a few remaining, such as McCree, Pharah, Genji, and Junkrat and Roadhog. They still sat the table, waiting till the last cleared out before they began speaking.
"I believe I know the person who will be arriving." Mako said, his mask making his voice rumble. Jamison looked sharply up at Mako. "Do you remember that fighter that showed up mid-fight during the early days of the Gladiator arena. El Pérdido. The Lost. He was a legend in the ring, he was, what… like, nineteen last time we saw him." Mako recalled.
"Oí, he's right! I remember that kid, hell, he scared me, and I don't scare easy! Kid is taller than Roadie." Jamison gestured wildly. "Well, hold your horses there, partner. We don't even know if it's really even him that's coming, I'm sure there are many other roamers out there in the wastes." Jamison shook his head adamantly. "You don't seem to understand, mate. There are very few roamer's anymore. People are too chicken to try and fight off an entire faction themselves, much less multiple. He's the only one I know managed in the years after the crazy Raider 'Trails.'"
"What are the raider 'Trails'?" Fareeha asked curiously. Jamison and Mako looked at each other. A look was shared, they looked at her, Mako rumbled deeply.
"Something that have always separated raiders from junkers. They believe in slavery, and did this event a few years ago where they had slaves from around the world fight each other. Roamers began disappearing at a rapid rate. It was a mix to make money, and half to weed out the weak. They wanted an ultimate fighter. Well, they got it, some slave fought his way to the top, and eventually broke out with some outside help. Decimated the base and killed nearly everyone in it. There are rumors…that Pérdido was that slave, but no one knows for sure. One thing I know for sure, people are terrified of his name. It is spoken in whispers for good reason." Mako finished ceremonially, as if he had rehearsed that conversation a hundred times before.
Although Genji's expression was unreadable, McCree and Fareeha's face showed one of awe. Fareeha leaned forward, intrigued. "This guy sounds like a legend and all, but didn't you say he was only like nineteen when you last saw him?" She asked. Jamison nodded. "Actually, if the rumors are true, and he was in the 'Trails' from the beginning, that would have made him fifteen at its start." Jamison said matter-of-factly. The three agents sitting across from the junkers adopted looks of mortification. "That's horrible! Who would make a child fight in a ring in battles to the death?!" Fareeha exclaimed in horror. "Raiders…" Mako said softly, and…sadly.
—The cliffs overlooking the Atlantic—
Lucio and sat side by side staring off into the ocean, Hana was currently and whole heartedly focused on her hand held game. Lucio sighed and she glanced at him, before her eyes darted back to her game. "Something on your mind?" She asked innocently. He returned the glance before speaking. "Yeah, I was on that mission with Pharah, I've met the guy before, Ramirez. I thought he died too." He said slowly. She looked at him. "So? The guy is alive, good! Maybe he'll make a move on Fareeha during the date and she'll lighten up around here." Hana said jokingly.
"No, its great that he's alive! Its just…we watched him, dive into an explosion… He said he had a plan…" He started
—4 Weeks Ago—
Lucio led the group of mercenaries down the alley way trying to meet up with Pharah and the stray merc than had gotten separated earlier. They saw the duo holding their position at the end of the alleyway. Lucio and Pharah waved to each other as the group closed in.
"It's good to see you Lucio, this is Ramirez. He's not as green as we thought he was." She said slyly. He smiled back at her. "Aww, was that a compliment, blue jay? Dios Mío, you must love me." He said with a smug smirk. He focused he attention down the other end of the alley, watching the building across the street when some movement caught his eye. He trained his rifle on the area and signaled every to be quiet. Every fell silent, rifles raising. Ramirez took point and headed down the alleyway and stopped where it met the street.
The roads were empty today, as reports of heavy gang activity in the area had persuaded everyone from approaching the area. They watched several gang members load crates into a truck from a garage on the side of a building. Ramirez signaled that he was going to move forward, and engage, when he felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. It was Pharah. He turned to face her.
"What is it amiga, we don't have a lot of time." He asked impatiently. "You plan on attacking them, yet there are easily twenty of them just outside. How the hell do you plan to taking them all down? The could suppress us from where we are. All we have is the element of surprise." She said in a angry, hushed tone. He chuckled softly. "And don't worry, Blue Jay, you'll still get your stealth and surprise. I'm the only one charging in, don't worry, I got a plan. Picked it up from an old friend. If I live, you owe me a dinner date. I have to see what your armored ass looks like in a nice dress. I'll take you somewhere nice, so you better bring your best. Not that I expect anything less, you do pull the whole badass in blue pretty well. Stay safe beautiful."
He turned with that, ignoring the slight blush on her cheeks, and charged out into the street and began firing on the enemy members, easily dispatching them with quick, well placed head shots from his dual scorpions. The spray of red mist when he shot someone was new to some of the group, even Pharah to a degree. His weapon choice was unique as the latino man himself. He ducked and dodged, and weaved between closing in members with melee weapons. He summersaulted over a member, removing his machete from his enemies' grasp. He used it to decapitate the gang member, eliciting terrified screams from the fellow members. He moved through like a ghost, twirling and spinning in-between terrified men, sweeping and chopping all along the way. Until he was the only one that remained, nearly twenty men, all laid chopped to pieces on the ground.
He held the dripping, bloody machete, and looked over his shoulder with a smirk aimed right at Fareeha. Her mouth was slightly ajar, watching him as he tossed the bladed weapon aside and raised his main rifle, a Hk416 and made his way forward. He kicked open the door and headed inside. Gun shots could be heard from the building. Pharah fought the urge to follow him, and fight along side the man. She watched the street, waiting for a contingency force.
*BOOM*
Fire, dust, debris, heat. All things she felt, despite the endless ringing in her ears, and horrible ache all over her body. She pushed herself up and looked at where the building used to be. Now, a large pile of rubble, fire coming off the debris in droves. She walked towards the wreckage, slowly, the ringing finally beginning to ebb. "Ramirez! Ramirez, answer your comms! Damnit, RAMIREZ!" She roared. No reply. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Pharah, we gotta go, I want to look for him too. The reinforcements will be here soon, though. All we can do is remember for what he did for us, and who he was." Lucio tried to reason with the woman. She turned to face him, and looked down, trying to keep tears at bay. Although she was successful, she knew she would cry later on her own.
She shouldered her launcher and started to meet up with the group. Lucio turned one last time to the burning wreckage, plumes of black smoke bellowing into the sky, rising high above the nearby buildings. He sighed sadly, and turned to walk away.
—Present—
Hana, wide-eyed, was now fully focused on Lucio as he retold the tale. She whistled lowly. "He survived that. Man, those wastelanders don't fuck around do they? And to think if this Ramirez guy is capable of all that, imagine what the other guy could do. You heard what Winston said, better shot than Anna, better at CQC than Reaper. It only makes sense that this guys gotta be a legend." Lucio nodded slowly. "I couldn't even imagine pissing off Jamison or Mako, much less those two. Hell I don't even know 'em, but after what I've heard, all I know is I want to stay on their good side if and when they get here." He said assuredly.
—Hanger Bay 6—
Reinhardt held a metal plate in place, while Lena and Trobjörn welded it to the hull. Winston stood next to Satya and held a blueprints and pointed to Zarya carrying a heavy crate. "Zarya, could you bring that crate over here. It has the capacitor we'll need for the rear thrusters. "Ja, how long do you think it vill be Vinston, until the ship is repaired?" He was about to answer when Lena answered for him. "Probably a week if we really push it. But if we move at the pace we have been, probably another two weeks." She said, lifting the welders mask up, revealing the bouncy brit's, oil stained face. She looked at Winston, and looked at her co-worker nervously, she trotted over to Winston while everyone else continued their work, and tapped on his shoulder, gesturing for him to follow silently.
As soon as they were a distance away, Lena turned and faced Winston. "I have a favor to ask, luv. Could Emily stay here for a while? She's been kicked out of her apartment because she couldn't afford rent, yeah? She would probably get a job in Gibraltar, and she can live in my dorm!" She seemed excited at the prospect. Winston sighed, not sure if allowing such a thing would be a good idea. He thought deeply for a moment before giving her a sly smile. "Only if you ask her to bake that peanut butter, banana bread she makes so well." Lena's eyes widened and she tackled Winston into a bear hug, squealing with happiness. "Thankyou!Thankyou!Thankyou!" She chanted again and again. He laughed heartily at her reaction, always happy to bring good things to the spritely, cheery brit. After a moment, she broke the hug, giving him a rather perplexed look.
"Wait, where are the two new guys gonna live? If Emily didn't stay with me, we wouldn't have a free room for her anyways." He sat back, having not considered such arrangements. Before he smirked at her. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind housing one of them, especially since i'm being kind and letting Emily stay here." He said, trying to see if he could kill two birds with one stone. She cringed, if he was anything like Jamison or Mako, she didn't know if she wanted that. Soon another question hit her. "Which one would stay with Emily and I? That Ramirez fellow seemed okay, but that Pérdido guy is apparently some kinda super waster, and I don't know if I want that, to sleep on my couch, especially not with my special gal right next to me. I hope you understand, luv." She said hesitantly. He looked disheartened, yet determined. "We'll see what he's like first." Winston said encouragingly.
Lena shrugged, and he smiled in reply. "So Lena, are you excited to have Emily come here?" Winston asked, a grin on his face. She smiled brightly and nodded enthusiastically. "I bet she'll love you all as much as you'll love her! She's the sweetest, funniest, most beautiful girl in the world! It stinks I haven't been able see her since I answered the recall…But thats okay, she will be here in couple hours!" Her hands clamped over her mouth and started to panic when Winston gave her a deadpanned look. "You already told her I said yes, didn't you?" He asked stoically.
She immediately began to plea. "I'm so sorry, luv! I couldn't stand the thought of her staying at some shelter. If she doesn't have her own home, I always want her to at least have me to help where I can." She spoke proudly in defense of her girlfriend. Winston hushed her, as to not alert the other agents working on the ship, some of which were glancing in their direction. "Look, I understand, which is why I'm not upset. Just be honest and ask me first next time, please?" She nodded slowly, feeling like a child being scolded. He hummed happily at her response.
—Recreation Room—
"A better shot than me? Huh, he must have had training." Anna mused softly, from her spot at the table sipping tea, as to not burn her pallet. Jack grunted softly from the sofa, not exactly agreeing. "Jesse didn't have training, at least not 'till he joined us. Reyes, Lucio, Hana, Angela, Winston, hell, even Genji didn't really have the training he needed until he joined us, and he was kicking plenty of ass before hand. I'm not saying this kid is some crack shot legend, but we shouldn't underestimate him." He said matter-of-factly. Anna only snorted. "And better in close quarters combat than Reyes? Is Angela serious, Reyes's CQC is what made him the legendary Reaper his is today." She said, distaste clear in her voice.
Jack raised a brow behind his visor. "You don't even know this guy, why the hell do you dislike him so much?" He asked curiously. She sighed, a scowl plastered on her face. "Perhaps I'm just jumping to conclusions, but if I've learned anything from meeting Mako and especially Jamison, they are insane, untrustworthy, and just plain barbaric at times. Its disgusting." She said in malcontent.
Jack focused on her fully, sitting up and facing her. "And the whole saving our ass from the missile, with a bullet gun. I thought those things were outlawed for their brutality. Normal bullets expand, making them exceptionally lethal. Our pulse rounds, while having plenty of penetration, don't have expanding capabilities or a ton of stopping power like his." She hummed in agreement. "Both of their weapon choices are, odd…Even the junkers don't use bullet guns, Mako's shotgun still uses pulse shells. Fareeha told me about, that Ramirez fellow. She seemed to like him. She thought he died. I wished it would have stayed that way. The last thing I need is my little Fareeha falling for some savage wastelander." She said in disgust. Jack could only chuckle. She raised a brow at him. "I remember when you said almost the same thing about Jesse." He shot back. She could only stare sternly in return.
—4 Hours Following/Watchpoint Gibraltar: Gates—
Lena bounced in her spot, excited to see her girlfriend, waiting for the sight of a yellow taxi, coming up to the gate of the base. Winston, Genji, and McCree stood by her side, awaiting for the woman they've all heard about, but have never seen, to arrive. Soon enough, a taxi could be seen making its way up the long rocky road. Lena was practically vibrating at this point.
As soon as the taxi pulled up, a woman with long, red hair, exited the back of the taxi, dressed in a red sweater and skinny jeans. She wasn't kidding when she said the woman was beautiful. Genji elbowed Jesse slightly and whispered quietly to Jesse. "Is it just me, or do you also really wanna watch them kiss too?" Jesse simply smiled and hummed in agreement, before whispering in return. "I'm just waiting for it now." He said smiling.
Lena ran forward and tackled the red head into a hug, planting a flurry of kisses on her cheeks. The woman laughed returning the hug in kind. Emily caught sight of the others and practically had to pry off her girlfriend to properly introduce herself. "Hello to you all! My name is Emily, Lena has told me much about all of you!" She said brightly. Winston stuck a paw in her direction, gesturing to shake hands. "Likewise, Emily. My name is Winston, and these to gentlemen are Jesse McCree, and Genji Shimada. They wanted to meet you today." They exchanged pleasantries and introductions before entering the base, Lena seeming happier than she had been in a long time.
—End Day 5—
