The sunset began a few hours later and Noah sat on a bench near a small pond of Dorado in some new clothes. First thing was that he got dark sunglasses on. Angela said that these were a good substitute should his goggles or prescription glasses be broken at the moment. It made everything much darker, but he could tolerate the light a bit better. His goggles were in his pants pocket. Obviously he kept the kevlar arm guards and his grappling hook on him, but his torn long blue sleeve shirt was replaced with a red one and his pants were simple black jeans. Plus he got a few bandages from some of the cuts.
His grapple gun was at his side with the hook and cable out. He picked it up and hit the recall button. The two rolled back into the gun and Noah aimed at something. Firing at the tree, the hook sprung out and stuck. Recalling and firing it again, the hook stuck to the wood. Noah recalled it one more time and tried to fire. Nothing. Something in the gun locked up and Noah had to unlock it again.
"Two shots. I only get to shots before it locks up. Winston's got to look at this when I'm get back."
He twiddled with the bottle cap from his drink as he just took a moment to relax and enjoy the moment. Noah never got a chance to really relax and right now it was needed more than ever. His eyes looked over the crowd and tried to find the best way to contact his new "friend". Sombra told him that he should meet her at Dorado. He was pretty sure she had a hand in his arrival.
If not it's very coincidental that he managed to get here of all places. 'I really need Lena or Burr here.' At the moment any assistance would be nice, but it didn't seem like any of that was going to happen. 'And I really can't go around asking anyone if they know a "Sombra". I could, but it's not worth the effort.'
Finishing the rest of his drink, Noah tossed the can into the trash with a small swish. Getting up and stretching his arms, the Overwatch agent got up and tried to strategize his next move. Maybe something that could be call Overwatch or at least get Sombra on the line. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his communicator. The glass was cracked and the metal bent.
His legs took him in some random direction as he fiddled with the broken tech. It always sputtered and barely showed an image. It was too broken and basically useless. Noah muttered curses under his breath and didn't seem to notice the few humans and omnics looking at him.
Two humans and an omnic made their move as they followed Noah subtly and took their time stalking him. The former thief noticed them, but was not in the mood at the moment. He was stranded and being mugged was right next to dying in his opinion. Very unlikely.
"Hey buddy. You got some nice things on you. Care to share?"
"Care to piss off." He replied. One of them whistled in surprise and nodded at his Omnic pal. "Someone's feisty. Hey there's no need for such hostility. We just want to know what you got." Noah's eyes scanned the area around him and found himself in an empty alley way. Rolling his shoulders, he got ready for the next bit of dialogue.
"You know what's going on. You're a smart guy. Just hand over your valuables."
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to hand over that whore you call your mother back just yet." He smiled at how the man froze at the insult. "What's wrong? Struck a nerve?"
""You're dead, puto." He drew a knife and Noah looked at it with fake fear. "Oh I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean that. I meant that whore of a girlfriend my mistake." That struck the first man as he marched forward to stab Noah right in the chest. Noah accidently dropped his communicator on the floor as he prepared himself for the attack.
The man made one wild swing and Noah caught his wrist. Pushing his arm down, Noah threw a hard right hook on his opponent's face and knocked him out. The other guy and his omnic friend look unpleasantly surprised at the turnout.
"Hey, you're gonna regret that!" They both charged and Noah rolled his eyes. He picked the knife up and slashed at the human, who stopped himself from being slashed with the tip of the blade. His Omnic ally threw a cross, but Noah ducked out and landed a strong uppercut. Noah pushed the Omnic against the wall and shoved the blade right into its shoulder.
The Omnic screamed in pain and Noah turned around just in time for the third and final opponent hit him right in the stomach. Noah gasped at the blow, but held onto his opponent's fist. Gripping onto his wrist tightly, the agent twirled around and threw the final guy into the trash heap with a loud crunch.
"Whew, got those guys off my back. Let's see two humans and one Om...nic." Noah turned around to see the Omnic he stabbed was running away. Most likely to escape, but when he patted his pockets the communicator was gone.
It struck Noah like lightning that he accidently dropped the communicator on the floor. "Oh. Oh no. Oh shit. OH SHIT!" He ran after the Omnic running. "Hey get back here you bucket of bolts! That's mine!" Little did he know that his shouting caught someone's attention. And that someone saw a human chasing an Omnic. "Tactical Visor engaged." The stranger muttered.
An orange holoscreen appeared and he looked at the Omnic running away. He was examined to see if it stole anything of worth only to be shocked to see an Overwatch symbol on what looks like a communicator. "Maybe this won't be a waste of my time." The stranger pulled out his pulse rifle and began to follow the rat back to its little hideout.
Meanwhile Noah pulled out his grappling hook and fired it right at the Omnic. It hooked around its arm and almost stopped it completely. Noah held on tightly to the Omnic as it struggled. "That's far enough asshole. Now get over here!" He strained as he pulled the Omnic closer and closer to him.
The Omnic screamed something in spanish, but Noah didn't pay heed to it until he heard the sounds of clicking around him. He stopped pulling and saw men and Omnics around him. They had rifles and pistols drawn out and pointed right at his head.
"Now you let me go pendejo." The Omnic said as he walked up to Noah. He withdrew the hook and the Omnic rubbed the scratched metal of his arm. "Gracias amigo." Noah lurched forward as the Omnic's metallic fist made contact with his gut. It grabbed his grappling gun and whistled at it.
"Nice toy. Who made it for you? Who's your dealer?"
Noah took in a few gulps of air and really hated to be feeling pain so soon. Luckily most of his cuts were minor with most in bandages. "A gorilla." A blow to the face sent him on the floor. "Very funny."
"I thought it was too, but you know it's not totally out there." The Omnic waved a couple people down and pulled out his stolen property. Noah looked at him with discontent as he twiddled with the communicator. "I like this little bit of tech you got here, because I know a few people who'd pay top dollar for just a little piece like this."
They men on the roof chuckled at how the exchange was going, but not noticing that one by one men were disappearing. The gagged screams went unheard and died away with no acknowledgement.
The only thing left on the roof was a the glow of a visor looking down on the group. He pulled his rifle from his back and aimed it. "Wait for it."
The Omnic holding Noah put the communicator closer to his face. "Let me ask. Where'd you get this?"
"You know I thought you were just mugging me. You're not what I had in mind."
"We've had our eyes on you since we got word about a few Overwatch agents that hit our friends in America. They just happen to send us a little picture." The Omnic pulled out a holo-image of Noah in his chair. "And when we saw you talking to some little girl we decided to make our move."
"I really want to know what the hell makes you think Overwatch can mess with us. Now I'm sure your friends think you're dead, but who would they feel if we sent you back. In a body bag."
"Doesn't matter. They got the information on those drugs. You and Deadlock are screwed when they digest all that intel."
"What?" The Omnic said. "What drugs?"
"Wait, you don't kn-" Noah was cut off when bullets rained from above and several of them managed to get out of the way. Noah swung at the Omnic and knocked him to the floor. His hand was throbbing from hitting pure metal. Ignoring it for the time being, Noah grabbed his grappling gun and took cover in an alleyway.
"IT'S HIM!"
"RUN!"
"HE'S GOT ME-AHHHHHH!" Noah looked out and saw the people surrounding him were dropping like flies. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach at the sight of his rescuer. Soldier 76 was standing over the defeated bodies of his captors.
The menacing red glow on his visor struck fear into Noah. He's heard the stories, but never imagined it would be so brutal. He took off his sunglasses and put on his mission goggles. It was going to get dangerous for him if he wasn't careful enough.
76 walked up to the Omnic Noah beat down and took the broken communicator from its hand. "Well, well, what do we have here?"
Noah took a deep breath, he wasn't going to take his chances. He turned the hook into a claw and fired it at 76's hand. Hopefully it still worked at grabbing things, after all he tried fixing it since he's gotten out. The soldier looked surprise to see the hook come out and snatch the communicator out of his hand.
"Hm!" Noah got it back and ran as fast as he can away from 76. 76 gave chase. The two were weaving through the alleyways until Noah jumped up and grabbed a window sill. /he started climbing up as 76 looked up amused. "Really? Son, I just want to talk!"
Noah looked back at him, but shook his head. This guy was dangerous and the last thing he wanted was to be in this guy's sights. He continued to climb and 76 sighed. "Kid's today, no respect."
76 jumped up and began climb on the building with Noah. One was climbing to escape while the other wanted to information. Noah finally reached the rooftop and began to run again. 76 soon followed in pursuit and was getting a little annoyed with Noah's persistence to avoid him. "Quit running kid! It's no use!"
Noah continued to ignore him and vaulted over the barrier and slid down the roof. It didn't occur to him how high he was and soon found out from the incoming drop. Still this wasn't his first rooftop chase and Noah readied himself. The agent jumped at the last second and hoped to grab onto the window sill.
Key word: Hoped. It turns out he overshot his jump and inside went crashing through the window into someone else's apartment.
"Hey, what the hell?! Get out of here!"
"Oh sorry, excuse me, pardon, I didn't mean to."
"Someone's gonna pay for this." Noah rolled his eyes and dashed to the door. 76 was watching from the roof and shook his head. "The kid must really trying to avoid me. No problem."
He activated his tactical visor and scanned the area. He waited until Noah was out of the building and into the street, where 76 would make his move. Hopping down safely, 76 hid in another alley and moved anyplace closer to Noah. The newest Overwatch agent patted his shoulders free of any dust, glass, or wood from his shirt. It made a few holes in the shirt, but no blood so that's what matters.
However two large hands grabbed Noah before he could do anything else. One covered his mouth, while the other pinned his arm against his back. "Alright enough struggling. I've got you now. And you're gonna answer a few questions of mine. Noah refused and struggled against his grip.
"Stop struggling. It'll be much easier for the both of us if we-" 76 was interrupted when Noah twisted his body around and slapped 76 across the face with his wrist. That took the soldier by surprise as was the heel kick to the diaphragm. He recovered quickly and aimed his rifle just when aimed his gun at 76. The two were in a stand still, until 76 realized something off with the gun.
"Give up."
"You first. I don't take kindly to men with rifles."
"And I don't take kindly to fools who don't realize their equipment is jammed." Noah looked at him surprised before pulling the trigger. Click. He forgot that he gets to shots before it locks. "Now drop your weapon."
Noah reluctantly put the grapple gun in its holster. "Now, this is how it is going to work. I'm going to ask you questions and you're going to answer them. Do you understand me?"
"And after I answer your questions then what?"
"Elaborate."
"What're going to do once I answer all your questions. No offense, but I've seen your dirty work. Most are close to dead if you hadn't straight up kill them." 76 has been a terror on crime, but reports show that many die by his hand either by his hand directly or failing to recover from the critical state they're left in. "I wouldn't attack a member of Overwatch. Not unless they got in my way."
Noah would be surprised, but from the communicator and the little show that happened before 76 appeared might have given away on who he works for. "Fine, you got me."
"What exactly are you doing in Dorado? There doesn't seem to a problem here that would need Overwatch's assistance." He grunted.
"Right, believe it or not I was separated by from my friends a little ways back in America. Believe me, I'd be home right now if I could but I'm not."
"And these drugs I heard you were talking about."
"If you gotta know, we were sent to investigate the Deadlock Gang after an arm's dealer died revealing what were chemical weapons." He didn't know why he was saying all this. Maybe it was that his fear was out ruling his stubbornness. "Chemical weapons from Deadlock? Is that a joke? From what I've heard those clowns were put down to near extinction."
"Um, that may have been why they came back. They weren't completely gone. And I'm not joking about the weapons. It's horrible! It can-It can get into your mind! Make your worst fears come to life and jesus if you'd seen what it's done to others-it's…"
"Calm down." 76 ordered. Noah immediately quieted down. "That's interesting. What's your name, son?"
"I'm not your son, but I'm Noah. Noah Bastin. Agent of Overwatch." Soldier 76 chuckled at the introduction. Noah looked surprised. He was scary in action, but so far, besides point a gun at him, 76's been patient. "Agent, huh. Is Overwatch expanding again? Why bother with them?"
"Excuse me."
"Sorry, but I don't think you remember how things ended last time with Overwatch."
Noah felt a spark of anger flare in him. It was a little more than an insult to him if someone questions Overwatch. Especially since he's grown to like most of the people there. "Things are different and besides what's to say bothering with them is a bad thing. You know the world could always use more heroes."
76 realized that was Tracer's quote and looked at Noah. "Don't bother trying to convince me. You're not the first to try and consider Overwatch."
"What? Someone else in Overwatch found you?" Noah said surprised. "A guy by the name of Burr tried to recruit me. I gave him the count of ten to piss off."
"You talked to Burr?! Holy crap, I've got to give him some credit next time I see...him."
"Something the matter?"
Noah looked at 76 and wondered if could tell him. He voted not since this guy did point a gun at his best friend. "Nothing just something came to my mind."
"Right…" 76 replied not believing a word he said. "Thanks for the info. I'm sure you'll do fine there."
"Hey, wait you're not gonna fight me?"
"I dunno did you endanger a life?" Noah nodded no and 76 turned his back. "Then we got no bad blood between us." Noah turned around himself and tried calming his heart down from just talking to the furious 76.
"Though I'd like to know how are most of the heroes back there." Noah turned. "Hm?"
"Besides the new kids: Lucio, , and you, how are the old members liking their return."
"Why should you care? Sorry, but I thought you didn't know any of them."
"Kid, I'm old. I think on all my time on Earth, I'd know some people from Overwatch. How are they?"
"I still don't think that's really important, Were they friends? Family? Lovers?" Noah was being drawn into 76's interest in their members. Actually considering his old age, he could've worked with them. That could explain his skills and mastery over that particular pulse rifle. "No, I just wanted to know if those fools were still concerned with a dead dream."
"Now that's just rude." Noah said as he pressed a button on the side of his goggles. "I think it'll be nice for Overwatch to restart after all these years."
"Kid, nothing last forever."
"I'm not a kid, first of all. And second of course nothing does. I'm sure once the world is safe Overwatch will go away. Hey, but that's not gonna happen until guys like you and me stop screwing people over."
He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise when he saw 76 take a step forward. "Do you really think so? And what are guys like us?" Keeping his cool, Noah took a subtle step back. "Guys that have a promise to keep. In my case, a promise for a friend to stand by his side when saving the world. And yours...well something tells me it runs deep."
76 raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Sure. I'm sure some old guy that can fight like hell isn't just beating the gangs of cities for nothing. And with such skill, you seem to be after something."
"You act like you know a lot."
"Before Overwatch, I knew a lot. And just enough to know I want out of this game. Listen, pal."
"I'm not your pal."
"And I'm not your son, but that doesn't matter. Look I know we both get something out of fighting. Let's just hope we'll live long enough to see it end." 76 gave a hmph and turned around again. Before they could part ways, something landed between them. They both drew their weapons and looked to see a small capsule there.
76 looked at Noah and they both silently agreed to take their steps quietly. The capsule opened up nonetheless and a holo-screen appeared. "You two gentlemen are very noisy."
"Sombra!" Noah almost shouted. "Hehe miss me? You must've cause I never expected to see you here so soon."
"You know this person?"
"Just through talk. And I remember promising that I was gonna punch them in the face!" Sombra laughed. "Of course, of course. Though I wanna just wanna talk. To the both of you."
"The both of us? What're you playing at?" 76 asked. "Let's just say I got some things you wanna know. Soldier, Bastin please follow these coordinates and we'll talk."
"Do you really expect us to follow you because you might have something? For all we know you could just be luring us to a trap. I know you love to screw people over."
"Oh how long are you gonna hold that? I'm sorry that you separated from your girlfriend, but I've got something that involves dear old mommy." Noah's eyes widened. His mother? The vision of when he was under those drugs came back. Her face was there and the comfort he felt was still there. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"You'll know and by the way 76 I've got something about an old friend Gabe and you once knew a few years ago. Does Ana Amari ring a bell?"
'Ana Amari? Overwatch's second in command? 76 seems tense. Does he know Amari?' The captain was the first to come from that name, but the body language from 76's body told something else. He saw the grip on his rifle tighten. "You got my attention, Sombra. We'll meet you there."
Sombra's laugh could be heard before cutting off. Noah and 76 looked at the piece of tech as the light within just flickered coordinates to a small factory out of town. The two looked at each other, trying to think of what to do next.
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Angela was making her daily rounds in the medical wing. The doctor was examining the three current patients at the moment while her analysis on the drug and the metal capsule were being processed. McCree was sleeping soundly with a bottle of Jack at the side of his desk. She shook her head knowing that he must've snuck some of it on her way there. Debating whether to take it or not, she decided not to. If anything she could use a stiff drink as well. The past few days have been stressful with jumping from one mission to another.
The second patient was Genji. The cyborg was currently in rest mode. His body was stronger, but when dealt damage, it was difficult to maintain consciousness. Angela inspected the body herself and noted that Winston should have a look at replacing his hand. The Deadlock Gang had a ball torturing the ninja. Especially considering him too much of a machine to consider a man. That thought infuriated her, but she maintained her composure. Mostly since it would look bad for the patients to see the doctors stressed out.
The third patient was Burr. As usual the man was comatose. She suspected he'd recover in due time, but it became increasingly difficult to believe that. Checking his vitals, Angela quickly dotted down the same results from each checkup. Everything was the same: breathing rate, heart rate, etc. It's been sometime since Burr was active and the only recent memories was when Noah was nearby. She sighed at the name and could feel the heavy weight start to settle in.
It was tough to figure out who was more distraught about this. Her or Lena. Lena would be fine for the most part, but would be willing to show it openly. Angela just represses it. And it's something she is used to. Years on the medical field had Angela save many lives, but at the same time lose as many lives. Her hands were bloody with many failures on her part in both combat and support. This has helped her numb the pain of losing somebody, close or not.
Though that's changed. While things before Overwatch's recall, life was somewhat peaceful. At least in the terms that Angela was free to explore the world and help those in need. She was in the Middle East when the recall happened and where she met their recruiter. Through many trials and arguments, Angela came back and it was...nice.
To see the friends that were still among the living was so refreshing to see. Old members like Reinhardt was a blast along with teaching new recruits like or Lucio. And with Overwatch coming back the world took notice. International incidents began declining, people began to feel hope. And even with the Petras Act in place, the United Nations did very little to stop them. If anything they were happy to see the organization come back. Angela could hardly believe it.
The time back in Overwatch was healing. To begin anew and help the organization move slowly move past being just a mercenary group made Angela feel like she was at the peak of what Overwatch was before everything went to hell. But now...now it's back. Mostly everyone felt it. The death of an agent.
Angela could feel her heart began to beat faster and faster as she thought about. She knew one day an agent would die, but that doesn't soften the blow of it actually happening. And to someone she was close to as well. It was like when Ana or Jack died. The feeling that froze her blood, to the massive weight of the news crush your spirit, and to know that the last time you talked would be the last time you talked.
Some part of her thought it wasn't possible, he could've survived, escaped, hide. Anything. And the other parts just wanted to move on. Yes it was sad and painful and he was a friend, but nothing could change that he was dead. She looked at Burr and remembered seeing how close the two were. Well Noah showed how close he was to the unconscious patient, but the thought still counted.
She uttered one sentence to hopefully alleviate some of the weight. "I am so sorry Noah, rest in peace." She didn't notice the sentence began to move Burr's eyelids as his fist clenched into a fist. Angela looked behind to see McCree still sleeping, but a miracle next to him. Burr's eyes opened and the low lit room made him nervous. His heartbeat escalated until it became erratic. Angela dropped her clipboard and went over the recently awoken Burr.
He moved his head back and forth as Angela tried her best to restrain him. "W-Where am...get your hands off me!" He could say with his weak vocals. McCree stirred from his slumber and looked to see Angela struggling with her patient. He sat up and winched at the pain of his side. Ignoring it, he walked over and turned on the lights to brighten the room. Angela called out to him and that got the the struggling man to stop.
"A-Angela? M-McCree?!"
"Welcome back to the land of the living you lucky son of a bitch." McCree said. Burr chuckled at the line and tried to sit himself up. "Oh my God. How long have I been out?"
"A month."
"A month! How-I-Jesus. I need to know what's going on! What happened after we got attacked? What's been going on?!" The heard a small crash at the doorway and they turned to see Lena who dropped her tray of food on the floor. Burr was the first to speak as Lena looked at them. "H-Hey Lena, what's up with you?"
The British agent just stared at him. Staring at the recovered agent reminded her of the friend she lost. "G-God damn it!" Burr looked at her weirdly and turned to see McCree and Angela's face turned from realization to horror. "What the hell is going on around here?!"
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The wind whistled through 76's ears as he drove his 4x4 with Noah trying his best to calm down with riding along a heavily feared vigilante. "So how well do you know this Sombra?"
Noah looked at 76 surprised, but quickly hid it. "I met Sombra on my last mission with my team. When I was downloading Deadlock's secrets, Sombra just appeared. We talked, but soon she vanished."
"I see."
"Then she pulled the alarm on us, got Deadlock to lay their wrath on us, got me separated from my team, and basically got sent here. So I have an understandable amount of dislike with her." 76 chuckled at how blunt he was. "Well it can't be helped. From her actions and her hold on information, I can guess she's a hacker and a good one at that. She knows something about Ana that I don't."
"Ana Amari? Huh, I wonder what Fareeha would do if Sombra told her about this." Noah noticed 76's eyebrow lift up in either questioning or surprise. "I take it you know Ana Amari with the whole 'Sombra holding info on her' or whatever."
"Son."
"Don't call me son. Thirty years on Earth, I'm going out without a dad." Noah replied quickly and sternly. 76 shook his head and continued looking ahead when he continued the conversation. "It's not your place to know about why I want that info. Know it's just a way to help me in ways you'll never understand."
"Yeah, yeah sure. Keep up your one man or should I say two man crusade if Amari is still alive." Noah chuckled at the glare he was receiving from 76. That chuckle and grin left when 76 hit the brake and made Noah bump his head against the window. Enough to send the message to shut up, yet weak enough not to do anything.
76 got out and pulled his rifle from his back. "We're here."
"Yeah, yeah I see that." Noah grumbled. "Prick."
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Sombra was peeking through the window and saw 76 and Noah getting ready to walk in. She pulled out her sub machine gun and checked her ammo. "Hmm, not enough to take down the soldier. And not even enough for the thief. I do not like these odds."
She didn't sound too worried because as she walked to the railway, her fingertips grazed over the metal wall next to her. Pink and purple lines of light were tracers of her fingertips. The metal wall creaked as the deactivated omnic started to come to life. The lights in its eyes began to glow softly. The dust began to fall off. She snapped her fingers and it laid obediently still.
"It's not cheating if it's Jack Morrison. Ooh, I could tell Reaper. He'd love to find see his old friend." She shook her head. "No, he's too busy. Maybe next time, till then I'll have some fun with soldier." The door barged open and Sombra saw the two enter the building.
'I'll start with you Mr. Bastin. I want to know a little more about you.' The hacker walked up to the railway and tapped her gun to get their attention.
"Gentlemen, glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Sombra."
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Alright, Alright update for the New Year! Anyways next chapter is going to be goood. Also next time I'm doing a Q and A session. Ask anything and I will try my best to answer it.