"Hey Tom, come over here, and play with us. It's not like there's anyone stupid enough to break in."
"Sure." The Helix security guard named Tom replied.
He got up from the chair that was stationed in front of several monitors, showing security footage from all over Watchpoint: Grand Mesa, and walked over to his two buddies, who were sitting and playing poker.
He quickly got dealt a hand, and started playing with the others.
Even though none of them knew how to play poker, when they started at their new jobs, they got a lot of spare time, so eventually they taught themselves the rules. Helix Security hadn't really seen any attempts on Watchpoint: Grand Mesa, ever since they got it from Overwatch.
The three friends sat and played for a few minutes before one of them spoke up.
"Have you guys heard the news?" He asked.
"Depends." Tom responded, in a casual manner. "What news?"
"The news about this guy, who's been running around and raiding all sorts of high-tech equipment." The friend responded.
"A little." Tom responded. "Anything new?" He then asked, since there had to be a reason for it to be brought up.
"Actually yes." His friend answered, sounding really excited to share the news.
"He was apparently spotted in Montrose, but he ran off to the north, when the police arrived."
"What's so special about that?" The other friend asked.
"That's in the direction of this facility." Tom explained, now understanding why his friend was so excited.
"Oh. You think he'll try to bust down our doors?" Tom's other friend asked.
"I dunno, to be honest. But I still think it's something worth thinking about."
"Well, even if he tries, he'll never make it far. We're prepared for pretty much anything." Tom said.
A few minutes, of silent poker, passed, before it was the end of shift for Tom's friends. "Well, see ya tomorrow." They said, before leaving.
"See ya." Tom said, before he impatiently looked at the time. There were still three hours until his shift ended. He let out a loud groan.
Since nothing usually happend on his alone time, Tom decided to try and sleep the three hours away, but as he was about to give it a try, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. One of the screens that usually didn't show any movement, suddenly did.
Curious, Tom looked closer at the monitor, but the light were turned off, so he couldn't really see anything.
"Team 2." Tom said, over the comms. "Can you go and check the southern entrance. It may be nothing, but I think I saw someone enter."
"Not like we got anything better to do." A voice said from the other end, and the team went over to check.
After about two minutes, Tom heard from them again. "We're here. It doesn't look like anyone's... What now Jackson?"
"What is it?" Tom asked.
"Jackson think he saw someone, but he's... wait, I see him too."
Tom silently followed on the monitor, as the team went into a hallway, and a blind spot for the securiy cameras.
"Come out with your hands over your head, and we won't do you any harm! If you don't we will hunt you down!" Tom could hear the leader of team 2 saying over comm.
"You hear me? Come out now!" She said, but it was quickly followed by a "Shit, he's running away! Get him!"
Tom could hear as the team began to chase down the intruder, and he could now see how the intruder looked. He wore a visor over his face, only revealing his white hair. He had a leather jacket, and combat boots on, and he looked very muscular.
The intruder turned a sharp corner, out of view of the cameras, and team 2 followed shortly, but when they turned the corner, they stopped.
"He's gone." The leader said over comm.
"What do you mean he's gone?" Tom asked.
"That! He's gone, vanished dissapeared." The leader responded.
"Goddammit." Tom said, before signaling the alarm.
"There's an intruder in the base. Team 5 and 6, go to the vault, and guard it. The rest of you, search the base." He said over comms, and was quickly answered by all team leaders answering "Got it."
Unfortunetly, when Team 5 and 6 reached the vault full of advanced technology, they contacted Tom. "He's already here. And it looks like he's going for the pulse rifle."
"The pulse rifle? Stop him!" Tom said, desperately.
The two teams quickly entered the vault, but the intruder heard them, and swiftly flung one of the other devices from the vault at them. A sleeping gas grenade.
"Commander? Commander!" Tom tried, but all members of team 5 and 6 were fast asleep, and the intruder ran off.
"All teams!" Tom said, over comm. "The intruder's trying to escape. He's going for the same entrance he got in. I'm closing the doors, but you still need to apprehend him."
The intruder ran towards the entrance, but Tom had already closed it, and when he made it there, he tried turning arund, only to see the entire bases defence force pinting their guns at him.
"Drop the tech! NOW!" One of the commaders shouted, but the intruder didn't oblige.
Instead he pointed the newly aquired pulse rifle at the closed door, and fired the Helix rockets, blowing the door open, in a fiery explosion.
The intruder swiftly dashed out of the base, and all Tom could do was to take a picture of the intruder so they could hunt him down later. A picture the showed a muscular man running into the night, wearing a leather jacket with "76" written on the back.
The rain was pouring down, in the middle of the night, making anyone who might've wanted to go outside, stay in.
Most of the streets were empty, except one. In one of the streets, a single man was trotting along, with a black umbrella over his head.
Constantly looking over his shoulder, the man was very tense, and seemingly in a hurry to get home as quickly as possible. Luckily for him, he only lived a few blocks away, and he quickly made it to the building where his apartment was located.
He quickly entered, and almost ran up the stairs to the 5th floor, where he unlocked the door to his left, and swiftly stepped in.
"Honey, I've got bad news." He said, as he closed the door behind him, and made sure it was locked. Not getting any response, he just put his umbrella down, before entering the living room, and putting a stack of papers he'd been carrying down on the table.
"Someone's discovered us. Unfortunetly, we have to move." He then said.
This time noticing the lack of response from his wife, the man slowly looked around, before asking "Honey?"
Immediately on edge, he slowly began to move towards their bedroom. It was a small apartment, so he quickly made to the door. He still didn't hear anything, which made him even more nervous.
In one motion, he opened the door, but the room was as empty as the living room.
Since she wasn't there, the man began to think about where she could be, and then remembered: Maybe she was in their daughters room. Whether his wife was there or not, didn't really matter, since he suddenly realized he had to check on his daughter. She was only half a year, after all.
Suddenly running, he quickly made it to his daughters room, but when he was just outside, he stepped on something.
Curious, he lifted his foot, and picked up the round white object. After a close inspection, he realized it was a pearl, from his wife's necklace. Now certain something had happend, he didn't wait a second longer. He opened the door, and was greeted by his worst nightmare.
The moon was full in the sky, and through the open window, it sent a beam of silverish light, that illuminated the corpse of the mans wife.
She had a knife lying right next to her hand, possibly meaning she fought back against whoever did this. Her face was white, and her eyes just stared blanky into the air. But it was her throat that was the most terrifiying. It was competely torn off, leaving only a bloody mess of flesh and bones, as the throat was lying right next to her face.
"No..." The man whispered, as he took a single absent step into the room. He turned his head towards his daugther's crip, hoping to see her safe, but the red stain on the buttom of the crip told him otherwise.
"No." He whispered again, not being able to believe what he was seeing.
He stood like that for a minute or two, not able to process it all, before he looked down, and saw something wierd. A strange shadow-y smoke was coming from behind him, and almost engulfing his feet in darkness.
He turned around, and completely froze when he saw the source of the smoke.
In the hallway before stood a tall figure, illuminated only by the moonlight from the window. But that was all the widowed man needed to see every detail.
The person wore a long black trenchcoat, over a layer of black combat armor. Shotgun shells were strapped onto his body at several places, but there were no shotguns. The feet of the person was completely engulfed in the shadow-y smoke, and it almost made it seem as if he floated. On his face, under the hood, he wore a deformed skull mask, with black voids for eyes, that looked straight at the widowed man.
"Jason Anderson." The person suddenly said, in a distorted ghostly voice.
"H-How do you know my name? And did you do... this?" Jason stuttered.
"You were a member of Overwatch. That makes you a target. And I never go after my targets unprepared." The man in the hallway, slowly explained.
"As for them..." He said, as he turned his empty gaze towards the corpses.
He slowly raised a hand, revealing that he had metal claws on every finger, but more importantly, those claws were covered in blood. The blood of Jasons wife.
"But... why?!" Jason continued to stutter.
"They got in the way." The ghostly figure simply said.
"Of..." Jason started, but the person in the hallway cut him off.
"Of me getting to you. To kill you." He coldly said.
"Kille me? Why?" Jason continued to ask, being completely lost.
"Didn't you listen?" The person asked, sounding annoyed. "I said you're Overwatch. And every last memory of Overwatch must me eliminated. And that includes you." He said, as he pointed a clawed hand at Jason.
After a short silence, Jason let out a short sigh as he looked at the corpses in the room, before back at the man in the hallway. "Do it then. Kill me."
"What? You're not going to fight back?" The man asked, clearly confused.
"What've I got to live for anymore? You killed them both, might as well finish the job." Jason explained.
Suddenly, the smoke began to engulf one of the hooded man's hands, before pulling back, revealing that a shotgun had appeared in his hand. He then pointed it at Jason's head, while saying "Any last words?"
"Just... tell me the name of the one who took my life." Jason responded.
There was a short silence, before the hooded man spoke.
"Reaper." He said, as he pulled the trigger, killing the former Overwatch agent, and beginning his hunt for anyone who used to work for Overwatch.