John slipped on his jacket, quietly making his way to the door of the room. Lena was still asleep, but he had something to do. He slowly shut the door behind him, walking down the hall to the elevator. He pressed the button for the lobby, staring out the window as he descended, making his way out of the lobby to the street. He shivered as he stepped outside, it was colder in the early morning than he had expected. He placed a cigarette in his mouth, hoping that the small flame would help keep him warm, letting out a deep sigh as he inhaled the fumes. He placed his hands into his pockets, making his way to the rendezvous point. There weren't many people on the street at this hour, only the occasional tourist or drunk making their way back to their hotels. John chuckled, he and Lena must've been quite the sight on their way back from the bar. He turned down an alleyway, the only source of light was the flame of the cigarette, John sighed as he leaned against the wall. A strange sound brought his attention to the end of the alley, the sound of footsteps grew louder. "It's about time you showed up, puta." A female voice chuckled.
"Sorry, being shot slows you down a little bit." John dryly joked, taking a long drag of his cigarette. "So, what trade are we making this time?" John looked up as he was handed a small file.
"This one's on me, hero. You're going to have your hands full, so I'll be free to do what I want." The voice laughed, the sounds of her footsteps grew quieter as she made her way back down the alley.
"Thanks." John muttered, sliding the file into his jacket as he made his way out of the alley. John made his way back towards the hotel, swinging by a local coffee shop, his cigarette wasn't keeping him as warm as he had hoped. He sat down at a table inside, quickly glancing through the file. Talon was going to be grabbing another priority target, apparently under the cover of a distraction made by a pair of Australian mercenaries. John sighed, turning the page to reveal profile shots of Junkrat and Roadhog, he knew that they'd force his attention away from Widowmaker. Where Widow was calculating, using the exact amount of force she'd need for her target, Junkrat and Roadhog always went with the philosophy that bigger is always better. The pair of mercenaries were going to hit a highly populated area, some sort of plaza near the center of the city, while Widowmaker and her team going to extract their target under the cover of the mayhem. John took a sip of his coffee, slipping the file back into his jacket, he should probably bring something back for Lena. He shot a message to McCree, telling him to meet them at the hotel, they didn't have much time before Talon was set to begin their operation. Opening doors was difficult while carrying a drink in each hand, at least the hotel lobby doors were automatic. John called the elevator with his elbow, pressing the button for the ninth floor when he was inside. He walked down the hall, stopping outside of his room, he wasn't sure how he would open it without a free hand.
"Need some help?" A familiar southern drawl called from down the hall, McCree chuckled as he reached into John's pocket, withdrawing the key. He pressed it against the sensor, holding the door open for John. "Didn't get anything for me?" McCree laughed, feigning hurt in his voice.
"Sorry, I'm not interested in you that way." John chuckled, placing Lena's drink on the nightstand, the sound of the shower could be faintly heard. "Okay, here's the deal." John placed the file on the coffee table as he sat down in the desk chair, rotating it to face McCree. "Junkrat and Roadhog are going to cause mayhem so that Widow and her team can extract a target. And as much as I'd love to just ignore those two and catch her, we've gotten think about the civilian casualties." John sighed as he took a sip of his drink, the moral dilemma of being a hero was something they just had to live with.
"I hear ya, but we've gotta be the good guys." McCree sat down on the couch, propping his feet up on the table as he skimmed through the file. "Where are you getting this intel anyway?" McCree questioned, not moving his eyes up from the file.
"You remember when that computer started talking to us? Same person, they're not exactly on our side, but they're not on Talon's either." John took a final sip of his drink, tossing it into the bin next to the desk. "Unfortunately, that's the best we've got for now. Winston's looking into some things, trying to find a pattern that we can exploit, but it will take some time." John rotated the chair to face the windows, the sun had risen into the sky, substantially more people walked through the streets below. His eyes turned to the bathroom door as it opened, Lena stood in her usual outfit, even the orange goggles, though they hung around her neck. John pointed to the drink on the nightstand with a smile, turning his gaze back out the window. Lena happily picked up the beverage, taking a sip as she sat down next to McCree on the couch. "I gave Jesse a little run-down of the mission today; we get to go fight Junkrat and Roadhog while Widow steals another VIP." John sighed, he knew Lena would agree that they had to focus on helping the civilians.
"We'll get her soon, luv." Lena cheerily spoke, hoping to alleviate any doubts in John's mind. "After all, we're the heroes!" She laughed, taking another sip of her drink. John smiled as he stood up from the chair, sliding his pistol into the holster on his leg.
"Yeah, we are." John chuckled, making his way to the door, "You guys ready? They're about to get started." McCree slowly stood up from the couch, making his way to John, Lena quickly blinked over to the trash bin, dropping her cup in before blinking over to the door. Their hotel was close to the center of Paris, Junkrat and Roadhog wouldn't be too far away. Stepping out into the street, the trio noticed a large group of people fleeing in the opposite direction. "Well, I guess we're going that way." John sighed, unholstering his pistol as they made their way through the crowd. The ground trembled as an explosion rocked the city, debris began to fall from a building further down the street. John slid to a stop by the debris, making sure no civilians were trapped within, he motioned for Lena and McCree to move on ahead. He carefully walked through the remains of the building, faint yelling could be heard further inside. Pushing aside a large piece of rubble, a body could be seen at the end of the room. John jogged over to it, rolling them over to see their face. It wasn't a person at all, merely a dummy with a speaker planted inside it, John sighed as he stood up, expecting the worst. A large hook impaled his side as he was dragged to the other side of the room, the emotionless mask of Roadhog stared down at him. A guttural laugh emitted from the mask, his shotgun slowly raising towards John, kept in place by the hook. He swapped his pistol into his left hand, he had an idea, but it was risky. Roadhog placed the barrel of his gun at John's chest, his slow breathing the only sound in the room. John quickly smacked the barrel to the side, pushing his pistol to the large man's throat and rapidly fire, hoping he'd be able to kill him. John kept firing until he ran out of ammo, drawing ragged breaths as he stared at the mask. Roadhog hadn't moved, blood slowly trickling down from behind the mask. The large man fell over backwards, a sickening gurgle punctuated his death. John let out a sigh of relieve, looking down at the hook still impaled in his side. It hadn't gone deep, thankfully, and he quickly pulled it out of him, wincing as he held the wound. There'd be blood, but he'd survived worse. He withdrew a small piece of cloth from his pocket, jamming it into the wound, he'd find a more permanent fix later.
"John, we can't get to Junkrat but we have him pinned down." Lena's voiced chimed in his ear.
"I'll take care of him." John sighed, making his way out of the dust filled wreckage. He made his way down the street, following the sound of gunshots, Lena and McCree were taking cover behind a car as Junkrat wildly fired grenades from inside a building. John made his way over to the building, hoping through a broken window, John glanced over to the closed door, a bear trap had been left behind it. John made his way up the stairs to the room Junkrat had been last seen, he could hear his maniacal laughter as he fired into the street below. He entered the room, causing Junkrat to turn slowly, staring into his eyes. John sighed, wanting nothing more than to just have this whole ordeal be over with, he missed spending time in London with Lena.
"Oi, well looky here, we have the bastard who clocked me to save them bots!" Junkrat raised his left hand, holding a detonator inside. "Here's what's gonna happen, you're gonna let me get some payback and I won't blow up the car your friend-" John fired a shot into Junkrat's head, the detonator dropped to the floor, thankfully not landing on the trigger. He sighed, walking over to the dead mercenary, firing several more shots in his head. He didn't know what blood was his and what was from the two mercs, but it didn't matter. John sighed, wiping the blood from his face, if he was lucky there was still time to deal with Widowmaker. He stumbled out into the street, McCree and Lena ran over to him, letting him lean on them.
"They're both dead, won't have to worry about terrorists running around anymore." John exhaled, expecting protests from Lena about his methods
"Luv, we gotta give them a chance to come in peacefully, we're the heroes!" Lena spoke, she knew that those two would never willingly surrender, but they deserved the chance nonetheless.
"Yeah, and sometimes heroes have to make hard choices, but we have a very small amount of time to work with now. You two can go on ahead, try and stop her from stealing the VIP, I'll catch up." John grabbed the fresh wound in his side, jamming the fabric further in. "Despite what I just did, do not kill Widow, we need her alive." John sat down on the hood of a car, pointing the direction that McCree and Lena needed to go in, he needed to catch his breath. Lena looked back at him, concern in her eyes, before catching up with McCree further down the road. "I fucking hate this mission." John sighed, turning his eyes to the sky as he breathed deeply.