It had been a few hours since the team returned from their mission, as well as bringing 2 "guests", into the Watchpoint. Thankfully no one got truly hurt. Reaper certainly was a nuisance but Tracer and Aura were agile enough for his shotguns to do any real damage, but Reinhardt took quite a few shots from Reaper, Widow and other goons but thankfully his armor soaked up most of it. It would need repairs though. And with the help of Specter and Titan, Talon was defeated with relative ease. After a few hours, Mercy had healed all of the agents back to top health. She was thankful she didn't have to use her revivification device, she hated seeing her allies die even if she knew they would come back. One thing was for sure, they would need to send maybe a couple more agents the next time they dealt with something that big.

Now Specter sat surrounded by Titan, Angela, Reinhardt, Tracer and Aura, expected to answer for his actions.

"Look Specter, we do not want to, nor do we plan to, arrest you, but we would appreciate if you told us why you do not have any issues killing your enemies in cold blood." Angela told him.

"You wanna know my backstory? Fine! It all started 6 years ago. It was my birthday and I was hanging out with my friends and family. But that same day, Talon attacked. My house was caught in the crossfire, and with it, they took my friends, my family, and my home; I even lost my eye. I had nowhere to go, so I hid in the streets. Ever since that day, a hatred grew inside me, a hatred for criminals of any form. Across the years, I developed technology of my own. I created a mechanical eye to replace my missing one, I stole a military grade rifle, as well as a grappling hook and taser. I manufactured throwing knives, explosives and infra red tech to use against criminals, so that others wouldn't have to suffer what I went through. Across the years I perfected my devices, and created more. I have no empathy for criminals or terrorists, I don't care if they are human, their actions aren't, and they don't deserve mercy from me, or from anyone, they deserve to die. So if you are wondering why I kill a lot, thats why!" Specter explained, practically shouting. It was pretty clear that it was a hard topic for him to explain. Specter felt sad on the inside, but he didn't dare show it, maintaining his emotionless face (as far as face expressions go behind a mask).

"I... don't know if all the suffering and death i've caused can be justified in any way... but... I lost everything that day to monsters, and the only way you can bring down monsters, is with monsters." Specter finished, calming down, his sadness noticeable even with his voice changer.

"Don't say that luv! You aren't a monster, sure you may have... killed a bunch of people but it was for a good cause right? I mean those you killed were drug dealers, murderers, weapons dealers, terrorists. In the end you were doing the right thing, albeit in a sorta... twisted way." Tracer tried to reassure him but failed miserably.

"Look, regardless of what you did, you are a hero, even if you don't see yourself as one. I still wish you didn't kill those men, but they weren't good people either. I may have been too quick to judge, its just that I hate violence." Angela said.

"Thanks I suppose, now, apart from interrogating me, I assume you want something from me?" Specter asked.

"Indeed we do! We'd like to recruit you. We heard that you live in the streets, don't mean to be rude. With our help, we could improve your living conditions and we could support each other in our cause! We need more agents, especially now." Winston stated as he walked into the room.

"Join you? I'm not sure. It would certainly be better than living in the streets, but ever since the attack, I haven't been very, enjoyable, to be around. I'm not sure you'd want a sad hateful guy around." Specter said.

"Hey, don't be silly. Ve vill always appreciate any help ve can get. And i'm sure that ve can help you be a better person!" Reinhardt said

"Fine... i'm in. And what about you? Didn't you want me to "answer for my crimes" Titan?" Specter growled.

"Eh, i'll suppose i'll let you off. You've already been involved in enough shit and I don't wanna make your life worse." Titan replied.

"What's really surprising me is that you aren't arresting us." Nate stated.

"Yeah, would your superior like it if he knew you're hanging out with an illegal faction?" Tracer asked.

"Well, I always found the Petras Act to be pretty bullshit. I mean, if the citizens put themselves in your shoes they would know how hard it is to protect the world. Besides, I don't have any active missions so my superiors don't really care, neither do they know, what i'm doing. In fact, Overwatch was what inspired me to join the IDSF in the first place. Who am I to make such a decision on my own?" Titan replied.

"Huh, well thanks luv!" Tracer said, happy that they weren't in any trouble for, you know, existing.

"By the way, are you a new member? I don't think I've ever seen you in any form Overwatch activity before." Titan asked Nate.

"Yeah. After I got my powers Overwatch decided to recruit me. Today was my first official mission." Nate replied.

"Well nice meeting ya... whats your name?" Titan asked.

"Oh right, mask. I'm Nate nice to meet ya!" Nate replied, taking off his mask. He could trust in an elite military agent, couldn't he?

"What interests me is how you got your powers. I mean, I think you are the only person in the world with actual innate superpowers, like something right out of a comic book." Titan asked.

"Well, its a long story. If you wanna know about it, come with me, I don't wanna bore the others to death, they pretty much know every detail." Nate replied, and with that they went off, making a conversation of their own.

"I have a feeling those two will get along well."

Meanwhile in Volskaya Industries, Russia.

(By the way, the following conversation is in Russian but translated for your convenience. Besides, I don't know Russian)

"We are not accepting the Cyber Wolf program! It's happened before. Look at SST laboratories, they built the bastions and look what happened. We do not want another situation like that. Not to mention we already have enough problems as it is with our own crisis!" The president of Russia told the leader of Volskaya Industries.

"But sir-"

"No buts! No matter how many firewalls you claim these "Wolves" have against hacking or how much potential they have to protect us, we are not trusting any sort of artificial intelligence to protect us! Our Svyatogor mechs are enough defense against the Omnics!" The president stated, rejecting the project.

With that, the project was halted, and the robots set to be dismantled. The Wolf units were meant to be a man sized peacekeeping unit to protect the people from the Omnics in Russia. They were agile, strong, and effective. They were armed with self reparation drones, all purpose SMGs, and could transform into cybernetic wolves for increased agility and strength. They also had some visual features of wolves, such as the face, which was shaped after wolves, or their feet. It was part of the design, but in the end it wasn't too meaningful.

A few days had passed, and the few prototypes that were created were left incomplete, unstable, and without purpose. They were all dismantled to be used for parts for the Svyatogor mechs. All remained but one. Designation CW-01.

"Alright, it looks like this is the last one. Lets begin dismantling this bad boy. Such a shame the project didn't make it past the government's approval." One of the workers said as they approached the offline unit.

A group of 5 workers had come to take care of the Omnic unit.

"Alright start with the head." The head of the group.

But as soon as they started taking apart the machine, some strange noises were heard.

"What was that?" One of the workers asked.

"Sounds like a machine turning on."

"Wait..." an awkward silence.

Red eyes began to glow, gears began to roll. The unit had turned itself on.

"Is that normal?" The machine acknowledged the worker's presence, and only growled, staying still.

A strange voice echoed in the room.

"CYBER-WOLF UNIT 01 ACTIVA-" The unit's voice began to speak, before it began to glitch and the machine began to slowly walk forward, drawing its weapon.

"Uhhh, stay calm, stay calm..." The workers said.

"THREAT DETECTE-, BEGINN-I-I-I-NG TERM... INA...TION." the unit's robotic voice said.

"What? No! Were not threa- AAAHHHHHH!" Screams were heard as the unit torn apart its creators, clawing at them or riddling them with bullets. After a few seconds, there was only blood, and 5 dead bodies.

Okay the first half of the chapter was just a bit of character development, as well as just a bit of where the story will be heading. Also I took some time to define what happened in the battle since I feel I didn't give enough attention to certain characters in the battle, such as Reaper. And new villain introduced. So essentially since the models were left incomplete CW-01's programming was flawed and unpredictable. He pretty much just tears through anything in his path (Well technically he's genderless but whatever.)