This story details the adventure of the 9 TF2 Mercenaries as they travel to the future and the events that occur then.

Chapter 10: Target Acquired. Whether it be an all-important enemy, or one of your friends, no war can be won without target priority.

The Overwatch members at the base have figured out everything that they could about the mercs. How they are still alive was still a mystery; Winston guessed that, since their technology is almost identical to many other techs invented by Overwatch, they had also invented a way to travel forward in time. They were discussing a plan when they recieved a signal.

"Winston!" said Athena. "I have recieved a message."

"What is it?" asked Winston.

"If I had to guess, it'd be Mercy." Everyone was rightly skeptical. The message came with an image-it was Mercy and Emily in a hotel room. "I'm still alive" read the image. Tracer jumped at this sight.

"Emily was at the show. I was worried about her, but she's still alive. So is Angela." Tracer said.

"The problem is, does anyone else know about this message?" McCree said.

"Probably." said Ana. "I was capable of placing a bug in your systems-a dedicated hacker would be able to without a hitch."

"Well, we have to go, loves, to save my love!" Tracer said.

"Of course." said Jack. "Everyone, get ready; we're leaving in 5 minutes."

Sombra had also recieved the message. She recognized Mercy-it was apparent what happened. She had discovered this just as the smaller man asked 'Spy' about the cloak to fake his death.

"It's not here, Scout." Spy replied.

"Well, I think I know where it is." Sombra had left her quarters. All eyes turned to face her.

"I doubt you stole it from him." said Scout. "So, waddya have going for it?"

"Have you heard of Mercy's death?" she said. Spy immediately realized.

"She took it from me, then." he said.

"Exactly." confirmed Sombra.

"Hold on, what happened?" interrupted Reaper.

"While I was roaming around the battlefield," began Spy, "I came across the woman named Mercy passed out on the couch. It was a perfect opportunity to disguise myself; but as I was stuffing her in the closet, she woke up. She swung at me, and grabbed my arm, but I shot her. She must've grabbed the watch out of my sleeve." he finished.

"Exactly. She was confirmed dead, but now she's sent a message to the main base telling them that she's still alive." Sombra added.

"Well, now we go afta' her." Scout said.

"Damn right." said Reaper.

"That's not all, boys." said Sombra. She drew the image into the air. "Do you know who this is?" she pointed at Emily. Shrugs came from everyone except Widowmaker:

"That's the little girl's roommate."

"Exactly." confirmed Sombra. "So now we have one of the members, and one of another member's friends, ripe for the plucking."

"Let's turn around the ship to Australia." said Reaper.

"Wait!" said Scout. "I have an idea on how to completely dominate the teleporten' girl."

"How?" growled Reaper with anticipation.

"Have you ever heard of Bonk Atomic Punch?"

Sniper was quietly edging his way through the hallways of the sunken warehouse. He was very careful not to make a sound; but somebody beat him to it. He heard commotion; Sniper positioned himself to hear it easier. He heard a voice unlike anything he's ever heard before; it was beautiful. It was a young woman, humming.

Sniper knew she was a siren-at least, acting like one-but while he could suppress his urge to greet her, he found himself inching closer to get a look. As he peeked his head over the sand mound, he saw her.

She was dressed in workshop gear. She had blonde hair and was working at a station. She was humming while she worked. She seemed to be modifying some sort of enormous shotgun. Her figure was fairly slender-she didn't seem to have much weight on her. The thought reminded Sniper of food. Perhaps, besides the city they left behind, this was the only place where he could possibly find food and water. Not that he was particularly thirsty or hungry-but he knew Heavy tended to get impatient without food, and it's already been a full day.

He checked around to make sure the two men that escaped them weren't there, but when he set his eyes on the woman, she had already noticed him. She was holding a pistol at him.

"Stay right there." she said in an australian accent. Sniper did not argue, and he brought his hands up, while soundlessly dropping his Kukri behind the sand mound, out of her vision. As far as she knew, he was unarmed.

"Please, miss,-"

"Shut it! Jamie told me he an' his friend were being followed." The commotion led 3 more people into the room from another door on the side-The two men and a slightly older woman, also with blonde hair.

"Oi, roadie! Guess who was stupid enough to follow us here!"

"This idiot right here?"

"That's right!"

"What should we do with 'im?"

"Now, Jamie!" said the older woman. "We don't kill anyone who comes here."

"Aww, grammie! I wasna' gonna kill him! Just blow him up to the moon!" he cackled.

During the argument, yet another person had entered the room.

"What's going on here?" said the new woman, glancing first at the smaller man named Jamie, then at Sniper. Her eyes widened, as did Sniper's upon seeing her.

"Sniper. It's been a while." said the now very old woman, Ms. Pauling.

"It has." he replied.

"Whoa, you know this freak?" said Jamie.

"Yes, I do, Jamie. In fact, he's the reason I always stayed here." she then turned to Sniper. "Where's everyone else?"

"Heavy and Medic are just outside. Scout and Soldier are captured, Spy's probably busted them loose by now, Engi died in the city, and this prankster"-he pointed at Jamie-"killed Pyro and Demo."

"Damn. Why'd you do that, Jamie!?"

"Was self defense, great-grandmommy!" Sniper flinched slightly.

"I'm sure."

"It was." rasped the large man. "They drove behind us, making us walk at gunpoint."

"Well," responded Ms. Pauling, "they are the mercs I remembered them to be. Go get the other two inside, Sniper." he nodded and went to do just that.

Genji recognized that voice, even from 2 rooms over. The man named Jamie would clearly follow his family's orders, and if Heavy-he assumed they were referring to the man with the minigun-saw him, they would probably not hesitate to kill him. While they were distracted, Genji, with his arms and legs reconstructed, saw an open skylight many stories above the bench he was laying on while being repaired. He tested his new legs-good as new-with a high jump onto the ledge. He climbed over, and was about to head for the city when he overheard a new conversation taking place.

"Privyet, ." said a familiar voice.

"Hello, Heavy. Medic. We're just gotten news of what I assume are the people you fought."

"Depends." said a german voice. "What do you mention?"

"A message seems to have been sent from one of their agents. Someone who should have died, but didn't." Genji had no idea. Maybe it was Tracer? The little boy she was fighting was fairly competent.

"I recognize her." said the Australian voice from the man who had tried to torture him. "She got knocked out, but saved by that green bugger." Genji recoiled despite being alone. Mercy was still there? And they know about it? He took off immediately. He could not afford to wait any longer, they would undoubtedly leave soon.

The conversation, however, continued without Genji.

"Speaking of the green bugger, where is he?" Sniper added.

"The friend of mine? Sorry mate, but if you want his metal skin on a tanning bed, you'll have to go through me." Junkrat retorted.

"Why are you after him, Sniper?" asked Ms. Pauling.

"He killed Engi."

"Damn. Well, he's made good friends with Jamie, so I don't imagine him going after you guys."

"Well we're going after a friend of his, so no dice." Sniper moved towards the back door, Kukri in hand. Roadhog intercepted him-Heavy pointed his gun at him, and Jamie threw a mine onto Heavy's vest, sticking there. Medic took out his one-handed crossbow and pointed it at Junkrat, and the other two ladies pointed their pistols at him in turn. Sniper backed off a step, and drew his concealed Kukri. Roadhog, with his scrap gun out of reach, let his hook slide into a more comfortable position. stood between all of them.

"Guys! We can resolve this another way! Jamie, why is he your friend?"

"After the 'splosion on these guy's car here, we found him lying near the car. I asked him, scale's a 1-10 how much he likes explosion. Said 11, and I'm like, 'Oohohoho, mate, you've found yourself a new friend!' to myself, and I reply 'Thanks matie, though he won't replace you mate!'. And I'm super grateful-"

"Jamison! Do you realize he lied to you!?"

"Soap in your mouth, great-grandmommy! He wouldn't do that!"

"You probably would've killed him if he didn't, right?

"I...ohh..." Junkrat faded into his thoughts, chortled, and walked over to Heavy, who was looking at him suspiciously. Junkrat ripped the mine of his vest.

"That lying neon son of a firefly! I'll kill him!" He charged into the room that held Genji, and everyone followed him, to see that he was gone.

"Great! Once I realize I wanna kill him, he goes and kills himself!"

"Nah, mate." said Sniper. He pointed at the skylight. A small green droplet, probably whatever it was that both fueled him and gave him the green glow, was on the edge of the skylight opening.

"Alright! Snoipa, Heavy, Medic, Roadie, we're going after his friend there!"

"We need to rest, mate." replied Sniper.

"I know. I would never dream without leaving without having some of mum's traditional cookies for breakfast and lunch! Seeya guys tommorow!" Junkrat hobbled off, looking extremely tired suddenly.

Ms. Pauling turned to the mercs and Roadhog. "I'll find you a place to sleep."