Tilbury Docks, London

Tracer pulled up on the side of the road by the pier, removing the keys from the ignition and glancing through the tinted windows to look around. The road itself was relatively deserted, with two other cars parked along it and nobody driving by. The road was lit by a single streetlight, the dull glow flickering from time to time as if the light was on the verge of going out. The pier was completely empty, stretching over the River Thames with nobody to observe it except for the occupants of the car.

"So, what now?" Scout asked. Tracer looked at the clock within the car. It read 11:21.

"Kingsley said that they were meeting at midnight. The traffic wasn't as bad as I expected, so we got here a bit early. I suppose we'll have to wait." She replied.

"Oh, great." Scout said. "Forty minutes of waiting, I like that." He continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"If you stop talking, it might be quite a pleasant evening." Spy said from the back seat, yawning. Tracer glanced at Scout beside her and noticed he was now scowling. A smile spread across her face as she looked back out the window. They sat for a long time, waiting in silence. Finally, when the clock read 11:40, a loud noise drew Tracer out of the stupor she had entered. She looked out at the river and saw, in the distance, somebody on a jet ski fast approaching the pier. She narrowed her eyes and pressed her face against the glass, ignoring the sounds of the other three as they too moved to get a look at the approaching figure. As the jet ski came closer, she saw it was black and unmarked. The man on it pulled up along the pier, hopping off and onto the wood planks. Though the tint of the window made it difficult to tell, Tracer thought the man seemed to be clad in light blue attire. From there, however, she could not tell what he looked like, he was too far away.

"We're not close enough." Medic said. She frowned.

"No, we're not. I can't have just driven onto the pier, though." She murmured.

"Maybe we could tell what they're doing from here." Scout said. He did not sound entirely convinced of this, however. A silence fell within the car as they all observed the man as he paced down the pier. As he drew closer, Tracer noticed a rifle slung over his shoulder and began to notice other details on him. He was tall and slim, wearing light blue body armour over his chest and black and dark blue fatigues in a mottled pattern. She could not make out his face as he wore a black helmet and face-mask that covered all of his head except for his eyes. Over his shoulder she could see the fastenings of a short blue cloak which went down to his lower back. As he came closer, he walked off the pier onto the road and looked around, staring for a moment at the car they sat in. Tracer's eyes widened and she pulled herself away from the windows, hunching back in her seat. The man stepped closer, but before anything happened, she heard a car pulling up. He looked away from them and strode past their car. Tracer looked behind her and saw a short white limo parked behind them.

"Good evening, Miss Valenti. You're here early." The man called as a door opened in the limo. From it stepped Francesca Valenti, rising to her full height and regarding the man coldly.

"As are you, Azure." She said.

"I suppose so. You have the cases?" He replied.

"One of them." She responded. "The other two were taken from me during the robbery earlier."

"Spare me your excuses." Azure said. "I've been speaking with my cousin. You remember Sterling, yes? The information he possesses?"

"I recall." Francesca said angrily, her voice lowering. Tracer strained against the window of the vehicle to hear what was being said. "You'll reveal all of my Mafia involvement to the government."

"Don't cross us, Valenti. Your father did, thirty years ago. You recall what happened to him?" He warned. Francesca's next words were inaudible and Tracer looked at the others to see if they had heard. Scout shook his head, Medic and Spy ignored her furtive glance.

"Exactly. Now, I want you to empty out all the other caches that you know and give the contents of them to me, or else you and the boy will end up like him." He murmured. Suddenly, the sound of a speeding car approaching filled the air. Tracer looked around as she saw Azure draw his rifle in the corner of her eye.

"What's this? I warned you, woman-" He demanded.

"This isn't me!" Francesca hissed. "You think I'd betray you, with what's at risk?" He did not answer, lifting his rifle. Tracer craned her neck around the seat to see what was going on and in the distance, saw a dark van rapidly approaching down the road. The van shot past them, its breaks screeching as it rapidly turned, its doors opening and numerous men wearing balaclavas and brandishing sawn-off shotguns. Tracer counted six and as they exited the vehicle and it skidded to a halt, the driver and passenger seat doors opened. From them stepped Junkrat and Roadhog, the former cackling with glee as he raised his grenade launcher and fired several shots high into the air. Two of them landed within a meter of the car that Tracer, Scout, Medic and Spy hid in and her eyes widened as they landed. She flung the door of the car opened as the others did likewise and, grabbing her pistols, leaped out, landing hard on her right shoulder as the grenades detonated and tore the car apart. She yelled in pain as she rolled onto her back, her shoulder dislocated. She shut her eyes momentarily as gunfire filled the air, biting her lip and breathing deeply through her nose. After a moment, she reached over and pushed her shoulder back into its socket, biting so hard on her lip instead of screaming that she drew blood.

"Do you require assistance?" Came the thickly accented voice of Medic. She opened her eyes and sat up, looking around. Medic was crouched next to her, Francesca and Azure were hiding behind the limo, Azure firing over the top blindly, while Scout was running circles around the gangsters, randomly firing with his own shotgun. Spy was nowhere to be seen and she could not see anybody else, the burning wreckage of their car obscuring her view and also providing cover.

"Yeah, I dislocated my shoulder and put it back in place." She said, wincing. "And now it hurts even more."

"Yes, it's usually a bad idea to reduce your own bones when you have a dislocation." Medic said, leveling his medigun at her. He squeezed the trigger and a red beam of energy shot from the muzzle, enveloping her. Suddenly, the intense pain in her shoulder eased and the broken skin on her lip knitted itself back together, the blood receding back into her body. She felt completely rejuvenated and looked around for her pistols. They lay not far from her and as she retrieved them, she looked back to Medic and nodded in thanks.

"I thought that thing didn't work for..." She said, trailing off.

"It's very inconsistent at times, what it can do. Personally, I blame the writing." Medic said, looking around. Tracer rose to her feet and then jerked backwards as a bullet tore through her abdomen, blood squirting from the wound as she gasped, staggering back and looking down as she bled. Her knees began to weaken, but before she fell, she heard the sound of the beam activating and a moment later, the bullet flying from her body as the wound closed and her clothing was repaired. Her eyes widened as she looked, seeing the shot had come from Azure. She glanced behind her to see Medic, standing tall with the medigun fixed on her.

"See what I mean? That probably penetrated your stomach and now you're fine. But Spy can't smoke because his lungs somehow haven't fully healed. Inconsistent." Medic said.

Spy crept around the limo, his butterfly knife drawn as he slowly approached Azure and Francesca. As he approached, Azure fired a shot over the limo and Spy saw the round hit Tracer, but he payed this no mind, sure that Medic would take care of it. As he approached, however, his cloak faded, a cloud of red smoke appearing around him and a gentle whooshing sound meeting his ears. He cursed silently as the pair turned to face him, a black briefcase next to them. Azure took aim with his rifle.

"Oh, for fuck's sake..." Spy muttered, lunging forward and kicking the rifle as he was fired upon, sending the rifle spinning onto the ground as smoke rose from the muzzle. He lashed out with his knife, swiping at Azure. He did not try and dodge, instead rising to his feet as the blade scraped against his breastplate. He stepped forward, swinging his fist at Spy, who dodged and thrust the knife at Azure's unprotected throat. Azure managed to avoid the strike and seized Spy's wrist with his right hand and punching at Spy's head with his other hand. Spy managed to catch the blow with his free hand and squeezed tightly on the trapped fist while attempting to free his grappled wrist. The struggle was indecisive and after a few moments, Azure headbutted him, his helmeted head smashing into Spy's nose while clamping down on Spy's wrist. Spy dropped his knife and was momentarily blinded as blood flowed down his face, staggering backwards in a daze as he felt the pressure on his wrist released. As his vision returned and cleared, he saw his foe crouched down over his rifle and so Spy ran forward, kicking him in the ankle as hard as he could. He yelled in pain and fell to the ground, with Spy seizing the moment and rolling him over, straddling the man and clamping his hands around his throat.

Spy could hear a gagging, gurgling sound as his iron grip remained on Azure's throat and the man beat against his arms feebly but Spy showed no mercy, glaring down at him as he squeezed tighter and tighter. The resistance grew weaker until Azure's hands rose to his head, removing his helmet. Spy frowned, confused, as Azure gripped the helmet with both hands. Spy did not have time to register the now exposed face as less than a second later, the helmet was smashed into Spy's face. And then it happened again, with more force, prompting Spy to release his grip and roll off Azure, groaning in pain as he clutched his bloody and bruised face. He heard Azure next to him, coughing and gasping, but he paid him no mind for a brief moment until finally, the pain eased to be replaced by a cold fury. Spy reached into his jacket, drawing his revolver as Azure, his head now exposed to reveal blonde hair and pale skin, scrambled for his rifle. As Spy took aim, his attention was drawn away by the sound of something small hitting the ground and rolling next to him. He saw it was a grenade and stumbled in his rush to get away from it. It detonated and though he was not caught in the blast, he was flung backwards by the shockwave generated by the explosion, smashing into the limo, shattering the window he had landed on, buckling the frame of that particular part of it and slightly caving in the roof as he almost immediately lost consciousness.

Scout leaped over the roof of the van as he fired his scattergun blindly at the gangsters, who he had by now killed two of. The pellets mostly missed though one managed to graze the shoulder of one man, which Scout supposed was a victory. He looked around for a moment, seeing Roadhog take aim with his ridiculously oversized gun while Junkrat continued to throw explosives around randomly. Scout jumped off the roof of the van as the scrap tore through it, rolling as he landed and opening up with his gun as he completed the roll, managing to hit Roadhog squarely in the gut. The enormous man grunted as blood sprayed from his freshly opened belly. Scout expected him to go down but he did not, instead pulling out a small container and sniffing it. Scout's jaw dropped slightly as the wounds he had just created closed, leaving faint, ugly red scars. Roadhog beat his stomach proudly with his hand and drew his hook. Scout cursed and rolled to the side as the hook was hurled his way. The hook barely missed him, yet somehow, Scout felt himself being pulled towards Roadhog as the hook was drawn back in.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Scout yelled as he stared down the barrel of Roadhog's gun. Roadhog chuckled.

"Piece of cake." He said. Before he could shoot Scout, however, he grunted in pain as Tracer ran behind him and opened fire with her pulse pistols, a rapid stream of blue energy burning into Roadhog's back. Scout fell to the ground and took advantage of the moment as Tracer blinked away, running behind the van and smashing the barrel of his gun into the head of the gangster who awaited him there, knocking the man out cold. Scout crouched down, cursing. A moment later, he flinched as a blue blur appeared next to him, clearing into the small frame of Tracer.

"Cheers, love." She said, breathing heavily. "Don't think I could've got any shots on him if you didn't distract him there. Shall we go back out there?"

"Fuck that." Scout said, scowling.

"What?" Tracer asked, frowning.

"Listen, sweetheart, there's a bunch of assholes with guns running around shooting at me while you use your god damn teleportation crap, that freaking guy keeps blowing stuff up and that hook did NOT fucking hit me but that fat bastard pulled me in!" Scout said.

"Yeah, but..." She said.

"No. Nope, no buts. That skinny prick, Junkrat? Why doesn't he run out of freaking grenades? And I shot that other guy right in the god damn stomach, he was fine!" He said. Tracer smiled softly, raising an eyebrow.

"Mate, I got shot in the stomach not five minutes ago. Grow a backbone." She said, giggling. "If you need any motivation, here. You only get one, though." At this, she leaned over and pecked him on the cheek briefly, before withdrawing and readying her pistols. Scout's heart raced as he felt a fresh wave of motivation. He pumped his scattergun and emerged from his cover, firing blindly. As he did so, Roadhog was just about to turn the corner and was clearly shocked at this sudden display of violence, stumbling backwards as blood spurted from the numerous wounds Scout had just created. He glanced to the side and saw Tracer in the air, opening fire on Roadhog with her pulse pistols once more as she landed gracefully.

"Time's up!" She called, tossing a pulse bomb onto Roadhog before firing at Junkrat while Scout moved back around the van and shot one of the remaining two gangsters. He then shot the other and grinned as an explosion rocked the area and Junkrat yelled in pain. Moments later, Medic ran up to Scout and activated his medigun, boosting Scout's energy as he sprinted around the van to see what had happened. Junkrat was on his knees, severely burned and Roadhog lay prone, charred and smoking, twitching. Scout looked and saw Spy unconscious atop the limo as Azure ran down the pier, rifle in one hand and a black briefcase in the other. Francesca was nowhere to be seen and Scout exchanged glances with Tracer before sprinting after Azure.

Though Azure had a considerable head start, Scout was much faster than him and was on the pier racing after him before he was even halfway to his jet ski. Scout leveled his scattergun and squeezed the trigger, but the gun clicked to indicate it was empty. He cursed and tossed it aside, hearing it clatter on the wood of the pier as he chased Azure. Just as his quarry was a few meters from the jet ski, Scout caught him, tackling him and sending the rifle and briefcase to the floor. The two crashed to the wooden floor and their heads hung over the edge of the pier, Scout looking down at the water as he breathed heavily. Azure struggled below him and Scout rapidly thought of what to do. After a moment, he savagely punched him in the back of the head before standing up and running to the briefcase and picking it up. He began running back along the pier as fast as he could. Pounding footsteps behind him indicated he was being followed. Suddenly, the pursuing feet ceased and Scout slowed, turning around to see Azure was aiming his rifle at Scout. Scout's eyes widened and he turned back around, hurling the briefcase with all his might. It landed just a foot from the pier on the street and Scout dived to the ground as a bullet whizzed overhead.

He rolled onto his back and looked up as Azure ran toward him, reloading his gun. Scout scrambled to his feet and looked from side to side as Azure aimed low. Wincing, Scout ran to the edge of the pier and dived off. The moment he hit the water, he was overwhelmed by just how cold it was. Unprepared for the immense cold of the water that overwhelmed him, he involuntarily gasped and though he rapidly shut his mouth, he was too late and swallowed a large amount of water. He floundered about, his clothes weighing him down as he attempted to get his head above water. As water began to enter his lungs he kicked feebly and thrashed about until finally his head broke the surface. He gasped, gratefully sucking in the fresh, chilled air of the evening. He coughed violently soon after, water coming out with every cough until finally, the coughing ceased.

He looked around, up at the pier. Azure was not on it but he could hear a struggle on the street. He swam to the pier and climbed back up. When he reached the pier, water dripping from his clothes and hair. He looked to the street to see Tracer shooting at Azure as Medic kept his medigun trained on her. The briefcase lay by Azure's feet but he was fixated on Tracer, firing round after round at her and Medic. Scout took a deep breath and ran for him. He turned and raised his rifle. Scout slowed down, not sure what to do. Before Azure could fire, however, there was a loud explosion and smoke filled the air, blinding Scout to anything more than a meter in front of him.

"What's going on?" Scout heard Tracer yell. As the smoke began to clear, a deep, booming voice rang out.

"FOOLS! You DARE have an awesome battle without inviting me?" The voice yelled. Scout frowned. Something sounded very... Familiar about the voice. He looked around for the source as the smoke began to clear, but the voice seemed to be coming from all around.

Scout stepped forward as he saw the silhouette of Azure. Behind him, Scout saw two more silhouettes, not Tracer or Medic. One was very large, wearing what looked like a dress and the other seemed to be wearing casual clothes. Scout frowned, the larger figure seeming to wield some sort of... Staff.

"Who's there?" Scout said.

"Cower in awe, for tonight, you meet with MERASMUS THE MAGICIAN AND HIS SON, MIASMUS!"

"My name's Markus, dad!" Came a second, slightly higher pitched voice.

"No, IDIOT BOY! You're Miasmus! How the hell can you be my son with a name like Markus?" The deep voice yelled. The smoke faded and Scout could make out clearly the two men. There stood Merasmus the Magician, tall, in a dark robe with his mouth covered and an animal's skull atop his head. Next to him stood a shorter man who looked quite similar, but he was clad in a button-up shirt and jeans. He had a similar face shape, similar hair to Merasmus, which definitely made the claim that he was his son seem reasonable. However, Scout knew better.

"Yeah, how the hell is he your son? Aren't you a 6,000 year old virgin?" Scout asked, scowling as he strode down the pier. Tracer and Azure both seemed very confused, but Medic seemed to share Scout's irritation.

"Not as of twenty years ago, Scout!" Merasmus declared proudly.

"My first guess is a hooker." Scout said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"No!" Merasmus yelled.

"She only did that for three years!" Markus yelled at the same time, a hint of an accent which Scout could only describe as European in his speech.

"Bah! Idiot boy! Three years was enough for her to meet me and end up with you." Merasmus snapped.

"She retired when she got pregnant!" Markus said defensively. "She managed to get into a university and find work as a lawyer! If it weren't for the accident, I'd still be with her instead of a crazy dick like you."

"If you two are quite done, we were sort of in the middle of something." Medic called in frustration. As he said this, Azure raised his rifle and Merasmus raised a hand. The weapon shot from his hand, spinning on the ground several meters away and Azure backed away in confusion.

"No!" He yelled. "I came here to have a great time! Blowing things up! And fighting! But you will not start that before I am ready! And I am not ready until I have finished speaking to my fucking son!"

"This was a serious thing we were doing." Medic said, rubbing his forehead.

"Yes, well..." Azure said, before looking to the ground and frowning. "WHERE IS THE BRIEFCASE?!" He roared. Scout looked and saw Junkrat had sneaked up and taken it, running for the van. Merasmus clapped in excitement.

"Oh, yes! Tension! Excitement!" He yelled as Azure chased after Junkrat. Junkrat leaped into the van and cackled as he closed the door and started the vehicle. Junkrat began driving, with Scout then noticing that Roadhog was no longer on the ground. Junkrat drove past them and out of the area. It was then that Scout heard the sirens.

"Crap, it's the cops!" He yelled, looking around. The car they had come in was ruined and they had no other vehicle or time to hot-wire the cars already there. As he spoke, Azure swore and began running down the pier. Tracer and Medic both ran for the limo and Scout followed their example, arriving at the driver seat and opening the door. A short, bald man sat there, frozen and eyes wide, pale as snow.

"Move, pal!" Scout yelled. The man stayed still and Scout cursed, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcibly dragging him from the vehicle as Tracer and Medic pulled Spy from the rear window. Scout checked to see if they keys were still in the ignition - they weren't and so he turned to the man on the ground, glaring down. The man raised a trembling, fat fist, the car key in it. Scout snatched it and hopped into the vehicle, shutting the door and looking into the mirror to make sure the others were in.

"Where are you all going?" Merasmus demanded. "I've only just got here!" As he spoke, Scout put the keys in the ignition and his foot on the accelerator, taking off.

"I'd say anywhere away from you is good." Markus responded dryly.

"Bah! Foolish mortals! We will meet again, soon and you will not flee from me next time!" Merasmus yelled as they raced down the street as a jet ski's motor sounded to accompany the sirens that grew louder and louder.