This one is a long one. Credit goes again to Blizzard and Valve. Also to the companies that own the many lines and songs that I put in this chapter. Hope you enjoy. Comment and Follow and I will see you all next week.

The price ended up being 25 wallets worth of food. As for how much was in the wallets the total amount was (fill in the blank). Spy was kind of sad that all his hard work went for one dinner but then again he had dinner dates that cost more. The group was walking now in the snow covered roads, the wind was not harshly blowing but it was still a crisp late evening, around 10:50pm. They were going to meet the Chairman, her schedule was taxing on her and she pushed herself constantly but took the time to meet them from what Zarya said. She called the Chairman's office and told that she had some allies that she would want the Chairman herself to meet.

After a number of minutes Spy's phone started to ring. It was Scout on the other end of the line.

"Hello Son, still a virgin?" He asked in a humorous and teasing tone.

"Go to hell Spy!" Scout muttered on the other end of the line. "Honestly to answer your question I can see the light, just a little further. Anyway I called to check in and see how things are going on your end."

Spy was surprised at this, he would have let his jaw fall but he still had his cigarette in his mouth. His son never called to check on his wellbeing, this was rarer than monkeys that typed out the full works of Shakespeare; Scout must have an alternative reason for calling he thought. But for now he played along with the question, "The mission is halfway done. And congratulations on almost losing your virginity, what are you? Like twenty six?" He mocked. He always wanted the best for his son but as a professional he had to remain emotionless and detached. The whole cliché about protecting the ones you love by running away from them was true in his case, and as such those actions carried onto his personality. He continued to walk behind the rest of his team as to not attract too much attention to his call while trying to keep up the pace. He also wanted to avoid Zarya because people noticeably looked at her, or some asks, for her autograph. Scout spoke up quickly at this point.

"I'm twenty seven you asshole, once again dare I say go to hell, hopefully that will happen one day." Scout retorted. He always wanted to deny the possibility that Spy was his dad

"So what's the real reason for you calling me?" Spy asked ignoring the insult. While be it true that it did hurt his feelings that his son hated his guts and constantly denied being his son, he couldn't blame him. He was never there for him or his mother and his wife or his family. There were only a handful of openings to visit them, and the most recent one was when Scout was an infant.

"I need to know what to do next. And Spy don't you dare make me do what you did last time I did this but again I will say it… you…. are better than me, I need your help, and no conditions." Scout confessed. He would never call it pleading, but that was basically what was happening.

"I will do it I guess. First tell me how far have you gotten?" Spy accepted the request. He rarely did this, but it was a special occasion.

"She kissed me for reasons that weren't love, she's a little flirty, she got dumped by her girlfriend, almost got shot by some Spanish hacker chick lady, I took Lena's pants off, we got to a hotel, and she is now in her panties and bra in the bed I pretended to sleep in until she fell asleep and then I called you." Scout said quickly.

Spy's jaw dropped, his cigarette falling into the snow and extinguishing moments after it touched the ground. He remained silent for a few more moments until Scout started talking into the line wondering if the line was cut off. "What… oh yes…. Welllll." Spy said coming out of his daze and clearing his throat. "I suppose that since you are inexperienced you should go on a date with her, or do kind gestures, but not too frequently, once or twice a day is good. You are inexperienced so you lack the skill to jump the tiers of love like me. I can make it to tier 15 in a day. But if you try you will look desperate and look like a rapist so don't do it. Tier two is kissing, tier three is making out, tier four is French kissing my personal favorite, kind of embarrassing when I did it with an enemy sentry. Anyway tier five is where you are probably at now, where she strips and you can touch her, but don't yet have full access."

"What about tier fifteen?"

"You stay the fuck away from that!" Spy shouted into the phone. Everyone in the street looked at spy like he was crazy or something. He was currently walking with his teammates in the back with Zarya in the lead taking them to Katya Volskaya in a royal hotel she was staying at; she would meet them in the conference room. Zarya was hoping to join Overwatch to fight the Omnics and Talon but needed permission first; hopefully they would manage in the negotiations. Trying to ignore the looks he attracted by his sudden outburst spy tilted his head and remained forcused on the talk with his son.

Spy talked at a lower tone to stop embarrassing himself. "Look, what really matters is for you to listen to her, remember when you were making a prom for miss Pauling?"

"Yeah."

"You messed up by not realizing what her mind was on, the intelligence, you wanted to focus on your own agenda. Now you need to not make the same mistake. What is her mind on right now?"

"Probably the mission and her getting dumbed."

"Alright, focus on the mission, don't bring up her ex, and be nice to her is my advice." Spy said giving him a step by step plan.

"Got it." Scout said, spy could hear scout scribbling down a few notes on a pad of paper.

"Good luck, hopefully you won't die a virgin." He said trying to strike a chord.

"Go to hell dad." Scout said and then hung up the phone. Spy took a few seconds looking at the phone. 'Did he just call me dad?' He thought.

"Spy hurry up, your slower than me, plus I probably ate more kilos than your body weight." Heavy said as he was walking next to Zarya. Spy hurried up.

Then at this point got picked up by a black hovering limousine, government issue, fit with bulletproof and laser proof shielding, emergency agents in the front and back of the vehicle, and a direct line to every agency the Russian government had at its disposal. Zarya called them and they gave her the location that had the most surveillance and had been checked the most for any anomalies. The group got in the car, Zarya and Heavy sitting across from each other sharing a bottle of vodka from the limos mini bar, Sniper and Spy in the back, and Torbjorn at the front having a cold glass of beer.

"So what were you talking about mate back on the road?" Sniper asked.

"A step by step guide for my son in his failed attempt at women so far." Spy said.

"Sounds like rubbish to me, but what do I know, I'm just an assassin." Sniper responded.

"True you are just that, but regardless I have a little bit of hope for my son." Spy pointed out as he adjusted his tie.

Minutes passed by in silence, Zarya and Heavy were not one for talking and just shooting, only making the occasional sentence. Torbjorn all by himself dozed off. And Sniper and Spy, being who they were, remained on guard, checking out the windows, inspecting the security that was with them, four guards total all with their fancy black suites, sunglasses, and earpieces.

Finally they arrived at the royal hotel. It was a black pillar with gold lining. They got outside with Torbjorn being woken up by Heavy. The interior was massive, for example at the front of the entrance was two giant steel lions, on the inside was a large fountain as the centerpiece of the first floor, a carving of a man battling an Omnic with a gun. The front of the desk was made of metal with LED decorations showing the symbol of the Government and some writing in Russian which read "Through strength peace is revealed." As Heavy translated, smiling to himself and seemingly agreeing with the statement.

They took the elevator, one group up at a time since Heavy and Zarya could hardly squeeze in much less the entire group. After two trips they arrived at the top floor, which had the pent house. This pent house was equipped with a conference room, a library, and several bedrooms and bathrooms, including an indoor pool.

They group were designated to the conference room, an oval table with the Government symbol imprinted on the mahogany table. On the back of the wall opposite of the entrance was a marble depiction of Russia fighting the Omnics. The group took their seats with the seat at the end of the table closest to the marble depiction reserved for the chairman, soon to greet them. Six guards all in heavy military armor surrounded them.

Heavy took out a sandwich and ate it breaking the uncomfortable silence. He passes another to Zarya which she accepted but did not eat as not to be rude. With that the door they came through opened again. It was Chairman Volskaya. She was accompanied by an additional two guards.

"Alright let us proceed." Katya said. "My name is Katya Volskaya, but to keep things short just call me Chairman. Zarya gave me a quick debrief but let's hear your offer again."

"Chairman, I am Heavy, we are here for your service." Heavy said.

"My service, whatever do you mean by that?" The woman asked.

Spy recognized this sort of behavior. Whenever the Red Team did job runs for the Administrator dealing with the black market or mafia they always the team always had a bargaining chip, heavy would mostly sell weapons or money or just kill the people from the black market and take the goods. However this situation was different. They did not have guns to sell, money to buy, and killing everyone they were trying to convince wasn't an option. So the only option left which they never did was to sell their services. While Heavy was short for words and not always the smartest he was good at weapons dealing. Spy's role was to intercept the conversation is things required proper language and charisma, both skills that he was a natural in, Heavy regardless was excellent at getting his point across in an intimidating fashion.

"Madam, what my friend here is trying to say is that we don't have much to convince you, but what we can sell are our skills and services." Spy interjected, taking over for Heavy.

"I see, and how good are you?" She asked intrigued. Her thoughts went towards the strange man; he was dashing and roguish and probably had a way with words. However she knew when the business men and politicians came in for their roles to deliver the best point possible. This was no exception as she soon realized.

"Ma'am, are you familiar with the lady known as Widowmaker? Sniper, expert assassin, blue skin and skin tight outfit." Sniper asked.

"Yes actually, she has a near perfect record. The only survivor was myself and the hero known as Tracer." Volskaya stated.

"Well you can add one more because I survived a shot to the chest. In fact I've died a few times and being shot by that bitch wasn't one of them." Sniper said.

"Surprising, but what is your point?" She asked getting back to business.

"While Heavy and Zarya where having their little brawl I got a call from a teammate of mine. He almost killed her in the Australian outback." Sniper said smiling. The chairman was surprised to say the least, no one up until now had managed to get a single hit on the assassin, much less heavily injure.

"And do you have proof?" Katya requested suspiciously.

"The behemoth called Reinhart told me over the phone that he sent you something called an email if we ever got this far. The bloke had a small camera on his suit." Sniper answered

At this the chairman pulled up a holographic screen, she entered in the password and then opened up her email. She then opened up the video that Reinhart had sent her. The rest of the team watched as they saw Demo charge after Widowmaker once the entire skyscraper exploded, he then threw his sword and hit her arm preventing her from firing. Sniper watched the Chairman's expressions the entire time, she was cold but he could see a hint of shock.

"Impressive, but reckless, why should I want to hire you if I know your teammates and you will do reckless moves like this." She was egging them on.

Heavy at this point spoke up. "We have ten years of killing every expert of war in field, each kill, more crying."

Spy came in. "Each of us came to the point where we are professionals in the field, Demoman knew what he was doing, he set up a trap where if the woman killed him she would die as well by setting off the explosives attached to the building by hooking up a pulse reader to his heart, if it stopped the bomb would go off, he also had his thumb on the trigger."

"I have faced hundreds of his kind, and each with a bullet in their brains, and each coming at me with a new trap or strategy to kill me, and yet one Demoman was able to nearly kill the best sniper in the world." Sniper finished.

Katya Volskaya paused for a moment. She collected herself and then asked the next question. "How many of you experts are there and what are your capabilities?"

Spy since he was the best at words he decided to reply. "We are 9 in total, not including the members from our organization we are partnered with. We are split into 3 categories, offense, defense, and support. In the offence is Scout, my son, who's average speed is 17 miles per hours but he can go several times faster, he can do recon and hit and run missions. The second is Soldier, he is an expert strategist and a lone survivor, he is good with forward and direct attacks. The third offence is Pyro, if you want your problems literally burned to a crisp, then he is who you call. The defensive side is Heavy, who mows down enemies and clears a path with his minigun, then Demo, who as you saw is an expert with explosives. And for the last defense there is Engineer, a man with 11 PHDs all in the sciences who can reinforce, upgrade, and create anything and everything. Then there is the group me and snipers are in who can go offence or defense depending on the situation. I can disguise as the enemy if I have a profile of them, I can flank and go invisible. Snipers kill count is more than 10,000men and his record shot is 6 kilometers with an antitank rifle, but the final is probably the second most insane of us all. He is the medic, he planted enhanced hearts in us which makes us stronger, faster, and far more durable. He can use his healing rays to heal any injury as soon as they are created and piece us back together even at deaths door." Spy concluded with his pitching point. "We will help you on two conditions, that you allow Zarya to join us, and that you help our organization with missions, supplies, and funding."

Torbjorn looked at spy curiously, the second request wasn't a part of the original plan but it would help them.

"And what is your organization?" She asked, she was definitely biting the bate.

"Excuse your men, remove all electronics, and we will do a check for recording devices and such. Then we can talk more openly." Sniper demanding.

Katya looked at her men, a few looked nervous but did not verbally object to the order. After all were excused Spy took out his sapper and laid it on the floor. The sapper buzzed and then all electronics were destroyed. Sniper and Heavy checked under the tables and chairs even in the ventilation. Meanwhile Torbjorn looked around with Spy to see if he missed anything. Katya, and Zarya watched them waiting in their respective seats until the mercenaries had finished their sweep. After checking everything Torbjorn began.

"Overwatch has reformed, we want to take down Talon and track them down, and we also want to investigate the Omnics to see if they are planning anything. Both of these missions benefit you and you will be having some of the leading experts and previous heroes and geniuses at your disposal. WE were supposed to ask for just Zarya, but now I think we need all the help we can get." Torbjorn said scratching his beard.

The woman put her hand on her chin and started to contemplate. A few minutes of silence pasted until a little girl came through the door, the guards obviously trying to stop the little girl but Katya raised her hand signaling them to leave her alone. The little girl walked up and cried out. "Mommy!" Katya knelt down and picked her up, smiling sweetly at the innocent girl. At this the Chairman Katya Volskaya put down her daughter and approached the dwarf. She lowered her hand. "What can I do for you friend." She said shaking the man's hand.

He smiled. "What do you want us to do?"

The negotiation started. Numbers were offered in which heavy covered, possible missions were examined by Sniper, and Spy did most of the talking. Torbjorn took over a few times during some of the bargaining and keeping in mind how Overwatch could benefit. After long arduous hours at last they got to the mission assigned to Zarya, which would also be their first mission.

"Well I might as well have you investigate what Zarya was doing. Three talon operatives infiltrated one of my factories and nearly assassinated me. One I believe has their own agenda, the other two are loyal to Talon, and those are Reaper and Widowmaker." She said filling them in on the details.

"What was rogue like?" Heavy asked.

"A Spanish woman, hacker, and very deadly. She killed many of my men, breached all security, and only did it so I could help her in some situations in the future. I was going to have Zarya and her people investigate but so far nothing, not that I don't blame you Zarya you have already worked hard." Katya said.

"Wait a minute." Spy said getting out his phone, hopefully Scout was still awake. After a few tense moments the other end picked up. "Hey spy I don't know why you are calling but you do realize that no one if they don't want a dent in their head should not call me during my beauty sleep." Scout wined.

"Scout I need you to listen, this is important, and I mean really important." Spy said, after a begrudging murmur of approval Spy continued. "You told me about a Spanish woman that was good with hacking, describe her."

"Welll….. It was pretty fast, but then again this is me where talking about so I can catch anything, anyway she wore purple and black. She had a machine gun like Snipers SMG, and she had on a purple skull logo thing. That's about it before I ran out with Tracer. She smashed her phone so we couldn't be tracked. And I'm using a landline phone which the hotel dude said was fine to use." Scout said as he yawned.

Katya looked at Zayra and she nodded. She then went outside and came back in with her phone calling a jet. "I need you to go to where this Scout, hopefully the hacker left some sort of trace, this is an opportunity that I cannot ignore. Overwatch will be kept secret while my corporations and agencies help out and give you missions." Before she could continue the group felt a large rumble below them as an explosion was set off. Katya quickly got on the coms and asked what was going on.

"Death comes for you Chairman, and its time to reap." The com answered.

"Chairman get out of here is reaper! He's on the…." A shotgun blast was heard and silence followed. It was one of her security guards that was probably already dead.

Spy adjusted his tie. "What is the situation Zarya?"

The Russian went outside and quickly came back in as she pulled up a computer which showed that all communications had been cut off, no calls, and no emergency calls. They also noticed that the emergency helicopter had been shot down. Spy looked concerned at this point. He then looked at the rest of the team and formulated his plan. He wasn't no Soldier, but he was damn good at escaping when the odds no longer wade in his favor.

"Ladies and Gentleman, our mission is to get Chairman Katya safely out of this building, response time for the police is probably 10 minutes so we cannot depend on them. I have a plan and if you want to live listen." Spy spoke as he put a round of bullets in his revolver and pulled out another cigarette.

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Scout got up after another few hours of sleep. It was 9 am. The alarm went off one hour ago and he continually pressed the snooze button several times. But he knew that he would miss the pick up by Winston if he kept pressing the snooze button. Looking to his side he saw that Lena like him was not a morning person. She was wrapped around the blankets leaving Scout having to fight for them all night. She was such a child. He did notice allot of similarities between him and her, not just the fact that they both enjoyed running. He tried poking her awake but he had no luck. He blew into her ear and she mumbled to him, "Go shank yourself and leave me alone." Scout stopped at this point thinking about leaving her alone until he decided to risk it and continue.

He took off the blankets covering Lena, she was lying down curdled up, and she looked so damn cute, she was drooling just a little bit but not much, she also had he hand down the back of her pants scratching her round ass. Scout looked down and her chiseled bubble butt seeming to shine in the morning light. Scout was just about to go get a glass or handful of water to splash on her and wake her up. Until he did something super impulsive and probably jumping up one of Spy's so called tiers of love. Scout went in front of her so his face was a few inches away from hers. Raising his right arm he brought it down hard on her sexy ass. She jumped up and punched Scout square in the nose, making it bleed profusely but not break it. Scout fell back in pain.

"Bloody hell sugar tits warn me next time!" Scout cried out rolling on the floor.

Lena got up using her right hand to cover herself with the blanket while massaging her red ass cheek with her left. She was blushing furiously. Honestly she was kinda wanted another one from Scout but her rational side stopped her.

"Next time it will be your teeth." She scolded him halfheartedly still blushing like a red hot chili pepper.

Scout got up and put two tissues from the tissue box on the nightstand up his nose to stop the bleeding tilting his head up at the same time. He then smirked again, he was really enjoying these reactions from Lena des it them causing him a large amount of pain. Lena then looked at him still furious and started to get dressed.

"So remind me, what was your reason for bloody waking me up?" Lena asked putting on her pants.

"It's 9 in the morning and we are getting picked up by Donkey Kong at noon so we need to get a move on." Scout reported while he poked his nose, wondering if it would bruise and make him look like a messed up Rudolph the Red nosed Reindeer.

"Fine…" She groaned in response. It was clear at this point that she was not a morning person as she massaged her eyes and slapped her face to wake herself up. She looked at him in a now cute face not apologizing for hitting him and completely ignoring the fact that she did anything wrong. "Make me breakfast luv." Her brown eyes pleading.

Scout rolled his eyes and started to look in the fridge. He realized that there was nothing in it so he would have to go to the store, luckily he remembered there was a convenience store nearby that was 24 hour service. He looked at Lena and asked for some cash. She pulled out several pounds and handed them to him reluctantly.

Scout got dressed in his normal apparel and went outside the hotel room with the key and locked the door. He then ran downstairs and out the door. The convenience store was not far away, about half a mile at most. He walked as to not attract any attention, it was still morning and with a morning crowd around it would look suspicions if he ran despite his legs pleading for him to pick up the pace. His whole life he spent running towards or away from his problems and now he had to slow down in order to remain undercover. The roads were packed with cars honking and moving around, he had to wade through the crowd to make it to the convenience store. Most of the buildings looked futuristic, the coolest ones he saw were where the first bottom portion of a building was the classical London buildings and flats, then the upper portions were made of metal and advanced looking buildings, giving the some parts of the area this futuristic appeal but not dissuading away from the traditional architecture of London.

After a brisk walk which took him about 5 or so minutes he arrived at the store. It was a cozy grocery store, having some of the basic necessities like the regular food products but was about twice as big as a seven eleven and not the size of like a Target or Wal Mart. Going inside he got a dozen eggs, butter, a liter of milk, ketchup, orange juice, syrup, and some pancake mix. Going back to the inn he felt in his front pocket, it was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't lose it. After a few more minutes he came back to the Pub and Inn. He went inside and nodded to the bar keeper who was just beginning to start his day, nodding at him he walked up to the top floor and back into the inn room.

Going inside he noticed the sound of water running in the other room, Lena must be taking a shower. He tied to keep his mind off of it but couldn't stop from getting a little excited and letting his mind run wild with imagery. He managed to unpack the groceries and get everything prepared. Scout enjoyed cooking from time to time but was not as good as a few of his teammates like Heavy, who's sandwiches were legendary, or Engi's bacon which was the perfect consistency of moist and crispiness.

He read the instructions and got started on the pancakes putting in the designated amount for four people, he didn't know about Lena but he always had an appetite. He then cracked and scrambled 6 eggs adding a dab of butter and a slash of milk to get that creamy taste. Getting the stove ready he checked the pantry and found the cooking ware. While not good quality it did the trick.

After another ten minutes he had everything set up. 5 pancaked for both of them and allot of eggs and two glasses of orange juice with ketchup and the syrup on the side. Breakfast of champions. Lena shortly came out. She was wearing her sports bra and latex pants, very sexy. Her Chrono accelerator still on the nightstand keeping her attached to this timeline. Scout also noticed that she had a slight limp, but a major improvement compared to yesterday. She had a towel over her head and was still getting out some of the water.

She smiled and giggled at him. "Oh who's a good boy?! Thanks luv!" She said licking her lips. Jeremy didn't like her teasing especially when it put a damper on his pride as the best in the world, but for now he could tolerate it to a certain extent.

"Your welcome sweetheart, breakfast of champions afterall. Anyway feel free to dig in!" He said. Lena giggled and happily obliged pouring a ton of syrup over the pancakes. He guessed she like the energy rush, not a big surprise considering how jumpy and energetic she normally was. Scout hurried up with his own meal and took the syrup after Lena was done.

"So….Lena…. how are you holding up?" Scout asked trying to start a chain of conversation.

She contemplated on the question sorrow filling her eyes as she chewed more slowly thinking about the question in depth. Finally she looked at Scout and responded, "Honestly I don't want to think about it, its's heartbreaking really that my girlfriend was a sleeper agent and was engineered just like Windowmaker to be a killer. But thanks to you I wasn't her first kill. I hope I can help her, but I doubt it, the process is known to be permanent and no known cases of reversing the effect have come up, trust me Mercy looked at the process to create Windowmaker and she was seriously concerned."

"I'm sorry to hear about that." Scout said honestly. "Just know that I am the awesome dude that is a shoulder when you need it, and the guy who can make breakfast for you from time to time, but not all the time."

Lena smiled at this. "Oh I don't think so, all I will need to do is flutter me eyes and say pretty please, then you'll come licking my feet and begging for me to give you an order."

"I ain't your mut, and you will have to repay me for saving your cute ass and making you breakfast." Scout responded arrogantly folding his arms.

"Well I paid for the stuff to make the breakfast. But I suppose you have a point about saving my life and I always repay the debt, it's sorta a hero thing. So name your price." She said smiling at him, but honestly concerned about his request wondering if it would be something perverted.

"Go on a date with me." Scout responded quickly.

Lena was surprised at this, she was honestly expecting something way more cocky and kinky considering his perverted tendencies, but she supposed a date couldn't hurt. Nodding she said, "Sure luv, I guess when the time is available we can go out, what do you wanna to do?"

Scout's grin at this point faded and turned into a frown. He scratched the back of his head. "Honestly I have only been on one date, and that was against a giant mutant bread monster which ended in major property damage and me almost getting killed a few days later by the person I had a crush on until I managed to convince her otherwise as she was coming at me with an axe." He smiled. "Ah she was one hell of a gal. But nah, I'm probably not as experienced as you at dating, I will probably have something later but not right now. What do you want to do?" He asked, passing the conversation back to her.

"Hmmmm. Well I would probably do allot of the things that I did with Emily. So why don't we go shopping, then lunch, annnnddd then bike riding, we can come up with something in-between and finally to top it all off with a cherry on top a fancy dinner." She said smiling. She would have to ask him about this crazy first and only date of his, it sounded like allot of fun to her.

"I'm fine with all of that expect the shopping. What, are you wanting to play dress up with me?" Scout asked.

"Oh I will get you looking like a doll." Lena said giggling at her jab at Jeremys nickname for her.

Scout noticed and sighted, but found the attitude that Lena gave him cute none the less.

"Oh come on luv!" She said continuing to pester him. "I'll make you cuter than the cutest button, or better yet more dashing than James Bond." She declared smiling. She reached to pull out her phone to show him some pictures of what she was wanting to dress him up as but then remembered that she broke it to stop the Hacker from tracking them.

Scout put a hand over hers. "I'm not a clothes kind of guy or a romantic type to say the least but I'm sure that any day with you can make my day, I just hope that I can pay back the favor." With that Scout kissed her on the cheek, a bold move but he thought it was appropriate. He then got into the bathroom and got ready for the day. Making sure to take a quick shower and get his teeth brushed at the same time, while strange to brush his teeth and take a shower at the same time, it did make things faster, and fast was what he was all about. Getting out of the shower with his head tilted to the floor he didn't notice that Lena was standing right there waiting for him. He was still naked and fell back with a yelp. He covered himself with the shower curtain like a n embarrassed school girl.

"What are you doing?" He asked surprised.

"You know you can be such a mystery, sometimes you act like a huge dick and I think I have you all figured out, and then you sweep the carpet down from under me and tell me something sweet like how your only hope is to make my day like I make yours, do you even realize how frustrating it is to chase you down and figure you out? Why are you doing this?" Lena asked ignoring Jeremys question and getting straight to her point.

Scout tried to remain calm but kept stuttering until he managed to get a sentence out. "Can I at least get dressed!?" Embarrassed with steam coming out of his ears.

Lena realized this and blushed but after a few moments of consideration said. "Nah."

"Why the hell not!?" Jeremy asked clearly begging for her to leave and collect himself.

"Because your cute when your flustered like this." She responded with a smirk.

Scout blushed at this and didn't know what to say. He decided to get dressed by grabbing the nearby towel off of the towel rack while covering himself with the shower curtain. Remaining silent and flushed he dried himself off. He looked pasted the curtain and noticed that Lena was still there.

"What?" He asked confused why she hadn't left.

"I want an answer, why are you behaving this way?" Lena asked folding her arms.

"Look can we talk about this somewhere else, I'm naked and while I would not mind if you were naked with me now is not a good time, so can I please have some privacy and get ready? I promise I will answer all your questions later." Jeremy pleaded wanting to be alone. It wasn't the fact that he wanted privacy, well it was part of the reason, the real reason was because he had a giant erection because of the current situation and didn't want her to see.

She shrugged and told him that she would be waiting outside and told him to be ready in five minutes. He agreed and got ready, drying himself off and tucking his erection down his pants hoping she wouldn't notice until he was no longer hard. Putting on all his clothes he did his hair and put on the rest of his clothes. Going out of the bathroom he noticed that Lena was changed as well, the time was 9:40 and they needed to get a move on. He looked at her and decided to be quick with answering the question that Lena kept pestering him about.

"To be honest doll the reason why is because I don't like myself, underneath all the boasting and the cockiness I really am just a big douchebag with a bat, I want to change and improve on that in hopes of removing my flaws but it is hard. I have made improvements in my behavior which is what you are seeing, so think of it as kind of a transition. I don't think allot of ladies like my douchebag side so I am trying to improve myself and be a better man. Does that answer your question?" Jeremy said, trying to give the best explanation.

"Well… I do like it when you are sweet, and I can tell when it is forced or not, but I also like your outgoing side. So I will congratulate your effort for now but know that I also like it when people openly express themselves and who they are. So yeah I see what you are saying luv." She said.

"Great, can we get going now?" Scout asked.

"Yeah, I called a cab that will help us get out of the city, from there we take the bus to the drop site. I called Winston on the phone and told him we should make it by one pm or so." She said. Scout admired this, she contributed as much as she could and helped out by preforming exceptionally. An admirable quality.

Scout nodded and packed up the rest of their things and headed out. Making sure to leave as little trace that they stayed the night. Going downstairs they thanks the innkeeper for his help and told him that they would pay him back, he told them it was on the house. Going out onto the street they were signaled down by the Taxi driver Omnic who was waving out from the car window. Getting inside Scout sat next to Tracer, she put her head on his shoulder and dozed off. He was surprised again at her behavior, could she really like him? He wondered. He looked over at her and pushed a strand of hair away from her face. He noticed the detail on her face, the cute freckles, the rosy cheeks, and her perfect rosy lips. He couldn't help but admire her beauty. He then thought about himself, he should go to the gym more when he could to try and impress her, maybe have Heavy give him some tips. But Spy told him that while body was one of the things that girls liked and while it was the first initial thing that girls liked, it was not the thing that got the girl. All they really wanted according to Spy was someone that they could confess their feelings to and have the listen to them, to have a shoulder to lean on, and a laugh they would always get when they needed it when around the guy. Scout didn't get most of it but he understood a little.

Scout put an arm around Lena's shoulder as she snuggled in closer. Soon like no time had passed at all they were out of the city and dropped off of the Cab at the bus stop. This was like a romantic movie or something that was filled with action and suspense and cute moments as well, Scout thought to himself. After getting out of the car Lena paid the driver and he went back to London. Then they waited for the bus, it started to rain. Scout forgot to grab an umbrella but luckily there was a gas station nearby. He left Lena at the bus stop which was covered by a roof and went over to the store. He went inside and purchased an Umbrella with the extra cash that Lena had given him for Breakfast.

Going back he noticed that Lena was swinging side to side in the rain singing and smiling, she was completely soaked and Scout just rolled his eyes.

"I'm singing in the rain, I'm singing in the rain, what a glorious feeling I'm happy again. I'm laughing at clouds, so dark above, the sin's in my heart and I'm ready for love. Haha!" She laughed to herself. She still didn't notice Scout until he put the Umbrella over her getting himself wet in the process. Her behavior was always so cheerful and jumpy it seemed, with the occasional serious moments.

She noticed the lack of rain and opened her eyes looking at Scout. She smiled wiping the water and wet hair away from her face. Scout smiled back at her and decided to play along.

"Let the stormy clouds chase, Ev'ryone from the place, come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face." While he was no singer he tried his best. They continued to sing and twirl around a light post and slash in some puddled. A couple came by and saw them, looking at them like they were completely nuts or something.

Lena giggled and they sang together. "I walk down the lane, with a happy refrain, and singing, singing in the rain, in the rain!" They laughed at themselves as the rain started to come down harder, both of them went underneath the Umbrella and then back to the bus stop. Lena's clothes were soaking but Jeremy's was damp since he wasn't out as long. Lighting lit up the clouds and thunder clapped over the sky. Both huddling together for warmth. They began to chat about the things they remembered and the things they used to do. Lena talked about the golden age of Overwatch, while Scout talked about his family and his mercenary days, the trouble he got into and so forth. They really started to enjoy their company and then after a few minutes the bus came and they hoped on.

The bus trip would take a number of hours. Lena sneezed like a kitten as she had gotten a cold. Scout held her closer to warm her up and she smiled with her face cradled in his next as he laid his chin on her head. They both enjoyed each others company. Tracer wasn't worried that they were being followed because the enemy already had the memory stick. Scout on the other hand was concerned about being followed but still wasn't that worried. He didn't see anyone and they didn't use any electronics besides the landline at the hotel and they were mostly undercover. A few stops later they arrived.

Lena checked the time and noticed that Winston should be arriving for the pickup soon. Luckily the next stop was their last. It was on a beach next to the stop, and the good thing was that their wasn't allot of traffic. They got out and noticed that the rain had stopped with the sun directly above them. They saw in the distance a white dropship with Winston driving. The ship landed and Winston came out to greet them.

"Hello you two. Lena I am so sorry about Emily." Winston said , he decided to be a friend first before bringing up the mission and how it didn't go as planned.

She smiled at him. "Don't worry luv, I'm tough as nails." Truthfully she would need some time to recover, but she hoped that Scout, Winston, and the rest of her team could help her though it.

They got in and finally took off. Winston looked at Scout and asked about the mission.

"Mission success!" Scout responded.

Winston looked at him strangely. "This is no time for jokes." The monkey said looking back at them from the cockpit.

"No joke." Scout said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bag, inside the bag was the memory stick. Lena looked at him with her jaw dropped. Winston almost crashed the plane at how surprised he was. He quickly let Athena take the controls and he went back to look at the memory stick that Scout was holding. He took it from him and unzipped the bag putting the memory stick in his palm. He put it into the ships computer to analyze it. Hundreds of thousands of files opened up to show all government related files that were classified. This information was invaluable.

"But how, I thought the hacker lady got the memory stick." Lena asked looked at Scout.

"Nah, it was a decoy, I found an extra sitting on a table back at the checkpoint secret base we went to and get debriefed by Winston before we went out on our mission. I went to another room and asked the computer lady, I told her to show my some of the funniest videos and most disturbing pictures on her computer. After looking at a few I selected a bunch and told her to download it onto the stick thingy, instructing her that when the stick was used the stuff would just keep popping up as long as possible, then I told her to keep it absolutely secret. Then when we finished our mission I pickpocketed you Lena while we were in the cab on the way to your flat and replaced that memory stick with the fake. Sorry about pickpocketing you by the way." Scout said explaining everything.

"Nah its fine luv." Lena said hugging him. She was impressed at his cleverness.

"Excellent work!" Winston said patting him on the back. "But I have to ask what kind of video did you put on?"

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Meanwhile at Talon headquarters Sombra had everyone at the base gathered. On the wall were several holograms displaying blurry figures which were the secret people who controlled the world for their benefit. Everyone in the base was gathered around the stage which was where the leaders of Talon held their debriefings, Emily was on the side of the stage with Sombra in the center.

"Sombra, you have something to show us?" The center monitor asked.

"Yes, the memory stick containing the files of the secret operations of the British government." Sombra said holding out the stick and flipping it in her hand.

"Show us then." The monitor demanded.

Sombra put in the memory stick into a port nearby. Holographic monitors came up and displayed a black screen. Then it flickered to life. What was shown was not what was expected. (Imagine the funniest video you have ever seen trolling people, now imagine that in this situation, put your choice down in the comments.) Sombra quickly shut down the video hearing a few chuckles from the men. She was embarrassed at this point and browsed through the file. She quickly realized she had been pranked in the most extreme of ways. Some contained pictures of dick picks, others of mooning men. One video was a hippo farting like crazy throwing crap spraying everywhere. Another was of the Trololo man. After a few moments the entire group watching the spectacle was laughing outload some rolling on the floor, Emily would have been laughing with them but she was apart of the mission so she was just as embarrassed as embarrassed as Sombra.

The hacker closed all the files but they kept popping up, many of then were gifs others were vines, and then just disturbing videos like people popping giant zits on themselves. Even a video of the comic book character Deadopol who was naked and twerking which was especially disturbing. Sombra shut down the main power for the monitor and the screens went blank. She was flushed with embarrassment. The people on the monitors were not laughing with the men in the base.

"Do not fail us like this again." The center monitor said, then all the screens went black.

All the men continued to howl and laugh at Sombra and her knuckles turned white with rage boiling inside her. The greatest hacker on earth had been trolled in the ultimate fashion.

End of this chapter. Tell me how I did. And if you enjoyed this ScoutXTracer romance so far. See you all next week.