MISSION 7: Gramps - Part 1
"He devoted everything he was to Overwatch. He was our moral compass. Our inspiration. Our friend."
It's been quite some time since my good friend Jack left us. If not for him, the world wouldn't be at peace like today. As I was nearing the local park, I looked up at the great, big statue of my friend and master, Balderich von Adler. Ahh, you old man. Maybe it was you who influenced Jack into doing what he did back then? Impossible. You two have never even met! But now that I think about it.. you two were always so much alike. Selfless; always thinking about the welfare of others. A true leader and inspiration. It was truly an honor to have met you both in my lifetime.
I walked over to the nearby bench by the lake and took a seat, taking out a little brown bag filled with bread inside. I started ripping apart little pieces of the bread and throwing it into the water. Minutes later, I start seeing flocks of ducks swimming over to eat the bread. It fills me with delight to see the ducks seemingly enjoying themselves over the bread. With a world at peace like this, I feel at ease. After all, it was Jack's sacrifice that brought this new era of peace; an era where finally man and omnic can live and interact with each other freely. No wars, no hate.. So this is the world peace that so many people have been dreaming of.
I hope Jack is out there looking at this world. I hope that he is happy to see what his efforts bore. I tore the last piece of bread and threw away the brown bag in a trash bin nearby as I got up from my seat. I've done my daily weightlifting at home already and now I do feel quite hungry. Protein shakes really aren't enough to sate my hunger so early in the morning. And so I head in deeper into the park and onto the local square. There was a fountain right in the center and there were benches all around. I see several other people going about their business. This is the area in the park where you can find food stalls; just what I was looking for. I walk up to a nearby stall; one I almost always go to every morning because the food here is just that good!
"Ahh, my good man! What do you have available for me this morning?" I ask the man behind the counter. "Ooh! G'day, mister Reinhardt!" the man replied. It was the owner of the stall, Jamison Fawkes. I've come to know him from buying from his stall all the time. He's quite an eccentric young fellow. "I've got yer usuals and some new stuff available today! How's about I let ya try my new stuff? On me, for a regular customer like you!" "How very kind of you, James! Let' see what this new item of yours is!"
"Ho ho you, my good sir, are gonna love this. It's my new, EXTRA Spicy, Double stuffed chicken burrito! Your head is gonna BLOW UP with the spiciness. It's great! Lemme get you one right now!"
"Ooh! That sounds delightful. Let me have a bite then." I bring up the burrito to my mouth and take a nice big bite. Just like he said, it was incredibly spicy, and incredibly tasty! "You've done it again, my boy! Get me my usual AND one more of these spicy burritos to go."
"Righty-o, mister Reinhardt! A chili cheesedog with EXTRA chili with special hot sauce on the side and an extra large egg custard milk tea, right?"
"Right on the nose! That's exactly what I want."
"Got it! It'll be ready in jus' a couple of minutes!"
I got and paid for what I ordered minutes later, and I bid James farewell as I head home. What I usually do is eat all what I bought by the couch; either while watching a movie or listening to some Hasselhoff. It was as normal of a day as it could be for me. Until..
"Help! Those two stole my bag! Somebody!" I hear a woman scream. Two masked figures hurriedly ran off in my direction with the woman's bag slung to one of them. Ah! This is exactly what I, Reinhardt, a crusader of justice, live for! I took out the hot sauce from my food and threw it at one of the figures, aiming straight for the eyes.
"My eyes! What is this?! Hotsauce!? It's burning!"
Bullseye! I took him and used his clothes to tie his hands to a nearby lamp post.
Now for the other one. That other one had the bag with him. With all my might, I chased after him. He was a fast one, but I was slowly catching up with him. The figure then started to throw aside benches and trash bins to try and slow me down, which worked but not as much as he would of liked. "Tch. Annoying old man." I hear him say. He then took out a small canister from under his coat and threw it to the ground behind him and then started running off once more. The canister leaked out a black liquid.
I paid not much attention to this, which proved to be my own undoing. It turned out to be oil, and I came slipping and sliding the moment my foot came in contact with it. Luckily, I was able to get a hold of my footing, but the figure was much too far away now. I can still catch up! I then started running on the grass, as the oil was still sticking to the bottom of my shoes. I can still see him, and I was gaining speed. I was about to catch up to him until I saw him getting tackled by someone to the ground.
The one who tackled him had gray hair, and wore a plain gray shirt and shorts. There were several scars on his face too. Wait a minute..
"That's enough of that, young man." I hear him say to the figure as he took the bag from him, pinning him to the ground. "Don't worry. The police will be here shortly."
I couldn't believe my eyes! It was such a joyous moment!
"Jack! Jack Morrison you old dog!"
A/N: Sorry it took so long! Was busy and then I got sick for a bit so I couldn't write. I decided to go for a first-person POV for this one, just for a change of pace. It'll be back to third-person in the next few chapters. Grampa Rein has finally arrived and an appearance for Junkrat the local food vendor! Look forward to part 2 soon! Leave a review and tell me what you all think :)
