The explosions got louder and louder as the team descended down the building. Finally they reached the floor they wanted to. It was a regular office room for the staff of the tower, responsible for communications, and all kinds of different tasks. They found a few people inside but most had tried to run for the exit and were probably dead. Katya was in the center with Zarya in the rear, while heavy took the front. Sniper was in front of Zayra and behind Katya. Tobjorn was in front of Katya and Behind heavy. Meanwhile Sp had already gone down to the lower floors to Scout things out.

Torbjorn set up his turrets behind two wall on the sides of the elevator, there were two in total. He then set up another two like the first but this time by the emergency exit. Spy instructed him that the turrets were best used if the element of surprise was put into effect. Spy was using the same strategy that killed so many of the blue team so many times. Heavy hid behind an office wall, not good for protection but good for surprise. Meanwhile Katya was given Spy's best watch, she was invisible and would remain that way unless she moved. At first she refused taking the watch calling it cowardly, but Spy reminded her of the situation and she put it on.

Sniper killed the lights in one of the lightboxes to get the element of surprise. Torbjorn handed him a pair of thermal goggles that he used when making some repairs on his machines. He used these when he needed to find the overheating coil or the power module that was getting a little too hot on his machines whenever they malfunctioned. A good thing about the goggles which he never really used in battle was that they could detect heat signatures, the reason why he never used them was because Omnics didn't have a heat signature like humans or his machines so they were harder to detect and therefore useless.

Sniper looked out the Window and noticed several Snipers on the roofs of the buildings, if he shot at one they would notice and he would be dead. They group stayed away from the windows, any attempt to jump out them and zipline across would be pointless. Spy came back with a report. They were coming up the emergency exit and the elevator, both exits cut off. They would have to fight their way down. Spy went back down and told the group that he would flank the talon soldiers. The first to come up would be those in the elevator and it would be in a few moments. Sniper went to the end of the wall opposite of the elevator. A few more seconds and the terrorist would be upon them.

5…4….3…2… Seconds seemed like minutes, Sniper held firm and didn't tremble, one moment of hesitation and he would be dead. Heavy turned the safety off on his gun and Zarya revved up her gun, it sparking with life. The bell to the door dinged and Sniper fired the first shot as the doors only just opened a crack. A soldiers head exploding instantly. The doors opened and all the soldiers opened fire in front of them. Sniper dodged to the side and the bullets just missed them. They walked carefully forward with their flashlights on. Nothing yet. The group separated in the office spaces and went in all different direction. One Soldier felt something squish on the floor. He looked down, the talon operative picked up what looked like a sandwich that he stepped on. Then a giant hand came bursting through a wall and grabbed onto him, the man's entire head being enveloped by the giants hand. He then felt the pressure and screamed, all the other Talon operatives rushed to the noise but they were too late. They found a corpse with his head completely crushed like a tin can despite his helmet next to a wall with a giant hole in it. They were terrified now, they were being hunted like sheep. They looked around and then heard a buzzing sound.

Bullets fired and pelted two more terrorists with bullets, their bodies turning to paste in seconds. The rest of the team fell back and fired in the direction. It was at a wall were several bullet holes had already been made. Behind they heard a laugh. "You are tiny Baby!" Then a man completely encased in red energy charged through the wall and used his mini gun to jam into the stomach of a man, it impaled him and he screamed. Heavy then fired the gun as it spun the man around and around throwing bits of his guts everywhere. He mowed down another three terrorists, only one remained.

After heavy had killed the first person with his bare hand he hid again and took a swig of Medics canteen which made him Ubercharged for only a few moments. He knew as soon as he was revealed he would be shot at so if he came out from his hiding spot he had to be able to resist the enemies bullets.

Currently heavy was still wiping out the opposing team, all of them were dead now and the other one was running away. He pressed on the elevator button furiously. He looked behind him and screamed at the giant man enveloped in glowing red, he fired his gun at him but the bullets just bounced of him, he emptied his magazine but the monster didn't stop. He pulled out his pistol now that his main gun was empty and started to fire his rounds, he emptied the magazine as well until he felt the click of the hammer on the gun hit nothing, he was completely out of bullets. Luckily the elevator door opened and he rushed inside. One of the terrorist soldiers was in there but he didn't care. He rushed inside and vigorously pressed on the close door button and the bottom floor button at the same time, the monster was getting closer. He sighed when the doors closed. But then the soldier next to him smiled and reached over pushing on the open door button.

"What the fuck are you doing." He asked terrified.

The man just smiled back at him and continued to hold onto the button. The man looked around and noticed that the sides of the elevator were covered with the bodies of Talon operatives, they all had clean back stabs and were dead, looking like they never suffered everything. The Talon soldier grabbed one of the guns from a man's corpse and pointed it at the soldier, but he was gone. The bell to the elevator door dinged. He looked at the side panel and noticed with terror that he was still on the same floor as the monster. The door opened and the giant hand reached in and tore the gun away from his arms breaking it completely, then the giant with his other hand grabbed the man's throat and squeezed snapping his neck killing him.

"That was a little dramatic sneaky man." Heavy said looking to the side.

Spy decloaked showing that he was still pressing the open-door button. "I was always the one for the dramatic."

Heavy let Spy out and then signaled for the rest of the team to follow. Zarya had already taken care of the emergency exit and killed as many as possible but more were coming up the stairs. Heavy signaled for spy to come over. "What happens now?" He asked.

"Stage two. Katya if you would come over here and uncloak." Spy signaled.

She uncloaked nearby and walked over trying to keep her eyes off of the corpses. "Excellent work. I admit you did not joke when you say you are professionals."

Spy nodded his appreciation and went to take on the second objective. They planned on splitting up, Heavy, Zarya, and Sniper would go through the front entrance and provide the distraction, while Spy, Katya, and Torbjorn went through the underground complex. There was a subway just below them with an emergency exit that way, the only people who knew were a select few and Katya was one of them should they need evacuation and their routes cut off.

Heavy signaled over to Torjorn and he climbed on the mans' shoulders. He opened the panel to the roof of the elevator and got up. Sniper was next, then Katya, then Zarya, finally she grasped Heavies hand and with the help of Torbjorn and Sniper managed to pull him up. Spy went into the elevator and pressed on the second floor button, the elevator closed and they went down.

"Torbjorn activate your turrets now, the men coming up the stairs should be there by now." Spy said.

Torbjorn nodded and pressed on the activation button attached to his wrist. They hear gun shots upstairs and screams, they knew that the enemy had fallen for the trap. Hopefully the people still in hiding inside the building would manage to make it out or be left alone but they kept their minds off it for now. The prime objective was still evacuating the chairman, everything else was optional. The elevator now stopped and heavy th rust open the third floor door while spy looked up at Torbjorn.

"Is it ready?" He asked.

The engineer nodded. "I may not be no explosives expert like your Demoman but I think I got it." Spy nodded. Torbjorn threw him down a makeshift bomb, it was a propane tank with several nails magnetically attached to the tank. The fuse was simple enough, all that had to be done was a small release of the gas from the tank and then a lighter attached to a timer would set it off. Causing a large explosion with hundreds of pieces of shrapnel and nail going in all directions, this would rip any normal person apart if they were too close. Spy suggested the idea and Torbjorn found the supplies in a bathroom sink, and a janitors closet, he couldn't find a lighter but Spy had a spare on him just in case. The timer was made from a digital cloak they found in an empty hotel room they broke into on the way down. It's amazing the things people just leave lying around, and the potential danger that these things can cause if put into the right hands.

Torbjorn handed Spy the makeship nail bomb and he took it, setting the timer on it for a few seconds. Making sure to time it appropriately to the response time of the elevator and when the doors opened, to add the final touch Spy took out his disguise device and put it next to the bomb, programming the bomb to look like one of the bodies just propped up a little. After setting the timer he pressed the first floor and was helped up by sniper. They then quickly went into the third floor area with the rest of the team. They looked down as the elevator descended. The doors opened and men flooded inside, including the main boss. It was the Reaper guy.

The men checked the bodies while the people looked over them and checked them for vitals. One of them shouted out, "Boss this guy in the middle feels weird." One of the soldier said. He was checking the out disguised bomb, not suspicious of anything. Reaper ignored the man, then he sniffed once, then twice. "I smell gas." He said. As almost if on que the bomb detonated, shards and nails implanted into all the men, making it like a gruesome scene from the Saw series. Blood painted the entire area, shredded intestines and flesh dripped from the walls. The nails coated the men completely, a mans face was ripped in half by the sharp mettle. It was a bloodbath.

They were just about to depart but Spy noticed something, black fog covered the torn apart floor of the elevator. Then the fog began to rise. It was Reaper and he was regenerating. Zarya noticed. "He will take time to recover and can be slowed down but is hard to kill, we must go." She said grabbing Spy's shoulder. The gentleman nodded and moved out with the rest of the team. By now most of Talon was dead, they would probably only encounter a few men they needed to kill. They ran to the emergency exit and noticed that the stairs above them were dripping blood. Torbjorns trap worked to perfection. They ran down the stairs to the main floor with little resistance, only a few Talon soldiers remained and they were killed off like flies by Heavy or Zarya.

The made it down to the first floor and saw Reaper at the front of the entrance, wisps of black smoke circled around him, he was still recovering. Heavy and Zarya took the front with sniper shooting a few rounds. The bullets pushed Reaper back but did not hold him at bay, bullets didn't hurt him, they just went through him and then his body regenerated. But what he didn't remember is that Zarya had a plasma cannon.

She smiled and shouted out. "Gravity surge!" She fired her ultimate and Reaper couldn't move, he couldn't even use wraith form to get him out of there. Zarya went ahead and shot her plasma charges continually at him, destroying and disintegrating the wraiths cells before they had the chance to regenerate. He was weakening. Then everything flew at him, all the chairs, some of the pieces of the men killed by the bomb, and other miscellaneous items throughout the lobby of the hotel. He couldn't be crushed because he was basically smoke but he couldn't move either. Then he saw within a crack of the trash and bodies pilling up on him he saw Zarya fire a charged shot at the heap of material with Reaper in the center being pulled in by the intense gravity.

The shot of plasma was enough to knock him back with a large explosion to boot. He crawled on all fours and reached for his weapons. "Who are you?" Heavy walked forward at this point and spoke. "We are men, and tough lady." He said including Zarya. "Now cry some more big baby." He said. He punch Reaper full on the face sending him flying backwards and out the door of the hotel, rolling down the stairs.

Talon outside had secured the area and managed to hold the police at bay but not for long. A few of their men and snipers were already shot down by Counter Terrorist and had to move back. Spy was surprised as the response time back in 1970 was usually allot longer, but then again this was the future. "Well it looks like the party has come pleasantly early," He said as he pulled out yet another cigarette.

Torbjorn looked at Spy. "That will kill you someday you know." He said. In response Spy looked at him smiling.

"If this happens to kill me before my job kills me then I will be a very lucky man indeed." Spy said chuckling.

Torbjorn shrugged, he understood the logic if only a little. Most people in Spy's carrier probably didn't get to see retirement age.

Reaper managed to retreat in wraith form and away from the fighting but his men were not so fortunate. Since the enemy snipers had the counter terrorist team to worry about they were no longer paying attention to the building. Sniper went forward with his rifle and picked them off one by one, using the heat goggles Torbjorn gave him to find them and take them out. At last all Snipers were down and the Counter Strike team managed to kill all the remaining Terrorists in the area. Katya adjusted her suite and went forward holding her arms up.

"The people behind me are my rescuers, please do not shoot." She said, signaling them for the men to put their weapons down. They did and grabbed Katya putting a blanket over her and rushing her in a rescue van. The rest of the team followed with Zarya in the lead. They all got into the van. It was quite large and heavily armored, it was large enough that everyone could fit in. Katya looked over at the three mercenaries and Torbjorn. "Thank you for saving me," She said grateful for their help. Everyone gave her a warm welcome except Heavy.

"Next time become strong so Misha and team do not have to save you." He said folding his arms.

She looked at the giant and smiled. "Maybe you are right, I admit I am weak in combative skill, but I am strong in spirit, I will try." Katya said continuing to smile.

Heavy nodded and pulled out another sandwich, meanwhile everyone wondered if he had an infinite supply or something of the sandwiches. Sniper sharpened his knife, Torbjorn adjusted his arm, and the rest of the team continued to do whatever to pass the time. Then the chairman looked over at them. "I want to team up with you, you can make an excellent task force to combat Talon and I am sure I could use your help in doing so."

Spy looked over at her. "You have already agreed to this, there is nothing more to discuss, what is important now is getting back to our base. Can we have a ride?" He asked twirling his butterfly knife.

Katya nodded and signaled the driver to call in a drop ship for them to use, the driver called in one a Katya's private jets and they would drop of the Chairman at the police department for questions. Then they would drop of Zarya and the rest of the group on the promise they would be available for a privateourt hearing about this recent terrorist attack. They agreed to this and then Katya was dropped of with her own personal squad for protection. They then drove off to the private airport that the plane was held at.

After a number of minutes in complete silence they were dropped off. They found the plane without issue and got onboard, it was a sleek white jet with advanced technology that could take off without a runway. Zarya could fly but just instructed the ship to fly on autopilot, Torbjorn entered in the coordinates. And the ship took off. The private jet was nice but no larger than a stander commercial airline. It had its own mini bar, two bedrooms, an office, and a seating area.

Heavy decided to take the office desk, plopping Sasha down next to the floor by the table for maintenance. He pulled out a gun cleaners kit and laid out the green pad across the desk and then started to disassemble Sasha. Zarya came over and paid particular interest to the careful detail and gentleness that Misha put into his gun. Not paying attention to Zayra Heavy muttered to himself, "I am heavy weapons guy, and this is my weapon, she weighs 150 kilograms and fires 200 custom round cartridges at 10,000 rounds per minute. It costs $400,000 dollars to fire this weapon for twelve seconds." Zarya looked at him, never had she heard of such an expensive weapon before.

He then chuckled to himself and continued to strip down his gun. The detail and pieces showed appropriate ratio of grease and cleanliness. No rust showed on the weapon or grime. He treated his gun preciously, like his baby or something. The gun itself was gigantic including the bullets. Most people couldn't even lift this type of weapon much less fire it because of the recoil, but this man did it with ease. Zarya looked at her own weapon and wondered if she could do anything to improve it and make it similar to Heavy's minigun, maybe a Plasma mini gun. She shrugged, she would have to think about the improvements with Torbjorn.

Spy was in one of the bedrooms reading one of the history books while having some wine he got from the bar. The book he was ready was a brief history of the past 100 years, at least he was doing something productive. Sniper was looking out the window while still sharpening his knife. Torbjorn was doing maintenance checks on the airplane itself making sure it worked to perfection. He also called the base, it was early morning at this point, they had spent the whole night on fighting, eating, negotiations, and more fighting. Pharah picked up the phone.

"Yes Torbjorn?" Pharah asked.

"Mission accomplished, we have Zarya as a teammate, and as a bonus we also have chairman Katya agreeing to fund us, help us out with missions, and give us missions." Torbjorn said beaming. He rarely smiled but he couldn't help himself, this mission was better than a perfectly wrapped Christmas present.

"That's fantastic. Winston left to pick up Tracer and Scout and should meat you guys back at the base. I'm tracking your plane and you are going allot faster than our jets our allowed to remain undercover, make sure before you reach the base to go less than supersonic okay. Anyway I can't wait to hear the report and I will see you when you get back." Pharah said through the communicator and then she hung up.

Torbjorn nodded and sat in the pilots chair, propping up his legs and getting ready to take a nap.

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Meanwhile on the Overwatch dropship that Winston Lena was beaming. She was so happy and surprised that Scout thought so far ahead. Sure she was offended that Scout pickpocketed her and he didn't tell her that he had the real one all this time, but she didn't mind. What mattered was the result. They didn't kill anyone that was in the underground base only leaving them with non lethal injures, after all they were people in the crossfire and not really enemies. They managed to make it out of the trap and betrayal A okay with Jeremy's help.

She would have to hold her promise of a date. He definitely earned it. She wondered if it would get a little TOO romantic. She blushed at this point trying not to think of what would happen. She knew he liked her based on his actions and his attention she gave to her. He was a cool guy she guessed, and above all he was sweet when the time called for it. She guessed she liked him if only a little, but maybe she could get to know him a little bit more if things worked out. She knew that she had free time on Saturday which was two days away as it was Thursday right now.

Currently he was being snuggled by her, leaning her head against his shoulder and pretending to be asleep. She was normally like this to the cute guys or girls that attracted her attention, especially when they had a personality that complimented or was like hers, Scouts personality was allot like hers, always teasing but being serious when necessary. She was goofy in serious situations like when Winston and her intercepted Widowmaker and Reaper at the museum of Overwatch. She never treated it seriously unless there was tragedy. Scout again was allot like her but with a hint of being more of a dick. She didn't mind that much anyway.

Scout interrupted her thoughts. "So did I do good or did I do amazing?"

She looked at him and smiled, "I think you did….ok." She said teasing him again.

His smile turned into a frown and she giggled. "Really, I did all this work and for what, and ok?"

"Nah luv, you did amazing." She said and gave him a peck on the cheek returning to her snuggling against his arm.

"So do I get a reward?" Scout asked getting cocky again.

"We are going on a date on Saturday aren't we?" She said.

"Yeah but that's so far away, you and I are not the patient type. What do you want to do now?" He asked groaning with impatience.

"Alright fine I will think of something when we get back to base!" She said exasperated. "Just let me have this moment."

Scout went silent respecting her but clearly trying to contain himself from making another cocky comment or insult. He really wanted to have the last word like he always did but he would let an exception pass if it meant she was happy. Winston looked back and chuckled. He was glad Tracer found a friend, while he was her best friend they couldn't spend much time hanging out together and playing games like chess or checkers, he always won but she enjoyed it nonetheless, the reason why they couldn't hang out like in the old days was because of the busy schedule they both had, he was always scheduling missions, checking up and making repairs on th e base. Anyway he hoped Scout could fill the gap that Emily left in Lena's heart.

Although the thing that he was most relieved about was that these people seemed to be trustworthy. He was still on guard though as they might have their own separate agenda, but he didn't need to worry. Before the group left for their missions at night he implanted small chips into the nape of the neck with the help of Mercy in each mercenary while they were asleep, these chips could only be activated by voice command and had no signal that a hacker could get at. The chip implanted would connect with the brain and once the phrase was spoke the brain would receive it through the ear and then send the signal down to the chip. The chip itself when activated would paralyzes the person, and if the phrase was said three times in quick succession then the chip would turn explosive and kill the mercenaries. He would of course never tell them about the chip and keep it secret. Mercy at first was hesitant and didn't like to the idea once she saw the reasoning.

The hours passed by in silence. Scout made the occasional comment or story. Tracer would listen with some interest, she would also talk about her own stories, she particularly enjoyed talking about the glory days of Overwatch like she always did but sometimes talked about Emily or the other teammates of Overwatch. The two would make a great pair if things continued, Winston hoped.

They were arriving at the base now. Upon arriving they noticed that the rest of the team had come back. Soldier was stood at attention like usual, Demoman was drinking away in a corner, and the rest of the team greeted them like usual. Sniper slapped scout on the back and was confronted by Spy.

"Hopefully you are no longer asking out that dial tone?" Spy asked giving him a pat on the back.

"Nah, I got a date, thanks for the advice Spy." Scout said scratching the back of his and smiling cheekily. He rarely got compliments from Spy, but when he did he couldn't help but feel proud for some reason.

Meanwhile Lena was being looked at my Mercy noticing the limp so she took the runner to the infirmary to get her checked out, the medic nodded to Scout thanking him for bringing Lena back safely. Scout was about to follow but decided against it, Spy did tell him not to come across as too desperate. They all got settled and had a nice lunch. Heavy even prepared his special sandwiches put together with Engi's bacon. Pyro also helped by adding that extra bit of crispiness. Everyone was settled and enjoying each others company.

After everyone was settled Engi got everyone's attention by whistling. He talked about the new upgrades to the facility. New security and turrets to boot. But the best thing that he had to present was another potential base location. Soon after the Russia mission was successful they got a message by one of Katya's agents. An old base that coincidentally Red team knew. It was the base Coldfront located in the colder upper areas of Russia. The constant ice and snow kept the place in pristine condition, with only a few damages that needed to be fixed. The Red team never got to go into the underground area only fighting on the first floor and surface against the Blu team but Engi knew that the base had many underground levels to it. Warehouse areas, nuclear missiles, shooting ranges, conference centers, and bunkers. The size was definitely suitable for the Red team and Overwatch to occupy. Not only that but Katya would keep the Overwatch operations under wraps as long as they remained covert.

So with that said the team decided on a vote wither or not to stay at their current residence, or go to this new location. All of the red team voted yes, while the majority of Overwatch voted yes as well. The exceptions being Torbjorn, Reinhard, and Genji, all bringing up reasonable points that this place was more secure and more hidden. Winston however explained that with this new base they could more easily receive missions with the open communication between their new ally in Russia, also they could go outside without the lethal dose of radiation which was a nice bonus. But the major reason was that it was extremely difficult to maintain a base like this in prime condition inside a radiation storm and cost allot of supplies and money.

With that said everyone got packed up and ready to go, it took a few hours. Hana took the longest preparing her mech for transport and her gaming systems. Everyone was going around being busy as a bee. Heavy and Zarya were helping to lift the heavy equipment while Scout and Lena ran back and forth heling out with the smaller things. Everyone pitched in except for Engi who was caught drinking a bear in his rancho relaxo. He was pulled out of his chair by Winston and sent back to work. Grumbling to himself he muttered, all righty then, and got back to helping.

In what seemed like not time at all everything was packed up. The Overwatch team had two dropships at their disposal and one jet that they got from Katya, they would return it on their trip to the Russian base Coldfront. Everyone on the Red team especially Misha was excited to visit one of their old bases. Winston did a final checkup with pharah and they took off from the base.

The groups sitting next to each other was as follows. Medic next to Mercy, Lena next to Jeremy, Pyro unfortunately next to Mei, Hana was sitting next to Scout as well playing on her portable gaming device, Heavy sat next to Zarya, Soldier next to Pharah, and so on and so forth, you can fit in the details. The group everyone was worried about was Pyro and Mei, concerned Pyro would try to set her on fire. But Mei summoned up her bravery and held out her freeze gun, she pointed it up in the air and fired, snowy flakes decorating the place and then evaporating instantly, Then she got out a pack of bubble mix and put into her gun, she fired once again and this time frozen bubbles came out as they rolled along the surface of the ship. Pyro was surprisingly happy this time at the little trick much to the relief of the rest of the team.

Mei asked Engi back at the base if there was any way to break the ice with pyro (pun intended ;) Engi told her that Pyro like cool spectacles or tricks, he was allot like a kid really that just had an obsession with fire. Mei then worked with her skills to figure out how she could make a cool trick and after a few tests and trials she had come up with the neat spectacle that she showed on the dropship on the way to Coldfront.

Meanwhile Lena and Scout were chatting up a storm. Lena always enjoyed classics and to be truthful was surprised that Scout knew the song singing in the rain. So she decided to quiz him to see if he had as much movie knowledge as her, referencing classical movies from 1970 or before that she enjoyed watching as a kid or during her movie nights with Emily. The first was easy which was Mary Poppins Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, then she continued to increase the difficulty from there. Scout was having the time of his life with Lena, she was so fun and bubbly and the two were really having a good time. Somewhere along the way he even wondered if he should remain faithful to Miss Pauling, or if he should try and make this TracerxScout happen some more. Reasoning to himself Miss Pauling was probably, and sadly dead, so it's not like he was cheating on her to begin with. After a few more moments he decided he would continue his efforts toward Lena and see if she returned the feelings.

The entire Red team was getting more and more accustomed to their new friends and teammates, hopefully everything would work out for the better.