I had to wait a while before uploading this chapter, or it'll not appear to have updated. Apparently FanFiction marks it as spam if you update too quickly within a 24 hour period and it won't show the story updated. So for example I updated a chapter 21 hours ago. If I uploaded a new chapter, it'll still say I updated it 21 hours ago because it's marked as spam.

I found this out yesterday, so if you guys got confused you might want to check out the previous chapter before reading this one.

"You're back...Did you complete your mission?" An omnic wearing a dark hood watched as Desmond entered the dark office (Imagine Ultron wearing a cloak with a hood)

Desmond sat back on the soft office chair facing his boss. With a expressionless face Desmond looked at the dark figure.

"No"

His boss sighed and stood up then walked toward the large glass window behind him. He put him hand behind his back.

"Why not? This could tarnish our reputation of having the most effective assassins in the world"

Desmond crossed his arms and glanced towards the paintings hanging on wall

"It was an Overwatch trap. They set up the hit to I guess try and capture me" His boss turned his head sideways to look at him

"Capture you?"

Desmond nodded before throwing his backpack on the boss's desk

"They found out about my Phantom tech" The boss turned back and looked at the backpack then faced Desmond

"We'll make a smaller version for you. Did they tell you anything?"

Desmond closed his eyes and paused. The boss sat back on his chair and waited with his hands on the desk. Desmond slowly opened his eyes and glared at his boss

"Who am I? Who is Desmond Riley?"

The boss looked at him. They glared each other down before the boss opened his drawer and pulled out a file. It had a big red Classified stamp on the front and had sub text which read

'Project Ghost'

He slid it on his desk before placing his hand back on the desk. Desmond leaned forward and took the file, he pulled it towards him and stared at the cover.

"Sooner or later you were going to learn the truth. Might as show you who you truly are" Desmond didn't look back up at his boss and he slowly opened the folder.

The first thing he saw was a picture of a woman and two younger boys next to her. Behind them was a large husky man. They all had big smiles attached to their faces.

His boss walked behind him and looked down at the picture

"That is your family. The woman is your mother and the man behind her is your father. The boy on your mother's left is your older brother, Sam. You are the boy on the right"

Desmond scanned the picture before taking it off the folder and holding forward. This picture triggered those feelings again. It was in his chest, in his stomach it felt good. It felt peaceful.

"Where are they?" The boss sighed and walked back towards his desk. Desmond furrowed his brow before standing up causing the folder and the files along with it to fall down.

"WHERE ARE THEY!" The boss kept a calm expression on his robotic face and motioned Desmond to sit back down. Hesitantly Desmond sat back down and returned to his expressionless and cold face.

"Do you really want to know?" Desmond nodded. "Your mother is dead. Your father recently died. The only one alive is your brother"

Desmond stood up and stuffed the picture in his pocket

"I know what you're thinking. You want to go see you only family left. You can't"

Desmond looked at him "Why not?"

"He's Overwatch"

Desmond looked down and balled his fists.

"Why does it matter if he's Overwatch. He's my only family left"

The boss's optics narrowed at him

"Why do you care? We made you so you shouldn't care"

Desmond glared at him "You didn't make me, all you did was try to brainwash me"

"No. We saved you"

"What?"

"We. Talon. Saved you"

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

The boss stood up and walked towards the glass window and looked out again.

"Overwatch is nothing but reckless idiots that endanger lives around them " He turned his head towards Desmond "They are an evil organization that do nothing but destroy cities. When questioned they just say it was to protect others. The world believed them. They portrayed them as heroes. When we stepped in to show the world what Overwatch truly is, they labeled us as terrorists"

"What does that have to do with me" Desmond sat back down and crossed his arms.

"Overwatch were the ones that killed you mother" Desmond paused and looked at him, processing what his boss just told him. "You can't trust anyone in Overwatch, including your brother"

"..." The boss turned to face Desmond

"Sam...Your brother tried to kill you in the past. He killed you father in fact" Hearing this made something boil inside Desmond. He felt angry. He felt furious. He felt extremely livid. Desmond clenched his fists.

"If you ever see an Overwatch agent. Make sure you bring justice to your parents deaths" Desmond didn't reply. The boss placed a device on the desk and it projected a city. It looked familiar. Desmond stared at it and then looked at his boss.

"What's this?"

"This is you next mission" Desmond stood up and crossed his arms and began to study the hologram while his boss continued to speak "As you know, Talon was able to confiscate Katya's arsenal of mechs. To be truthful we weren't after the mechs, we had them destroyed as soon as our forces reached them"

"Then why did you take Volskaya Industries?"

His boss opened another hologram and pressed it. The projection of the city turned into a projection of a giant mech.

"Our goal was this. The Titan. It is the largest mech Katya and her company has ever built."

"Am I supposed to be amazed? I can easily take it down" His boss chuckled

"Can you take it down without your little toy" He motioned at his backpack containing the Phantom tech. Desmond shook his head "This is will help us in destroying Overwatch for good."

"I get it. You want to destroy Overwatch. What does this have to do with that city? Is Overwatch stationed there?"

"No. Unfortunately. That city is Los Angeles. Your home state to be precise"

"That's why it looked familiar. What are we going to do there?"

"Simple. We destroy that stupid Overwatch museum and try to catch there attention. You will cover the mech, not that it needs it but we need to be sure. While this is all happening, Overwatch, if they come that is, should send most of its troops to L.A. and leave their base with low security. Sombra was able to locate their base but it was way too heavily guarded for a frontal assault "

"I see. While the other is somewhere else, we'll be attacking the coop"

"Precisely. There is tech that we want and we don't want Overwatch to have"

Desmond nodded in understanding "Who's joining me?"

"Solo on this. Sombra will be inside the giant mech with other agents And Reaper will lead the raid on their base. We have the mech ready to be deployed in the ocean, they're just waiting for you" Desmond nodded and grabbed his backpack.

"Oh and Ghost" Desmond turned to look at his boss "If Overwatch does show...Don't hesitate"

Desmond began to walk towards the door

"I won't"

The Overwatch team was currently on a dropship quickly heading towards the city of L.A.

"So your sayin' a huge robot thing just climbed out the water and started to attack the city?" McCree said

Winston sighed and nodded "Yes. For the last time yes! This is serious McCree, this isn't like any other omnic we've seen before. We can't confirm if it's Talon but I have a hunch it is. That's why I brought everyone"

The dropships, upgraded by Winston himself, were fast enough to travel quickly around the world and arrive in just hours. They don't compare to the Slipstream but they were fast.

He had left fifty soldiers in Gibralter and sent six dropships full of Nellis soldiers and Overwatch agents. In the dropship with him was McCree, Soldier: 76, Sam and Tracer.

Sam turned to look at Winston "Do you know if our new friend, Ghost, will be there? Been itching to shoot the motherfucker" Winston looked at 76, McCree and Tracer who all shrugged at him, 76 not even responding. Winston looked back at Sam

"We don't know. Like I said, we don't know if this is Talon's doing but if it is...Don't try to engage him. That goes for all of you" Winston looked at the others when he said the last part. They all nodded.

They arrived in LA and opened the rear ramp as they flew over.

"What in the hell is that thing!" Sam aimed the dropship turret at a gigantic robot walking over a small building.

"Wait! Don't fire! It might attack us!" Winston held Sam's shoulder back. The man looked at the gorilla as if he was crazy

"I don't know if you see but there is A FUCKING ROBOT STOMPING A HOUSE!"

"I know! But what use are we if it shoots our dropship down" Sam opened his mouth to retort but closed it back and turned

"Fine"

Soldier: 76 activated his communicator

"All dropships, we're landing at Los Angeles International Airport, the UN has revoked the Petras Act temporarily while we deal with the giant omnic. Ground vehicles and fighter jets will be present in the battlefield, so watch your fire"

As 76 made the call, Tracer watched as the giant omnic destroyed national guard vehicles and buildings.

McCree walked next to her and watched the destruction below unfold.

"Think he'll be here?"

Tracer glanced at him before turning her gaze back towards the giant omnic

"I know he'll be here...He's got hell to pay after this" McCree raised a brow at the unusually serious Brit.

"What make you think he won't kill you...The dude already murdered two of the biggest names out there" She froze and looked down. McCree sighed and placed a cigar in his mouth and lit it. He watched as the omnic approached a very familiar building.

"Hey...Ain't that the Overwatch museum?"

"Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me. Search your heart, search your soul, and when you find me there you'll search no more. Don't tell me it's not worth trying for. You can't tell me it's not worth dying for. You know it's true. Everything I do. I do it for you"

"In your feelings there, fantasma?"

Desmond watched out of his old apartment as the omnic began to demolish the Overwatch museum. He sipped on his mug of coffee before reaching up to his communicator.

"Shut up and work"

"Aanndd your back...Already on it boss"

The speaker shook as the song continued to play. US national guard helicopters shook the building as they passed overhead. He looked up and saw that Overwatch dropships arrived. On dropship landed across the street from where he was.

"Look into your heart you will find there's nothin' there to hide. Take me as I am, take my life.
I would give it all, I would sacrifice. Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more. You know it's true. Everything I do, I do it for you, oh, yeah."

He sipped his in his mug. He put his feet up on the coffee table and laid back. Some of the dirt on his boots fell onto the coffee table. He heard footsteps coming from the outside of the door. They echoes loudly in the hall outside of his apartment door.

"Yeah, I would fight for you, I'd lie for you, walk the wire for you, yeah, I'd die for you."

'Sam said his apartment should be somewhere here... It'll provide a good vantage point and safe house' He heard deep voice say.

'Found it! Here! #416' He grabbed his pistol off the coffee table and continued to watch the omnic destroy the Overwatch museum. He pointed his pistol at the door as the knob began to shake.

'Got it!'

"You can't tell me it's not worth dying for I'll be there. I'd walk the fire for you. I'd die for you. Oh, yeah. I'm going all the time, all the way."

As soon as the door opened, Desmond pulled the trigger of the gun and he heard a body fall.

"Red!" There was a moment of panic before a grenade was thrown into the room.

Desmond watched it roll onto the couch next to him.

It didn't explode.

"This is Razor 1! Red's dead! We got a man down!"

Desmond took the grenade and inspected it. The pin wasn't even pulled. It was also old. Like very old. Desmond threw it back out.

"SHIT! Grenade!" Desmond stood up and cloaked. He walked outside to see three guys on the floor. One was dead, a bullet hole on the head. He uncloaked and the three other soldiers looked at him. They froze. One reached for his radio.

"THE GHOST! HE'S HE-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as a bullet went through is head. The last two guys panicked and started shooting at Desmond. He shook his head and pulled out his diffusion grenade. He dropped it on the soldiers before walking back inside his apartment and closing the door.

He heard the two soldiers screams as they were disintegrated by the intense amount of radiation cause by the fusion grenade. Soon silence, apart from the explosions and gunfire from the distant battle, reigned his apartment.

"THE GHOST! HE'S HE-*Static*"

Tracer widened her eyes and looked at Winston "He's here!" Winston snapped his head up and looked back at her

"Where?" Tracer blinked next to the pilot.

"Could ya trace the past call out?" The pilot opened a terminal and pressed on a few indicators before looking back at her

"S Fuller, Ave. Beverly Hills. You want me to change course?"

"Yes! Please!" The pilot nodded and changed the direction they were flying in.

Soldier: 76 looked at her "Where are we going?"

Tracer blinked next to him "Ghost is here" He nodded.

Winston approached them "I'll drop you off Lena... The rest of us will go into the main battle. The National Guard needs our assistance" Tracer nodded and exhaled.

She was about to meet her ex-best friend forever. Two things can happen. She gets lucky and escapes or he kills her but, either way. She going to try to bring Sasuke back. I mean Desmond back.

"Need my help?" She turned and faced Sam. She smiled and shook her head

"I've got it under control" Sam looked at her skeptically.

"Whatever you say" The dropship began to descend and soon it rocked as it reached the ground. The rear ramp opened and she stepped out. After she was out, the dropship flew away leaving her alone.

She felt chills as she looked around to find nothing in the streets. Only abandoned cars and empty homes. The gunfire from the distant battle could be heard but other than that. It was silent. Ghostly silent. I'll stop.

She walked towards the building where the last transmission came from before it went dead.

She approached the door to the apartment building to find it open. She took out her pulse pistols and slowly made her way up towards the second floor. When she reached the objective floor level she to cover behind the corner.

She peeked and saw four bodies near a door.

She gasped and ran towards the dead bodies. Her heart sank when she spotted someone familiar.

"Red" She crouched down and closed her friends open eyes. Tears fought to break out but she held them in. She looked at the other bodies and also recognized one of them.

She knew him when he asked if she could introduce herself to his kids and wife. They were ecstatic when they met her and after that they became friends. She tightly closed her eyes keeping the tears in.

She clenched her fists and looked up with an angry expression. She scanned the closed door before standing up.

"you monster" She whispered and broke the door down. She started to fire inside, catching Desmond, who was in a call with Sombra. He cursed and reached for his pistol only for it to be shot away

"YOU MONSTER!" Desmond flinched slightly.

'The fuck was that' He then realized he didn't have his phantom tech equipped. He looked at it and saw it was on the coffee table. He didn't expect more visitors so he took it off.

Tracer reloaded, shot, reloaded and repeated the process. Desmond sat behind the cover of his couch, how none of the bullets pierce the fabric and hit him he did not know but, he didn't care. There was an angry British person shooting at him.

He began to realize the pattern and waited for her to reload.

She stopped shooting. Desmond got up and ran for the pistol.

Desmond saw her smirk

'Shit'

She fired a shot and hit him right in the stomach. He dropped to the floor and groaned at the new feeling. Pain. Tracer blinked next to him and kicked him on the wound causing him to yell in pain.

Why did this hurt so much.

Tracer placed a foot on his wound, threatening to press down if he tried anything. She reached for her communicator

"Guys...I've injured Ghost. He's ready for capture" There was silence on the comms.

"Are you being for real?"

"YES! Hurry up and get me a dropship!"

"Lucio, get a team and get to her location"

"On it! Hold on Lena, we comin' soon!"

"Thanks guys" She smiled before looking back down at Desmond.

He was groaning like a stupid injured puppy.

"Not so fun when you get shot at now huh" She slightly pressed down on the wound causing him to wince. Desmond growled in anger and grabbed her foot. She tried to press down but to no avail.

"What the?" He began to grip her foot harder. She fell down and began to yell in pain. "S-Stop!" He smirked as he felt her foot begin to crack

"Please!"

Desmond's eyes widened and he let go of her. He stood up and watched her roll and grip her foot. As she touched it, she winced.

"o-ow" She whispered. She looked at Desmond, eyes now rid of confidence and now full of fear "why do you do this?"

"What? Break your foot?" She glared at him

"Is this just a joke to you? Are these people nothing but toys to you? Is this who you truly are Desmond?" He froze at the name again. He shook his head and grabbed her arm

"Let me go you wanka!" He groaned as he picked her up. She thrashed to try to get off his hold. He grunted and dropped her on his couch.

"Hold still" He gripped her foot and quickly twisted it. It didn't look weird now but, she still yelped in pain. He grabbed his Phantom tech and then walked to his pistol.

'ugh' He placed a hand on his gut as he bent down to pick up his pistol. Tracer saw that her pulse pistols were still on the floor. She didn't try to pick it up knowing it would be useless now that he had his Phantom tech back on.

He groaned as he sat on the other side of the couch. He grabbed his mug of coffee and continued to watch the destruction. Tracer watched also but in concern for her teammates and friends.

"It's funny isn't it" She turned to Desmond who now was looking at his mug as he twirled it causing the coffee inside to ripple.

"Wha'? That my friends are being attacked by that thing? They're your friends too!"

Desmond stopped swirling the mug and looked at her "I don't have friends. Especially not in Overwatch. Not after what they've done"

Tracer looked a him confusingly "What do you mean?"

Desmond didn't respond and continued to watch the mech destroy the city. Soon a dropship flew over and landed on the roof.

Tracer got up and ran to the door.

"Oh and Tracer" She turned around to see Desmond pointing his pistol at her "Have a goodnight"

He pulled the trigger and she fell backwards as it hit her Chronal Accelerator. He shot her one more time in the stomach causing her to yell in pain.

"Lena!" Lucio ran down and kneeled down next to her. He looked at Desmond, who now had his mask and hood on.

"Ghost!" Desmond jumped out his window and shot his hook towards the roof. He propelled upwards and was sent to the roof.

He landed on the cockpit windshield. The pilot yelled and reached for his gun but it was too late. Desmond pumped him with lead.

Desmond then broke the windshield and jumped into the pilot's seat after moving the dead pilot's body. He powered up the engines and started to fly away.

He heard the Overwatch communications radio come to life

"This is Lucio, Lena's down! I repeat Lena's down, she's critically wounded! Red and his squad are all dead, my dropship pilot was just killed and Ghost took the dropship! I need some help here!"

"Got it! Mercy and 76 are on their way, hold on Lucio!"

"Winston! Oh thank goodness!"

"Lucio, this is McCree do you know where Ghost went?"

"No I jus-"

Desmond switched the comms off and focused on flying. He turned his own communicator on.

"Sombra. We're done here. Blow the mech up"

"I was just having fun, oh well. Come pick me up, fantasma"

Desmond turned the dropship towards the the mech.

Winston watched as the mech suddenly shut down and leaned forward.

"It stopped!"

He turned his head to see a dropship hover near the head of the omnic.

"This is no omnic...It's a mech!" A figure exited the mech and entered the dropship. The dropship then flew away as the mech's core started to glow red.

"EVERYBODY BACK AWAY, IT'S GOING TO BLOW!"

It's a wrap. Got nothing to report.