It was a windy and peaceful night in Gibralter. Most of the soldiers were sleeping in their quarters aside from Winston who usually stays up. The only agents on base was Winston and McCree, the rest had gone to a meeting with the UN to discuss terms on supplies.
Sam leaned on the railing overlooking the ocean and breathed in the cold air.
When he exhaled, mist came out of his mouth. It had been a whole week since his brother came back from the dead. He has yet to speak with him but he knew the time would come soon. Really soon.
"Sam..."
Sam turned his head to his left to see Desmond leaning on the wall behind him. Half his torso was covered in darkness, only his legs were visible. Sam turned his body and looked at his brother.
"Desmond..."
The two brothers did not move. Desmond exhaled, mist coming out of his mouth. He stepped into the moonlight and leaned on the railing next to Sam. Sam looked at him then turned around and leaned on the railing.
They kept a tense silence around each other while Sam tries to find a topic to talk about. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Desmond.
"Why'd you kill our father" Desmond said, his voice monotone. He kept his gaze fixated on the ocean below him. Sam cocked his head back
"What?"
Desmond sighed and turned to his brother "Talon...My boss told me that you, along with Overwatch, killed our father"
Sam gritted his teeth. All the lies they had fed his little brother made him angry "Desmond, don't be so stupid. Talon has lied to you! Our father died of old age. He died thinking you were dead and you come back and accuse the very organization no accuse me of killing him? Open your eyes...Everything Talon told you was a lie"
Desmond closed his eyes and turned his head towards the sea "Lies...Maybe...But I owe Talon for saving me, so if an order ever comes that I need to kill you...Don't think our blood relations will save you"
Sam chuckled "Please, I'm your older brother...You can't do shit"
Desmond shook his head and kept quiet. Sam felt the air around them lighten a bit causing him to smile and lean back onto the railing "I heard you filled in for a Nellis soldier yesterday? Was that true?"
"He had a sick son...I had nothing better to do anyway"
Sam smirked at him "Really? I thought you were going to fix the Slipstream?"
Desmond growled in annoyance "I was...Then I had something to do something"
Sam laughed and patted Desmond "Sure, sure whatever"
It was silent for a few moments while the brothers looked at the dark and glistening sea below them until Sam had decided to speak. He looked at his brother and smiled
"Hey, you remember high school when you got into that fight with the senior? Your were a freshman I think?"
Desmond scoffed "No. I don't"
"C'moon I know you remember your ass beating" Sam playfully punched him on the arm
"No. Talon erased my memories"
"If Talon erased you memories, you wouldn't know me, c'moonnn I know you remember!"
"*tsk* Fine. I do, you stepped in and helped me so what" Sam smirked and looked back at the sea
"Nothing...It just means you're not gone"
Desmond began to think about his words.
'It just means you're not gone'
Had he really been in Overwatch? Was he truly a hero?...Had Talon been lying to him?
Desmond raised his left hand and looked at his bionic hand. He closed his fist and opened it.
Sam stared at his hand before speaking
"I never asked...How'd you get that? Was it from the explosion?"
Desmond looked at him and nodded "Talon amputated my old hand and replaced it with this new one... It's much more stronger and can easily break bones"
Sam shook his head "Life's not just about fighting you know...You have to experience life to the fullest and in our line of work, today could be our last day"
Desmond looked at him quizzically "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that maybe after this whole Talon mess, when Overwatch disbands again, you should get a wife and raise a family. You're not going to be in war forever" Sam said as he looked at the ocean.
Desmond looked back and though about his words. He still has a mission to carry out. For Talon. For himself. Yet these feelings kept getting in the way. The feelings he gets when he stares at the enemy's dead and pale faces. The feelings he gets when the agents look at him with hope.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his personal terminal beeped. Sam looked at him curiously
"Someone calling?" Desmond nodded and raised his left arm and opened the mini terminal.
"Sombra?"
Sam looked at the ID "Who's Sombra"
"My partner" He accepted the call
"Fantasma?"
"What do you want"
"Okay listen, we don't have much time left, the boss is dead, Reaper is coming to you with a whole battalion of Talon agents!"
"What? What about the mission?"
"Forget the mission! Reaper is coming to KILL YOU!"
"What?" Sam said "I'm going to inform Winston!" He ran inside.
"Listen, i'm going to do whatever I can to help, boss. When this is over, meet me in Dorado. I want to talk with you"
"Sombra, why is the boss dead? Who killed him?"
"We have new players in the game! He doesn- *BANG* *BANG* mierda! (shit) I gotta go, boss. I'll see you in do-*Static*"
Desmond cursed and scanned the horizon. There were no Talon dropship in sight. He fast walked inside and headed towards Winston's lab where he had kept his gear.
The once quiet Watchpoint had became a yelling fest as soldiers scrambled around the base. Winston had set off an alarm to alert the soldiers, they had begun to board wounded on dropships to transport them to a safer place and other soldiers had began to arm themselves and set up their guns for the attack.
"Are you sure you don't want me to call the others? A battalion is a lot. There's only around a hundred men here" Sam asked Winston as they walked through the base helping soldiers get ready for the upcoming attack. Desmond, who was know in full gear holding his helmet, followed close behind with McCree
"Yes... This UN deal is very important, I'm sure we can handle an attack or at least hold out until the others get here" Winston says as he handed a shield to a pair of soldiers
"Are ya sure, partner? Reaper is with them. This could get really ugly" McCree says as he looks at the soldiers passing by.
"Yes...For the last time. We can handle this"
Sam sighs "I got a bad feeling about this" Winston sighed and turned
"Sam, McCree, we can take them. Now the better question is, why are they going to kill one of their own" He said looking at Desmond.
Desmond narrows his eyes at the horizon "I don't know that myself. One way or another, I'll find the answers"
"Okay...Another question. Are you going to help?" Desmond looked at his brother. It took a moment but he nodded. Winston smiled.
"Great! We could always use another hand" A soldier approached them.
"Sirs!" He quickly saluted
"At ease. Need something?"
"Sir, we have no more dropships. All the wounded have been evacuated but there won't be anymore for us to escape"
Sam stepped forward and put a hand on the soldier's shoulder
"We won't be retreating"
The soldier stiffened. They moved on forward leaving the soldier who stood frozen.
First there was one. Then four. Now over a hundred.
One hundred dropships. All Talon. All filled with soldiers with the intent to kill.
McCree exhaled a shaky breath before turning to Sam.
"My god...There's so many"
Winston placed a hand on his shoulder and turned to look at the soldiers behind them. Some shook in fear, some had begun to cry. They knew they had to fight. It wasn't a choice, there was no way out.
Sam climbed up on a rock and pointed his pistol into the sky.
*BANG*
All the attention was on him now.
"Listen up! Talon is coming. There's nothing changing that. What we CAN change is the outcome of the battle. They may out number us 10 to 1 but we have an advantage. Those motherfuckers are in flying metal targets. You want to live? You want to go home to your family? Then FIGHT! Fight so you can live another day! Fight so you can see your wives, your fathers, mothers! Fight so you can go home!There's no such thing as rank in the battlefield, only the soldier next to you! WE'RE ALL SOLDIERS NOW! WE'RE ALL EQUALS FIGHTING TO LIVE!"
This gave the soldiers a moral boost as they cheered and readied their weapons. Sam smiled and jumped down.
"That was a hell of a speech. You sure you only a Captain?" Desmond says as he puts his helmet on. Sam looks at the Talon dropships approached. The sun had begun to rise.
"In my book. Experience outranks everything"
"Not today...The strong outrank everything" Desmond readied his sniper and aimed at a dropship.
*BANG*
The high caliber bullet entered the dropship's intake and blew the engine. It began to crash with black smoke coming from it.
"AIM FOR THE INTAKES!" Winston yelled. Soon the air was filled with bullets from the Anti-Air guns on the Overwatch along with shots from the soldiers. The hundred dropships was cut down to ninety and soon it became eighty.
It wasn't enough. Several Talon dropships managed to land and began their assault.
Desmond tackled a Talon agent and shot him with his pistol. Dropping his sniper, he pulled out two twin pistols.
"I'll go secure the left flank! McCree come with me!" Desmond yells as he took cover. McCree leaned up and fired six shots, all of which took out six Talon agents.
"I heard ya loud n' clear, partner" Desmond nodded. He performed a scan on the area and the hidden Talon agents showed up.
"Follow me!" Desmond activated his Phantom Tech and ran towards where the agents were hiding. Some shot at him but his bullets only went through.
"Damn it partner! I can't do that!" McCree yells as he takes cover.
"Then stay behind cover until I clear this out!" Desmond takes out the agents behind cover. As he finished off the last agent, more came from dropships. He aimed his pistols at the soldiers but was knocked back.
"What the?" He sits up to see Reaper. Desmond looks at McCree who was busy with the Talon agents pouring out of the dropships.
"Get up" Reaper taunted aiming his shotguns at him. Desmond grunted and stood up. Reaper shot his shotguns as Desmond quickly turned invulnerable. Reaper smirked inside his mask and threw a punch at Desmond.
It connect.
"What the hell?" Desmond felt chest. Reaper chuckled and held up his fist. It was glowing blue.
"The new Talon leader has made sure your tech won't be a problem. You're no longer invincible, Ghost. You can die. Just like the rest!" Mist began to surround him. Reaper chuckled and began to shoot his shotguns. Desmond cursed and ran into cover.
More and more Talon soldiers had begun to press forwards. Winston sent the order.
"FALL BACK! THERE'S TOO MANY!" Many soldier started to run back to the hangar, where they'll make the final stand.
"Let's go part-UGH!" As McCree was about to run back he was shot on the chest. Desmond stood up and started to fire at the approaching Talon agents.
*BANG* *BANG* *CLICK* *CLICK*
He had ran out of ammo.
"Shit!" He grabbed McCree and carried him on the shoulder.
"Agh!" He was shot on the leg. He fell to his knee but quickly stood back up and continued to walk towards the hangar. Sam saw Desmond and quickly ran to his side providing cover.
"I got you! Keep moving!"
Winston ran out and start to lob grenades. They exploded and set several Talon agents away but not kill them.
Desmond made it inside and dropped McCree near a medic. Winston began to close the hangar doors, Sam shot a few more before the large metal doors closed.
Winston pressed a button and the lights turned on, he walked towards Desmond who was wrapping his leg in a bandage.
"Is it bad?"
Desmond looked up "Nothing I can't handle..."
Sam walked to them and stood next to Winston "How long do we have until they break the door down?"
Winston looked back at the large metal doors then at Sam "I'll give us two hours... It won't be long until they break it down but it should be thick enough to give us some time"
Sam nodded and looked at McCree "How's he doing?"
The medic looked up at him in hesitance "Not good. The bullet penetrated four inches away from his heart, we need to give him proper medical attention or he won't make it"
Sam looked at Winston "We need to contact the UN. This is out of our hands" Winston nodded and walked over to a nearby terminal. Sam looked at Desmond who had spaced out.
"Desmond, you alright?" Desmond looked at him and stood up.
"No...Talon apparently has a new leader. They found a way to counter my tech" Sam cursed
"Damn it...I was thinking that could be our trump card"
Desmond looked at the soldiers around him. There wasn't much of them left, only around sixty. There were at least over a thousand Talon soldiers out there. Sam patted his shoulder
"Sit down. Rest the leg while you can" Desmond sighed and complied
"We're fucked..."
Sam nodded and sighed "Yea...Our only hope is one the other Overwatch members"
Desmond didn't respond and stared at the large hangar doors.
"I'm going to check on our men" Desmond nodded as Sam went over to the Nellis Commander. He was shot on the arm.
"Commander? Sir, are you alright?" Sam said saluting the man. He chuckled
"I'm pretty sure you outrank me, Riley. Yea i'm alright. Just a graze, i'm Commander Cole by the way" Sam went on one knee so he's eye level with the downed commander and shook his hand.
"How's everyone holding up?" The commander sighed and looked at his men.
"We're down on moral, we need a miracle to make it out of this. These bastards are better than the usual, hell they even injured an Overwatch agent" He said gesturing at the unconscious McCree.
Sam sighed "Overwatch or not, we're all as skilled"
The commander chuckled "You'd make a good general. Not many higher ups look at mere soldiers as equals" Sam smiled at him then turned to the medics who and been working on injured soldiers
"Commander, how many soldiers can still fight and how many can't"
Cole looked at his men "We did a head count, we have seventy men left. Fifteen are injured"
Sam's hopes on survival decreased slightly. Cole turned to Sam
"How many Talon are out there?"
Sam sighed and looked away "We think it's over a thousand, somewhere around there"
Cole's eyes widened "Are you serious? We took a number of dropships out"
"Their dropships carry around twenty-four men. There were around sixty left." Sam closed his eyes as Cole did the math.
"1440"
Sam slowly nodded. The commander deflated slightly. Sam patted his shoulder and stood up.
"If you need anything, Commander. I'll be with Winston" He nodded and looked down. Sam took one look at the hopeless man before walking towards Winston.
The gorilla nodded at him before turning his attention back to the terminal
"You getting anything?"
Winston shook his head "No...Talon jammed communications, there's no way to contact the outside"
"Can't we send someone down to the city below?"
"No...There's no way down other than the dropships...Besides, Talon have probably invaded the town" Winston continued to try to contact the UN. Sam lays his gun down and sat on the floor.
"How are we going to get out of this..."
"I don't know, Sam...I don't know"
12 AM - Midnight
United Nations Headquarters, New York City, New York
The Overwatch team had just finished their deal with the UN and are now trying to contact Watchpoint: Gibraltar for transport
"Come in Gibraltar. This is the UN, requesting transport for Overwatch"
"Why can't we just take a U.N. dropship?"
"Patience Lena, the U.N. does not need to waste their resources when we were the ones that requested the meeting" Soldier: 76 said.
Tracer sighed and tugged on her collar "I hate suits, it makes me feel...Limited"
Ana smiled and sat next to her. "You'll be fine, dear. Just a few more hours"
"Watchpoint: Gibraltar, respond. Overwatch team is requesting transport" 76 went up to the communications officer and looked at the terminal
"I can't reach them sir. Something is interfering with the signal"
"76, is something wrong?" Mercy asked in slight concern. 76 turned to her then back at the terminal.
"I don't know Angela...It's not like Winston to just refuse to respond"
"I'M GETTING SOMETHING!" The communications office turned the volume up on his terminal
"Do-one copy! THi-IS GIBRA-HEAVY TALON-ATTACK- WOUNDED-DOES ANYOn-*STATIC*"
"Damn it I lost them!" Another beep sounded on the terminal. It was a medical facility near Gibraltar.
"Hello, is anyone there?"
76 stepped up to speak "This is Soldier: 76 identify yourself"
"OH THANK GOD! Sir, I'm Corporal Jax Connors, head of the medical division. I called to notify you Gibraltar is under attack!"
"WHAT?!"
"By who and how large is the assault force!"
"Talon, Sir. The wounded were evacuated before the fighting started, but Lieutenant Desmond Riley predicted it to be in the thousands...We've tried to contact the Watchpoint but received nothing and the town of Gibraltar is being seized by Talon agents. I- WAIT WHO ARE YOU! WAIT WAIT*static*
"Jax! Jax!" 76 slammed his fist on the terminal "DAMN IT!" He turned to the Overwatch agents. Lucio stood up and looked at him
"What are we going to do? Rescue mission time?" 76 growled and pushed him down on his seat
"This is serious! Your friends could be dead!" 76 spat coldly he faced the rest of the team "We're going to take Gibralter back...I'm not going to promise that Winston or Sam or any of our soldiers survived but, as heroes we must push on and liberate Gibraltar"
They all looked at each other then looked at 76. They all nod.
"Let's go"
Well well well...Surprised it's not filler?
