6:43 AM
Watchpoint: Gibraltar
Desmond and Sam looked at a holographic map projection of the whole Gibraltar base. Winston had managed to find it after digging into old files hidden deep inside the hangar's terminal.
"Here" Desmond pointed to a giant air duct "This duct could be our way out. It connects from here to the command center, we might be able to escape from there"
Winston rubbed his chin and looked at the air duct "That could be a way out but, what about the Talon soldiers outside"
Sam nodded and spoke "Not only that, well also be moving slow because of the wounded. Even if we do manage to get pass the Talon soldiers and carry the wounded out, how are we going to escape the base? The only way down is through dropship transport, which we no long have"
"We could always steal one from Talon" The trio turned their heads to see Commanded Cole walked to them while holding his injured arm. Desmond looked back down at the map
"Depends if they landed the dropships"
Sam looked up to him "They probably did, those ships carry ammo and medical supplies right?" Desmond looked at him and nodded
"Yes"
Sam smiled and leaned back on a crate "Then if I were them, I would land and take care of wounded and rearm my soldiers" Winston took his glasses off and crossed his arms. He then looked up at Sam
"This is just a hunch?" Sam nodded slowly "Then how are we going to see if they did land their dropships"
"I can take care of that" They looked towards Desmond "Did you forget I can cloak?"
Winston's face lit up with hope "That's right! How could I forget, Desmond do you mind?"
Desmond shook his head "I can see what we're dealing with out there and see if we have a way to escape" Sam looked down at his bandaged leg
"And your leg? You sure you can do this with that?"
Desmond turned and grabbed his pistols "Don't worry about it, I've had worse"
Sam nodded "C'mon, I'll boost you up the duct" He walked to the air duct that they had seen on the holo-projection. Sam leaned back on the wall and crouched down then looked his fingers together. He nodded at Desmond who then began to run, Desmond stepped onto Sam's hands and jumped up, he managed to grab the edge of the open duct and climbed inside.
Sam looked up at him and waved "Watch yourself out there" Desmond left without replying.
A medic approached Sam and tapped him "Sir!" He did a quick salute then showed Sam a tablet with information. Sam looked at it confused
"What is this?"
"Sir this is McCree's vitals, his wound had begun to swell. We believe it has an infection. If we don't get out of here soon, he's good as dead" Sam grabbed the tablet and stared the the screen. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a moment he opened them then looked at the medic
"Just try to fight it, keep him breathing. We'll be out soon." He handed the tablet back to the medic who left afterwards. Sam looked back up at the duct
"I hope we're out soon"
Desmond walked through the giant duct quickly and as quietly as he could. He saw that the duct had began to grow narrower and narrower forcing him to start crawling
'I must be getting close' Just as he predicted, he was close. The only problem was the duct leading to the command center was blocked by a vent plate. He cursed and crawled closer to the vent plate and looked inside the room.
No one had been there. He looked at the screws on the vent and tried to open it but to no avail. He stopped and took a deep breath.
'Alternatives, alternatives' He snapped his eyes open and grabbed a diffusion grenade from his best and looked at it. He crawled back to gain distance away from the duct and triggered his grenade. It rolled towards the duct and it exploded releasing toxic gas. It had began to disintegrate the vent plate and after a minute, it dropped off and soon the toxic gas disappeared. He crawled back and looked around the command center.
No one had heard it. He jumped out and crouched down to the floor. Looking around he spotted a terminal and fast crouch walked towards it.
Desmond turned it on and accessed the communications logs. He was denied access.
'They locked us out'
Suddenly the command center's doors swished open and two Talon agents walked in
"I swear I heard something here"
"You're going crazy. There's nothing here"
Desmond cloaked and waited by the door for them to pass.
"Let's go back, the Boss will have our assess if he finds out we left our post"
"Yea...I can't wait to kill these Overwatch fuckers"
"haha, me too"
The door swished open as they walked out, Desmond quickly went out before they closed. He didn't want to alert soldiers when they see a door randomly open.
They were ready. Ready to kill the remaining Overwatch agents. The Talon force had posted up near the door, there were explosive specialists planting charges on the large hangar doors.
Desmond looked around to see that most of the Talon force had left the base. He heard gunshots in the distance.
'They're invading Gibraltar' He began to look for any ground dropships. There were only two. He crouch-walked towards them and began to inspect them, not wanting to trigger anything, he kept his distance from the dropship. They were empty.
Discovering this, he turned around and began to go back in.
"They killed the old Boss?"
Desmond stopped. He narrowed his eyes at the Talon soldiers conversing.
"Yea... Apparently this new Boss of ours has a elite team protecting him, some of the men have started to call them 'Hunters' because they can take down an Overwatch agent without even trying"
"Seriously? Who's the new boss?"
"Nobody knows... Some say it's a she and some say it's an omnic. I don't care as long as I'm paid"
"hehe amen to that"
"HEY! GET BACK TO WORK"
They jumped up and quickened there pace walking past Desmond.
'So we do have a new player in the game'
"He's back!"
Winston and Sam looked up to see Desmond jump down the air duct
"Desmond!" They rushed over to him as he dusted himself. "So are there any dropships?"
Desmond sighed "Yes..."
Commander Cole walked over and frowned "I don't like how you said that son, is there something else"
Desmond nodded slowly "There are only two dropships, there are 70 of us and they can only carry 24 not including the pilot."
"So? We can just come back, can't we" Sam said. Winston shook his head
"I'm afraid it won't work like that. Talon would definitely notice the dropships and wouldn't give us any chance of returning" He looked at Desmond "Is there anything else you learned?"
Desmond nodded "Talon is invading the town below. There's only a small amount of soldiers here, most of them went down to Gibraltar. Also, on the hangar doors are charges. They're going to blow the door open, we need to be ready"
Commander Cole nodded "I'll have anyone who can fight armed for battle. We need to push them back to reach those dropships then load the wounded"
"And what of the rest of us?" He looked at Winston
"We see when if we actually get to that point" Winston nodded. Commander Cole did a quick salute "Well then, I'll let you handle the rest. I'm going to relay the orders now"
Sam nodded at him and turned to Desmond "Any idea when those charges will set off"
Desmond shook his head "No idea...That's why we need to get ready now"
"Good job, Desmond. When this is all over, i'll buy us all drinks" Sam smiled while Desmond turned towards McCree's unconscious body. Sam turned his head
"Doc says he might not make it if we don't leave soon" Desmond turned to his brother. He then put a hand on his shoulder
"More reason to keep fighting" With that said Desmond walked off. Winston turned to Sam.
"He changed pretty quickly...I'm surprised"
Sam smiled "Yea...Probably cause of Lena"
Winston chuckled "I doubt it...It feels like all they ever do is argue"
Sam smirked at him "Just like they did before Talon took him" Winston smiled and turned to the doors. His smile slowly diminished.
"When those doors blow open, there's going to be no way out" Sam turned his head towards the large hangar doors. The barriers that protected them from the coming threat. The very thought of it being brought down sent shivers down his spine.
"It's best not to think like that...We'll make it out of this" He put a hand on the gorilla's shoulder
"We always do"
Silence reigned the dropship.
Widowmaker, Soldier: 76, Ana, Pharah, And Mercy had volunteered to be the lead squad for the mission to take back Gibraltar. Along with them were 19 U.N. soldiers.
They were the squad that is going to be sent to the Watchpoint, the others are going to the town to secure it. They didn't know what they might find; bodies of their friends or bodies of Talon soldiers.
Only the whirring from the dropship can be heard.
The pilot turned and faced the silent crew
"We arrive in one hour!"
76 nodded in acknowledgement. The pilot turned back around.
Silence continued to reign the dropship.
*BOOM*
"THEY'VE BREACHED THE DOOR!"
Gun shots erupted from both sides, Desmond quickly jumped behind cover and started to shoot his pistol.
"EVERYONE FOCUS FIRE ON THE GRENADIERS!" Yelled Commander Cole as he sat into cover next to Desmond. Desmond sat down and looked at him.
"Let's start moving forward, Talon will fall back the more force we give them"
Desmond nodded and stood up and shot more Talon agents. Commander Cole stood up and fired his assault rifle
"PUSH UP! LET'S GIVE TALON A REST TO NOT MESS WITH THE 501st!" The fighting Nellis Soldiers yelled as they advanced.
It worked, Talon had began to fall back. Sam slid next to the Commander
"Keep up the good work, sir. Winston and I are going to help in boarding the wounded, can you cover us?"
"Like you were my own bottom, get going. Desmond and I will keep them away" Sam smiled, he looked at Desmond and threw him a rifle.
"Here...Something we kept for you, bro. Stay safe" Sam waved and ran back.
Desmond recognized this rifle. It was the rifle. The rifle... The rifle from somewhere... It was from...It was FROM NEL-
"Desmond! Let's go, the boys are having all the fun!" Desmond stood up and followed the Commander as they ran towards the main firefight.
They took cover behind a gun crate and started to shoot down Talon. The Commander turned to a corporal
"Corporal! Casualty check!"
The corporal sat back into cover "None so far, sir!"
The Commander nodded "ALRIGHT EVERYONE LISTEN UP! WE'RE GOING TO PROVIDE COVER FOR THE MEDICS, THEY'RE GOING TO BE BOARDING THE WOUNDED ONTO THE DROPSHIPS! KEEP TALON BACK WHILE THEY'LL DO SO!"
Desmond aimed down and took down more Talon soldiers.
"ALRIGHT, PROVIDE FIRE NOW!"
The Nellis Medics, Sam and Winston came from behind and started to make their way to the dropships, they carried 5 stretchers with wounded on them. The soldiers advanced with Commander Cole and Desmond.
"It's working! They're going to do four more trips!"
"I read you" Desmond said to the Commander as he shot more Talon agents.
The medics did three more trips.
On the fourth trip, a Talon dropship had appeared and began to drop down reinforcements.
"Sir! INCO-ACK" The corporal dropped to the floor as a bullet pierced his head. Desmond cursed and went into cover. Commander Cole was grazed on the shoulder then instantly took cover.
"Shit, these guys are the same guys that led the attack, they're way too skilled to be a normal Talon agent"
Desmond flinched as a bullet whizzed by his head "No kidding"
"DESMOND!" He looked down to see Sam signaling "WE NEED COVER! THIS IS THE LAST TRIP!"
Desmond nodded and activated his Phantom Tech. He stood up and began to fire at the new Talon soldiers. He expected the bullet to go past him, but he was knocked back.
"AGH!" Commander Cole dragged him into cover
"I thought you were supposed to be invulnerable"
Desmond gripped his chest. There was no bullet hole. It was an EMP round. It was designed like Reaper's fist that deactivated his Tech. It was designed just for him, it had fried his Phantom Tech.
"Bad news, I won't be able to provide any distractions. They fried my tech"
"It's Fine! EVERYONE LISTEN! THE MEDICS NEED ONE MORE TRIP, ADVANCE!" Commander Cole jumped up and vaulted over the crate and ran forwards. He was followed by his men and Desmond.
Talon had reached the edge of the Watchpoint. In one direction was the Nellis Soldiers and the other direction was the rocky ocean below. Sam and the medics took this chance to board the dropship.
Sam ran out and joined the gunfight. He took cover next to Desmond.
"We're all set!"
"Then fight!" The Commander yelled as he shot more Talon agents. As minutes pass, more Nellis and Talon soldiers fell. Winston ran out of the dropship. He took cover next to the Commander
"I managed to get in contact with Overwatch! They're coming to Gibraltar, they'll be here in 30 minutes!"
"We can't wait here, these soldiers need immediate attention! Talon will be all over this place and well be back in square one!" Yelled Sam
Commander Cole sat back into cover and looked at Winston "You guys go, me and my men will cover you"
"I'll stay with you" Desmond say firmly. Cole smiled and nodded
"The more the merrier!"
"Are you sure you want us to leave you here?" Asked Winston
"Yes! NOW GO! BEFORE MORE COME!"
Winston looked at Sam. They both nodded to each other and ran to the dropship.
"ALRIGHT! EVERYONE, HELP IS COMING BUT WE CAN'T LEAVE THE WOUNDED HERE THEY'RE GOING TO GO TO A MEDICAL FACILITY WE NEED TO COVER THEM!"
The dropship had began to lift up and instantly, Talon began to shoot at ti
"COVER THEM!"
Desmond pulled out a diffusion grenade and threw one at a cluster of Talon soldiers. It exploded and began to disintegrate them.
The dropship descended and disappeared from the line of sight
"ALRIGHT! GOOD JOB! NOW LET'S FINISH UP THESE SCUMBAGS!" Commander Cole began to push up. Slowly the Talon soldiers were brought down. "THIS IS IT! WERE ALMOST TH-AGH!"
Commander Cole dropped to the floor as a bullet hit him. There were two Talon dropships coming, they began to shoot their front canons at the Nellis soldiers.
"TAKE COVER!" Yelled Desmond as he dragged Commander Cole with him. "STAY DOWN!"
It was too late, the remaining Nellis soldiers were picked off by Talon soldiers or by the dropships. Desmond cursed as he kept shooting at the Talon soldiers that slowly approached his location. He sat into cover and cursed.
"Desmond..." He looked at Commander Cole as he sat himself up "You gotta get out of here...I can...I can fight"
"No" Desmond said firmly. The Commander gripped his stomach. "It's just a gut wound, Mercy will fix you up" Desmond says firmly as he reloads his rifle.
"Not this time...25mm round...Not gonna survive"
Desmond looked at him then peaked up. The Talon agents we still firing at his location. He chucked a grenade over in hopes to push back away from him. The Commander pulled out a pistol, it was one of those antique pistols.
"This is a Desert Eagle... 50. Cal...All in all kickass gun" He handed it to Desmond, it was black and it had a skull on the grip (For a visual look up 'wicked grips desert eagle. It should be the 4th picture on google images)
Desmond hesitantly took the pistol away from the dying man.
"Bear it with pride...I never seen anyone with so much courage before" Desmond looked at him in pity. The Commander coughed out blood and smiled "A lot of of my men called me crazy because of the tactics I use...You though, you didn't hesitate. You followed me"
Desmond nodded at him in respect "Good soldiers follow orders"
"Better soldiers find their own path" The Commander said as he put a hand on Desmond shoulder "Son, I can tell you're lost. You don't know who you are or what you purpose truly is..."
Desmond looked at him
"I know that look...I used to be like that, I *Cough* I was lost... You just need...Need...Need To know...who...you...are" Commander Cole's eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to his side.
Desmond sighed and looked down at the pistol he was gifted.
'Who I Am'
He turned to look at his rifle. The rifle.
Memories flash... It was the rifle he made when he first went to Nellis Air Force Base... With Soldier: 76...With Jack Morrison, then
he...he returned...
Widowmaker...
Amelie...
Lena...
Desmond...
Slipstream...
Egypt...
Sam...
Brother...
Red...
Jones...
James...
McCree...
It was all coming back...Everything is clear... Everything...
Tears fell down his face...He was a monster...
Death...
Red...
Jones...
Los Angeles...
Home...
Prisoner...
Lost...
Weapon...
Desmond opened his eyes, tears fell down from them...
"JONES! RED! ARRRGGGGHHHH! AMELIE! LENA! HOW COULD I!" He was angry... At himself... Grabbing his rifle, he jumped out.
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" Desmond screamed and began to unload his rifle at the Talon agents. He used a free hand to grab the Desert Eagle and began to shoot Talon agents.
"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Desmond's eyes were filled with rage
"Fall back!" Talon soldiers continued to drop
"DON'T RUN! YOU'LL ONLY DIE TIRED! AAGHHH!" Desmond screamed more rage filling him.
A dropship flew overhead and began to take down the Talon agents.
"Desmond!" He looked up to see Mercy waving down at him from the rear ramp. The dropship landed and the heroes stepped out.
"Get off my lawn!" Soldier: 76 began to fire at the running Talon agents.
"All these fallen soldiers will have their JUSTICE!" Pharah flew into the air and began to fire down a barrage of missiles. The UN soldiers began to fire at the Talon soldiers as more Talon began to drop from arriving dropships
"Are you well, Cherie?" Widowmaker says looking at Desmond's red eyes. Ana and Mercy turned their heads at him. He huffed and looked at the Talon soldiers in anger
"No... I'm not...It's not the place for this...Let's kill these motherfuckers" He reloads the Desert Eagle. Ana looks at it with wide eyes.
"Where did you get that?"
Desmond looked back at the fallen Commander, Ana followed his gaze and frowned seeing the Commander..
"I...See...I'm sorry"
Desmond nodded "It's fine...He died as a warrior..."
Mercy sadly looked at him then looked at his body "Desmond! You are injure! Sit!"
"what?" Desmond looked down and noticed that he had been hit on the waist. Blood dripped down his armor. Mercy pushed him down on a crate and began to heal him
"Doc, I'm fine...I need to help out-"
"Shut it, no one gets injured on my watch...You'll get plenty of action when we regroup with the main attack force"
Desmond sighed then looked up "Wait? Main attack force?"
Ana nodded "That's right... The UN sent a task force to help with the liberation of Gibraltar, the others should be fighting down below"
"What about Sam? Winston?"
Widowmaker put a hand on his shoulder "Do not worry, cherie. We had intercepted them and had them all medically treated"
"Yes...If not for you, McCree could've died" Mercy says as she began to wrap his wound with a bandage. Desmond frowned and looked back at the Commander
"It wasn't me...It was Commander Cole...The bravest man I ever fought with" Mercy looked at the fallen hero and smiled
"He is in a better place now... And it seems he passed down something very dear to him to you" Desmond looked at the Desert Eagle. He sighed and smiled.
"It's good to be back"
Widowmaker and Ana look at each other.
"What do you mean, cherie?"
Desmond smirks at her "What do you think, Amelie?"
"..."
"Desmond...YOU...YOU REMEMBER!" She drops her loved sniper rifle and hugged Desmond. Mercy scrowled
"Widowmaker, don't fraternize with my injured patient" Widowmaker blushed and pulled away
"Oh...Um yes...Désolé (sorry)"
Desmond laughed and holstered his pistol. "Am I clear to move, doc?"
"Yes...But not too much, your wound is still getting being repaired" Desmond nodded. He saw that 76 and Pharah had finished off the last Talon agent and decided to walk to the edge of the cliff overlooking the town below. His leg had caused him to limp towards the cliff
There were several explosions going off. Buildings were on fire and gunshots from the battles below could be heard.
"Desmond" He turned to see 76 "Were regrouping with the main force...Let's go"
Desmond nodded.
The UN soldiers were beginning to gather the bodies of every Nellis soldier and began to bag them, he saw the Commander being carried and gently laid down on a black bag.
Desmond gripped the pistol in his holster. He watched as the zipper closed from the fallen hero's face. Desmond smiled and began to walk towards the dropship.
'A lot of lives were lost... I hope it was all worth it'
There you go... Chapter 33, hope you guys enjoyed it! Nothing to report!
"We must be prepared to make heroic sacrifices for the cause of peace that we make ungrudgingly for the cause of war. There is no task that is more important or closer to my heart."
— Albert Einstein
