Chapter 15: Chaos Within

"That's it! Bring them in!" Soldier 76 barked. Sniper and Widowmaker were tossed through the door, their hands tied behind their back. They both collapsed onto the hard tile floor, clearly injured and fatigued. Heavy, Genji, Ana, and Mccree each walk into the office, their weapons aimed at the duo's heads. Soldier 76 examined the injuries that the four had sustained while trying to capture Sniper and Widowmaker. One side of Genji's eye slit was dimmed out, not emitting its usual green glow. His breathing seemed raspy as well. Ana's rifle seemed to have a large dent on one side. Blood seeped from a wound on her arm. Heavy's body was covered in bruises, his clothes ripped and tattered. Mccree's cybernetic hand was blasted clean off. Soldier 76 looked down at Sniper and Widowmaker, who were writhing on the floor with exhaustion. Soldier 76 angrily walked over and kicked Sniper in the stomach, making him cough up a bit of blood. Widowmaker watched with rage, but could not do anything without having her head blown off. Soldier 76 grabbed Sniper by the collar of his shirt and raised him into the air.

"You little sack of shit! You think that you can just turn traitor on us and get away with it!?" Soldier 76 threw Sniper against a wall. Sniper regained his footing and balanced himself. He weakly put up a hand as he tried to catch his breath.

"M-mate stop!… I have somethin' to tell you!" Soldier 76 ignored him and briskly approached Sniper once again. With no other choice, Sniper slipped the Dead Ringer out of his sleeve and flipped it open just as Soldier 76 threw a punch at his face.

CRACK!

Sniper's body flew backwards, a trail of blood pouring out of his nose. Soldier 76 recoiled in surprise, his fist covered in blood. He didn't expect for his punch to be so powerful. He rubbed his fist and sighed. "I guess I punched a bit too hard." He looked down remorselessly at Widowmaker, her eyes filled with fury. "Sorry Widowbitch. I guess I just killed your partner in crime." Soldier 76 went back to his desk and sat back down, wiping the blood off his fist with a handkerchief. He tossed the bloody handkerchief onto Sniper's body. "Alright. I want Widow put in a maximum security cell. 24/7 surveillance. Also, get this body out of of my office and get those blood stains cleaned up. It'll stain if you leave it too long." Ana nudged the side of Widowmaker's head with the barrel of her rifle, signalling for her to stand up. She continued to lie down in quiet protest. Heavy grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her out of the room towards her cell, the rest of the operatives leaving with him. Soldier 76 sat down, his head still clouded with anger.

"So now that your bodyguards are gone…" A loud electrical buzzing noise grabbed Soldier 76's attention, causing him to look up. Sniper faded into view in front of him, the Dead Ringer in his hand. "Mate! Please hear me out! It's not what is looks like!" Soldier 76 lunged at Sniper once again. This time, however, there were no people around to stop Sniper, allowing him to retaliate. He grabbed a nearby chair and swung it at Soldier 76, hitting him square in the chest. Sniper took advantage of this blow and dashed to Soldier 76's desk. He grabbed a pen from it and immediately tackled Soldier 76 to the ground, holding the pen to 76's throat as a shiv. "If you promise to listen to me, I won't turn this pen's ink bloody red." Sniper threatened. With no other option, Soldier 76 nodded. Sniper backed up slowly, still pointing the pen at him.

"Well, the bushman actually managed to talk some sense into Jack." RED Spy muttered. He looked at one of the many computer screens before him, seeing Sniper holding Soldier 76 at penpoint.

"I would say that now is as good as a time as any to abort! He is about to blow our cover!" BLU Spy replied frantically. "I'll get the time machine ready."

"No. You go back alone." RED Spy ordered. "I still have a contingency plan to deal with situations like this." RED Spy stood up from his chair and took a piece of paper labeled: "Contingency plan A". He tucked the paper into his suit as he headed to the exit of the room. "Before you go back to Ziegler's candy shop, take the set of instructions that will be under your pillow in your headquarters with you. Follow them to the letter and do not return until you have accomplished your task."

"Alright. I will be leaving in 20 minutes." RED Spy heard BLU Spy turn off his radio. RED Spy then pulled a small device out of his pocket, his thumb hovering over the single red button on it.

"I'm afraid you won't be telling the truth now, bushman." RED Spy whispered menacingly as he gave the button a firm press.

"My god…" Soldier 76 muttered. He stared dumbfounded at his computer screen as Sniper looked on. On the screen, Scout could be seen walking down a corridor with BLU Spy. Before long, they stopped in the middle of the hall and started talking. As they talked, clouds of smoke enveloped BLU Spy as his disguise started to take form. After a few seconds, a flawless Winston disguise emerged, every detail perfect down to the fur. Scout smirked as the duo continued down the hall. Sniper reached over and shut off the feed, looking at Soldier 76's shocked expression. "W-Winston...all this time...you were a Spy?" Suddenly, Soldier 76's expression turned urgent. He stood up and grabbed Sniper by the collar of his shirt, lifting him into the air. "W-where did he take the real Winston!? Tell me!" He shouted.

"My guess is that the real Winston is dead. That BLU Spy would've needed to kill the bloke to get a new disguise, so he needed to kill Winston to...erm..." Sniper's words died away as he witnessed the truth slowly hit Soldier 76. Soldier 76 lowered his head and put Sniper back down. He walked over to his desk with a blank look in his eyes and pressed the intercom button.

"Everyone, we are leaving Washington at once. Someone else is gonna have to deal with the Deadlock. Everyone pack up and meet by the airfield in an hour. Also, Scout. Please report to administration immediately." Soldier 76 released the button, listening to his broadcast echo down the halls. "You may go Sniper. You've been cleared." Soldier 76 said without even looking up at him. Sniper nodded and quietly headed towards the door.

"You're...really contollin' your temper over this, mate." Sniper inquired. Soldier 76 slowly hobbled over to his desk chair and sat down with a defeated look in his eyes. He took deep breaths as he put his hand to his forehead.

"I...I'm stepping down… get someone else as the new Overwatch leader, because I won't be taking the job." Soldier 76 walked to the locked cabinet in his room. He took out the key for it and slowly unlocked the door, letting it swing open. Inside, his old Pulse Rifle and jacket with a large red 76 stitched onto the back of it rested inside; they were a memoir from his vigilante days. Ever since he got back into Overwatch, he had been wearing the standard green and tan uniform. Soldier 76 took his jacket out of the cabinet, shaking the dust off of it. With a flourish of blue, red, and white, he swung the jacket over his shoulders and put it on. The moment he zipped it up, Sniper saw a fire reignite in Soldier 76's eyes. "I'm going to find this BLU Spy. I don't know where he is, but he is a dead man." Soldier 76 grabbed his Pulse Rifle and stocked up on ammo. He walked out of the door, Sniper stepping aside as he brushed past him.

"So...who d'you reckon we find to replace you?" Sniper asked cautiously.

"Not my problem. Figure it out for yourselves." Soldier 76 replied before exiting the room. Sniper watched as he disappeared into the elevator without a second glance, leaving the office unusually vacant.

"Ahh piss."

The shriek echoed throughout the base. It was so loud and shrill that it managed to wake Demoman up from his drunken slumber, causing him to yell in surprise. He rubbed his head as he looked around the training hall for the source of the scream. He saw a crowd gathered around a bench. Demoman got up and stumbled over to investigate. He saw Dva in the crowd and joined up with her. "So. What did I miss?" Dva turned around and faced Demoman, her face tear stained and red, causing Demoman to become concerned. "Wait. Why are you cryin' sweetums? Dunnae worry. You can tell me anythin'." Demoman put an arm around Dva's shoulders. Suddenly, Dva erupted into sobs and buried her face into Demoman's chest, causing him to hold her tighter.

"W-W-Winston's dead!" Dva stuttered between sobs. Demoman gasped.

"What!?" He looked deeper into the crowd, his eye scanning for who or what everyone was gathering around. His vision fell onto Tracer. She was crying uncontrollably as Spy held her hand, trying to comfort her.

"H-h-how? W-why would an-n-nyone kill him?" Tracer blubbered. Spy sighed. Tracer had lost all control after hearing of Winston's death. "W-wait! M-maybe we can find th-the body...a-and give it to M-Mercy and Medic s-so they can r-revi-" The crowd looked away from Tracer in discomfort. Spy put his hand on Tracer's shoulder.

"Lena. Winston has been dead for more than a month by now. Even if we found the body-" Spy was interrupted as Tracer angrily brushed his hand off. She stood back up with an angry look on her face.

"How do we know if we don't try!?" Tracer turned to the crowd. "Come on gang! We gotta scan this whole base for Winston's body!" Nobody said anything. Tracer's temper flared. "Do you all just not care!? We need to find him! We can still bring Winston back! Come on!" Tracer's voice started to waver. "W-we need to s-search...we need…" Tracer looked down and collapsed onto her knees. She started crying again. Sniper gently nudged Spy on the shoulder.

"Now y'see why I kind of hesitated for a few days before tellin' the whole base about Winston?" Sniper muttered. Spy took Tracer's hand and knelt down.

"Come on. I'll take you back to your room." Tracer nodded. The crowd parted as Spy led Tracer away, her face still filled with sorrow. As they headed down the halls, Tracer suddenly stopped. Spy looked back. "What's the matter?" He asked. Tracer walked a bit closer to Spy.

"Your room is much nicer...I'd like to...spend the night there." She muttered. Spy sighed.

"Lena. You are not thinking straight. Remember the talk we had at the restaurant? Don't let young love ruin your true lo-" Before Spy could finish his sentence, Tracer swiftly locked lips with him, taking him by surprise. After a few seconds, Tracer broke the kiss, her expression turning a bit desperate.

"Spy…love...please. I need this. I need someone to be with." Tracer brought herself closer to Spy and removed his balaclava, revealing his handsome face once again. Spy was at his limit. He felt the familiar feeling of young love creep up on him for the first time in forever. He took Tracer's hand as the two of them kissed again.

"Lena...you don't know how hard it is for me to control myself from indulging in your luscious body." Tracer looked at Spy with lust in her eyes.

"So don't. Give it to me all tonight." Tracer and Spy locked lips once again as Tracer pushed him towards his room. They went in and tumbled onto the expensive bed. Tracer felt Spy take her jacket off as he kissed her on the neck. The warm glow from the fireplace gave a romantic feeling to the room, causing Spy to get even more into it. This, however, is exactly what Tracer wanted. For Spy to get so distracted that he won't notice her steal a few of his possessions. She never trusted Spy, so when she was told that a BLU Spy killed Winston, RED Spy was her first suspect. These thoughts raced around in Tracer's head as she and Spy started the foreplay. So what if she loses her virginity to him? The information that she would gain would compensate for it.

After all, it better.

"Aleksandra! You have a visitor from Overwatch!"

"Coming mama!"

Zarya got up from her bed and slowly walked downstairs, still a bit groggy from her power nap. All she had was a pair of spats and a sports bra. She met her mother at the base of the stairs.

"Aleksandra! That is no way to dress when greeting your fellow operatives!" Zarya's mother scolded. Zarya shrugged.

"It's alright. They've seen me like this before all the time." Ignoring her mother's advice, Zarya walked towards the living room to greet the familiar face. Was it Mercy? Or did they send Soldier 76?

"Aleksandra Zaryanova?" A gruff voice boomed behind her. Zarya turned around. Heavy stood behind her, his arms crossed. He is just as tall and burly as she is, which is really saying something. Zarya examined Heavy closely. Whoever this guy is was not one of her old Overwatch friends.

"Who are you?" Just as Zarya got the words out, Heavy's expression suddenly softened. He put a hand to his mouth as a reminiscent look glimmered in his eyes.

"L-little Zaryanova...you made it…" he mumbled, causing Zarya to look at him with confusion. Heavy cleared his throat and extended a hand. "I am Heavy Weapons Guy. Heavy for short." Zarya shook his hand with vigor.

"I am-"

"Aleksandra Zaryanova. Descendant of the great Grigori Zaryanova and his daughter Sloane Zaryanova." The reminiscent look returned to Heavy's eyes. "Sloane...little Zaryanova…" He looked back at Zarya.

"How...do you know so much about my family?" Zarya asked. Heavy smiled.

"I am from the past. Along with rest of my team." Zarya gasped.

"Wait, so you are one of the crazy mercenaries from the past that the news keeps talking about?" Heavy nodded. Zarya was instantly awestruck. "Wow! If you really know my great grandfather… I have so many-"

"Questions?" Heavy interrupted. "Questions. Yes. Understandable. My father used to work with Grigori. I'm sure you have been told how he was against the communist revolution?"

"Vividly." Zarya affirmed. Heavy sat down on a nearby sofa and started his story.

After Grigori and my father were captured and put into gulag, I started to evacuate both of our families. However, I was too slow. Everyone was captured by KGB and thrown into gulag as well. Day after day, they tried to get information out of my father and Grigori, but they would not betray their comrades no matter what. KGB started to use different ways of torture on Grigori. They brought his family in one by one and tortured them to death in front of his eyes. Grigori held until they had killed every member of his family...except one. His five year old daughter Sloane. Wanting some extra leverage, KGB officers left Sloane to be the last one executed, instead bringing in my father first. I watched helplessly like cowering baby while they hung my father to death in front of Grigori and me. This is when I snapped. In following days, I planned breakout with other inmates while trying to buy Sloane as much time as possible.

Finally, the plan was complete. Inmates and I broke out and murdered any guards in our way. When we went to go free Grigori, however, we could see that he had gone insane from watching everyone he knew die. He was useless to everyone. We decided to reunite him with his family in the end. Because of this, we hunted down every guard in gulag and tortured them all for days until KGB reinforcements arrived. I escaped with my family and Sloane while inmate comrades sacrificed themselves to hold off KGB. I watched the gulag burn down, killing everyone inside. However, I've been told that our handlers have escaped the gulag during the struggle. Of course, that won't matter once I get back to my time. From then onwards, my family built a cabin in Siberian mountains and settled there. We handed Sloane over to orphanage. I heard that she was adopted almost instantly by a rich couple.

Zarya was shocked. Was this the supposed "savior" that her grandmother spoke about? The ones that she said saved her when she was young? She saw Heavy's eyes well up a bit, not that she could blame him. She handed Heavy a tissue. He took it and blew his nose loudly before throwing the tissue out. He looked up at Zarya, his eyes still glittering with tears. "When I first saw you, it was sure sign that Sloane had survived. I cannot stop thinking about how strong she had to be to survive the gulag." Heavy cleared his throat and wiped his eyes one last time. "Oh...I've been talking for a while now. I bring message from Overwatch to you." Heavy took an envelope out of his pocket and gave it to Zarya. "They want you to come back. Now." Zarya took the envelope and ripped it open, slipping the letter it contained into her hands. She skimmed through the letter, managing to get the gist of it.

"Well. Now seems like a good time to come back. Traitors everywhere, Winston dead… no better time." Zarya stated. "Besides. If I get to fight alongside my ancestor's savior, it would be a true honor." Heavy smiled.

"If I get to fight alongside Sloane's descendant, it would also be an honor." Zarya extended a hand, which Heavy gladly shook.

"It is settled then. You are coming back to Overwatch." Heavy took out a transmitter and pressed a green button on it. "Transport will be here in an hour." An awkward silence hung in the air.

"So...you are strong man, right?" Zarya asked. Heavy chuckled.

"Sure. I must be for my line of work."

"If that is the case, then I challenge you to a weightlifting contest!" Zarya bellowed confidently. "You think you can beat these monsters?" Zarya flexed her arms in an exaggerated manner, making Heavy smirk.

"You call those little baby twigs monsters?" Heavy said. He flexed his own arms back in response. "These are monsters."

"Oh really? Why don't you prove it, old man?" Zarya challenged. Heavy immediately grabbed the sofa Zarya was sitting on and hoisted it over his head. Zarya was taken back at this move, but quickly recovered. She leapt off the sofa and tightly bear hugged Heavy's thighs. She hoisted Heavy and the sofa up, surprising him.

"Ha ha! This is not over! We must go to weight room!" Heavy declared. He dropped the sofa back onto the floor while Zarya set him down. They both bolted out of the living room, exchanging competitive looks with one another.

When Scout was a small boy, his brothers would regularly take him to the Boston City Death Row. They would usually go there to steal some food; Death Row always had excellent food on standby for the inmate's last meals. They would sneak in from the old window on the side of the building and visit the inmates there. Murderers, psychopaths, scum-of-the-earth, Scout had seen them all there before. He always wondered how they felt there, so close to death. After all these years, his question has been answered. He got to experience it first hand.

Two days ago, Scout had been forcibly arrested and sentenced to death by his Overwatch and RED team colleagues. He tried as hard as he could to deny the claims, but no one would listen. He could recall everyone drowning out his testimonies with boos. He could remember everyone throwing things at him while he was on his way to his cell. He could remember hearing Tracer's despair filled shrieks when she found out about Winston's death. All Scout could do was sit in his cell and repeat one statement in his head over and over.

"I didn't freakin do it."

That was the truth as well, but no one would listen. Scout never remembered seeing a BLU Spy anywhere in the base. His fist clenched in anger as that name surfaced in his mind. BLU Spy. The only person Scout was sure that had something to do with this mess. He vividly pictured all the gory ways he would kill BLU Spy if he found him. In fact, he fell into some sort of trance as the anger burned within him.

"Hey Scout?"

Scout snapped out of his stunned stupor and looked towards the cell door. Tracer stood before it, her hand rummaging through her pocket in a rushed fashion.

"What the...Tracer?" Scout questioned. "Tracer...what are you doin'?" Tracer pulled a set of keys from her pocket and swiftly unlocked Scout's door. She stepped into the cell and unlocked Scout's handcuffs.

"I know it wasn't you, love. I'll explain when we get out. Hurry!" Although Scout had never been more confused than he is now, he was still relieved that someone knew the truth. Tracer took out her dual pulse pistols and handed one to Scout.

"Come on! No time to lose!" Just as the duo stepped out of the cell, they heard something.

"Over here…" The feminine voice came from down the hall. Scout and Tracer quickly ran to the source of the sound, a cell a few yards away from them. Within the cell, they found Widowmaker standing up to her cell's door. "Take me with you. I know of the treachery that goes on here." Tracer looked at her skeptically.

"Huh. Gimme one reason that I should trust you." She said. Widowmaker cleared her throat before responding.

"RED Spy is the culprit. He has teamed up with BLU Spy and augmented Sniper's memory to stop him from telling anyone." Tracer looked surprised for a moment. She nodded and unlocked Widowmaker's cell and handcuffs. Widowmaker joined them as they hastily ran towards the elevator at the end of the hallway. Tracer quickly blinked there and pressed the call button.

"Come on, come on…" Scout soon caught up with her, Widowmaker arriving a bit later. A ding was heard as the elevator arrived to their floor. As the doors opened, Soldier and two other prison guards walked out, soon spotting Tracer's group. The two groups stood there in shocked silence for a brief moment before Soldier yelled and threw a punch a Scout. Scout ducked under it and fired the pulse pistol at Soldier's legs, throwing him to the ground in a fit of pain. Tracer blinked up to one of the guards and knocked him out with the butt of her pistol. The last guard opened fire with his rifle, however, Widowmaker quickly launched a spinning axe kick to his face, knocking him violently to the ground. Before Soldier could recover, Scout stomped on his head, knocking him out. Widowmaker armed herself with the guard's rifle while Tracer and Scout dragged the unconscious bodies out of the elevator.

"Tracer…" Scout muttered, catching Tracer's attention. "...Thanks. Thanks for believin' me." Tracer shook her head.

"It wasn't me believing you that got me to break you out." Tracer pulled a slip of paper from her pocket and handed it to Scout. "Contingency plan A. I...took...it from RED Spy's pockets." Scout could not believe his eyes as he read the paper. Fury built up inside him as the truth slowly dawned on him.

As soon as he was done escaping this corrupt base, RED Spy and BLU Spy are both dead men.