Chapter 17: Spy's Endgame
"This way." Tracer directed. Her voice echoed down the dark subway tunnels, along with the footsteps of her company of commandos: Medic, Mercy, Reaper, Scout, and Widowmaker. Scout had a pistol aimed at BLU Spy, who trailed along with them, looking frightened.
"Care to explain what is going on here, Tracer?" BLU Spy asked, a bit of panic in his voice. "I-I assure you all. Whatever the situation is, you will all have my full cooperation." Everyone stopped and glared at BLU Spy menacingly. He looked around at everyone in the group in desperation. "Please! You all must trust me when I say that RED Spy and I have nothing to do with this calamity! If it had something to do with us, why would Soldier and Sombra attack me as well?" BLU Spy looked around again, seeing nothing but cold stares. He turned to Tracer, with more desperation in his voice then ever. "Lena! Why would you bring me back if I was the true culprit? Lena please! Just tell them tha-"
"Shut up!" Tracer snapped. BLU Spy froze mid-sentence. She walked up to BLU Spy and looked him dead in the eyes. "I didn't bring your backstabbing ass back out of kindness. If I left you back there, your rat-stink ass would have just escaped into another timeline!" BLU Spy stared into Tracer's eyes with fear. He sighed.
"Fine. I know that none of you care much for my life, whether I live or die, but please!" BLU Spy dropped onto his knees and started to beg. "I will help you all out of this mess the best I can! I swear!" BLU Spy's pleads echoed down the tunnel, making the pursuing silence all the more deafening. Scout interrupted the silence with a chuckle.
"Huh. So y'can dish it out but sure as hell can't take it!" Scout jeered. He pressed his pistol barrel into the back of BLU Spy's neck, making him whimper. "If it wasn't fer Tracer's lil' truce she made back dere, I'd fill yer frickin' spine with lead!" Tracer cleared her throat, snapping Scout out of his anger-filled rant.
"Listen, Scout. I know we made a promise earlier to kill the two Spies, but that has to wait. Everyone here is facing a common enemy now." Tracer leered down at Spy. "I know everyone here absolutely hates this dirty tosser, but I...trust him when he says that he has nothing to do with this." BLU Spy sighed in relief. Hearing that seemed to make him regain some of his composure. He batted Scout's pistol away from his neck and cleared his throat.
"Well, now that that has been settled, I think it's time we come up with a solution to this mess affecting us all." BLU Spy looked back at Scout with a smirk. Scout looked back at him with an angry stare, but did nothing else. BLU Spy walked up to Tracer's side. "Please, lead the way Lena." Tracer rolled her eyes at BLU Spy's sudden change in mood. She sighed and continued down the hall in silence, everyone lost in their own thoughts. No one said a word for a few minutes until Reaper finally broke the silence.
"Tracer, I have something to tell you." He said. Tracer turned around.
"Yeah? What is it Gabriel?" Reaper sighed.
"First, don't call me Gabriel. Second, do you remember that night you and Chavern Ronseau went out to Las Vegas?" Tracer nodded.
"Yeah, but Ronseau isn't his real na-"
"It is. He lied to you." Reaper interjected, shutting Tracer up. "The trap was set by a group who defected from Talon. They were trying to kill Chavern before he would launch his plot. I should know. I lead the group." Everyone fell silent at the sound of Reaper's statement. "I went around Talon convincing others to join the defectors. I even ended up tracking Sombra down and was on the way back to the defector HQ, but we were interrupted-"
"By Demoman and Junkrat!" Mercy chimed in. "So, you're saying zhat Demoman and Junkrat didn't interrupt some some secret Talon operation, but instead interfered with Talon's defectors?" Reaper nodded.
"I had been keeping my involvement with the defectors a secret from Talon, all while still doing their dirty work, so I was still in their good books. After Demoman and Junkrat ambushed us, we managed to get medical treatment from Talon, but they took Sombra back into the ranks of Talon's special ops." Reaper sighed. "Now she's gotten involved in this whole mess. All because us defectors were too slow…" Reaper's voice slowly faded away. Suddenly, Reaper perked back up. "Unless…" Without another word, he turned into smoke and started floating away, catching the group by surprise.
"Reaper! Wait! Where are you going!?" Tracer yelled. She blinked towards Reaper and got ahead of him.
"Out of my way Tracer! I need to do this." Reaper phased through Tracer and continued down the tunnel. "We will not fail again…" With those words, he vanished into the darkness. Tracer prepared to blink again, but was stopped by BLU Spy, who put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sure Reaper has something very important to do, Lena." Tracer angrily brushed BLU Spy's hand off her shoulder.
"Don't get all chummy with me, you snake. Winston's dead because of you." BLU Spy rubbed his hand and sighed.
"I understand." He muttered. Tracer refocused to the task at hand and blinked back to the front of the group.
"Just a few more minutes of walking, gang!" The group nodded and continued to follow Tracer down the dark tunnels.
"Where is it!?" RED Spy dug through his wardrobe madly, his eyes darting back and forth. He slammed the wardrobe door shut and ran across the dimly lit room to his sofa, a look of intense desperation on his face. The cigarette in his mouth was almost burnt out. He tossed the velvet couch cushions aside and continued to search. Suddenly, a small red box caught RED Spy's eye. His arm darted to the box and opened it, taking out a cigarette. He clumsily took out a lighter from his suit and fumbled around with it until he lit it up. He ignited the cigarette and put it in his mouth, sweat droplets dripping down the side of his face. He put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled, his face immediately relaxing, RED Spy sat back down on the cushionless sofa and leaned back, a look of contentment on his face. "Ahh…" He sighed, smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose.
*knock knock
RED Spy glanced over at the large, wooden double doors. "Come in." He ordered. The doors creaked open, letting Soldier and Sombra in. RED Spy perked up at the sight of them. "Well, did you catch them?" Soldier and Sombra shook their heads silently in unison. RED Spy's face immediately turned red. He dropped his lighter, briskly walked up to Soldier and Sombra, and slapped them both violently across the face. "You imbeciles! Letting Tracer escape like that!" RED Spy shouted. Soldier and Sombra just kept looking straight ahead, as if RED Spy's slap didn't register. He sighed. "Lock down the city. Cover every subway entrance, but do not go down into the tunnels. The rebels have it heavily fortified and booby trapped. Also, should you see any rebels, you are to capture them, not kill them." Soldier and Sombra wordlessly turned around and walked out of the room, closing the heavy doors behind them. RED Spy glared at where Sombra and Soldier just stood. This siege will buy him some time. He needs all the time he can get.
Master wasn't quite ready yet.
"Welcome to the Resistance HQ, gang." Tracer introduced. Medic and Mercy looked at what was before them. Tracer had lead them to a subway station refurbished as a makeshift headquarters. Engineer and Reinhardt sat in front of a computer screen, discussing something. Demoman, Roadhog, and Pharah sat idly by, fidgeting with their weapons. Engineer was the first to notice Tracer and the group.
"Hey fellas! Tracer's back!" Everyone in the HQ immediately dropped what they were doing and ran to Tracer's side. Everyone had something to say to her.
"Tracer! We have made much progress on our Superweapon while you were gone!" Pharah reported excitingly.
"Yes! Also, I single-handedly held off two vaves of attackers vhile on a scavenging trek on the surface!" Reinhardt boasted loudly. Demoman snickered a bit.
"Ach! Single-handedly? Matey, I had to save yer bloody arse a dozen times over!" Demoman corrected.
"Hmph, while you two were holding off those creampuffs, I've been clearing out entire streets." Roadhog stated proudly.
"Fellahs! Settle down now!" Engineer shouted. Everyone quickly fell silent. "I'm sure Tracer is very proud of each and every one of you, but we need to see the bigger picture here. My Australium-powered Chronal Jumper worked like a charm!" Engineer chuckled and pointed to Tracer's chronal accelerator, which now shone yellow instead of blue. "Of course, I used up the last of my Australium store to make that time jump happen, but we did it! We rescued Medic, Mercy, and Reaper from the past and-" Engineer's voice suddenly trailed off as his eyes fell onto BLU Spy, who gave a sheepish wave.
"Hello, everyone." He said meekly. Almost instantly, everyone not in Tracer's group menacingly walked towards BLU Spy like a pack of wolves, making him step back in terror. "No! Tracer! Tell them I'm with you!" Tracer sighed.
"Relax, gang. He's with us for now." Everyone looked at her, anger still burning in their eyes.
"I'll relax vhen zhis traitor's head is smashed in!" Reinhardt yelled furiously. Tracer looked into everyone's eyes, all burning with anger. Everyone hated this bastard, including her. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. It's a bit of a wild card, but if it worked, she could calm everyone down and still have BLU Spy by her side.
"You're right. Kill him." Tracer muttered. BLU Spy's eyes widened with fear.
"What!? No! Tracer! What happened to th-" Before BLU Spy could finish his sentence, he was hit by Reinhardt's hammer, sending him flying sideways into a wall. The blow left BLU Spy lying on the floor dazed as he coughed up a bit of blood. Engineer, Pharah, Roadhog, Reinhardt, and Demoman all leapt to BLU Spy's side and started to beat him relentlessly with their melee weapons. BLU Spy's screams of pain were muffled by the barrage of blows that came at him from every side. After a few minutes of furious pummeling, BLU Spy's assailants finally backed off, panting with exhaustion. Their hands and melee weapons were covered with blood. BLU Spy's mangled corpse lay in the center of the group, his joints and limbs all bent in awkward positions. A growing puddle of blood started to form under BLU Spy, making his assailants back away. No one said a word. Only the sound of exhausted breathing filled the makeshift room.
"Well, that's that, I guess…" Tracer muttered, breaking the silence. "Alright gang, I want this mess cleaned up in five, ok?" Everybody nodded and got busy finding some mops and a body bag. Tracer turned to Medic and Mercy. "You two are coming with me. I'll explain everything that has happened since you guys left." Medic and Mercy nodded and trailed after Tracer silently, images of the gory discourse they just observed still flashing in their heads. She lead them into the depths of the subway station. Many of the rooms had been repurposed as everything from armories to food stores to medical bays. Tracer led them through the maze of halls and into her room. She ushered them in and closed the door behind her. "Please, have a seat." Tracer gestured towards a pair of stools. Medic and Mercy sat down and observed Tracer's room. It was just as dilapidated and makeshift as the rest of the base. Cracked tiles and leaking pipes were spread all along the walls and ceiling. The fluorescent lights flickered like dying fireflies. Tracer's bed was nothing more than a musty mattress covered by a thin blanket on a rusty steel frame. Tracer sat down on the side of her bed, facing Medic and Mercy. "So...I guess I'll start from the beginning." Tracer said quietly. She cleared her throat.
After you two left, lots of crap happened. For starters, Scout was framed for Winston's death. BLU Spy was the true culprit, but everyone was too blinded by rage to see. I used some...devious...methods to steal RED Spy's little backup plan. He ended up augmenting Sniper's memories somehow. This, coupled with a fake recording RED Spy and BLU Spy made, is what ended up framing Scout.
Second, Jack...I mean, Soldier 76 stepped down from his position as Overwatch's vice-director. With both him and Winston gone, RED Spy declared himself as Strike-Commander while giving the role of Director to Engineer. He organized a strike team to apprehend us, consisting of the crew you see here. They got close, but we managed to avoid them for long enough. After a while, Engineer slowly uncovered RED Spy's plot with his new resources and was on the verge of bringing him to justice...until things got really weird. Just when he started to question RED Spy, the bugger...activated some device. Engineer said that everything was a blur after that, but he remembered seeing a giant circle opening up below the HQ. He only barely managed to escape thanks to an emergency teleporter he hid there.
Meanwhile, the strike team had finally captured all three of us and were about to take us back to the HQ, but we got intercepted by Talon and Overwatch troops. Just then, we received a distress call from Engineer. He told the strike team to forget about capturing us and to for us to all come to Dallas, Texas. Luckily, we managed to take down enough soldiers to make our escape.
Our two week long journey to Dallas had been interrupted by several ambushes, but one day, we were attacked by a squadron of Overwatch operatives. Their minds were wiped blank. Not a single trace of their personalities or memories remained. They were just mindless killing machines. Faced with no other choice, we had to start shooting to kill. However, the operatives that we killed always seemed to 'come back'. We kill them once, they come back during the next attack. Once, we even kept one of the operative's bodies, only for it to disappear the moment we looked away.
Long story short, we arrived in Dallas and found Engineer in this exact subway tunnel. He told us what happened and decided to start a Resistance movement to help clear up this mess. We decided to make this place the Resistance HQ for now.
Tracer took a deep breath after she finished. Medic and Mercy sat in their seats with intense looks on their faces. A deafening silence emanated throughout Tracer's room. Medic sighed. "So...zhe green scourge returns…" He shook his head. "Vhat are zhe vorld's governments doing in response to zhis incursion?" Tracer shrugged.
"Strangely, the world hasn't responded at all to this situation yet. Not even Canada or Mexico, two very nearby neighbours of America, are noticing this mess." Mercy raised an eyebrow.
"Vhat? Zhis is zhe single largest breach in national security ever! Ignorance should be zhe last zhing zhe vorld should practice now!" Mercy exclaimed. She stood up from her stool with anger, only to be held back by Medic.
"Calm down, Angela. No reason to get all vorked up." Medic sat Mercy back down, holding her hand in an attempt to calm her. Tracer nodded.
"I see...if that's the case, then I guess it's a real mystery then." Tracer stood up and walked to her room's door and motioned for Medic and Mercy to get up. "Alright you two. Now that you know the jist of things, I'm going to need your help on something." Calmly, Tracer reached into her pocket and pulled out a bloody disembodied finger, the sight of which making Mercy shudder a bit. "This is BLU Spy's finger. One thing you two both know how to do is to reanimate the dead, Medic with your Reanimators and Mercy with your 'heroes never die' thing." Medic took the finger from Tracer and held it up to his face. He looked at it intently.
"It's still relatively fresh… I zhink ve can make zhis vork…" Mercy looked at the finger as well.
"Tracer, vhat you are asking us to do is borderline cloning. One zhing zhat vill take is time." She mused. "Ve must get started immediately." She swiftly grabbed Medic's arm and pulled him with her, snapping him out of his curious finger examination. The two of them briskly walked out of Tracer's room and down the hall. Tracer smiled. It was good to have more intellectuals join the resistance. Before long, Mercy popped her head back into the room. "Err...mind telling us vhere zhe lab is?" She asked sheepishly. Tracer sighed.
"Down the hall, take the stairs on your left, and turn right." Without another word, she nodded and ran off again, leaving Tracer alone in her room. After a few moments of silence, a radio on Tracer's hip started to sound. She unhitched it from her belt and held it up to her ear.
"Tracer?" Engineer's voice came through the speakers. "Tracer! I'm gonna need you down in the command room! Now!" Tracer's eyes widened in surprise. This had to be urgent if Engineer couldn't deal with this himself.
"On my way, Dell!" Tracer responded. She immediately blinked out of her room. Within seconds, she blinked right to Engineer's side in the command room. "Right, what's the situation?" Tracer looked at the giant screen set before her and Engineer, along with a large dashboard with many different lights and buttons on them. Engineer stood up a bit and pointed to several small red dots on the screen.
"Demo and Roadhog's in trouble!" Engineer exclaimed. Tracer perked up.
"What!? Where did they get off to?" Tracer asked loudly. Engineer sat back down.
"They went to the surface to burn BLU Spy's body, but their comms just suddenly cut out!" He began typing furiously. "I've tried all the channels already. No luck on any of 'em!" Tracer blinked over to a nearby microphone. She grabbed it and held it up to her mouth.
"Everyone! Code Silver! I repeat! Code Silver! I need all available personnel in the command room ASAP! Demoman and Roadhog are in potential danger!"
"Genji. Status report." The sound of RED Spy's voice made Genji perk up. He had been standing in the middle of the ruined, moonlit street, supervising a squad of Talon soldiers as they searched every corner of the area. He pressed a button on his comms.
"We have spotted two rebels who had wandered above ground to dispose of a large, unknown object. They seem to have fled upon sighting us and gone into hiding. We are currently sweeping the area for them." Genji explained monotonously. He checked his surroundings. Talon soldiers were checking every corner of the abandoned street, foraging through dumpsters, breaking open doors to nearby buildings, and digging through piles of rubble.
"Good." RED Spy responded. "Continue with current objective. Do not fail." RED Spy's feed was cut with an abrupt crackle from the radio. Genji took his hand off of his comms and refocused onto the task at hand. He could sense the two rebels in the area, but he has no idea where they could be. He could feel a bit of their presence in all directions. Genji signaled for his troops to move to the next street. The troops moved without question, with Genji trailing after them. Silence echoed down the street, gusts of wind blowing little bits of rubble around.
"I think they're gone…" Demoman whispered. "Move over, I'm peekin'."
"Watch your foot!" Roadhog grunted. "You're stepping on my face!"
"Shut it, ya bleedin' idiot! They might still be up there!" The manhole cover shifted open ever so slightly. "Alright! We're all clear matey!" The cover slid open all the way. Demoman hoisted himself up onto the surface. He stood up straight and stretched out his back. "Ach! We must've been down there for a good half hour! Right Roadie?" Demoman turned around, expecting to see Roadhog standing behind him. Instead, he heard a small grunt come from the manhole. Demoman took out a flashlight and peered down the tunnel. Roadhog looked right back at him, his large belly clogging up the tunnel.
"I'm stuck." He said bluntly. Demoman couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, making Roadhog growl at him.
"Here matey." Demoman leaned over the hole and stretched out a hand towards Roadhog, who firmly took it. "On the count of three, I'll pull and you'll push. Got it?" Roadhog replied with a nod. "Alright, one...two…"
"Ahem."
Demoman startled a bit at the sound of the voice. He slowly turned around and saw Genji standing behind him, his katana drawn and pointed menacingly at Demoman. "By the order of the Director of Overwatch, you are under arrest for disrupting the peace. Come quietly, and you shall not be harmed." Demoman's eyes widened in surprise. Seeing no other option, he carefully knelt down onto the ground, laying his grenade launcher and stickybomb launcher down. He put his hands behind his head as Genji approached him cautiously. Suddenly, the moment Genji came within arm's reach, Demoman unsheathed Eyelander from its scabbard strapped to his back and took a violent overhead swing at Genji. This move caught him by surprise, giving him barely enough time to deflect the blow. Before Genji could recover, Demoman swiftly grabbed his waist and suplexed him into the manhole.
"Rip 'im apart, Roadie!" Demoman yelled into the manhole. There was only a brief silence before the sounds of painful screams and electrical fizzles echoed from the depths of the manhole. Roadhog's strenuous grunts could be heard amid the mess. After a few seconds of vicious beatings, Genji's robotic limbs started flying out of the hole, starting with his arms. Demoman jumped backwards, narrowly dodging a robotic foot landing before him with a thunk. A few moments later, Genji's agonized cries finally died down as his head was tossed out, covered with severe dents. A chain hook followed the head out of the manhole and latched itself onto the pavement. Demoman saw the chain tighten as the hook dug itself into the ground. A few moments later, Roadhog finally emerged from the manhole, slowly pulling himself out with his chain. He crawled out and laid down on the cold street, panting with exhaustion. Small cuts covered his hands and forearms.
"Gimme a heads up next time you want to throw a ninja on me." Roadhog wheezed. Demoman smiled sheepishly.
"Aye, but ye have ta admit: that worked out pretty bloody well!" The radio on Roadhog's hip started ringing suddenly. Roadhog grabbed it and put it on speaker mode.
"Demo? Roadhog? You there?" Engie's voice blared out of the radio.
"Roadhog here. Demo's right beside me." Roadhog croaked into the radio. Engie gave a sigh of relief.
"Well, it's great that you fellas are alright. It looks like whatever was jammin' our radios is gone now." Engie cleared his throat. "Anyhow, did you two dispose of the corpse yet?"
"Aye matey!" Demoman exclaimed. "We chucked the body into a dumpster and blew it ta next Saturday!" Engineer chuckled.
"I didn't expect anything less from you. Now that the body's disposed of, you two should head back to base, alright?" Engineer paused to wait for a response. "Demo? Roadhog? Anyone there?" He paused once again. After a few seconds, Roadhog spoke quietly into the radio.
"Bad news…" He muttered. "These Talon guys just showed up out of nowhere and surrounded us…" Standing a distance from Demoman and Roadhog were a squadron of Talon gunmen, their assault rifles all aimed at the duo.
"Put your hands behind your head! Now!" Seeing no other option, Demoman and Roadhog knelt down and obliged. They watched as a single Talon gunman, presumably the leader of the group after Genji, started to cautiously approach them.
"Demoman!" A sharp whisper came through the radio, catching Demoman's ear. "Demoman! Pull out Eyelander and say zhese vords!" The duo recognised the voice to be Mercy's. Demoman slowly put his hands onto Eyelander's hilt. The Talon gunman was only a dozen meters away from them now. "Repeat after me. Quietly." Mercy cleared her throat. "O cumhachdach deamhain à ifrinn…" Demoman muttered those words under his breath. Suddenly, he could feel his missing eye's socket fill with more spectral energy then he had ever experienced. "...thoir dhomh an neart a dh'fheumas mi!" Mercy concluded. Demoman continued to whisper back Mercy's words.
"Get up!" The Talon gunman stood above Roadhog and Demoman. He kicked at them. "I said get up!" Suddenly, A pulse of green energy erupted from Eyelander, knocking all the Talon gunmen off their feet. Demoman unsheathed Eyelander and gave a loud roar. Roadhog got back up and looked at Demoman with curiosity.
"This should be interesting…" He remarked. Demoman looked down at the green energy emanating from body. He had never felt better in his life, not even Medic's Übercharge amounted to half of the power that he could feel flowing through him right now. He brought Eyelander down on the nearest Talon gunman's neck and swiftly decapitated him. He watched as Eyelander drew more green energy from the headless corpse, further amplifying its power. The rest of the gunmen had recovered and started shooting at Demoman, but their bullets were caught mid flight by a myriad of small tentacles made of green energy. They were quickly cast aside. The gunmen stopped shooting and were left in fearful awe of the spectacle they just witnessed. Suddenly, just when Demoman was at the peak of his power, he started feeling very tired out of nowhere. He fell to one knee and saw the green energy start to falter around him as it started to dissipate. The gunmen saw this as well and prepared to fire once more. Before they could, however, Roadhog had suddenly jumped in front of Demoman with a full top-loader stuffed into his scrap cannon. "Eat this." He grunted, before unleashing his Whole Hog onto the surprised crowd. After the metal maelstrom ended, all that remained of the Talon gunmen were shredded corpses and a few beat up pieces of equipment here and there. The green energy had fully dissipated by now, leaving Demoman panting with exhaustion. Roadhog unloaded the top loader from his cannon and looked back at Demoman in stunned silence.
"What...in the devil's...name...was that?" Demoman gasped. He grabbed Eyelander and used it as a crutch to hoist himself back up, only to slip and fall back down onto his stomach. Roadhog waddled urgently to his side.
"You alright?" He asked. Demoman gave a weak mutter.
"S-scrumpy...I...need...scrumpy…" Roadhog tilted his head in confusion. "I...carry a...backup shot...left pouch…" Roadhog sighed and opened Demoman's left pouch on his belt. He found a small jar of clear, golden-brownish liquid there. He took it out and opened the lid, releasing an incredibly strong alcoholic odor. Roadhog pulled his head away from the jar and coughed a bit. Demoman, however, seemed to perk up a bit after taking a whiff of it. He swiped the jar from Roadhog's hands and chugged it down in one gulp. The effect was like giving Popeye steroid spiked spinach. Demoman immediately perked up and leapt to his feet, full of energy and livelihood. "Ah ha ha! Nothin' like a shot of musty ole'moonshine-scrumpy that's been sittin' in me pocket for the last few decades to make you feel ten years younger!" He gestured to Roadhog as he picked up his dropped explosive devices and started walking back to the subway entrance with a spring in his step. "Come on, Roadie! We've gotta get back before the moonshine-scrumpy hits me liver! I'll probably be comatose by the time that happens, though." Roadhog chuckled at Demoman's sudden change in attitude.
"The man really does like his alcohol." He thought as he jogged to Demoman's side, ready to catch him in case he fell, as the duo made their way back to base.
Slivers of light passed RED Spy as the dimly lit elevator made its way downwards. The elevator stunk of cigarette smoke and chemicals, but this did not affect him in the slightest. After a short while, the elevator had arrived at its destination. RED Spy walked out and into a narrow hallway. There, a scientist in a long lab coat awaited his arrival.
"Take me to Project Occisor. Now." RED Spy ordered. The scientist turned around and lead him down the hall, all with a blank expression on his face. After some walking, the scientist stopped at a large door made of thick reinforced steel. He scanned a keycard and entered a password into a nearby keypad. The steel doors slowly opened with a loud groan as the scientist stepped aside to let RED Spy through. In the room, there was a gigantic metal vat full of a light blue, luminous, opaque liquid. Various machines and computers lined the room, almost all of them sprouting thick cables that lead straight into the vat. RED Spy walked onto a overhanging platform directly above the vat and looked into its contents. Smiling smugly, he reached towards a button nearby and pushed it. Loud mechanical hisses and clunks filled the room as the light blue liquid started to bubble. Once the bubbling had reached its climax, something began to rise out of the liquid.
It was Sniper.
Tubes of the blue liquid ran in and out of his body. He was bound to a metal cross, in which numerous cables were plugged into. Sniper's breathing was shallow. He cleared his throat, causing blue liquid to seep out of his mouth. Then, he spoke, his voice ragged and spiteful. "What do you want, you bloody wanker?" RED Spy smirked.
"Bushman, you know it is pointless to resist." He stated calmly. "The procedure will be finished, one way or the other. Once you give in-" Sniper chuckled sadly, interrupting RED Spy.
"Once you finish, all my friends will die. You've told me before, mate." Sniper coughed a bit, sending more turquoise liquid shooting out of his lungs. "But...At least I can buy them time...before you finish with me." RED Spy shook his head, his smirk still visible.
"Consider yourself lucky, bushman. It is an honor to be the one to get rid of Overwatch's most dangerous enemies." RED Spy took a small drag on his cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke at Sniper, making him cough even more. "I will admit, your resistance to the procedure is quite admirable. I'm sure if my scientists were not brainwashed slaves, they would want to further study your...exceptional mental state." RED Spy took his cigarette stub out of his mouth and tossed it aside. He took out his disguise kit and pulled a new cigarette from it. "However, let's not get sidetracked. I am here today... because I think I found a way to break you." Sniper looked up. His eyes were light blue and glowing faintly because of the liquid. "Recently, my scientists have suggested that I use some sort of intense emotional shock to break your mind. So I have been pondering day and night since then to think of what you loved most." RED Spy started pacing around on the platform, his disguise kit still in hand. "Then, just last night, I had a breakthrough." He chuckled. Sniper started feeling nervous.
"What would that be then, mate?" RED Spy looked back and snapped his fingers. A burly security guard lumbered forth from the shadows. Sniper recognized him. He was the same guard that had beat Widowmaker during her first night at Overwatch HQ. RED Spy looked down at his disguise kit and pressed a button. A cloud of reddish smoke enveloped him as his disguise started to take form.
"Funny…" He said through the cloud. "...I don't even have to change my accent." The cloud lifted, and Sniper saw who RED Spy had transformed into.
Widowmaker.
Just the sight of her alone was enough to make Sniper twinge. His mental state, no matter how strong, had suffered quite a bit the past two weeks, leaving him mentally vulnerable. The guard held a gun up to RED Spy's head. "Mundy!" RED Spy yelled using Widowmaker's voice. Sniper could feel his sanity on the brink. "Mundy! Please! Do what RED Spy says! They-they will kill me if you don't!" Fake tears fell from RED Spy's eyes, leaving Sniper wide eyed.
"A-Amelie...no…" He could not take his eyes off of RED Spy. The guard shoved RED Spy to the ground and put the gun right up to his head. This image had burned itself into Sniper's mind. "No…" He muttered uselessly. Suddenly, it happened.
He broke.