Chapter 18: The Word of a Traitor

Tracer wasn't sure what she was looking at, standing in the dimly lit makeshift laboratory. Medic and Mercy were feverishly making final adjustments to a large, black, garbage bag-like sack hanging from the ceiling that was bloated with some sort of liquid. The sack twitched every so often, usually when Medic or Mercy changed its IV tubes. Stacks of chemical-filled IV bags lined the room, some on stands, some on tables, and some dropped haphazardly on the tile floor. Medic and Mercy themselves looked burnt-out and grizzled. Medic had taken off his lab coat and his tie. Mercy had changed into her own lab coat and let her hair down. Faint black rings had formed under their eyes as they slaved away analyzing data and changing IV bags. After three days of non-stop working, they were finally ready to show Tracer the fruits of their labor.

"Alright…" Mercy said, stretching her back. "Diedrich and I have run zhe last of zhe diagnostics and injected zhe last of zhe needed lemicals."

"Chemicals, darling." Medic corrected without looking up. He seemed a bit less tired than Mercy, which isn't saying much. "I've been telling you to give my Kritzkrieg a try, mein schatz! One breath of its fluid can revitalize you for a brief vhile." Medic urged. He reached over to his Kritzkrieg hanging on a rack nearby, held the nozzle up to his face, and shot a puff of glowing red mist out. He took a deep breath and immediately perked up a bit. Mercy scoffed.

"Please. Zhe only reason your Kritzkrieg can give you any energy at all is because you used methamphetamine as zhe binding agent in its solution." Medic shrugged.

"Don't vorry, mein schatz. I've implanted cobra livers into every member on my team, including myself, to dilute zhe effects of zhe crystal meth so ve can only feel its re-energizing attributes." Mercy sighed.

"I don't have any cobra livers in me, so please refrain fro-"

"GUYS!" Tracer's yell seemed to snap Medic and Mercy out of their conversation. "Sorry for yelling, but I really don't have all day, so can we get a move on?" Medic sheepishly rubbed his head.

"Sorry Lena. Anyvays, vhat you see in front of you is a masterpiece of medical research!" Medic gestured with his arms extravagantly. "Zhe two most brilliant minds on zhe planet have come togezher to grow a man from a tiny finger!" Mercy chuckled at Medic's exaggerated presentation.

"I vill admit, zhis is quite zhe project you have given us, but I believe zhat ve have pulled zhrough." Mercy walked over to the large sack, pulling a flashlight from her coat pocket, being careful to not trip over any dropped IV bags. She stepped behind it and shined the flashlight into the bag. Tracer could see the silhouette of a man curled up in fetal position. One large tube was connected to the man's abdomen, like an umbilical cord. "We essentially created an artificial vomb and used the DNA code in zhe finger you gave us to grow BLU Spy back from scratch." Mercy explained.

"Ja! Ve zhen used a variety of methods to accelerate zhe growth rate exponentially! From fetus to man in zhree days time! Memories included as vell!" Medic smiled with accomplishment. Tracer nodded.

"So, is he ready to be released?" She asked. Medic took his Kritzkrieg off of its rack, strapped on the backpack it was attached to, and pointed the nozzle at the sack. Mercy grabbed her Caduceus Staff from a nearby desk and aimed it at the sack as well. Simultaneously, they both activated their respective healing devices, latching their beams onto the sack. The sack started to pulsate and wriggle as the healing beams started to intensify.

"Activate zhe charge now!" Mercy ordered. Medic dutifully hit a switch on the side of the Kritzkrieg. Tracer watched as its beam immediately outshined the Caduceus Staff's. The sack started crackling with red energy, twitching and throbbing even more now. "Stabilizing energy fluctuations…" Mercy reported. She was trying to control her staff as if she was handling a wild anaconda. She periodically switched between her healing and damage boost beams as she struggled to stand her ground. After a few seconds, the energy had finally subsided from the sack. Medic and Mercy lowered their devices and watched intently. Suddenly, a muffled yell erupted from within the sack. It started to thrash around violently, causing Tracer to step back. Medic grabbed his bonesaw from a nearby tray.

"Shall ve, mein schatz?" He asked Mercy. She nodded and stood back. Medic took a deep breath and held up his bonesaw. "Alright, stand back everyone!" He slashed at the side of the bag, cutting it wide open. Instantly, red liquid spewed out from it, splashing onto the floor. A bald, naked man soon tumbled out after the liquid, collapsing onto the hard floor. Tracer blinked backwards in surprise. The man instantly started screaming at the top of his lungs. He wriggled about on the floor like a worm, opening his eyes soon after. After a while, he had stopped yelling, and was instead taking deep breaths while letting his eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. Tracer looked on in disgust. The red liquid was all over the floor now, soaking everyone's shoes in it. The sound of the man's breathing filled the room.

"So… Do you mind warning me the next time you send your goons to beat me to death?" BLU Spy muttered. He sat up and looked at Tracer grudgingly.

"Right...sorry about that." Tracer said sheepishly. She slowly approached BLU Spy. "How are you… feeling right now?" She asked. BLU Spy chuckled.

"Like I'm ten years younger." He replied. He got up and rubbed his chin, feeling for his stubble. "Hmm, how long before my hair grows back in, doctor?" He asked Medic.

"Let's see here...at least two veeks." He replied. Medic yawned and put his arm around Mercy, who rested her head on Medic's shoulder. "Now, if you vill excuse us, Angela and I vill be taking our vell needed break. I believe zhat you have got zhe situation under control now, Lena?" Tracer nodded in response. "Wunderbar! Don't bozher calling for us in zhe next day or so!" And with that, Medic and Mercy exited the lab and started making for their room. Tracer turned back to BLU Spy.

"Right. First things first, let's get you some clothes." She said. BLU Spy chuckled.

"What? You can't tell me that you feel truly bothered seeing me naked." Tracer paused. "After all, you seemed to enjoy yourself quite so during your little...sexual excursion with RED Spy." Tracer's face reddened with embarrassment.

"H-how did you know?" She asked angrily.

"I am a Spy, mademoiselle. It is my job to know everything about everyone." BLU Spy retorted. Tracer sighed and handed BLU Spy a cheap, blue jumpsuit, which he squinted his eyes in disgust at. "What are these rags you are handing me!? I cannot embark on dangerous errands in these dilapidated rags! I demand a freshly laundered Louis-Crabbemarché jacket and a pair of-"

"Take it. It's all you're gonna get." Tracer said firmly. BLU Spy sighed and unwillingly took the jumpsuit from Tracer's hands. He slipped it on, trying to not get it wet from the liquid on the ground.

"Funny how you would take the time to have a clone cloned." BLU Spy stated.

"What? What do you mean by that?" Tracer asked. BLU Spy's eyes widened in surprise.

"You do not know? You just think that the BLU team looks exactly like the RED team by coincidence?" He scoffed. "The entire BLU team consists of cloned RED team members! Making sure that none of us are seen with our original counterparts is one of the Administrator's most stressful tasks."

"Yeah, yeah." Tracer said dismissively. "Well, keeping you away from the people who killed you is gonna be my job for the rest of the time you're staying here." She handed BLU Spy a thin cotton balaclava, which he put on. "Remember: You can only be seen by Medic, Mercy, Scout, Widowmaker, Reaper, and me. However, the best scenario would be to not be seen by anyone. Got it?" She ordered in a stern voice. BLU Spy nodded.

"Keeping out of sight is something I am very proficient at." He responded confidently. This made Tracer feel a bit more comforted.

"Alright then, if you say so." Tracer turned around and started walked out of the lab. "Follow me. I'll show you to your room. There, I'll brief you on your mission." BLU Spy started at her with confusion.

"Mission? What mission?" He asked. Tracer stopped and turned her head slightly.

"You think I'd save someone like you if I didn't have a reason?" She asked BLU Spy coldly. A long silence hung in the air until BLU Spy broke it with a sigh.

"Look, Lena. If it makes you feel any better, I'm...sorry...for all the horrid things I've done." BLU Spy's apology caught Tracer's ear. "RED Spy...he payed me unbelievably large sums of cash to do most of his dirty work. Now, I can see that this is indeed his doing, and that he has cast me aside like a useless insect." Tracer turned around, seeing BLU Spy hanging his head in shame. "I will not lie, I didn't see any of this coming. RED Spy's original plan was so much simpler… He had me convinced that we were only going to sabotage Overwatch for financial gain, but I had no idea that he would go this far." BLU Spy looked up and approached Tracer, looking her in the eyes. "I hope that my service can amend my past sins, mon amie." He muttered as he knelt before her gallantly, bowing his head down once again.

"Great. I'll brief you in five." Tracer said as she turned back around, surprising BLU Spy.

"What!? I don't even get a 'thank you' in response? Do you know how much effort it took to even get the word 'sorry' out of my mouth?" He looked up at Tracer, annoyed. She started walking out of the room.

"Look sunshine, save your apologies until after you do what I say." She said coldly. "Now, please. Just shut up and come with me." BLU Spy sighed.

"Very well, Lena." He lamented as he got back on his feet and followed Tracer out.

To all who receives this letter,

First, I must thank you for even bothering to see what I have to say. The fact that you even bothered to open this letter seeing that it was from me already gives me hope. It truly means a lot. All of you need to know that Talon has been gutted inside out as well. The bulk of our forces have fallen under Chavern Ronseau's (RED Spy's) control. I have gathered the remaining Talon forces and set up base in Maximilien's casino in Monaco, France. This is our final stronghold. Thankfully, our situation is not as dire as the Overwatch resistance's, which is why this letter even made it out to you in the first place. Unfortunately, this is also why we cannot sent a copy of this letter to the Overwatch resistance in Houston, Texas. This means that you are our only saving grace.

A full list of everyone whom this letter has been sent to:

-Mikhail Koscatovil

-Aleksandra Zaryanova

-Jack Morrison

-Dell Conagher (Senior)

-Hanzo Shimada

-Jesse Mccree

For those whom it may concern, I hope you all are willing to put Overwatch and Talon's blood feud behind us for now. Believe me when I say humanity's every existence is at stake here, so I suggest you all make your way to Maximilien's casino in two week's time through any means necessary. There will be a teleporter going into the casino hidden inside of the meat locker of the "Boston Fried Giblets" restaurant located on Montage Street in Monaco. After the two week deadline, I'm afraid that I must destroy the teleporter to keep the enemy from finding it.

Best of luck,

Gabriel Reyes

"Eyelander? Come out. We need ta talk." Demoman sat in his room, on the edge of his mattress. Eyelander lay across his lap, unsheathed. A faint green light started to radiate from Eyelander's blade.

"So…" Eyelander's ghastly voice hissed. "It certainly took you a while, but it looks like you've finally said the words." Demoman held Eyelander up to his face, his eye burning with anger.

"What have ye be hidin' from me, ya bloody ghost sword!? What are you!?" He shouted, shaking Eyelander violently.

"I suppose now that you've actually bothered to activate me, I have nothing else to hide." Demoman's hands steadied themselves as he gritted his teeth.

"I thought we were best mates, Eyelander! What would ye have to hide from me!?" He shouted, his voice filled with accusation. "Five long bloody years we've been togetha', and ye still 'ave th' resolve to hide something so important from me for all that time!?" Eyelander's light grew stronger.

"Listen to me, Tavish." He rasped. "It's been over six hundred years since someone was able to last activate my true form. Do you know what it even takes to do so?" Demoman listened with confusion as Eyelander raved on. "You can slaughter an entire village of pure blood virgins and it still won't be enough! If only you knew the scale of the situation, you'd truly understand!"

"Then BLOODY TELL ME!" Demoman roared, shaking Eyelander once again. "TELL ME WHY!" His arms steadied as he set Eyelander back onto his lap. Eyelander sighed.

"I guess I will start from the beginning then…" He said. Demoman nodded in agreement. Eyelander took a deep, non-existent breath, and started his tale.

You see, Tavish. I am no mere spirit. I'm a demon from the depths of hell. Ever since Bombinomicon left Merasmus and became the Devil by blowing up Lucifer, he's been treating the underworld like his personal plaything. During that time, I was known as 'Illerder the Headtaker'. I was one of Lord Lucifer's deadliest demons. In fact, he only seemed to call on me to catch the most dangerous of spirits who had escaped from hell, like Zephaniah Mann.

However, Bombinomicon didn't share the same views that Lucifer did. He banished all of Lucifer's followers to the surface world tens of thousands of years back in time and wiped our memories clean, leaving us to wander astray in an unfamiliar setting. I am sure that some of my comrades still haven't found themselves yet to this day. Due to pure cunning on my part, I avoided the memory wipe and decided to find purpose in this new life by taking on a new physical form. One that would not only grant me the meaning I desire, but also would become a companion to a human.

As you are familiar, whenever you choose to bring me into battle, I sap some of your strength. That is because I need to in order to keep hold onto this form. However, in order for me to take any person's energy they must first strike a deal with me. I'm sure you remember the first time we met. How I said that I would give you great power if you gave me a bit of yours. I did that with every human I had been paired with. I left out the fact that I was a demon to not intimidate my clients any further.

Yes, I chose to become a blade. I've possessed swords, scythes, axes, sickles… anything that could take heads. The form you see me in now, however, is one that I have remained in for centuries. It all started with your ancestor, Alastair Degroot. It is his sword I've possessed, for he was the first of your bloodline I've managed to find.

You see, I cannot be wielded by a normal human. I can only be used by those whose souls had been tarnished by murder, for that is the power I must leech off of. Alastair wasn't just another tyrannical ruler who hid behind his guards all day. He took pleasure in leading his troops into battle time and time again. He never hired an executioner, preferring to carry out his sentences himself, and often without a trial. He wasn't a man who killed for his people, but for his own sadistic pleasures instead. Of course, I didn't care. In fact, the sheer amount of murderous energy I absorbed from him was why I was able to keep my physical form for 600 years after he threw me to the bottom of the sea to pursue a life of peace after being defeated by Medic and Mercy. Mann co. eventually found me on a salvaging mission and offered me as a gift to you.

"Ach, I guessed as much." Demoman replied. He had been enraptured by Eyelander's story. "I remember that me father told me stories of a powerful ghost sword that served that monster Alastair." Eyelander chuckled.

"Well, I'm glad to have served in your lineage." He said politely. He then cleared his non-existent throat. "Now that we've caught up, it's time to focus on the present situation. You are crap at controlling my powers." Demoman smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, ya did catch me by surprise earlier. Hell, I don't even know what you're bloody devil powers are!" He responded.

"I understand that, Tavish. Thit is not something I can teach you myself, however. That is why we must find someone to help us." Eyelander said. "I do have someone in mind, though. You and your team have met him in the past on several occasions." Demoman sighed exasperatingly.

"Don't tell me…Now I gotta go crawlin' to that dress wearin' eye-stealer?" He complained. Eyelander chuckled.

"Don't blame me, now. He's the only being I know of who can train you and won't kill you on sight." Demoman raised an eyebrow.

"What do ya mean 'won't kill me on sight'? He's tried ta before!" He asked.

"Not when he sees me, he won't." Eyelander replied. "Alright, now that we have cleared matters up, it's about time we set off on our quest."

"How do ye say we do that? Overwatch 'as got us surrounded on all sides! Besides, how would the rest of them fair with one of their best men gone to search for a wizard?" Demoman questioned. Eyelander's glow started to strengthen even more.

"I can sense that a soul has been rebirthed in this very building, so they won't be a person down. As for how we escape…just hold onto me tightly and do not let go under any circumstances." Demoman looked bewildered, but obeyed. His knuckles clenched as his hands tightened around Eyelander's grip. Suddenly, Eyelander emitted a blinding bright green light. "Let's go find Merasmus…" And with those words, the duo vanished in a quick flash, leaving not a trace of their presence in the room.

"She's a beaut, ain't she." Engineer said proudly. He and Pharah were looking through a huge glass pane, into a massive room. In the center or it stood a strange tower with a cylinder of glittering panels sitting on the top of it. Radar dishes were placed randomly around the length of the tower, stretching all the way down. "I reckon that I can get the prototype up and runnin' in a week or so, and if everythin' goes accorin' to plan, it'll be easy street from here on out." Pharah smiled at the thought of that.

"The enemy knows about our trump card. Their siege is unrelenting, hindering the superweapon's progress." Pharah glanced over at Engineer. "It also doesn't help that we only have one actual engineer in this entire base." Engineer chuckled.

"Y'all have been a big help, though. Riskin' your lives to go above ground to get me materials, helpin' me hoist these hunks of metal into place, don't go on sellin' yourselves short here." Engineer praised. Pharah smiled softly.

"Thank you, Dell." She leaned over and gave Engineer a nudge. "...or should I say: Director Conagher." Engineer looked away shyly. He wasn't used to be called something as high and mighty as "Director." Suddenly, a glint of light caught Pharah's eye amid the dimly lit structure. Her eyes widened in sudden realization. She had fought enough snipers to know what that glint was. She swiftly tackled Engineer to the ground.

*BANG!*

Engineer and Pharah could feel the bullet slice through the air above them. Pharah rolled off Engineer, took out her pistol, and fired a few shots at where she saw the glint of light. Sure enough, she saw a figure dart away from the spot and behind a corner. Engineer got back up and took out his pistol as well. He held his radio to his mouth.

"All units be advised! We've got an assassin in the base! I repeat, we've got an assassin in the base!" Pharah grabbed Engineer's shoulder.

"Director! We must get you to the saferoom!" She yelled urgently. Engineer nodded in agreement. The two of them started making their way out of the room, keeping an eye out for the mysterious assassin.

The alarm woke Widowmaker up quite suddenly. She immediately leapt out of her musty bed and grabbed her rifle. She had no time to change into her skin tight jumpsuit, so her tattered sports bra and dirty sweatpants would have to do. She burst out of her room, rifle in assault mode. She looked both ways across the hall, seeing no threat. Silently, she crept out from her room, taking care to not brazenly run into the intruder. Suddenly, she heard something fast dash past behind her. She whipped around, just managing to catch a glimpse of a humanoid figure skittering up a wall. It suddenly stopped and turned its head at Widowmaker, letting her finally see who he was.

Sniper.

His eyes were glowing light-blue, devoid of any humanity whatsoever. His movements were that of a spider, his limbs spread out and bent in abnormal angles. His face was stiff and expressionless, a grave contrast to what Widowmaker was used to seeing. Before she could react, Sniper leapt off the wall and landed on all fours on the ground, making Widowmaker back away in surprise. In the blink of an eye, he pounced onto Widowmaker, tackling her to the floor. Her rifle was knocked out of her hand, landing out of arm's reach. Her heartbeat quickened. She was running out of ways to fight back. Despite all of her struggling, Sniper's grip didn't budge. She looked up in panic. Sniper reached behind him with a crooked arm and slowly drew his kukri. Widowmaker yelled out.

"Mundy! Stop!" She cried. Her words had no effect on Sniper, who just stared back at her emotionlessly. "I don't know what they did to you, but you have to snap out of it!" The kukri started nearing Widowmaker's shoulder. The moment Sniper leaned in close enough, Widowmaker headbutted him in the face. A sickening crack was heard as her forehead burrowed into Sniper's nose, snapping his head backwards. Suddenly, Widowmaker felt the touch of cold metal on her left hand. She looked over and saw her rifle sitting right in the middle of her palm. Instinctively, she burst free of Sniper's grip while he was stunned, aimed the rifle at his chest, and fired.

The bullet sent Sniper flying backwards, landing with a bone-jarring crunch on the hard tile floor. Widowmaker immediately got back up. "I didn't think that they would get you too..." She muttered, walking over to Sniper. "Next time we meet, I swear that I'll find a way to free you, and-" Suddenly, Sniper leapt back onto his feet and pulled out his SMG, catching Widowmaker by surprise. The bullet had torn a hole in his clothing, but was stopped by what looked like a thick scaly hide on his chest instead of normal skin. Without hesitating, Sniper opened fire, hitting Widowmaker in the chest a few times. She desperately looked around the barren hallway for anything to hide behind, but to no avail. Just as she braced herself for the killing blow, Sniper's bullet onslaught suddenly stopped. Widowmaker opened her eyes again to see a tranquilizer dart sticking out of Sniper's unprotected neck. He fell over clumsily, unconscious. The pain from the bullet wounds was shooting throughout her chest. Suddenly, the sound of a man grunting in pain caught Widowmaker's ear. She looked across from her, and couldn't believe her eyes.

BLU Spy lay beside her. He had taken a bullet from Sniper to the shoulder. A tranquilizer gun was lying beside him. He looked up at Widowmaker, a slightly concerned look in his eyes. "Call for the doctors...Don't make me take a bullet for you for nothing…" With those words, he gave her a faint smile before he cloaked. Widowmaker could hear his footsteps echoing down the hall through the massive pain in her chest. She weakly reached for the radio on her hip and raised it to her lips. "I-I need healing..." was all she could get out before passing out.

30 minutes ago…

Tracer sat cross-legged in her room, anxiously waiting for BLU Spy to return from his mission. Suddenly, she heard fast footsteps coming down the hallway towards her room. Her door was flung open by an invisible force. "Lena! I bring terrible news!" BLU Spy said urgently as he decloaked. He shut the door and looked at Tracer with a grim expression. "I've done what you've asked. I've infiltrated their siege forces and hacked into their database. I tried to gather as much information as possible." Tracer stood from her stool.

"Well? Out with it!" She urged. BLU Spy took a moment to readjust his tie and his composure.

"I rushed back as quick as I can when I found this out. They will be sending something called 'Project Occisor' at us any moment now. Given that 'Occisor' means 'Killer' in Latin, we must take immediate action!" BLU Spy pulled out his cigarette case and flipped a switch on it. "Luckily, I took a few pictures of some things that looked important. Hopefully a senior Overwatch member such as yourself can make more sense out of these photographs than I could." He handed Tracer the case, its screen showing pictures of various signs and documents. "Just skim through them. I don't think we have much time left." Tracer scrolled through the pictures one by one, carefully examining each and every one of them. After a while, her eyes fell on a picture of a document. Upon closer inspection, she could make out some of the words. Squinting her eyes, she read it out loud.

"The Ludwig Procedure: Human augmentation via soul-tampering." Tracer's eyes darted back and forth as she tried to pick up as much of the document that she could. "I can't believe what I'm reading right now…Soul transplants? Demonic infusement? What is all this?" BLU Spy cleared his throat.

"Yes, that particular document piqued my interest as well." He said bluntly. "However, I think that we should focus on preparing for Project Occisor's assault right now instead of looking into these fil-" Suddenly, the alarm system's loud blaring cut BLU Spy off. Tracer looked up at the flashing alarm lights.

"There's an intruder in the base!" She exclaimed. BLU Spy's eyes widened.

"Lena, I am willing to bet you my entire life savings that this intruder is Project Occisor." He said tensely. Tracer blinked over to her nightstand and grabbed a tablet from the drawer. On the its screen were feeds of all the security cameras in the base, organized into neat columns and rows. Tracer's eyes darted back and forth between feeds, desperately searching for anything that resembled a person. Suddenly, her eyes fell onto the Superweapon Examination Bay's camera, where Engineer and Pharah were gazing at the Superweapon through the bay's thick plexiglass windows. As they made idle chit-chat, they failed to notice a man crawl silently into the room. Tracer gasped in horror, catching BLU Spy's ear. He dashed to her side.

"What? What is it?" He asked urgently. His words died on his lips as he saw the what was unfolding on screen. The man stealthily dashed into position and took out his rifle. "It's Sniper!" BLU Spy exclaimed. "Sniper is the intruder! I recognize that rifle!" The two of them looked on in frightful suspense as Sniper laid down onto his stomach and took aim.

"Why aren't they doing anything!? The alarm's wailing like a banshee and those two are still just standing there!" Tracer yelled.

"Any amatuer assassin would know to disable the alarm system closest to their targets, if not to the whole base." Luckily, Pharah noticed Sniper at the last second and tackled Engineer to the floor. Tracer and BLU Spy sighed in relief as Pharah and Engineer returned fire, driving Sniper away.

"My god…" Tracer remarked. "For a second there, I thought the resistance was finished…" She wiped her forehead in relief. BLU Spy suddenly gasped in realization, catching Tracer's attention.

"If there's anything I've learned from my time posing as Winston..." Tracer grimaced a bit at the mention of that incident. "...If there's any trace of the bushman's personality left, I know who he will go to now that his targets are on the alert." BLU Spy pulled out a tranquilizer gun from his jumpsuit's pocket. "On the off chance that I am wrong, are you sure you can defend yourself should he come for you next?" He asked, a bit of concern in his voice. Tracer was taken back at his tone.

"Yeah. Don't worry about me, love." She replied. BLU Spy smiled before fading from view and running out of the room, leaving Tracer in her lonesome. She chuckled. BLU Spy might be a slimy snake of a man, but he was loyal. "All the more reason to keep an eye on him." Tracer thought. After all, who knew if BLU Spy's loyalty wasn't all a giant ploy?

The next day, somewhere deep underground…

RED Spy walked timidly down the ominous hall. Tall pillars made of black marble sprouted out of the hard tile floor, stretching far into the dark abyss above. He looked back and forth, his eyes filled with terror. "S-Sir? Did you call for me?" He asked timidly.

"Ey-hey! It's my favorite guy! How's my favorite demon doing, eh?" A rather nasal voice echoed throughout the hall, making RED Spy jump. "Hmm… Oh man, that look in your eyes means you don't have good stuff, do you? Come on buddy, tell me I'm wrong." RED Spy gulped in fear.

"A-actually sir...It's about Project Occisor…" The voice cut him off with a joyous cackle.

"Ah ha! I knew it! Occisor pulled it off, didn't he? Aw man, I really love that guy, ya know? He's the best of the best! Good stuff, good stuff." RED Spy looked down, trembling. "Hey, why the long face, buddy?" The voice implored. RED Spy took a deep breath before replying.

"Oc-occisor...f-f-failed, sir." He braced himself. The voice didn't respond at first, but soon gave a small chuckle.

"See? This is what I hate about this whole mess! When one of us wants to go into the real world, we have to take over a fleshbag! I'm sure Occisor was just still getting used to his new body, you know?" RED Spy was surprised that the voice was taking this so well. "In fact, I'm so impressed with you, man. You've done so much in that fleshbag! Turning Overwatch into a heap of burning caca, along with those pesky mercs." RED Spy immediately fell to his knees and bowed.

"Sir, you are most merciful!" He praised. The voice chuckled again.

"No no no, it's not mercy I'm showing. If I had a reason to kill you, man, I'd do it in a heartbeat. That day hasn't come yet, mi amigo." RED Spy humbly got back up and nodded.

"I promise that I will not fail, sir!" He boasted.

"Heh, good stuff, man. Good stuff. Now get outta here. You're cutting into my beauty sleep." With those words, RED Spy was whisked out of the hallway in a brilliant flash of light. Once he was gone, the voice sighed. "This place is so cramped. Hell's just not big enough these days." He paused. "Earth has gotta be way bigger than this dump. I can't wait!"