*Venice: Rialto*
"Is the way clear?"
"Oui"
"Alright, moving in in five" Sombra said as they unzipped their luggage and began putting together their weapons under the cover of darkness.
Quillion fitted everything he could onto himself. All pockets full of magazines, while the Barrier Projectors, the last Biotic Field, grenades, extra armor discs, and knife hung around his belt.
Injecting himself with the healing fluids from a health pack, he drank the rest of the contents before finally slapping on an armor disc, ensuring he will be at his peak for his final mission.
The other two have much simpler setups.
Agong's kit is nothing more than a few packs of snacks and a huge, heavily customized pistol that he could fit in his huge hand.
Sombra merely threw on her jacket and is equipped with nothing more than a machine pistol.
Peeking out the corner, they looked at the entrance of the mansion again, triple checking for guards.
"I don't like this, it's too easy" Quillion said as his glasses did not, or are unable, to pick up anything in and around the building.
"Of course it's easy, my darling took care of it" Agong boasted.
Ignoring him, Sombra opened her palm and the layout of the base floated above it as she repeated the plan.
They will first enter the main hall to make their way to the two staircases at the back end, which would lead them to a small library, where she will hack the hidden elevator to go down to the base.
Once there, she will rush to the Security Office to liaise with Widowmaker, who should have full control of the feeds to guide Quillion and Agong to kill a man named 'Doomfist' in his office.
"He is not the target" Quillion said immediately.
"Hey, you came to me to find the ones responsible for the First Crisis, he is responsible"
"What about the others? The ones who attacked me in King's Row?"
"He is the head honcho. If he is in trouble, they will come to you, trust me"
"Show me where they will be if they do not come" he demanded.
"I told you- Wait… Where's Agong?"
He looked around him and saw that he is indeed missing.
"Oh please no…" he groaned.
Looking towards the mansion, they saw him already tugging at the door.
"Hijo de… Lets go!"
They darted out after him, who pulled the door free with a loud crack, only catching up to him when he is already inside.
"Why?" was all Quillion could manage, scanning the dark corners around them with both glasses and rifle.
"Both of you are always talking, time for some action!" he said loudly, his voice echoing around them.
"Keep your voice down!" Sombra whispered desperately.
"Why? There's literally no one around!" he said before he felt something hard poke his neck.
"Shut. Your. Mouth."
Never before has Quillion been so tempted to pull the trigger as he bury the barrel of his rifle into the surprisingly sturdy neck.
"Oh… Sowwy" Agong said in a sing song tone.
Entering the back room Sombra quickly hack the elevator and it's doors open behind a bookshelf.
"No points for originality, I know" she said as they enter.
"Anything to watch out for when we get there?" Quillion asked.
"If we are lucky, they won't know we are coming"
"And how can we possibly know that?"
"There will be people working" she said simply.
"I like this, no weight limit" Agong commented as the elevator moves smoothly down.
"Believe it or not, there's someone similar to your size in Talon"
"Oh yes, I've met him, he can throw a punch too"
"Let's hope we don't meet him"
Quillion said nothing as he took deep breaths to calm a strange sense of excitement. He is so close to finishing what he has been frozen to do.
But a thought has bothered him for a while and he decided now would be the best time to ask.
"Why are you here?"
Realizing the question is for her, she shrugged.
"I know why I am here, but I do not know why you are here"
"A story for another time"
At those words, they heard the sounds of a rifle charging.
"You are leading us into a trap aren't you?"
"If I have told you why I am doing this, would it have changed your mind?" she asked calmly.
He cocked his rifle as his reply.
"Fine…" she sighed, leaning on the wall.
"I just got wind that Doomfist is going to assassinate some guy from the UN, we are here to stop him before that happens"
"And why should any of us care about this?"
"If this war continues and without that guy, the Null Sector will breeze through the world. I can't allow that"
"How noble" he said sarcastically.
"Hey, if you worked as hard as I have, would you want to give up your power so easily?"
"Meaning?"
"Knowledge is power, information is power, but if the world is too busy to care about them, they're worthless"
"That's why you're here then? To keep your power?"
"Hey, powerful people always fight each other"
"I'm just here to ask my love to go back to my city in Malaysia, you should come too Quillion! Everyone will be happy to see their great hero!" Agong added.
Quillion merely sighed.
It has been nearly a year since he breathed Malaysian air... Perhaps he should take up that offer if they survive this so that he could tear apart this drug empire that scars its memory.
*Ding*
*Talon Base*
The doors slide open and no one was there to stop them.
Or more accurately, there was no one there.
"They know we are coming" Quillion whispered.
"Widow? Are you sure there are no ambushes?"
"Oui"
Sombra waited for a snarky remark but it never came.
"Widow… Who was your last kill?"
When there was no reply, she tore the earpiece away and destroyed it with a stomp.
"What did you do that for? My love is still on the line!"
"Stupid… Stupid!" she scolded herself.
A clanging sound came from above them. The cable has been cut.
"There goes our exit" Agong said, pulling out a small packet from his pocket.
Peeking out of the elevator, Quillion carefully scan every corner and still it detected nothing.
"We can't do anything by sitting around here, we need to move"
"Agree, here" she said, tossing him an earpiece.
"What's the plan?"
"We will go straight to the main office, I'll scout ahead and look for ambushes"
"Right?"
"Right" she said before turning invisible.
"Well… I guess now we just have to wait" he said to himself, ignoring the snorting sound from Agong.
There are three ways to the office.
Straight ahead is the fastest way to their target, however it is also the most ideal path for ambushes. Filled with many corners and backed by an Armory, Barracks, and what Sombra called an Arena. It can be easily defended with a couple of squads and still hold off a platoon.
If they take the left corridor, they will have to go through the Nursery and the Medical Bay. For some reason Sombra is adamant not to take that route because of 'dangerous individuals'.
Finally, the right is the longest but somewhat safest way to the office, with nothing more than a Mess Hall and a Storage Room, it is the most ideal place for them to push through before reinforcements from the Port could assist.
Still he detest the idea of willingly walking into an ambush of any kind. Regardless if one knows there is an ambush or not, engaging in one always equates to heavy costs.
"ALRIGHT! TIME FOR SOME ACTION!" Agong roared, charging out of the elevator and speeding straight towards the Arena.
Quillion merely stood in the elevator, still as a statue as his mind tries to process what just happened. Looking down, he saw a package with traces of yellow powder.
"Oi! Stop that pendejo!" Sombra shouted into his ear, snapping him back into action.
With surprising speed, Agong sped past the straight hallway, bulldozing away anything in his path.
"Troopers up ahead!"
Quillion picked up his pace but it was too late as flashes of gunfire appeared. With a roar, Agong slammed himself into the makeshift barrier, smashing it aside as easily as running through a finishing tape.
Easily putting down the dazed defenders, Quillion tore off his glasses, as they are not showing anything.
"Watch out!" Sombra shouted.
He saw the Assassin coming but could not react in time. Tackled to the ground, he felt his armor is already being shredded by the Assassin as it immediately slashed violently against his chest. Unable to see any openings, he could only shield himself from the relentless attack.
Almost immediately, the lights in its armor disappeared and its movements are locked in place, as if its system is shut down.
Pulling out his knife, he drove it deep into its neck before pushing it off him. For extra measures, he added a bullet into its head as Sombra walks by.
"That's a bit excessive eh?" she commented.
"Keep moving" he snarled, slapping on another armor disc.
With the element of surprise gone, they charged in, providing additional firepower to the attack. Like a tank, Agong took the brunt of the defender's arsenal, which would have easily taken down an elephant, so whatever is keeping the man up, they hoped it is enough.
Then the ground trembled.
"Looks like they're sending in the big boys" Sombra said when they saw two Heavy Assault units exiting the Armory.
*Doomfist's Office*
"Your friends are putting up quite a show"
Widowmaker said nothing, held suspended in the air by Sigma.
"I'm disappointed Lacroix, you should've known that if you came back without a body, we would suspect you"
"That's… Impressive…" SS28 said, watching Agong holding his own against a Heavy Assault unit alone, whilst Quillion and Sombra team up to fight the other.
She tried moving her arms again, but like the many times before, she is firmly secured in the unseen force.
"Well, shall we continue with the reconditioning?" Moira asked, raising her right hand.
Widowmaker looked at her with scared eyes when Doomfist nodded.
"Now… Tell me how this feels"
Unable to scream, she writhed violently as the purple stream snaked its way around her body, reviving days of torturous pain.
"There is no point resisting, we broke you once, we can break you again"
Desperate, Widowmaker held onto any memories that she could hold. Kills, missions, her unfinished work in Chateau Guillard, spiders, the grave…
The graveyard.
The image burned strongly in her mind, the possibilities of what could be in it, the unknown reasons why she would visit that place every year like some sort of religion. Her desire to know the answers provided her mind a small fortress against the torrents of pain.
For now.
All she needs to do is hold out until they come for her.
*Talon Base: Arena*
Bursting through another door, Agong doubled over, his hand over his knee as he gasped for breath.
Quillion looked around.
They must be in the arena, made obvious with a floor filled with sand and a few broken pillars. Looking up he saw that there are multiple floors that anyone could easily shoot down at them.
"Hey we need to keep moving!" he said, trying to pull the large man to his feet.
"Give me a second…"
"Common!"
"I said give me a second!"
His usual sarcasm gone and clearly on edge due to the drugs. His body is now bloody and covered with dust or shoot, but his eyes are still alive, making him look like a violent statue that is ready for the next fight.
"Why must you charge out like that" he asked.
"You said... Straight... To the main office... So I go straight..."
"I said right!"
"No, you said straight..."
"Well done coming this far" a voice echoed from above.
They looked up and saw a large man wielding a gauntlet.
Before they could retaliate, the man snapped his fingers and every level above them lit up like the stars as hundreds of machine guns roared at them with such intensity that they molded into one singular sound. Nowhere below them is safe as every corner is torn apart by bullets.
To the Trooper's surprise, someone is fighting back, as they are being killed off one by one by high explosive rounds that came from below.
Doomfist watched in interest for a while before raising his hand, silencing the guns.
As the dust clears, a blue dome reveals itself. Battered and on the verge of breaking, it has successfully defended the trio from any damage.
"So you have sided with Overwatch, how righteous of you" he called down.
"Aww common Doomy, you know me better than that" Sombra shouted back.
"Humor me, in one sentence, why? Why go through all this trouble just to come back?"
"You are not going to crash the world pendejo! I won't let you!"
"So you still do not understand that what you are doing is making your people weaker?"
"I'm not the one you have to convince…"
He sighed at those words.
"I have tried so hard to educate all of you that pain is the way to progress, but since you are so adamant to be weak…"
He jumped down and landed with a loud thud, to which all three to point their guns at him.
"Then I hope you will not mind if I teach you one last lesson"
"And what would that be?"
"The weak never decide the future" he said, raising a fully charged gauntlet.
"Get out of the way!" she shouted.
The punch was so fast that even with Battle Rage, Quillion couldn't dodge it completely, as he spun like a whirlwind in midair when the gauntlet brushed against his leg.
Agong did not even see it coming, taking on the full force of the punch, he was sent crashing into a wall.
Still dazed, Quillion could only get up to a kneeling position before opening fire. He swore that he saw the man smile before using his gauntlet to protect himself.
Seeing his bullets bouncing harmlessly off it before they could explode, he switch his aim to the legs, but the moment he change his sights, Doomfist disappeared.
Looking around frantically, the darkening shadow saved his life.
Pulling out his knife, he slashed wildly as he jumped backwards as the gauntlet cratered the ground.
"Impressive" he said, looking at the cut on his arm.
Scrambling to his feet, Quillion tried to formulate a strategy.
Just a tap from the gauntlet has put him in a major disadvantage, combine that with its speed and destructive potential, he could not think of a way to win without disabling it.
"Now!" Sombra yelled.
Agong charged with a loud shout, issuing a challenge of strength, which the Nigerian accepted. Bracing himself, he met the charge with a loud thud.
"You have some strength" he commented, straining slightly under the massive weight.
"I've fought with a gorilla before, whaddaya think little man?"
"Well… Looks like we have something in common"
In an amazing display of strength, Doomfist leaned forward and began crushing the much larger man backwards.
"Any time now Mexican…" Agong grunted.
Apagando las luces!
The room was thrown into darkness as the EMP knock out the lights, the only source of light came from the Arena as the trio opened fire, desperate to put their opponent down as quickly as possible.
"Viva Mexico!" Sombra shouted as her machine pistol spat towards its target.
But like a ghost, Doomfist evaded them easily, seemingly unbothered by the loss of the gauntlet.
"Common Quillion! Can't you do that thing you always do?" Sombra shouted.
He didn't answer. Of course he tried to activate Battle Rage again... But it brought in an unexpected problem.
His body seem to be subconsciously resisting his commands to activate it.
"Fine" he thought.
Accurately predicting Doomfist's movements, he pulled a pin from a grenade and waits for him to land into his trap.
"Gotcha"
He heaved to throw it, it unexpectedly slipped out of his fingers and hung midair. He barely had time to dive away when it exploded.
"Tsk tsk tsk, you cannot do that" a familiar voice said behind him.
One of the voices that Quillion came for.
Sigma.
Setting his rifle to full auto, he sprayed into the darkness but hit nothing.
"Come out you coward!" he shouted.
"To be fair we are out, you just don't see us" another cursed voice replied.
SS28.
Slapping in another mag, he whipped around and obliterate everything he could aim at. Just as it shot its last bullet, the rifle is slashed into two in his hands.
"Careful, I need him whole for a successful dissection"
"Oi! We need help here!" Sombra cried out again.
He ignored them, not caring that Agong is still on the ground or that the gauntlet came alive with electricity.
His targets are here and he is going to make them pay.
The lights came on and he finally saw them standing nearby.
Raising his pistol, he was about to pull the trigger when he was tackled to the ground.
"Don't you dare!" Agong shouted, wrestling the pistol away.
"What the f- what are you doing?!"
"Looks like using you as a shield worked" Sigma said to Widow, who hung in the air between them.
"Guys?" Sombra cried out, desperate to get their attention.
"What are you going to do now without your muscles?" Doomfist taunted.
Seeing that the fight is lost, she began typing something in the air desperately, but before she could complete the code, he grabbed her hand and, with a flick of his thumb, he broke her nails, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Oh no no no, you are not going to get out of here alive" he said, watching her trying to free her hand.
Flinging her body by her arm like a towel, he slammed her head against his gauntlet.
"I always wonder… How would a human face fare against 1% power of the gauntlet?"
"Wait! Pl-" she began but was cut off as her face crashed into the gauntlet again.
"Sorry you have to speak up" he said as she sank to her knees.
He let go and saw that consciousness is slowly leaving her body. It even looked like she is fading away.
"Looks like two hits, goodbye little hacker"
His punch was an inch away from her face when she disappeared.
"Get off of me!" a shout came under Agong, who still have not let him go.
"Not until you apologize!"
Agong felt a tap on his shoulder.
'What?" he asked, looking back.
His last memory is a metallic fist coming at him. The fist which ended his life.
Quillion watch as Agong's head hung in an unnatural angle, his entire body weight now pinning him firmly to the ground.
"Interrogate him, we need to know who else is here, Morrison always sends backup"
Unable to move, Quillion let out a blood guttural cry before he was knocked unconscious by an Enforcer.
"Don't look so disappointed Lacroix, you have a new roommate" Moira said gleefully.
"Where is Reaper? He should be here by now" Doomfist asked the nearest Enforcer, who quickly shook his head.
Hello readers,
Hope everyone has been doing well and has been staying healthy?
This is only a small announcement that I am very thankful for all of you to help me reach a threshold of 10,000 views! Though the number maybe small, it gives me motivation to finish this story and to post it on a weekly basis.
As a little heads up, at this present time I do not think this story will reach its original plan of 75 chapters, seeing how the plot is going and all that. So I suppose we are coming to a close, I hope that I will be able to flesh out the ending in a satisfying way.
Until then... A moment of silence for one of the characters I had the most fun to write...
Goodbye Agong, you were an interesting character.