AN: This is my first ever Overwatch fanfiction. Enjoy!

I flipped open my laptop and sat on the bed. I accessed my files and scrolled through the list. Finally, I found what I was looking for: the most brutal series of bullets I'd ever fired, captured on my scope-cam. I clicked on the video, and the video loaded. I began to watch. As the video progressed, I almost laughed, watching myself kill target after target with deadly precision.

I watched myself land headshots on a few more enemies, one of the only activities I enjoyed, when the laptop buzzed and the screen turned black.

"Probably out of battery," I said and moved to plug in the charger. But suddenly, the screen flashed back to light. Another video was playing. But this time, there was a gorilla sitting in front of whatever camera was recording this. He was outfitted in a white-and-gray suit of armor. He also wore glasses. I could swear I had seen him before. Which is why I wasn't surprised when he started talking.

"Former agents of Overwatch and Talon," He began with. This interested me. The last time he had called the agents of Overwatch to active duty, it was to fight against Talon. Now he was inviting both forces. He continued, "This is Winston speaking. You all have been called back to Overwatch to fight… yes, Talon agents, you too… against a new foe. United as one, we must rejoin to fight for a common cause. My apologies if this is inconvenient to you, but an airship will be arriving at your location within the next twelve hours. Take this time to pack your things and prepare for your departure. Overwatch will provide you with toothbrushes and paste, floss, toilet paper, internet, food, a place to stay, and any ammunition your weapons may need, including special ammunition such as sleep darts."

I sat and stared as Winston straightened his papers. Winston continued. "For those of you who are curious, here is the list of agents who you will be fighting with side-by-side in the upcoming fights." The screen filled with names, most of which had already been in Overwatch before. I watched as familiar names of former Overwatch agents, like Reinhardt and Hana Song passed by. I saw my own Talon callsign pass by, Widowmaker, alongside those of my closest allies, including Moira and Reaper.

When the list faded away, the video did too, and I was left watching a brutal bullet to the head of an emergency medic.

I began packing the stuff I wanted to have with me. I filled a single suitcase. It safely held my Widow's Kiss rifle and unique sniper suit. Gotta be prepared.

It wasn't long before I heard a loud, electric whirr overhead. I exited the small house, and the people walking by looked at me. Why was the strange, blue-skinned woman walking around with a suitcase? Then, a large airship plummeted from the clouds, slowing as it neared. It landed in the middle of the road. I could see the Overwatch logo painted on the side. Pedestrians began shouting in confusion and running about. A hatch at the back of the ship opened up and a former Overwatch agent stepped out and onto the street. He saw me walking toward the ship and escorted me inside.

As the ship lifted off and turned, the hatch closed, and we zoomed forward to pick up the next hero. I turned, and found that facing me were countless agents of Overwatch and Talon. Among them, I immediately found Reinhardt. He was obviously much larger than the others, and he soon spoke out.

"Ay, she's an agent, not a television! Welcome to Overwatch, Amelie! It's great to have you!" At that, the staring crowd of agents began to disperse, some quietly greeting me, most branching off into hallways or rooms. I decided to sit down, as there were many tables and chairs positioned at the sides of the large main room. Fareeha sat with me.

Over the next couple of hours, more heroes were picked last to arrive were the rest of the former Talon agents: Reaper, Moira, Sombra, and Doomfist. Last of all was the most recent addition to the Talon organization, a man named Siebren de Kuiper, who preferred to be called Sigma. He lugged a giant suitcase which I presumed held his suit of armor and weapons. He eyed the other agents curiously, before taking a seat and staring off into space. We felt a slight lurch as the airship gathered speed and zoomed off toward its location.

I must have fallen asleep in my chair, because the next thing I knew, a robotic female voice announced throughout the ship, "Arriving in Overwatch Headquarters. Please gather in the main room as we prepare for landing." Now this confused me. Although the Petras Act was recently removed for unknown reasons, I was still surprised that the Headquarters had been rebuilt. Who would fund that kind of project? I would know in due time.

When all the agents were present in the main room, the large hatch in the back of the ship opened up, and the robotic female voice told us to gather right outside the ship. I was one of the first to exit. Eventually, we were all gathered, and the hatch closed. Before us stood the one who had called us back to duty. The one and only Winston.

"Hello, agents! I am glad to see you all, even under the circumstances. To answer your unasked question, Katya Volskaya, CEO of Volskaya Industries, was kind enough to fund the rebuilding of the HQ. When she learned that Overwatch was to be recalled, she knew we needed a headquarters, and supplied us with robots who would rebuild. In return, we must assist her and Volskaya Industries if we are ever called."

"Anyway, your rooms are down that way," Winston said, pointing. "Find the one with your name on it. Drop off your things in your rooms and then feel free to explore the area. You are permitted to take food from the cafeteria whenever you feel hungry, and eat it wherever you desire, unless you are training in the training room. Now go." The agents dispersed. I headed straight to the hallway and found my room. I went inside and looked around. It was simple yet cozy. A bed to the left, dresser and bathroom to the right. I quickly hung my sniper suit on a hook on the wall. A small weapons rack allowed me to store my rifle. I placed my laptop on a desk I just noticed next to my bed. I then exited my room and bumped into Reaper, who had exited his room at the same time. He grunted an apology/greeting and set off to wherever he was going to go. I decided to explore. Might as well.

In a short amount of time, I found the locations of the cafeteria, strategy room, Winston's laboratory, and the only one that interested me, the training area. Holographic, humanoid targets of all kinds were set up throughout the area. Some travelled on a set path, ducking behind obstacles in order to evade bullets. Others stood still. Some were smaller than others. When a projectile was launched, whether it hit a target or a protective energy shield covering the back wall of the arena, it would be transported by means of conveyor belt to a certain area, depending on the type of bullet. For example, Ana's poison darts would be separated from her sleep darts. A robotic arm with a magnet on the end would reach down, collect your ammunition, and deposit it into a crate behind you. A flawless and well-thought out system. For the moment, I decided against using the training area, as my aim was already perfect. Instead, I opted to grab a bite to eat. I hadn't eaten yet today, and it was nearly midday. I made my way over to the cafeteria and ordered a simple, healthy meal. A chunk of meat, sizable salad, and a glass of water. I noticed Soldier 76 and McCree sitting together and enjoying a meal, something that was foreign to me. I ate to stay alive only. I didn't think about enjoyment. My meal was consumed quickly, and I deposited my dishes and silverware where they needed to go, and decided to continue exploring the building. I set off, curiosity being one of my assassin traits, and searched for hallways I had not been down yet. I finally found one such hallway, and approached two double-doors labeled 'Gym'. I pushed open the door and walked inside. Agents were working out with various mechanisms. I was interested, as I had never seen some of them before. I approached one strange piece of workout equipment and was about to try it when a loud boom sounded. The floor shook, the ceiling cracked, and all agents in the gym stopped what they were doing. I carefully backed away from the equipment, eyeing the large crack in the ceiling. It slowly spread, more cracks branching off from it, until it came to an abrupt stop. Silence reigned in the gym. After a full minute, Reinhardt announced that he was going to notify Winston. He moved for the door. I heard something, and cupped a hand to my ear. It was a familiar sound, one that only a trained assassin like me could notice. It was the ejection of missiles from an airborne war machine. Not a moment later, all hell broke loose.

My ears rang. My whole body was sore. Cuts, scrapes, and bruises decorated me. And I was disturbingly hot.

I groaned and tried to sit up, but something heavy was right above me. I looked around. I was in a small crater in the ground, a sheet of metal covering the top. With a pained wince, I pushed hard against the metal above me. It shifted a bit. I pushed again, biting back my pain. After the fifth push, there was a large enough opening that I could climb out. I stuck my head out, and immediately pulled it back in. Soldiers, carrying guns and other weapons, were parachuting into the gym through the hole in the roof. The other agents in the gym had quickly been herded to the corner of the gym at gunpoint. My killer instinct kicked in. I was about twenty feet away from the door, and if I moved now, there'd only be two soldiers in my way. I snatched a bit of rubble from the bottom of the crater and leaped out of the hole. Before any of the soldiers noticed me, I hurled the rock at one of the soldiers in between me and the door. He fell over, shouting in surprise, and bringing the attention of other soldiers to the incident. Guns went up and I ducked, bullets whizzing by where my head just was. I rolled forward and grabbed the rock from the ground where it landed. The next soldier in line ducked, expecting another throw, but instead I charged him and pummeled him with multiple quick blows to the helmet. His helmet dented into his head, and he fell with a scream. All eyes were on me now. The other agents took this opportunity. They grabbed weights and pieces of rubble and fell upon the distracted soldiers with aggression. I dashed for the door, burst out of the gym, and bolted for my room. Other agents, already outfitted and bearing weapons, were running to the gym. I burst into my room, changed into my sniper suit, grabbed my rifle, and took off back to the gym. As I neared, I heard lots of gunfire. I pushed through the doors. Every single agent was engaged in battle with the intruders. My internal killer instincts went up to full throttle, and I quickly scoped, found an enemy head, and added another kill to the list I had stopped counting long ago.

I pointed my arm at the viewing ledge up on the side of the walls and activated my grappling hook. I was quickly pulled up there. My rifle went up, the scope to my eye, and I fired a bullet into another intruder's forehead. Gunfire came my way, so I ducked and hurled a Venom Mine in the direction of the bullets. Moments later, I heard a hiss, screaming and coughing, and stood back up.

The agents were doing well. Various energy shields were set up, and Reinhardt and Brigitte were working hard to defend the agents behind them while pushing forward. I grappled to a viewing ledge on the other side of the gym, where the intruders hiding behind rubble, energy shields, and bodies, were all for my taking. I quietly took aim and splattered the brains of a nearby enemy. One intruder, who was manning a powerful rocket launcher that had been beating down Reinhardt's shield, noticed his dead comrade, and then me. He lifted a finger to point me out to the others, and opened his mouth to shout-

But as the firepower on Reinhardt's shield lessened, the German giant charged forward with a shout, obliterating the guy and raining his guts on the soldiers around him. The agents, formerly behind his shield, charged, leaping over obstacles and mowing down intruders. Bullets flew toward the agents, but the attackers were soon met by the other agents, not formerly behind Reinhardt's shield. When all attention focused on the new threat, the other agents had beelined toward the exposed attackers, and before long, the entirety of Overwatch was pushing back the invaders. They looked up through the hole they had arrived through in hopes of help, but their planes had long flown away. I took down some of these distracted soldiers. Cornered, the rest were destroyed in the blink of an eye.

Agents began taking off their helmets, breathing hard and sweating buckets, as I grappled down from the viewing ledge. I was in no way shaken, killing being my profession, but some of the others looked spooked.

After a minute of tense silence, Winston spoke up. "Everyone, get back into regular clothes, store your gear, take a shower, and report to the meeting room in an hour."

"Today, we were attacked by our enemy. I was going to wait until I told you all about them, but I assume it is now unreasonable to wait." Winston paused and then continued. "The untitled attackers, or as I refer to them as, the Uprisers, are striving to start a third Omnic crisis. They will take control of the Omnics and turn them into their own worldwide army. In the midst of all the chaos, they will launch attacks on the United States and Canada in hopes of taking over and growing their military, and then they will expand further."

Soldier 76 spoke. "How do you know all this?"

"You'd be surprised how well I can eavesdrop. Any other questions?"

Silence reigned in the room.

"Well then, the security turrets will continue scanning for threats. Our first mission is next Monday. Reinhardt, Orisa, Bastion, Widowmaker, Junkrat, and Mercy will go. Dismissed.

We all parted ways. I headed to my room, as it was getting dark and my body needed sleep. I lied down in bed, pulled up my blankets, and drifted off, tired out from the fight of the day.

AN: How are you enjoying it so far? Are there any scenes you would like to see in the furture? Leave a review and tell me!