Quick Author's Note: Thank you very much ao3 user happyclover for the awesome drawing of Quillion, thank you very much :D
*London: King's Row*
Mondatta looked at its own arms, as if remembering what it was like to have a body, while its left hand held the Orb high above its head, emitting a pillar of light towards the darkened Moon. Pilgrims and spectators alike raised their hands towards the Orb, too fearful to approach but desperate to feel the return of the supposed prophet.
Across the globe, news coverage flooded the media, so much so that entire countries closed down as everybody of all positions neglected their work to watch, forcing even Olympic level games and exams of all Universities to reschedule.
"Brothers and sisters, long have I missed you" it said, bending a knee to get closer to the crowd and reaching out its hand like a father to his children.
"It's him… It's really him!" Lena cried, sinking to her knees and watched as the crowd cheered and rushed forwards towards it.
"I don't like this, I really don't like this" Torbjorn said over the coms, himself watching the event on a public holo-vid near them, hating that both Commissioners and Mei had their mouths hanging open like idiots.
"Genji, go check on Ana" Morrison ordered, hitting him in the back of the head when he didn't move "Genji! Go find out why Ana is not responding! Then we'll find out what's going on with Angela"
Immediately he took off, scaling walls quickly.
"Brigitte, stay here with Zenyatta and keep an eye out, we don't want any more surprises"
"Got it"
"Pharah, Dva, do you copy?"
No reply.
"Pharah! Dva! Answer!" he said, looking up to the skies for them.
"Winston! Tracer! Go find them!"
"Roger that, common let's go" Winston said to Lena, but she will not move.
"Lena, go!" Morrison shouted, looking at them from the podium.
But she refuses to move, and whenever Winston tries to drag her with him, she would Recall back to the same spot, her eyes glued to Mondatta, stunned by its presence.
Morrison cursed. More than half the team has been immobilised or taken out somehow, and it was entirely his fault to allow this to happen. He knew they were fighting something far more dangerous than Talon, and he should've been more cautious with his planning.
"He's back… I've still got a chance to fix things" Lena said, more to herself than to Winston.
"It has to be a trick, common, we need to find Fareeha and Hana"
"Angie's with him… He must be back!"
"Lena wait!" he shouted when Lena Blinked towards the statue.
"Winston go! I'll take care of this" Morrison shouted, sprinting after her.
Not wanting to risk hurting anybody, Lena pushed herself against the crowd when she got near, trying her best to force her way through so that she could finally meet him once more. There were so many things she needed him to hear. So many things she needed to say. If anything should happen tonight, he must hear what she had to say.
"Monda-" she yelled, but was suddenly pulled back.
"This is a trap, it has to be" Morrison said harshly, his rifle trained at the statue.
"But it's him! It's Mondatta!" she pleaded.
"No, we have to regroup, the situation is too dangerous now"
"Just let me go!"
"Lena common!"
"You never cared about me, so why start now?!" she screamed, attracting the statue's attention.
"Is that Tracer?" Mondatta asked, looking up from the crowd when Angela pointed towards them.
"Mondatta!" she yelled back as Morrison pushed her behind him, facing down the approaching statue.
"Take one more step and I'll shoot that shiny orb off your hand" he shouted.
"Jack!" Lena shouted, mortified at his threat.
"Jack Francis Morrison, Strike Commander of Overwatch, it seems that I was not the only one who was given a second chance at life" Mondatta said.
"And it can end at a moment's notice" Morrison snapped back.
The crowd began shouting, and some threw whatever it was in their hands at Morrison, but he ignored them. He would care about the PR damage later, the return of Mondatta is now too dangerous to ignore. Why would the God Program resurrect it? And what is that orb in its hands?
"Mondatta! We don't-" Lena tried, but Morrison shouted her down.
"Lena! That thing is not who you think it is!"
"But he's right there! He's right there Jack!" she cried.
"Stand down!" he shouted.
A gunshot sounded from a distance, causing a few people from the crowd to charge forward and Morrison found himself grappling with multiple assailants, all who were fighting to disarm him. Lena moved to help but Mondatta spoke to her first.
"Tracer, or Lena as Jack calls you? It has been a long time, my friend"
Lena could feel everyone looking at her with reverence, envy, and some even hate, that she had been personally referred to as a friend by Mondatta himself, but with Mondatta's attention, she felt... Safe...
"Mondatta, I'm… I'm so sorry… I'm so so sorry" she cried, finally able to pour the pains and frustrations that she had held back so desperately for so many years.
"There is nothing to be sorry for Lena, we all make mistakes"
"But I… I traded my life for yours! If I had taken the bullet… I could've saved you… You could've stopped the Second Omnic Crisis! So many died because of me!"
Morrison fought hard to push away the men who pounced on him, but because they were civilians, he could not effectively knock them down. Instead, he was forced only to push them away or to tire them out, but this proved useless because whenever one goes down, another would take his place.
"Your sins are indeed great and nearly impossible to redeem, but the world shares this sin. It is a chaotic, complicated place, and therefore requires guidance from the Iris ITself"
"Lena stop! It's manipulating you! It's manipulating everyone!" Morrison shouted from the side.
"Do not listen to him but also do not blame him. He is a man who was corrupted by this world. Only the faithful, the enlightened, will see what the Iris has planned for all of us"
Shouts of joy and prayer rose from the crowd, all rejoicing that their faith and prayers were not in vain, and having the priviledge of being the first to witness the Iris's plans their just reward. The Iris has resurrected IT's most prominent prophet, and he has returned to show it to them. Surely their pains and suffering are seen by IT, surely IT will bless them with IT's power.
"All the faithful and true, behold, and gaze into the Iris" Mondatta said, tossing the Orb into the air, covering them in an explosion of light.
Jumping into the room, Genji immediately knew something was wrong.
Despite the seemingly vacant office, there was still a faint, familiar scent of a Biotic Grenade, and he knew that Ana would never use one unless it was necessary. Standing still, he scanned the room for clues.
He guessed this floor was big enough to fit 20 people, judging by the two 'nests' that Ana had set up with the office's tables and chairs, as was her habit. Just by a glance, he saw that one faced the Cathedral and the Meridian, where his Master was giving the speech. The other faced Mondatta's Statue. The reason for having two was that one was always the decoy, the other being the actual spot where she would look out from.
She was so good at setting up decoys that it still took him a moment to deduce which was which. It was only because of the broken glass on the floor that he knew that the one facing the Meridian was the decoy, as she would need a little distance to break the Biotic Grenade while prone.
The flickering light from Angela helped him see a trail that seemed to be making its way towards the decoy. As he moved closer to investigate, the floor creaked where he stepped, helping him understand the scenario.
Whatever it is that came up here, it somehow knew for sure that Ana was here and thought that she would be facing the Meridian, then the creaking floor caused her to throw a bottle. A flickering light shone through the window, illuminating the room just enough for Genji to spot various darts with dented tips scattered around the office.
"Captain?" he called out, arming his shurikens.
It was faint. An almost dismissible feeling, like a breeze, but something moved in the room. With a well-aimed flick of his wrist towards the corner of the room, the shuriken embedded itself in midair.
"Gotcha" he said triumphantly as an Omnic decloaked itself.
"That is disappointing, I thought I was impervious to detection" it said, pulling out the shuriken.
"Well, you are not the first foe I've faced with a cloaking device. Where is the Captain?"
Not wasting any time with banter, daggers flipped out from the sides of its wrists, and it attacked. Having experienced the fighting abilities of the one below, Genji opted for a more defensive style, carefully deflecting each strike, waiting for an opening instead of forcing one, even when its attacks seemed to slow as the fight went on.
Seeing that Genji was not taking the bait, the Omnic switched its tactics and cloaked its arms.
"Gah!" Genji grunted as a cut appeared on his side.
An adaptive fighter himself, Genji immediately switched from precision to wider defensive swings. Sparks barked to life in mid-air as he shielded himself from the invisible attacks, trusting totally in his Deflect that he had perfected over decades of fighting.
Within moments, the office was torn asunder, as he used the surroundings to time and learn the fighting style of his opponent, which was an insulting deformation of Asian and Western arts, which ultimately led to obvious openings.
"Hmm?" it grunted as damage detectors started flashing.
In parallel to the assault, it made a quick assessment and was very, very surprised to see that, besides a handful of cuts across its body, and somehow, this Genji was even able to embed another shuriken into its carapace despite being on the defensive. Concluding that its body must still be giving away too much information, it changed its tactics once more.
Forced to the corner when its entire body began fluctuating rapidly in and out of view, and even changing the timing of its attack, Genji redoubled his efforts but found himself fighting a losing battle. If he remained on the defensive, he would lose. He must risk more injuries and strike back while he still has strength.
A flurry of strikes surprised the Omnic. It knew that Genji was one of Earth's most formidable fighters, and it was even created to exceed his abilities, but it had not expected him to be this good. Again and again, it attempted to end him, but not only was it denied every time, but Genji was able to deal significant damage back whenever it made a mistake, forcing it to double check every calculation, scenario, and actions that it made.
Unknown to the Omnic however, Genji was nowhere near as competent as it thought he was. What seemed to be a confident, carefully planned mixture of defensive and offensive actions was actually driven by desperation and wild (but experienced) reflexes, and Genji was nearing the end of his rope as muscles and machine both burned strongly under the constant strain.
Thankfully, a fumbled swing disarmed the Omnic by chance, causing it to retreat.
"Your skills are incredible, it would be a shame to kill you now" it admitted, lowering its weapon "Why don't you consider joining our cause, where your skills will be fully appreciated?"
"What makes you think I would accept this offer?" Genji asked, taking this sudden pause to breathe.
"First, your sworn enemy, Doomfist, had accepted this offer, and he had become the most powerful individual in this world, all in exchange for Specimen 28's fighting abilities"
"Who?"
"He will be known to you as Winston"
"Ahh… And that was supposed to tempt me?"
"Second, all martial artists long to perfect their craft. Even you must realize that Doomfist was the strongest individual you have fought against so far"
"And is there a third?" he asked sarcastically.
"Yes. Third, you will be truly united in soul with the one you cherish" it answered, pointing out the window. Genji cautiously looked out to where the Omnic was pointing and saw that it was pointing towards Angela.
"Just allow me to inject you with this" it continued, ejecting a syringe from its palm.
Genji felt a sudden shudder, not from himself, but from the Dragon. He had not felt something like this in a long time, since the days when he was entombed in this body, the days when the Dragon felt like it was trapped and caged. But he forced it down, he needed just a little more time to recuperate, so he decided to entertain the thought in an attempt to buy more time.
"And what is that?" Genji asked.
"This is Mother's Mercy, Her righteous vision for the world" the Omnic replied triumphantly, holding it up into the light "It will help you see what She sees, feel what She feels… Just like your friend out there"
"And the Captain?"
"Enough. Make your decision now, Genji Shimada. At least this way, you can truly be one with Angela Ziegler"
"One last question... Did you do that to her?" Genji asked, looking out the window once more.
"I merely opened her eyes to the truth" was its reply.
Its body reacted before the information reached its mainframe, just able to turn its body between the shurikens and block Genji's attack when he dashed past it. Though the laughably primitive metal stars were lodged harmlessly into the wall behind it and the worn wakizashi snapped in half, it realised too late that these were feints.
Before it could even jump away or defend itself, Genji had already cut it down with an executioner's precision, dislodging its head with the Dragon-fueled Odachi. Twisting his wrists, he turned the blade back upwards towards the Omnic (that was still trying to process what was happening) and drove the momentum back up towards its head, halving its body in the process, and ensuring its destruction.
Collapsing, Genji gasped for breath and quickly activated the exhausts to cool his body down. Despite being nicknamed the "Sparrow" due to his mastery of the Tsubame Gaeshi, he had always hated this move, as it takes too much of a toll on the body, thus rendering him useless for the fights ahead.
"That was unnecessary" a familiar voice spoke from the door.
"Captain? Where were you?" he gasped.
Before he could move, she shot a sleep dart into his chest.
And that was when a bright flash of light blinded them.
Another shot sped through the wall, showering Fareeha with rubble and dust. Having given up trying to call for backup, she busied herself with trying to guess where the sniper was hiding by trying to study the angle of the holes, but to no avail.
It was no more than a few minutes ago when she threw her shoulder pads out and the sniper began to take calculated potshots at the wall, forcing her to constantly move around and further away from Hana.
Crack
The constant pressure has begun to affect her as her once battle-hardened mind is still recovering and is now greatly affected by the ferocity of the bullets. Jumping further back, she realised a terrifying discovery. She was running out of room and had no way to escape.
"What do I do? What do I do?" she asked herself repeatedly, her numb fingers fumbling around her rocket launcher.
She had to make a move soon, but what?
There is no doubt that if she attempts to sprint towards Hana, the sniper could easily kill her just by tracking her through the many holes on the wall. And even if she somehow survives that, the only cover that she could use was Hana's Mech, therefore risking Hana's life in the process.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Her back was pressed against the wall. She had run out of room. It's only a matter of time now…
On a roof next to a local coffee shop and Moriarty's Fine Books, no more than 80 metres away from Fareeha and Dva, stood a lone figure reloading its rifle.
It ran a quick diagnosis on the vacuum seal around the barrel and the muzzle when it detected a slight increase in volume in the air around it, having been warned by Mother that it is structurally the weakest of the group due to a lack of materials, therefore it must always ensure its own silence and stealth lest it tempts its own destruction.
As if to further remind it of its frailty, the diagnosis revealed that the increase in sound waves was from its own body's rattling as it braced against the constant recoils of the shots.
Having concluded where the next shot needed to be, it squeezed the trigger and winced as its body rattled against it, but looking at the sleeping cat nearby and its lack of reaction, the rattling must still be within an acceptable level of silence.
It waited patiently for a body to fall forward or for the target's attempt to sprint across the wall to reach the Mech. This had been going on for about five minutes and was starting to feel uncomfortable, especially with the light of the human shining brightly nearby after the Revival, illuminating its position.
The crowd may have dissipated as they rushed out to see Mondatta, but it would only be a matter of time before Mother had control over the population here. It must complete this task in order to prove to Mother that it was a worthy creation capable of sharing Her burdens, however minor they may be. If She even wasted a single ounce of energy on killing the humans it was assigned to kill, its entire existence would be a shameful and meaningless one.
Then a rather low probability event occurred.
"Tom? Tom! Common, where are you? I need to get to work!" a panicked voice shouted from the stairway, and before the Omnic could hide itself, a policeman came through the doors.
"Tom! There you are- Oh hey, sorry, you SCO19?" he asked.
"Yes. Please remove yourself, it is dangerous here"
"Okay okay, just… Just let me grab my cat alright? Look he's right there, it won't take a second" he begged, indicating the cat sleeping next to the Omnic.
"Very well" it relented after a pause.
"Thank you. Common Tom" he said, quickly grabbing it before looking at the rifle "Wow that's some gear, you guys really spared no expenses huh?"
"You have your cat, please leave"
"Oh alright… Well good luck to…"
The man paused, causing the Omnic to look at the man again with annoyance and was thinking of a scathing reply to increase the probability of having him leave when it realized its blunder. The man had seen that it was aimed down at Hana Song's Mech.
"Is that… Hands in the air!" the policeman shouted, dropping the cat and pulling out a pistol from his holster.
"Sir please leave"
"Backup, backup, I need backup and paramedics here!" he yelled into his communicator, pressing the button to send his location, and was shocked to see the words 'Error' flashing on it.
The Omnic tackled him and they found themselves locked in a desperate struggle to gain control of the pistol, both cursing as they tried to outdo the other when they found themselves equally matched in strength. Minutes passed and the man found himself gaining the advantage over the Omnic, but fearing that it was a trick, he held back from fully overpowering it.
This proved to be a mistake, as his laxing efforts gave it an opportunity to wrap its finger over the trigger.
The man stumbled when he felt a stinging pain at the tip of his chin, his ears ringing as the bullet shot upwards. Free from the grapple, it kicked him to the ground and grabbed its rifle, ready to deliver judgement for his interruption of Mother's work. He should consider himself lucky, too much noise has been made, and it was forced to use a weapon designed to kill heroes to settle the fight.
As it aimed the rifle, Tom leapt onto the man's chest, hissing at the Omnic when it saw its owner hurt.
"Now you are too loud" it stated, and put the cat within its sights.
Hearing the commotion, Fareeha gathered herself and darted out.
"HEY!" she yelled, pointing towards the sounds.
Whipping around, the Omnic found her aiming her rocket launcher at it.
"Foolish human" it thought. A novice could tell that it's bullets would reach her first.
Suddenly, it lurched forward as the man speared it to the ground from behind before a brick crashed against its head, causing its systems to short circuit.
"You. Dare. Point. Your. Gun. At. My. Cat?!" the man shouted, hitting it with each word.
He didn't know how long he kept at it, but it was long enough for Fareeha to climb to the roof and stop him from injuring his hands further. Once he calmed down, she kicked the rifle away, and while checking his injuries, she recognised that he was the officer that she had passed the thief to earlier.
"Small world huh? What's your name?" she asked.
"David… David Smith" he said in a daze.
"Is it out of commission?"
"Either way I'm going to jail…" David said in a daze "No matter how I spin this, it'll all be filed under police brutality…"
Unaware of the local laws, Fareeha wisely avoided commenting on the matter and searched the Omnic for any additional weapons or clues that it may have. It didn't take long for her to dig out a square device from one of its pockets. Hoping that this was what she guessed it was, she flipped open the cover on her vambrace and began to hack into it.
"Wow… Never seen a HSI in action before" he said, still dazed.
"Well, don't get used to it, we're normally up in the air and- Ok got it" she said, reading the various binary codes on screen until she found what she was looking for.
01000101 01001101 01010000
1) 01000001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100001 01110100 01100101 00001010
2) 01000100 01100101 01100001 01100011 01110100 01101001 01110110 01100001 01110100 01100101 00001010
Selecting the second option, they heard a distant click and hiss from below.
"Oh man, finally! I thought I was gonna die in there…" Hana groaned, climbing out of her Mech before spotting them on the roof "What did I miss?"
And that was when a bright flash of light blinded them.
*Overwatch: Gibraltar*
"Shouldn't… Shouldn't we stay here and make sure it does not get out?" asked Spearman.
"Nope, like I said, those doors will hold, I need to get you boys back to your stations" McCree replied, walking away to avoid the awkwardness of still not learning Spearman's name.
Shrugging, the men ignored the constant banging on the doors behind them and made their way with McCree back into the base, hoping that they could figure out how to safely dispose of it later. Soon the constant sounds of clashing metal faded and the welcoming breeze of the ocean greeted them when they climbed to one of the hangar bays.
"What the hell is that?" Spearman asked, pointing towards what looked like a pillar of light in the horizon pointing towards the Moon.
"Here's a better question. Why is that thing here? I thought the Russians had already dealt with the Null Sector!" Shieldman shot back.
"How would you know that was from the Null Sector? It looked nothing like the ones we have recorded in the Archives"
None of them knew about the God Program, nor about its base on the Moon, and having been lectured repeatedly by Jack to keep this quiet, and with Athena watching, he bit his lip in silent protest. He knew that it was always good to keep your cards close to your chest, but Jack seemed to have made an obsession out of it.
"Then again, who am I complain... Even Athena don't know my real name" he thought.
They watched the horizon for a little while, watching as the beam of light grew brighter. Only McCree knew for sure that it was coming from King's Row, and he hoped that this was somehow good news.
"McCree! We have a problem!" someone shouted.
"We all have our own problems, don't we?" McCree replied when they saw that it was another one of their team members running at them.
"This is a really big problem" he panted.
"Yeah, we got a real big one below as well" he laughed, to which Spear and Shieldman nodded in response.
"The Mess Hall! Some of the people are waking up!"
"Impressive, didn't think someone here could hold up their glasses, especially with my moonshine"
"That's not it! They're… Acting strangely, please sir, you need to come and look!"
"Alright, let's go see"
"Sir, I think I got a nasty cut here, mind if I go get it checked?" Shieldman asked when he noticed a small patch of blood on his shirt.
"Go ahead, meet us at the computer room" McCree replied.
"You mean the Data Storage?"
"Yeah yeah whatever it's called"
Huddled around the computer, everyone stood silently and watched the haunting feed of the Mess Hall.
The scattered few who had awoken from their drunken stupor all stood and faced the pillar of light McCree had seen outside earlier, but which had gone unnoticed by the rest of the team because they were too disturbed by the sight to notice it. Even as they watch, slowly, there will be a person rising from the ground and following suit, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"What are they doing?" one of them asked.
"Are they sick? Is there some kind of virus?"
"Nah… They're messing with us, there's no way this is real"
"Enough. Sir, what do we do?" the Sergeant asked, keeping a cool front.
McCree, having personally hated anything that remotely resembles a horror film, had purposefully stood at the very back of the group, and felt his face blush when everyone turned around to look at him.
"Well… I think we should find out what they're doing first"
"Very well. Brad, Tom, get in there and grab one of 'em out" the Sergeant said, striking fear into the named men to be given this assignment.
"Hol' up, what are they saying?" McCree said suddenly, stopping them.
"Who?"
"There… They're all saying something… Athena, do we have a mic in there?"
"Yes, but the rest need to leave the room"
"Excuse me?" the Sergeant spat.
"Clearance for private audio is limited only to UN Inquiries and selected key members of Overwatch"
"And I'm not?"
"With all due respect, Sergeant, but McCree is in charge of the defenses, and therefore he is the only one with access to the audio"
"Alright boys, I'll need to listen to this, so just wait outside and don't do anything without me saying so first"
Once the last man closed the door behind him, McCree took off his hat and sighed.
"Phew... This leadership thing is tough"
"You barely done anything close to resembling Commander Morrison"
"Hey, I'm trying darlin', anyways, what do you mean that only I got clearance? Shouldn't everyone here have it?"
"Yes, but they are saying things that the Commander does want anyone else to hear"
"Ahh... Well, I guess they're talking about the Moon stuff eh? Let's hear it then…" he said, lowering his voice.
He expected a string of muttering sounds, barely above a whisper, given how little the lips were moving, but when Athena turned on the audio, he paled at not only how united and loudly they spoke, but also what they were saying.
"Do you hear us, Cassidy? The Iris wishes to speak to you. Do you hear us, Cassidy? The Iris wishes to speak to you…"
"Turn it off!" he ordered, and Athena immediately complied.
"That… That ain't right" he continued, trembling as he fumbled for his cigar.
"Yes, I have checked all our records for a Cassidy, but I am unable to locate this individual"
"Right… Right… So that's all they had been saying right?"
"Yes, but I fear that they will make a move soon"
"How?"
"There is no doubt this is the work of the God Program, it is highly unlikely that IT would take control of them without a plan in the heart of Overwatch HQ, therefore I suspect that they would do something soon"
"I suppose you're right… Any ideas?" he asked, trying to light the still wet cigar.
"IT should know that they are trapped in the Mess Hall, therefore IT will have a way for them to get out."
Giving up on the cigar, McCree pondered on it. The only way out of there would be the vents, but he knew for a fact that those things were not sturdy enough for anything but air. He knows this because just a few months ago, he tried to sneak a single bottle of tequila with a tiny transportation device that the engineers made, thinking that this would be his new supply route. All that resulted was that the vents were 'mysteriously fractured' and he had to come up with a story why he was standing around for an hour next to one of their openings.
That aside, unless Athena opens those doors, there is no way any of them will get out. Leaving the room, McCree proceeded to order everyone to return to their stations and await further orders.
"Where's Charles?" the Sergeant asked.
"He said he was going to get checked, something about an injury" Spearman replied.
"Hmm… He's not responding"
"He's probably flirting with the nurse"
"Go and check up on him, we can't afford any mistakes"
"Seems like you boys got everything under control, so I'll be… Patrolling the area" McCree said and walked away before they could say anything.
Back in his room, McCree pulled out a flask of brandy from his drawers and took a long swing. When Jack switched places with him, he thought most of the time he would spend most of his time watching over Ms Lacriox and sleeping through the night. Everything that had happened was far from what he had imagined it to be.
Halfway through his second mouthful, Athena suddenly shouted from the speaker.
"McCree! We have a problem!"
"Just give me a moment" he groaned, but no sooner did the words leave his mouth, someone came banging on the door.
"McCree! We need you out here!"
"Athena, what did I say about telling others where I am?" McCree sighed and put the cap back on the flask.
"Something's infiltrated the base, we need you man!"
"Oh that, I think you're a bit too late on that, me and a couple of your boys already dealt with it" he said, opening the door.
"Well something killed John and we need to know what it was!" the Sergeant said so loudly that he was practically shouting.
"Calm down, just… Get back to your position, have those boys who were with me earlier and get them to meet me here"
"Didn't you hear me? John is dead!"
"We'll look into it alright? Just get those two here"
"Listen… John. Is. Dead."
"And we will investigate it, but-"
"McCree, John was the one who saved you" Athena interrupted.
"You mean…?"
"And Charles is missing as well... Something is going on here, sir, and we need to figure out what," the Sergeant said in a hurry.
Author's Note:
Hope everyone's had a good Lunar New Year.
Just a little side note, I will be splitting the next few chapters into 2 parts, so one will be focused with the events in King's Row and Gibraltar, the other will be solely focused on the Moon, so this way, it'll be easier to refer back to which story is focusing on who.
I have noticed I had made a mistake describing Genji's Dragonblade weapon. I should've referred to it as an Odachi, not a Katana [as mentioned in Adventures of Quillion (Overwatch), so a big opps for my part. Then again, in my defense, the Overwatch Fandom Wiki gave two different references. In the ability card it stated that it was a katana, but the paragraph that described it in detail referred to it as an Odachi.
A little update for the next chapter:
I have actually written a long piece already, but realized it made no sense so I had to write it from scratch again, so unsure when the next chapter would be but hopefully within this month.
Until then, see ya all soon, stay healthy, and I'll see ya in the next one :D