A/N: Ok I'm back finally with the 3rd chapter to the story. Sorry this took so long but I was having some serious trouble with the chapter. Just wasn't happy with how it was turning out and kept having to rewrite the whole thing. But finally got it to a point I'm satisfied with after getting back into a kind of groove. Hope you all enjoy!


Slayer POV

I stand there covered in flames, the screaming, flailing body of some punk behind me and a whole army of similar looking fuckers in front of me. Oh this is gonna be fun.

I think back a few moments to how I got here. Jumping into the back of the truck. Beating the blood out of the dumbasses who were throwing bottles at me. Crushing a flaming bottle in the hand of the white skulled dude, which led to all the other bottles bursting into flames. Slamming into a brick wall just as I tore the roof off the truck. Then stepping off said now flaming truck. Didn't think it'd lead me to some gangster's hide out where what looked like a drug deal was going down.

"I suggest retreating from the situation. This fight is not necessary. It will only set back our current objective." Vega warns me through the speakers.

-_-

Killjoy. Not like these guys are good people, I mean they were beating the shit out of a bot. These were definitely gang members, and probably not the kind to think twice before ending a life. The ones on the truck did try real hard to kill me after all.

But I GUESS he has a point. I don't really need to do this, I already saved the bot and I had shit I really needed to do. I give Vega a quiet and very begrudging nod before turning around back to the hole I made. Yes, I know big words. I start making my way to it, stepping over the charred but extinguished body of the driver as I do. That is until some dumb fuck throws a rock towards my head. But I just tilt my head a bit avoiding the stone entirely.

I tilt my head back further towards the group of gangster's. Just in time to see some red fish finned fucker with kinda sunken in eyes glaring eyes. Probably the one who threw the stone. He takes a step towards me, walking like he's the biggest thing in the world, like this fuckers invincible. He's probably the head honcho around here too.

"Hey! You big green trash can! who the fuck do you think you are. Coming in here on MY truck, in MY territory, fucking up MY deal"

This dude with a red skull painted on his face starts yelling at me. Does he seriously want some of what I gave his friend? He brings his hand up quickly and stiffly like it's some kind of weapon. And with that motion every single person in the area has their guns trained on me.

"King killers, a group of criminals specializing in illegal weapon trafficking, murder, drug dealing, and armed robbery. Their group philosophy centers around hatred towards omnics. You seem to have wandered onto their territory."

Vega explains with what sounds like a sigh at the end. That internet connection is pretty awesome, I didn't even know my suit could do that. Judging by the way he said it, sounds like these guys are real bad and probably won't just let me go. I turn around fully to the group of gangsters and can't help but chuckle to myself as I see all these dead men aiming their guns at me.

Renegade POV

This piece of shit, nearly made me piss myself when he came through that wall. Even more so when he had Daniel screaming and crawling on the ground. Fuck me, his mom is going to kill me when she sees what happened to him. But before that, we're going to kill this walking dumpster.

Gave the boys 'round here the best weapons I had, won't even be a corpse left after they're done with him. I bring my hand down and the whole yard is lit up like it's the middle of day. Have to cover my ears it's so fucking loud. By the time they stop shooting there isn't anything left but a cloud of dust where the fucker used to be. Hah! That's what you get when you mess with my gang.

My laugh turns to a sigh as I turn back to the Talon guy's car. I was hoping maybe we could make a few deals for some of those paramilitary dudes they got. I wanna take over this town, drive out all those buckets heads. They don't deserve to be here after what they did to us. After the pain they caused. I start rubbing my metal jaw as I remember losing it during that fucking war, along with everyone else. Maybe I could get some of those big fuckers with the two mini guns to help. Yeah they'd clear out those buckets real fast.

Have to shake that shit out of my head, that's all gonna have to wait. Don't like some puta [bitch] in green armor showing up here of all places while I'm trying to make a deal. Any heat is too much heat for me when it comes to things like this. Didn't get all this way by ignoring shit like that.

My hand slams down on the roof of the Talon guy's car. I get down to look inside, tho I can't see much with how dark they got it in there.

"Sorry amigo, I'm gonna have to reschedule this lil meeting we had going for another time. Feels like somebody trying to crash this party."

I tell the tipo [dude] in the car showing him my best smile, well the closest I can get to one anyways. The inside of the car is so dark I can just barely see the face of the guy scrunch up in frustration.

"We don't like having our time wasted, Diego. Next time you call us it better be when you're ready to talk."

the guy says, I can hear the annoyance in his voice, like he's dealing with some kid. It really pisses me off. They the ones who reached out to us, should show a bit more respect. It's almost enough for me to pull out my side piece and put him in line. But I see the glint of a gun already pointed at me from the back seat, how long was that there? Damn, I didn't even see anyone back there.

"Unadisculpa [my apologies] it won't happen again."

It hurts like hell to say that to him in front of my gang. But, I gotta keep good face with these Talon bitches if I can't push them around like the others. They're important to gaining control over this place.

I give a few thumps on the roof of their car letting them know to clear out before turning back to my beautiful car. This didn't go as planned but it's better than staying and getting jumped by some rival gang. Maybe one of them sent that green fucker after me. I'll have to make an example out of someone, but who. Which gang targeted me, can't make any decisions too brash like. But when I find out the sorry dumbass who tried this, o-o-oh I'll make sure the punishment is harsh. Let everyone know not to fuck with me!

Had barely taken a few steps towards my car when I saw a flash of blue from my right and a flash of orange from my left. Whatever the fuck they were they slammed into my baby and sent her sky high with a huge explosion! my poor car, she slammed back down to the earth upside down no less and burning like Daniels truck.

My head swings around as I keep switching from left to right. From one side the damn puta [bitch] in the battle suit comes walking out the dust with barely a scratch on him! On the other is some fucker with hair so white it look like it's bleached. Wearing a blue and white jacket on and some red visor he's standing on the fire escape to my fucking gun house!...Oh fuck me!

One side, a damn monster wearing a dumpster for armor and the other is Soldier 76 himself. Are they working together? I knew I should've just bolted when the truck came through that wall! But nooo, I have to act like some badass mob boss for the boys. I'm un idiota [a moron]. I spin around to the second car, maybe they give me a ride out of here? But no, I get a face full of dirt. Their hover car kicked up as they speed off like a bat outta hell. Dammit I thought we were partners!

All my guards are just standing there gawking at the dude in armor, most didn't even notice solder boy over there who also blew up my beautiful car. Tho to be fair the green tipo [dude] did just eat enough rounds to put a hole in a tank. But ain't no time to be dumbstruck!

"The fuck are y'all waiting for!? shoot the bastards! Shoot him with everything you got!!"

Thankfully they aren't dumb AND deaf. But I might be with all the shooting. It's like a fucking war just broke out in front of my shop! Can't stay here, they're obviously here for me. Blew up my baby just to keep me here, the bastards! Need to get inside, maybe I can figure a way out in there. Though if not I always have my big boy to take care of things.

I started hauling ass towards the main building of the plant, what I like to call my warehouse. I'm getting flashbacks of the war, my younger self running through the streets while bots mow down everyone around me. A pit forms in my stomach as I feel my desperation for escape taking over. Before I snap out of it, slamming into the front door.

I'm sure my boys can handle that big fucker, right? I turn back just in time to see the bastard blowing up the side of my warehouse with some mini missile things. Fuck this, I'm a coward but not that much of a coward. My boys need me! Time to get out the big guns.

Slayer POV

I stepped out of a cloud of dust after blowing up red head's car. Tilting my head from side to side, cracking my neck. God I love the sound of that. Looking down I see a few dents and scratches in the armor here and there. Well damn, I read the UAC wasn't even able to do shit to my suit. Good, that'll make things more interesting.

I load up another explosive shot into my shotgun just as I spy that fin headed fucker run into the big building in front of me. But that's alright, he'll get his turn eventually. Unless he escapes. But I probably won't let that happen.

Looking out into the yard I see a few dozen or so gangsters, and they all seem more than eager to kill. Slinging my shotgun over my shoulder I whip out the heavy assault rifle, with the micro missiles attached it's side. Ok, lethality has officially been engaged, don't usually like killing people but hey, they started it.

They don't give me much chance to use the damn rifle tho before they open fire on me again, it's like a wall of energy and bullets getting slammed into me. Making a B-line for the truck I send a few swarms of micro missiles in the general direction of the shooters. I hear their screams as the missiles detonate. I can even see a few bodies go flying. The door bends inward as I slam into the passenger side of the truck. Digging my armored hand into the metal door I tear the thing off now using it as a shield.

Swinging around towards the big building I hold the car door up to my side blocking in coming fire. All while I mow down a line of guys up on a catwalk wrapped around the building who were shooting down at me with some impressive looking machine guns. Their bodies get torn to shreds as some fall over the railing, splattering against the ground.

I turned my attention to the group that was shooting into my shield but it was a mistake. A rocket slams into my back pushing me a few feet forward but I keep my feet planted firm in the ground. I throw my makeshift shield at the group in front of me before spinning around to whoever just shot me. The door takes a few of the gangsters off their feet and putting them in the ground.

There's another wannabe gangster holding a rocket launcher that's almost the size of her, and it's aimed right at me. I guess it has a magazine on it somewhere or something cuz she sends a barrage of four rockets flying at me. Kinda want that launcher now, since SOMEONE took away the old one.

I run forward towards the woman, double jumping over the rockets I ride the explosion into the air. Before I come falling back down onto her, slamming one boot into her stomach which slams her down into the rubble before my other comes down onto her head. The launcher flies up from the force of the impact. I snatch it out of the air taking a quick look over it before ripping a few extra rockets off the woman's body, she's out cold.

Turning the rocket launcher on the rest of the gunners a grin spreads across my face under my helmet. People go flying and so do limbs as I stand atop the pile of rubble raining rockets down onto them. I jump off just in time to avoid a grenade someone threw towards the pile which sends debris and rubble everywhere. I feel stone and scrap metal bouncing off my armor as I move forward.

I go to blast yet another group of thugs with some rockets before it clicks empty, damn, I was having such fun too. Putting the rocket launcher in my dimensional inventory I swap it out for my heavy rifle. I start mowing down grunts left and right as I run through the field. Blowing their legs and arms off with the 50. caliber rounds as I go. I try to go for non-lethal-ish places but they're not all lucky. One unfortunate thug gets a hole put in his chest as I run past him.

I come running fist first to one cluster of thugs grabbing the first one I see. Lifting him up by his head and slamming it back into the ground. One of his friends tries to shoot me in the back with a shotgun but I smack the barrel to the side with my elbow before he gets his shot off. Right before spinning around and slamming my fist into his jaw sending his teeth flying. He falls to the ground and they both stay there after that.

That's when two more dumbasses come up at me, one holding some kind of glowing saber thing and another with what looks like a futuristic war hammer. I bring my arm up to block the blade and I'm surprised as it digs a few centimeters into my armor. my free hand goes up to catch the end of the hammer before the head explodes against my hand.

These are some pretty cool gadgets they got but they aren't enough to stop me. I push back against the blade letting it skid down my armor before reaching over and grabbing it's wielder by his head. The shock from the explosion was enough to stagger the hammer guy and so I grip his head with my other hand.

Just before I can do anything else my ear twitches hearing a loud crash a bit to my left. I turn to one of the cooling towers flanking the left side of the main building and see the stone bulging outwards. Sounds like there's something real big in there trying to get out. 'Bout time they started pulling out the real shit, I was almost getting bored.

I slam the two thug's heads together with a loud, sickening, crack like their skulls just broke. They both fall limp to the ground as I swap out my rifle for my shotgun. Switching over to my explosive shot and making sure it has a round loaded I get ready for whatever's about to come through that wall.

Soldier 76 POV

Dammit all to hell. My plan was a good one. Wait till they go inside, wait out their discussions. Take out Renegade and his Talon friend. The Talon agent being a nice bonus. Grab the two and haul ass out of here. I accepted I would probably have to change it a bit of course. But it didn't account for some bulletproof monster driving through the wall and tearing up everything around him!

It only got worse after that. Ended up having to reveal myself to make sure the boss couldn't get away. Blew up his car. Don't know why yet but big green didn't seem to want the guy leaving either, can't assume that makes us allies though.

Regardless, he seems like he's handling himself pretty well with the dozen or so guards out there in the yard. Probably won't need to come back and save his ass. Good, cuz I need to make sure that wannabe mob boss doesn't escape. You can't escape justice Diego. Not as long as there are people like me here to stop you.

I start running along this caged catwalk that wraps around the outside of the power plant. Probably used to be a fire escape or something but it's far too rusted and broken to be called that anymore. There's a door coming up on the end of this rusty deathtrap, probably leads inside.

Just as I get within a couple yards of the door some punk slams it open, he's holding a pretty advanced looking shotgun. I would've said it looks odd in his hands compared to his punk-ish outfit. But he's decorated it accordingly to the point you wouldn't be able to tell it was once a well maintained piece of military equipment. Spikes welded all over the barrel and at the bottom of the stock, probably to be used like some spiked bat. stupid charms and a deep green and purple paint job sprayed all over the weapon. I honestly feel bad for it.

The bastard swings it around towards me and manages to get a shot off before I tackle him into the metal bars of the caged fire escape, bending them outwards. He got a glancing hit off my side but I grit through the pain, any hesitation and he might get another one off. I hear him groaning quietly, starting to recover but we can't let that happen now can we. I grip him by the collar of his leather jacket before planting a knee in his gut. He looks ready to hurl but I don't give him the chance as I move a hand up to the side of his head, bashing it up against the bars again. He falls limp against the grated floor, unconscious.

"Stay down kid"

I tell the punk for good measure . Can't waste much time on these small fries, the big fish is getting away. sprinting through the door I come out onto a catwalk overlooking the ground floor. The floor is split into two sections by a long green pool. Water was once boiled there by nuclear power to create electricity. Though now the water is a sick green color with all sorts of nasty crap growing off it, no longer clear. Can't even see how deep it is now.

Metal bridges connect each side of the ground floor, letting people cross from side to side. Though most of them are rusted with holes eroded through them from time passed. Some have even fallen or been bent down into the pools.

Both sides of the floor seem to have had most, if not all the machinery gutted and removed. All to make room for god knows how many crates full of weapons and ammo. There are so many crates I couldn't hope to count them all even if I was given all day.

There are even a few mechs here and there. Some look to be from Japan, some closer to home. A few look like they're slowly being stripped for parts, maybe to make homemade weapons?

The few punks that are still inside are in a panic as they rip open crates, probably looking for weapons to fight big green with. But the most important thing I see is Renegade. The coward is scurrying through the metal and wood crates like a rat in a maze. Looks to be trying to get to the back of the room as quick as he can. I look forward to where he's heading and spy a big bulky door. It's clearly a new addition. So new they haven't even painted over sloppy brickwork the door's attached to. The door itself looks a bit like some vault door to a bank.

I start to follow him from above on the catwalk before I get down low, bullets whizzing pass my head. Looking down I see one gangster aiming their gun up at me from the opposite end of the floor, crap. He starts shouting and pointing at me bringing everyone in the weapons wearhouse to bring their attention to me, double crap. Even Renegade looks up at me and he starts running for his life away from me, good choice on his part.

They all start firing up at me, almost pinning me down. This isn't a good place for cover, need to move. I vault over the side of the catwalk, falling down to the floor. My bones rattle around in my legs as I hit the ground with a thud and a cloud of dust. It's almost enough to give me the jitters. But no time for being an old man, need to move. I roll to the side, taking cover behind a stack of crates as the ground where I was is lit up with hot plasma and bullets. Close one.

I take that moment to look myself over and god damnit, my favorite jacket is riddled with holes and burn marks. Not only from that punk with the shotgun but it seems some of the bastards here got in a lucky shot or two on my way down. I growl as I notice I'm starting to bleed through the jacket, staining the whites red. Oh they're gonna pay for this big time, had this jacket since before overwatch!

Reaching up I rip off one of the yellow grenades that's strapped to my shoulder. Pulling the pin off it and tossing it back around the wooden crate I'm pressed against. I make my move as soon as I hear it explode followed by a few people screaming in pain. Tapping the side of my visor and activating it's auto aim feature. Red figures start to pop up all over the place mostly on the other end of the room, across the stagnant green pool.

"I've got you in my sights."

I say, mostly to myself as I move up towards the bastards. The tide of battle quickly turns back in my favor as whoever dares poke their head out quickly gets a burst of hot plasma sent into their chest. Pushing up I start moving across one of the metal bridges while keeping the scum pinned down. There's an ammo crate that a cluster of these bastards are hiding behind. Should be more aware of your surroundings, I think to myself. I send a swarm of helix rockets into the crate setting off a huge explosion and sending both people and bullets flying through the air!

Some unfortunately thug get sent flying into the disgusting pool of gunk dividing the floor. I can't help but cringe as I see her fall in, that's gotta be a fate worse than death. But even so, I harden myself not letting them gain an inch as I push forward. Keeping most of the punks that were firing at me pinned down behind their boxes. At least that was until I felt my visor starting to overheat.

The auto aim shuts down severing the link between my visor and weapon. Just as that happens the couple of fuckers left over start trying to rush me. Cocky bastards think they can take me on just cuz my visor shut down.

I pop out the now spent pulse cartridge, quickly slamming another into the top of my rifle just as the first bastard gets within a few feet. Armed with little more than some oversized machete he swings wildly at me. I take a step back and to the side letting the blade move past me smacking into the metal railing of the bridge. I see him tense as the vibrations move up his weapon, into his arm, and through his body. While he's busy trying to stop his bones from quaking I slam the butt of my gun up into his chin shattering his teeth as they crash together.

He screams out in understandable pain as I see a second thug pushing up to me this one with another shotgun like the punk on the fire escape. I grab onto the one in front of me using him as a shield as his buddy pumps a slug into his back. This is why I prefer to work alone. I throw his now wounded friend into him forcing him to drop his weapon to catch him.

Moving in on the two gangsters I grab the one with broken teeth by his face before slamming his head into the railing and throwing him over. I shudder as he falls into the green muck with a splash. The next was too shocked he just shot his own friend in the back. I rear back before slamming my fist into his face. He gets sent back against the railing falling over it and into the muck below with his friend.

I chuckle to myself as I step off the bridge, cracking my knuckles, I still got it. But I was too cocky, I didn't even notice the glare of a sniper aiming down at me from one of the catwalks above. All I hear is the band as the bastard catches me right in the chest. Slamming me back against a stack of crates that I knock over and forcing me to get down to avoid their next shot.

I try to get back up to see where they are but the second I do another round grazes my face putting a crack in my mask. Getting back down I start to notice how everything feels like it's swirling around me. Starting to feel dizzy, probably from all the blood loss. Alright, I put it off long enough, gotta use the thing, I need a pick me up.

Reaching around to the back of my belt I tear off my biotic emitter. I pant the thing on the ground and watch as it starts to pump out a clear cloud of yellow nanobots. My wounds start to close up and everything gets a bit less dizzy. Angela, you are a god damn genius.

Now all that's left is to deal with the sniper up on the catwalk. The crate next to me seems to be marked as explosives, maybe they can be useful. I slam my elbow into the wooden walls of the crate and out spills a few dozen kinds of grenades. Including one I recognize as a swarm grenade. Lucky me.

Picking up the grenade I press in the button on the top with my thumb. After a second or two the body of the grenade lights up with a few dozen rows of red lights. That's when I know I should probably get rid of the thing. I hurl the swarm grenade over the crates and into the air at the cost of a round through my hand. But the nanobots quickly get to work closing and healing the wound. The grenade bursts apart in the air, a swarm of small glowing, robotic bugs being sent out of it. They all lock in on the one sniper with murderous intent and start flying right at him.

He tries to shoot them at first before he realizes it won't stop them. Dropping his gun he starts running as fast as he can. But it's no use as the bots slam into his back, exploding and sending bits of his body everywhere.

It's also around that time that my biotic emitter starts to run out of power. It folds back in on itself after it detects all its nanobots are back inside and goes inert. I pick up the small cylinder and snap it into the charging device I have attached to the back of my belt. That little thing comes in real handy in a pinch but it needs some time to recharge between uses.

Standing up and scanning the area, I don't see anymore of Renegade's goons. Which just leaves me and him. I started full sprinting towards the back of the power plant where that vault door was. Wasted too much time on these bastards already, Renegade might've already gotten away.

Lucky for me the bastard left the door at the back of the plant open. As I pass through the door I bring my gun up to a firing position ready to shoot whoever might rush out. Inside is just a small room with an open hatch in front of me. There's a set of stairs leading down into darkness and a filing cabinet pushed into the corner of the room. The top of the filing cabinet is labeled inventory, guess it never hurts to stay organized.

Slowly and carefully I start to make my way down the set of stairs, flipping my visor into it's night vision mode. The stairs lead down to a tunnel that curves hard to the left almost as soon as you get down. It's partially flooded with a layer of water sitting about ankle high. Thankfully my boots keep out most of the murky water. But unfortunately for my nose it smells like a damn swamp down here.

I shake the smell out of my head and push forward. A loud splash follows each step I take as I hug the wall right up until I reach the corner. Swinging around past the corner I bring my rifle up again ready to blow away the first thing I see. But there's nothing there but a long narrow tunnel with thick metal pipes running along the walls and ceiling, completely covering them. There's another set of stairs and another hatch at the very end of the tunnel. The hatch has also been left open.

This doesn't quite feel right, shouldn't this guy be a bit more concerned with making sure I couldn't follow him. At least shutting the doors behind him as he goes. I start trudging through the flooded tunnel, now keeping an eye out for any traps he might've left me. But there are none, either this guy is a sloppy coward or he's trying to lead me. Regardless, I close the distance between me and the stairs as fast as I can.

I start to climb the stairs keeping my gun at the ready in anticipation for a trap or in case Renegade and more of his pals try to catch me off guard. Climbing out through the hatch I look around to get a read on my position. I'm in one of the huge cooling towers flanking the power plant. The top of the tower is partially destroyed with its massive fan hanging by a few pieces of metal and missing a blade. Looks like it could fall if the wind blew too hard.

But more importantly, there, in the middle of the tower is a huge, bulky, red mech. one made during the Omnic Crisis, a relic of the past just like me. Except this one has been well maintained, given a custom paint job with a red skull plastered onto the cockpit which sits in what you'd consider it's chest. Along with that some custom weaponry has been added onto it where some were probably destroyed or lost. It stands at fifteen feet tall but that's only offline. Standing at it's full height I'm sure it's more like twenty feet tall.

It has four arms, two large and two small, the small welded on under the larger ones. The small ones look to be new additions taken from the other mechs. They each seem to have a rotary machine gun in place of hands. The large ones were definitely the original arms though, or at least we're meant to be there. The right one had some work done on it. Where once there would have been a huge gun of some sort like a repurposed AA cannon there was instead a massive blade connected to the elbow joint. Probably made from the giant fan above, it had rust spots all over it but still looked like it could still cleave a car in half. The other has a giant mechanical claw in place of a hand. It looks almost like the jaws of life in design but is clearly made for the exact opposite purpose.

I see jet boosters on it's back and a few more strapped to it's digitigrade legs. Though I know for certain these things weren't made for flying, so most likely they're there for quick bursts of speed. I also take note of the box missile launchers mounted on each shoulder. Were probably used as surface to air attacks in the past but now look to be all purpose.

The hull of the mech is one half old, rusted, military grade steel. The other half is layers of sloppily hammered scrap steel welded onto its frame. There are holes here and there where you can see exposed wires and cables. Some cables loosely hang out of other holes or are just left uncovered entirely. It's a very sketchy looking mech to be sure.

I'm not surprised that a guy like Renegade would want to have a skirmisher class omnic destroyer like this. But I'm dumbstruck he actually has one, one that looks usable too. I was certain they all were either put out of commission, dismantled, or put into storage after the peace treaty was signed. So how the hell did someone like Renegade get his hands on a piece of weaponry like this.

"hey holmes, I see you checking out my ride. She a beauty ain't she? Almost as good looking as the car you and ya friend destroyed!!"

Renegade yells out at me from somewhere. I bring my rifle up now scanning the area, doing a full 360 of my surroundings. I can hear the fucker but I don't see him anywhere, that is until the lights inside the mech flicker on. Oh you've got to be kidding me.

"Yeah, she's a rare one for sure. Would've been nothing more than a dream machine if I hadn't met those Talon fuckers. Dunno how they did it but they got me this bad girl in exchange for a bit of my services. Three decades old, beaten up but still alive. Been working on her for years now getting her back to her glory days."

I let out a groan as he starts going on and on about his mech. Like a gear head talking about the car he's working on. Almost makes me want to put a round through my head.

"Get out of the mech now and maybe I'll take you to the cops in one piece."

I warn him, though I'm probably in no position to make threats. But I'm not worried, I could take out twenty of him back in the day. 'Course that was a long time ago, and they wouldn't have been in mechs back then. But old or not I'm sure I can handle some punk in a rusty piece of junk.

"HAH, one piece? You should be more concerned with not getting torn to several! Besides I don't think your friend out there has any intention of leaving anyone whole."

The mech starts to come online now standing to it's full height, the missile launchers swivel around and aim down at me as two red dots light up on my chest. Well at least he knows the severity of the threat.

I turn on my heels as missiles are shot down at me. They slam into the ground and explode as I haul ass back to the hatch. Jumping down it I hear the rockets exploding making the whole tunnel tremble and sending dust and debris colliding against my mask. Wasn't expecting that lunatic to fire missiles inside a building like that.

"Aw what's the matter old timer? don't wanna play? You were talking all that good shit a second ago!! Fine be that way, let's go see if your friend is any more sporting!"

I hear the mech slamming into the stone walls of the cooling tower. I'm impressed he isn't trying to run away, my sources misjudged him. Though I guess having a giant mech with all sorts of weapons on it puts the spine back into anyone.

Also who the hell does he keep calling my friend!? Does he think mean and green out there is with me? Fat chance, like I said I prefer to work alone.

Third person

The wall crumbles outward with a second slam from the mech's arm. Through the dust the giant 20 foot frame of the mech steps out of the hole it just made. Before him stands the Doom Slayer, the ruined bodies of the King Killer gang lay behind him. This only proves to infuriate renegade as all his weapons turn their sights on the Doom Marine.

Soldier 76 climbs his way back up the stairs and through the hatch, partially torn apart by the rockets. He comes up just in time to see the fighting kick off. Slayer vs. Renegade.


A/N: OK, finally done, this took a lot longer than I wanted it to, which I'm sorry for again. I'm also thinking about adding snippets of different languages since overwatch is such a diverse group and game. Translations of the words would be but in brackets like this [bla bla bla]. Tell me what y'all think about it if it throws off the flow of the story or not.