The Darkest Knight

Chapter 4: The Cloak

My teeth sank into my lower lip, and I pulled the last stitch through the skin on my lower ribs. I sighed and, holding the last excess of the string in one hand, I used my free hand to grab my knife and cut it off.

"So exactly how much Sealing-Gel do we have left?" I moved my right side and twirled my arm once to ensure the stitches wouldn't pop out. They pulled, and I felt it, but they stayed in my side.

Dig floated next to me, lowering to inspect my handiwork before replying, "not much. Six bags in total. Enough for another surgery, but thats all. We need to be careful, we're low on almost everything else as well, medically speaking."

I huffed. "Thank the Traveler for being to able to heal. What about ammo? I haven't checked since we got here."

There was a moment of silence and Dig floated back up to eye level as I slid off the table in the main room and walked over to the couch. Cabinets lined the walls, a small fridge sat in the corner next to my weapons rack, and my bottle of water sat on
the table next to where I had just been. I slid a white shirt on before looking at the leather jacket draped over the back of the couch.

"Well, if my countings right, which it is, we have six hundred and thirty four rounds for Last Word and Rapier. Two hundred and one, for your shotgun and sniper. And twenty for the big guy."

"That's pretty low." I frowned, grabbing the black jacket from the couch and wrapping it around me.

"Yeah. We need to conserve ammo. I have no idea if I'll be able to forge anymore from anything on this planet. Raze Lighter can recharge itself but I'd rather us not be relying on a sword for every fight."

I nodded. "Agreed."

I turned to the cockpit and moved inside, sitting in the only chair and staring out the window to the dark blue sky above and the green earth below. I wondered how high we really were. I knew it was considered low orbit but what was the exact height?
Could I survive a fall?

"I could revive you if you didn't." Dig said floating up to me once more, as he too stared out the window.

"True."

"And since technically there's no darkness here, I could just keep reviving you."

I blinked. I hadn't even thought of that! I was so used to it…. to the Darkness always being there, always being present anywhere I went and the fear of death, of being overwhelmed by darkness so that I would one day not come back…

But the darkness wasn't here. Which meant I couldn't die. Ever.

Fuck.

Yes.

"Dying hurts." Dig warned.

I glared at him and crossed my arms together. "I know that! You don't have to remind me…" I could never forget how much dying hurt.

"Anyway," I started turning back to the glass and kicking my feet up to rest on the dashboard of the cockpit, "have you managed to find out anything about the shooter?"

"No, I didn't have time to scan him, and from the video replay I can't see anything significant that would indicate who he is or who he worked for." Dig floated up next to me, hovering as he too looked out to the sky.

"Did you find anything of use?"

"Yeah but it might make you feel good, or feel like shit."

I waved a hand at him. "Just tell me."

"All right." Dig passed me and light illuminated the cockpit as a hologram of a city, or part of a city, popped up in front of us. "From the time you spent down watching the parade, your little scuffle with D'va and the assassin, and from the security
cameras I accessed to see who he shot, I was able to build a very rough 3D image of the immediate area."

My eyes squinted and I was able to make out a rough outline of the streets where the parade had been. Some of the buildings looked familiar too.

Suddenly a blue dot appeared in one of the buildings. Then a red dot appeared at what I guessed was several floors above the blue.

"Let me guess I'm the blue and the assassin's the red."

"Yup." Dig then grew quiet as five more dots appeared, the one in the middle green and the other four white. they were down on the street below and I already knew who they represented.

"So," Dig started, "if you look at the assassin's height, from the moment we first saw him and the angle his rifle was set at, I was able to pinpoint his shot. Well at least guess where his shot was initially aimed."

A line appeared between the red dot and the green dot.

"Wait but isn't that-"

"Ms. Song? Yes, she was the target." Dig floated higher for some reason. "Apparently his shot was lined up with her but when you entered the room and started yelling you interrupted it."

I saw my blue dot reach the same floor as the red and start approaching. Why was Hana the target?

He then continued, "he was obviously surprised to see us, so he miss fired and hit the person on her right." I saw the white dot directly next to D'va fade from existence.

"Why would he be surprised though?" I asked. "He took out several security guards and expected the buildings staff to just ignore it?"

"I don't know." Dig admitted. "From the way he responded to us, his ability to evade you for a few moments, and his willingness to off himself, he seemed professional. Or at least knew what he was doing."

"Yet he was surprised that someone investigated the area he was in?" I narrowed my eyes. "Something about that's not right."

"Of course he could've been just genuinely surprised to see us so soon. Maybe he thought he had more time to fire and make an escape before more security showed up." Dig added.

I shook my head. "Maybe. but what other reason could he think he would be left alone?"

"Most likely there was an accomplice."

"You think someone in the building helped him?"

"It's possible, or there was another assassin in the building offing the security guards while he set up the shot."

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "Maybe. A lot of this just seems off. What would someone gain from assassinating a hero? A young girl no less."

"Then there's the fact she only fought in the war against the omniums." Dig replied.

Another shake of my head and I said, "so what would a human gain from killing her?"

"No idea. Maybe they could make her a martyr."

"Only if she was killed by an omnium. It's possible they set one up to take the fall if she did die."

Dig was silent for a moment and the hologram died. "It's possible, but again what would someone gain from killing her?"

"Starting a war."

We grew quiet, our minds running through the possibilities. What could someone accomplish from killing Hana? What was the purpose? Was starting a war really on this man's agenda?

You're far too late to stop us… That's what he said.

But who was he talking about?

"You and me both both wonder that." Dig added. I nodded.

"How's she doing?" I asked.

"Alive still, but theres not much else either of us can do. If she pulls through these next couple of days then I'd garner she's going to live.

"Good. Bastion?"

"Still in the hangar wondering what the hell happened."

I nodded once more then said, "well I guess I should explain. Don't want him freaking out. Also have you made that translator yet?"

"Almost. Been busy saving a girl's life." Dig chided.

"True." I replied before getting out of my seat and stretching once more. I glance at the main room and over to the weapons locker. "Well, what should we do?"

"We could fix your armor for starters."

Day's passed. Three to be exact.

In that time I fully repaired my armor and Dig made the damn translator. We also tried to find out more on the shooter and went over the possible reason of someone trying to kill Hana Song and what they could gain from that. Again, we only came to the
same conclusions; either the shooter was a sociopath, or someone was trying to start a new war or wave of hatred against the Omnium's.

And worse still, Ms. Song was sleeping in my room, still recovering. She hadn't woken up in thee days and I was starting to worry. She made in through the first night where she almost died several times on me and I expected her to wake up after that but
she still had yet to wake.

"Maybe we should take her to a hospital." I stated as I flipped my knife from my right to my left hand.

"If you want. She seems stable enough now that they could theoretically take care of her, but we both know how dangerous it would be putting her in a hospital. She's comatose and someone wants her dead." Dig replied as I grunted and continued flipping
my knife form my spot in the cockpit.

"We still need to check the cosmodrome."

"I know, but do you really want to fly there and have Ms. Song wake up and then explain why you kidnapped her? And there's the fact-"

I interrupted with a roll of my eyes. "Please."

"She won't see it like that."

"Dig, we're like ten thousand feet in the air. By your logic I'm pretty sure she'd consider that kidnapping even if I was floating over South Korea's capital."

Dig blinked. "Maybe."

"Exactly, but I know we shouldn't leave her." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "What if we took her and explain to the authorities our guess about someone trying to kill her? Think they'd be able to protect her?"

"I doubt it." Dig replied. "That Assassin managed to keep with you, even for only a moment. I doubt their forces would be able to stop someone dedicated enough to killing her."

"So what? We tell her she's staying with us while we go to Russia?" I asked.

"I don't know! I don't know everything!"

I shook my head. "We can't just keep her here…. Not unless she wants to stay, and even then if we show up in the Cosmodrome and we find Hive? She won't last five minutes against them without her damn mech."

My friend was quiet.

My eyes traveled back to the glass cockpit and I once more stared out to the dark sky and stars above. I tried to focus on the stars, on Jupiter or Mars, but it was pointless. I couldn't help but think about Hana.

She was young, and I know if I hadn't intervened she wouldn't have a head right now. But her friend was dead, and she was comatose. I felt bad. I'm not sure why, but I did. Maybe it was because I panicked, because… Maybe I failed again. She was innocent,
at least as far as I knew. But I….

I….

Dig then interrupted my thoughts. "Well, aside from our wonderful talk, I'd like to inform you our guest has woken up."

"Great." I sighed and leaned my head back. Our last interaction hadn't gone well and now I had to explain to her where she was and why she was here. "This'll be fun."

With that I got up and made my way into the main room and over to the locked door that was my bedroom. Hopefully she forgot I drove my knife into her chest.

I looked down at my hands. There was still blood crusted in my nails and I had yet to get the scent out of my nose. I was used to it, but I still hated the smell.

She had barley held on these past days, and it was sheer luck that she made it too today alive.

In a flash of light my armor appeared over me.

"Before you go in I would recommend ducking once you do. She apparently took a liking to your lamp and hoped to use it to get into major league baseball."

"Wonderful." I groaned before Dig unlocked the door and it then slid open.

I could see inside, the automatic lights were on and I stepped in. I immediately ducked and the lamp flew over my head, slamming into the wall and shattering.

There was a grunt of pain. I spun and grabbed D'Va's weak punch before it could make contact. She flinched and I saw her favoring her right side, which hadn't been nearly as bad as the left.

Blue eyes surrounded by tired circles defiantly stared back at me and I noticed how short this girl really was.

At five nine I wasn't a giant like Lord Shax, but I wasn't tiny either. I personally thought I was a good height, small enough to get into small spaces in case of a hasty retreat and large enough to go toe to toe with the smaller Hive and Fallen soldiers
without feeling overwhelmed.

But this girl was short. Like almost a foot shorter than me. I guess I couldn't tell when she was in her mech.

"How tall are you?" I blinked.

Obviously taken aback by the question she stepped back, I released her fist of course, and she looked at me wide eyed. "What?"

"I asked how tall are you." I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall next to the door.

She lunged towards me, but was slow thanks to her still healing wounds. I simply side stepped and gently pushed her back with my hand before retaking my spot. She stumbled, gasping as I guess pain, rocked her body. Her hands wrapped around her sides and
she hunched over slightly, her knees bending as she visibly tried to fight the pain.

With a shake of my head I spoke up, "don't move too much. You'll rip open your wounds and I don't want have to use the last of the gel on you again."

She glared at me.

"So how tall are you?"

Her eyes flickered to the door.

I sighed. "Don't try it. There's literally no where to go," except ten thousand feet down I thought, "plus I have food. And you're welcome for saving your life."

A glare was my reward and the girl wrapped her arms around herself. "You changed me?"

Heat rushed too my cheeks. "Look you're not the first girl I've seen naked, and besides it was either change you or let you stink up my bedroom in a blood soaked, and torn, one piece spandex suit. Not really comfortable I bet."

She stayed quiet but her hard look never left me. She had guts, I'll give her that.

"You were also out for three days." I added lightly, staring at my hand as if I was inspecting my finger nails. "Honestly I'm surprised you made it. Even with the sealing-gel I expected your heart or lungs to give out."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

I motioned to the small couch inside my room. She ignored my request and I rolled my eyes before replying. "Sealing-Gel. Its advanced medical gel, obviously, that basically seals minor lacerations back together. In enough amounts it can seal larger wounds
like a missing limb but the amount of painkillers it administers would knock even me out. It's useful in a tight spot and it literally saved your life after I fixed and stitched back together your lung, and fixed up your ribs."

She was quiet and stared at me like I had grown a third head.

"I saved your life." I glared at her now, annoyed with her damn attitude. "So show some damn gratitude."

That got her to look away, but I could tell her attitude was a long way from being gone.

You know what? This conversation sucks. She can pout and I'm gonna make myself…. well whatever I have in the fridge, cause damn it I'm hungry!

I turned away from Hana and took one step before she spoke.

"Why'd you kill my friend?"

I looked at her with a frown. "I didn't try to kill your friend. I tried to save you five. I just wasn't fast enough."

"Liar." She growled.

"Oh for fuck's sake." I hissed. "Dig! Get in here!"

My little light floated in, his 'eye' wide as he looked at me then Hana. I heard her gasp, but from surprise or pain I wasn't sure and didn't care. I threw a thumb at Dig. "This is Dig. He's basically a drone of mine. He recored the whole fight. Show
her."

My Ghost, well shrugged, and lightglittered form his eye and a holographic video popped to life in front of me. It was the feed from my helmet, whatever my visor had seen, Dig always recored. The video played back and I leaned back against the wall
as the scene played out.

I saw her face change only for a second to one of surprise when she saw me interrogating the shooter, but it changed back to the hard look when she saw me looking.

A huff escaped my lips, though it was almost inaudible.

What is her problem…

She hates me without any reason. Well granted, I guess she has a reason considering she thinks I killed her friend.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I need to relax and listen.

Katy always told me to listen more. To relax more.

But then I hear the screams… I hear her and-

"So what?"

I open my eyes and see Hana standing there, her arms now crossed as she lightly glared at me. At least it wasn't the full blown hateful gaze from before.

"I didn't kill your friend." I restated. "I was trying to stop him like I said."

She grew quiet and looked down at the floor. "What happened to me?"

I rubbed my head. "You don't remember?"

"No… I…." She hesitated then completely went silent.

"Shock." Dig stated and her eyes shot up to him in fear.

She gasped. "It talks!"

"Yes he does, but what don't you remember? Thats more important than the floating lightbulb." I stated, trying to regain her attention.

She stared at Dig before swallowing hard and turning to me. Her arms wrapped around her tighter and I saw her grimace. "After you pulled your knife to my throat… I don't remember…."

So she forgot the fact her friends fired on me and subsequently hit her. And she forgot I stabbed her. Great. How do you tell someone you stabbed them? I'd never… Ok I have purposefully stabbed someone before, but not to where they didn't remember and
all because of a serious misunderstanding!

I pursed my lips for a moment then replied. "I… sort of stabbed you… It was reflex when you tried to shoot me with my own gun. Your friends I think, thought I killed you then opened fire. I tried to cover you but some of their rounds hit."

Hana's lips turned to a growl. "Then why am I here?"

"Because I saw how hurt you were. I never wanted to actually harm you, if I did I would've finish the snipers job." I crossed my arms.

Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes went wide. "What do you mean finish the job?"

"You were the target. Found out not too long ago myself."

"How do you know?"

"Calculated his initial trajectory and where you and your friend were. If I hadn't surprised him then his shot would've killed you instead." I explained and Dig, I think, nodded.

"What?" She yelled, her teeth suddenly closing and her eyes slamming shut. Her hands gripped her side and she stumbled forward. I immediately knew she had overexerted herself, and lunged forward just in time to catch her before she hit the floor.

I gently helped her back up. "You ok?"

She nodded lightly and pushed me off. I stepped back.

"Take me to a hospital."

I bit my cheek. "Are you sure? Someone tried to kill you and since you're not dead…" I left the threat unsaid.

"I'm not staying here." She immediately snapped.

I raised my hands. "I didn't say anything about staying here, though I have to admit, staying here is probably your safest bet."

She looked around. "Where is here?"

"Well this is kind of my bedroom." I motioned to the room. "And this is kind of like my… secret lair. Super secure, top of the line security and all…"

And theres the fact we're currently low orbit over the earth, so anyone who tried to get in would have to fly up into orbit and try to board a moving ship, but she didn't need to know that.

"Why should I stay here? My friends need to know I'm okay." D'Va stated, her head lowering as she slowly moved to the couch, grimacing as she sat down.

I followed her, but stayed standing. "Staying here is the safest bet you have, but I need to head to Russia. There's… something I need to find."

"I'm not going to Russia." She replied.

"Well it seems we've reached an impasse."

"Seems like it." She said. Suddenly she shivered, and coughed. I walked over to my bed and yanked the comforter off before going back and wrapping it over her shoulders. She tensed up, but let me finish and I stepped away as she pulled the blanket tighter
around her.

"If you need anything, let me know. We'll talk more tomorrow about taking you to a hospital or about staying here. Get some rest." I sighed and turned away. She didn't reply and the doors to my room slid shut as I left, Dig following right behind me.

I took my helmet off and slid it under my arm. "Where should we drop her off?"

"What?" Dig floated in front of me. "I thought you were going to wait and see-"

"We need to go to Russia. We need to see whats there and what isn't. She'll be fine for a few days." I walked to the table and my armor disappeared.

"Nate, she needs someone to watch out for her while she's so weak! She could barely stand! If a trained assassin comes after her then what? Is she supposed to cough on them?"

"I know!" I growled. "That's why we'll be back here as fast as possible! She doesn't want to go to Russia with us so I'm not going to kidnap her and force her to come!"

"Going to Russia is a bad idea."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why?"

"There nothing for us there. I checked."

"What do you mean you checked?"

Dig sighed. "I hacked the satellite systems of South Korea and bounced off them till I managed to get into the surveillance and communications systems of the Cosmodrome. There's nothing there about the Last City, or the Hive, or the Traveler. Nothing,
not a peep. As far as the worlds concerned, none of them exist."

I blinked. "When did you do this?"

"Last night. I verified the information over and over, heck I'm still running a sixth verification right now. I wanted this last one complete before I told you but…" The Ghost twirled.

"So-"

"There's nothing there Nate. I'm sorry."

I sat down, my hands griping the table in front of me. "So… this is Earth?"

"Yes."

"But there's no Tower or City?"

"No…"

I sighed and closed my eyes. We really weren't on my Earth. Sure everything pointed at it, and part of me accepted it the moment I saw Rio, but… A part of me still hoped beyond hope, that the Tower was still there. That my fellow Guardians were still
there.

Alas, I was alone.

Truly alone.

"So what're we gonna do?"

I wasn't sure. What was I gonna do?

Thoughts filled my head, of Rio, of Crota, of Atheon. I remembered smiling faces of Guardians, of a Warlock and a Titan. A massive man who's personality was more humble than a monk and a delicate looking woman who's features betrayed her ferocity and
power.

I remembered the promise.

Protect them all…

"Nate?"

"Dig…"

My friend floated around me in a circle. "Humanity is here too, Nate. Thriving, but on the brink of war. We could help here, make a real difference."

Was he right?

Protect them all…

Of course he was. My eyes opened and turned to the floating machine besides me. I smiled, I wasn't completely alone. "Well, I did make a promise"

He laughed. "Then lets kick some ass."

I nodded. "Lets find out who tried to kill Hana. Bring us out of orbit, we're gonna transmit down."

"Where?"

"Find me the nearest police station."

"Look when I said kick some ass I didn't mean the police's ass. I meant the asses of bad guys and assassins, you fucking twat." Dig said into my helmet.

I ignored him and gazed down at the headquarters of the National Police Agency, one of the many police organizations in the country, which was just across the street. I had Dig track down whoever was handling the investigation of D'va's kidnapping and
the assassination of her friend. Both led us here.

Their building was tall, not as tall as the main skyscrapers down town, but at a little over fifty stories it was still menacing in it's own right. It's walls were made of a peachy stone, but large tinted windows took up most of the surface area. Two
security guards stood in front of the building and several members of the press were trying to gain entrance. Of course they were denied entry which just made watching them try to squirm their way in all the funnier.

Anyway, we were here to see what leads they had on D'va's case, and on the assassination. I wanted to make sure that we we're in the clear and people wouldn't be looking for us all over the world, but I had sort of dragged her through downtown Seoul while
driving a floating bike.

Hopefully they had more info on the Assassin.

Now Dig had tried to connect via satellite servers and I had come down to just watch and see if they detected him, but the satellite link wasn't strong enough for him to break into their security and search all their files. He was good, but not infallible.
So here we were, preparing to break into the headquarters of the dudes who I'm sure are searching for us.

Either way, getting close to their servers would allow Dig to slip through their defense faster and skim the files faster, meaning we wouldn't have to wait several days. We could do it in less than an hour.

"The trail's cold enough as it is." Dig stated, referring to my thoughts.

"Yup, and hopefully we can help Hana out and find her friends killer."

"Well we found him. He's just in several pieces."

"You know what I mean."

Dig didn't reply and I stood up. "Hopefully this catches their attention." I grabbed the next Big Thing off my back and raised it to the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots and I saw the reporters below dive to the ground and the security guards glancing up at the building I was on. I think one started to speak but I couldn't tell from this height.

I spun around and leapt of the building and into an alley way. My boosters fired off twice to slow my descent and I rolled behind a dumpster.

"Dig?"

"Hold up, accessing cameras and communications… Ok we've got four cops holding the street, weapons aimed at the building and… Oh. Looks like their SWAT teams just left and are infiltrating the building. No one saw you jump, you're good for about five
minutes."

I nodded and invisibility took me before I sprinted out of my hiding place and through the alley, into the street.

I saw the cops, the stopped cars and the reporters cowering in fear. Without a moments hesitation I leapt over the nearest car and rolled to the next one. My steps we're quiet and no one seemed to notice me. I continued on and jumped over another car
before sliding up to the curb and climbing up the steps to the building just as my invisibility ran out.

A grenade formed on my hip and instantly detonated, coating me in smoke and invisibility with a beep.

I froze and looked back at the cops holding the street. Two had turned to me and one was already walking towards me even though I was invisible.

My eyes looked to the sliding, glass, double doors. They were shut and if I knew anything I'm sure they we're locked up tight now.

"Dig?"

"Hold on… Ok got it."

An alarm started to blare and the doors suddenly opened. I blinked then suddenly people started flooding form the building, secretaries, officers, and dozens of others.

"Dig, what did you do?"

"Set off a building wide fire alarm."

"Smart." I laughed then as then I leapt into the crowds and literally bull dozed through half of them as I charged into the lobby, before priming a grenade. People toppled to the ground, some cursing and others screaming as an invisible force knocked
them over.

The shrill screeching of the fire alarm sill filled the air and made the scene all the more chaotic. Officers drew their weapons and I simply tossed the grenade at the ceiling before diving behind the nearest thing I saw- A trash can. Again.

Boom!

An explosion shook the room and I glanced up as the ceiling started to crumble. I knew it would be mostly cosmetic damage but I needed the distraction.

Invisibility once more overtook me and I dashed out of my cover and to the nearest set of stairs. I caught site of officers quickly escorting people out of the building and saw two staring up at the hole in the ceiling with wide, curious eyes.

My feet stopped a foot from the stars and I gently pried the door open just enough for me to slip through. I silently shut the door behind me and my invisibility wore off.

"All right, which way?"

"Server room is only the tenth floor."

I blinked up and grabbed the railing to the second floor and flipped onto the stairs. I leapt up again and blinked a second time to the third, this time landing on the railing before pushing off and using my boosters to propel up not one, but two flights
of stairs.

I grabbed the railing to the fifth floor and pulled myself up. I continued the process of successive jumps and blinks and boosts, till a few moments later I was at the door for the tenth floor. I drew Last Word from my thigh and pushed it open ever so
slightly.

It was dark inside except for the yellow lights of the alarm. I waited for a few moments then snuck inside.

With a click the door closed and I silently prowled through the jungle of servers. As far as I could tell no one besides me was here, so I kneeled down next to a server and held out my hand. A few seconds later Dig appeared and immediately turned to the
server on his right.

A light spewed forth form him as he scanned and infiltrated the system.

I sat back against the server and waited. Part of me expected security to rush up and start shooting at me, and for us to have to fight tooth and nail to get out of here, but as time passed no one came.

The alarm eventually stopped and only the lights of the servers filled the room, but even fifteen minutes later, no one came.

So I sat here twirling my knife in my hand and waiting for Dig to complete his search.

The thoughts of home came back.

I didn't know if I'd ever see the Tower again. I mean, to be honest, I had no idea where I was. The conversation Dig and I had back in the forests outside of Rio came to mind.

Was it possible we had time traveled? I had thought it plausible then, and well, I certainly did now. But in my histories there were no mentions of the omnium, of Overwatch, of D'va, of any of it!

So, if we were back in time, and the history was different…

That meant alternate reality.

Crota and Atheon had the ability to go back and forth between dimensions, but I'd never heard of a Guardian doing it. Was it possible?

Did me and Dig really cross dimensions?

"Done."

"Good." I nodded. "Compile anything you can and have it ready for when we get back to the ship. We'll tell Hana everything we know once we get there."

"Even the fact we're possibly from another dimension?"

I shook my head. "Not that much. She'd probably think we're crazy."

"The best people are."

"I'm not crazy."

"Never said you were."

"I hate you." I scowled.

With that Dig disappeared and I stood back up before heading to the stairs. The trip down was much quicker since I just leapt off the side and slowed my fall with my boost's. I landed gently and looked at the door.

I heard silence then someone behind the door yelled something unintelligible.

"Please tell me there's not an army waiting of my outside or in the lobby?"

"There's not an army, but there at least twenty officers preparing to storm the building." Dig said in my ear.

"Great." I sighed. I drew my weapon and prepped another smoke grenade. I would aim for legs and for arms; shots meant to disable not kill, but only if it came to a firefight.

"Any ideas?"

"Sure. Jump."

I went wide eyed and the door exploded open. I blinked up, and the door sailed into the stairs. Men rushed in right as I landed and I slammed my grenade into the ground.

Smoke bursted forth and filled the entire area with a blinding effect.

I heard curses in the native language and dove out into the lobby, invisibility once more coating me.

Other officers had already started to converge on the doorway that was now seeping out smoke and I barely sidestepped a large cop that almost ran my invisible form over as he rushed to his comrades.

I shook my head and slipped past anyone else before making it back to the outside.

Dozens of reporters and News Vans lined the streets, and a dozen more officers held the reporters at bay as a man in a fancy uniform addressed them.

My invisibility went off and I sprinted forward.

I heard gasps and shouts as people surely recognized me, but I never slowed.

A sixth sense kicked in and my heel landed before turning and I twirled down to my knees. Bullets raced over my head and I looked up at the building I had initially scouted the headquarters from before leaping at it.

I disappeared in light, a a split second later reappeared right next to the ledge of the building. My hand grabbed the ledge before gravity pulled me down and I yanked myself up onto the ledge, standing against the window before leaping off and using
my booster to raise me up higher. A final blink, and several bullets later, I was on the roof. Thank God this building was significantly shorter.

"Close." I huffed.

"Transmatting in eight…"

"Cool. Just…" I felt something and spun onto my knee aiming at the budding across from me, the one on the other side of the alleyway I had initially jumped into.

I scanned the roof and found nothing, but my gaze narrowed dangerously.

I had felt the eyes on me, and they hadn't felt friendly.

But the moment left as white light washed over me.

Neon green eyes scanned the building, wondering if the trick of light was truly concealing his target.

Nothing hinted at his target still being present, and only after ten minutes of waiting, did the metallic hand release the sword.

The cyborg stood tall, metal encasing his body and small neon green lights shining softly in the darkness of night.

It didn't matter that the mysterious cloak had disappeared.

He knew what the cloak looked like, his armor, his form, his technique.

He had observed the break in, observed the fight in streets when the cloak kidnapped a young woman- when the cloak had taken the hero, one he had hoped to protect for those he knew would comeknocking.

Still, Genji knew what had to be done.

He knew who the cloak was an enemy, harming the girl proved that.

So he had to find the cloak.

He had to save the girl.

And he had to kill the cloak.

A/N Next chapter is here! A few days late though….

Anyway, not really any action int this chapter, more talking and breaking and entering. D'Va, is weak right now, and not in the best state of mind, but what can you expect after a life threatening injury and watching a friend die right next to you?

Nate… well as you can tell he's dealing with his own issues, but what those are, have yet to be shown. However, in case anyone think him being okay with being a new world was too sudden, the other chapter show how he basically accepted the logical facts, but he still carried a small pit of hope inside him.

Also, Ghost isn't a super super AI, hence why in the game he even has trouble opening and decrypting things in a timely fashion, so I took advantage of that here. In case anyone's wondering, he has access to the internet, so that's how finds most of his info. For more classified stuff he needs more direct access, hence the break in.

Genji is here.

I also took a bit of leeway with Guardians medical supplies. I've never heard or read anything about guardians like stitching themselves up, but I'm sure they do. Of course they have advanced healing, but lets say someone breaks a leg I'm sure the Guardians have medical training and supplies to deal with that. So I decided to go with Sealing-Gel. Self explanatory, but it also won't play to huge a part in the story since theres only a little left.

So that's that! We'll have more of D'Va next chapter, and a sniper of what Tracer and Winston are up too!

Stairman: It's PTSD. He's been through so much crap, a lot of which will be shown as the story goes, that his certain actions trigger him and cause him to remember certain events. Events that haunt even the most staunch and most powerful of guardians. He's surprised when random people attacked him because he's not used to random human attacks. Hive and Fallen? Yes. Humans? Not really.

Guest: He didn't trasmat because it takes like eight seconds to do that. Eight seconds he can't afford in a fight. And thanks for letting me know! I thought Hunters used a mix of tech and arcane power to blink and jump, but I guess not.

Zillafan: Ain't a big enough fan to try it. Sorry man. :/

justreidabook: Yup. Hence why here Nate says Fuck yeah to basically being immortal. Still, he can be captured and tortured if he screwed up enough, plus I doubt dying's a fun experience so naturally he'll try to avoid it.

War Cry's: Thanks! And Mercy will be in the fic, just not yet.

Well thats all for now folks. God bless you guys! Please review! Till next time.

-Metal4k