*Gibraltar: Generator Room*
Morrison opened the door silently as he entered the dark room, his visors automatically providing him with infra-red vision. The darkness reminded him of his time stalking gangsters back in Dorado.
"The power has been cut, copy that? The power has been cut" he heard a familiar voice repeating desperately into what he assumes is a communication device.
Peeking around the corner and he saw him continuing to flip random switches.
"If you can hear me, all powers have been cut, hurry up! The main force is returning!"
Morrison walked forward and, with no warning, grabbed the man's head by the hair and slammed it against the wall.
Groaning in pain, he held out a hand in a sign of surrender, but Morrison grabbed it and broke a finger, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Wh-Who are you? Stop!" the man cried, unable to see in the dark.
"Do you have any idea how long it took for me to be sure you are the mole?" Morrison growled.
"C-commander! I can explain!" Alex begged but Morrison is not having any of it.
As he prepared to throw another punch, Alex managed to grapple him, twisting his body to one side in an attempt to wrestle him to the ground.
But Alex is too slow for the enhanced soldier, combined with the fact he had to fight in pitch black, he was no match for the veteran, who easily used the momentum to smash his opponent to the wall, who, to his credit, maintained his grip.
"You are the reason why the Null Sector attacked Algeciras aren't you? You kept seeping out our probable locations to Talon"
Slamming his elbow into Alex's head, he felt his legs weaken immediately. Grabbing Alex's shirt, he threw him effortlessly across the room.
"The moment you came along, they attacked Paris, then they attacked Spain, skipping an entire continent, then one of our shuttle engines blew up without so much as a pebble hitting it. I know how the Null Sector operates and you think I wouldn't figure out we have a mole?"
Alex quickly stood up, unwilling to give up the fight.
"Overwatch is done for! Talon will bring you all down!" he screamed into the darkness.
"As long as I am standing... Talon will never prevail" Morrison growled.
Alex began throwing punches wildly at the direction where Morrison spoke, desperate to land a hit. Morrison took note that the young man's techniques are good but inexperienced.
"Fight me fairly you coward! No wonder Overwatch failed! It is led by cowards!" he shouted as he attacked blindly, hitting nothing but air.
Stepping back, Morrison aimed his rifle and shot Alex in the foot, who fell back onto the floor with a cry.
"He knows! He knows! Save me!" he heard Alex gasped desperately.
"No one is coming for you boy" Morrison said as he calmly flips on all switches, restoring power back to the base.
"No!" Alex shouted as he tried to stop him, an action which Morrison responded by calmly kicking him back to the ground.
"They know where you are now... They will come for me..." he panted as he tries to squint through the sudden blaze of light.
"No one. Is coming" Morrison said, his face now close to Alex's, forcing him to look at himself in fear in the red visor.
"Where is Talon?" Morrison said as he grabbed another finger.
"I'll never tell you!" Alex shouted in defiance.
A crack is heard and the man screamed in pain.
"I'm going to ask you 8 more times..." he repeated, grabbing another.
*Marbella: Nearby Forest*
Dropping the speaker and making his way quickly to the other side of the bridge, the Owl tried again.
"Regroup at my position!"
"No one is coming for you" Tim said in a sing song voice, now through the coms.
"How did you get this channel?"
"Look to your left"
Spinning to his left, he fired his rifle randomly towards that direction.
"That's not very nice, I think you may have hit your friends" Tim taunted.
It was then he noticed it.
Shining in the moonlight, 10 helmets are lined up neatly on the ground, each with a bullet through the facemasks. He also noticed that there is a space in the middle.
"That space is for you, goodbye Owl" Tim said.
"Wait!"
He shut his eyes, knowing his plea will go unnoticed as he waits for the inevitable shot.
But to his surprise, it did not come.
"Hurry up now, I don't think I can stay here too long" Tim said.
If he accepted the plea then he would...
"Anyone can pull the trigger, but now you'd never know if you can beat me in hand to hand combat" he challenged.
"Why in the world would I want to do that?" Tim inquired.
"Because you are clearly talented, why not put it to the test?"
A moment passed before the Owl heard Tim speak again, this time directly behind him.
"Throw your weapon into the river" he said.
The Owl turned around and he finally laid his eyes at Tim.
"You!" he shouted as he realized it is Matthew, the farmer they caught.
"Weapon. River. Now" he said.
He complied, his weapon disappeared in the roaring tide.
"Still think I'm a bad player?" Tim said with a smile.
"Your Spanish is still horrible" the Owl said with fury in his voice "You will pay for what you've done to my squad"
Throwing his rifle aside, Tim took a fighting stance "Well common then, let's dance"
"Before we start, tell me then, where is the entrance?"
Tim laughed at the question "Why in the world would I tell you?"
"You doubt that you will be able to defeat me?"
Tim shifted his pose slightly at the challenge, he has been deprived from a fight for so long that he needs one good one, the thrill of a fight that he could satiate, the thrill of risking everything on the line and still come out victorious. Everyone told him that this man in front of him is a dangerous foe, what better fight could he ask for now but to prove to them that he is better?
"How about this" he continued, throwing his pack behind him "That is my communicator, so even if you tell me where the base is, I will not be able to report back until I get my pack, but that should not be a problem for someone of your abilities I assume?"
Tim is almost salivating at the challenge. He has no reason to comply, no reason at all. A small voice at the back of his mind begged him to keep his mouth shut, to play it safe.
But the thrill is intoxicating.
"Fine... The HQ is 50 miles down South on a mountain, happy?"
In a blink of an eye, the Enforcer covered the distance between them and threw a kick that Tim could barely block in time.
Tim tried to counter with a jab but it was promptly blocked, resulting to an elbow to the face.
Dazed, he could only block the Enforcer's increasingly powerful attacks. Soon he found himself against a tree as the Owl tears into his defenses.
"Well... This is a problem" Quillion thought to himself as another fist broke through and landed into his gut.
*Bay of Algeciras*
Waiting until the last possible moment before they extract, the vigilantes made sure that the Spanish Army was able to reach the civilians gathered at the park before flying away.
"Wait wait! Where's Quillion?" Lena shouted as the ramps close.
"Any word from base?" Winston asked.
"This is Colonel Smith, Commander Morrison is currently interrogating a prisoner"
Everyone looked at each other in surprise, the Commander is personally interrogating someone?
"Lena said that Jack told her Quillion is in trouble, where is he?" Winston continued.
"The Commander said Lox will take you to him" the Colonel said.
*Marbella: Nearby Forest*
Unable to block the attack, Quillion took another full brunt of a kick, this time causing him to spit blood.
"You're a good fighter, but you lack experience" the Owl said as he threw another punch, causing Quillion's head to snap backwards.
Quillion mixed up his attacks, trying to confuse his opponent, feigning with a boxer's right, he threw a hook kick. However, the Owl saw through the feign, though he was too slow to stop or avoid it, he willingly took the hit while bulldozing forward with his shoulder, knocking Quillion to the ground.
"Common, get up, I'm not done with you yet" the Owl said.
Quillion took a moment before he lashed out with his leg, trying to sweep across his opponent's.
But even that was predicted, as the Enforcer simply raised his leg, landing his own kick across Quillion's face, knocking out a few teeth.
"By the looks of it, you only know how to shoot and nothing else" he said.
"You younger boys are always the same" he continued, grabbing Quillion and threw him against the tree, a noticeable 'crack' sounded from the impact "Always throwing away your advantage to prove nonsense to yourself. To your pride"
Quillion fought back but was cleanly and almost effortlessly repelled.
"What are you some sort of relic? These moves belong to a museum! All show, no bite" his opponent laughed.
In anger, Quillion threw an uppercut that somehow slipped past the Enforcer's defenses, sending his head upwards and stunning him for a moment.
Taking full advantage of this opening Quillion took a deep breath as he activates his 'Battle Rage'.
2 Seconds. Only 2 seconds.
Feeling his pain fading away as the adrenaline filled his body, he attacked.
*First Second*
Aiming for all vital points, Quillion threw as many jabs and kicks with all the strength he could muster against the frozen Enforcer, each strike driven by rage, desperate to end the fight quickly. Neck, chest, groin, legs, his attacks rain relentlessly towards the helpless victim.
*Second Second*
He was about to throw another punch when he realize that his hands are all bloodied and the bones have begun poking out of his hand. He knows for a fact that he will have to endure tremendous pain so he stopped. Surely no one alive could survive such a beating, even if he did, he would be too broken to continue.
Quillion decided to stop and prepare himself for the upcoming pain.
*Third Second*
As the adrenaline passes, the pain came furiously, causing him to kneel to the floor as he gritted his teeth, tears poured out of his eyes as the pain consumed him. Then came the vertigo, spinning his world.
The Owl staggered back, blood poured out from his mouth as the results of hundreds of instantaneous hits registered across his body. Quillion watched from the floor as his opponent falls forward to the ground, his body landing with a heavy thud.
He had done it! Quillion smiled as he took the moment to revel in his victory. The Owl may have been dangerous, but he is the victor.
Slowly standing up, Quillion was careful not to move his head as he made his way to his rifle and the communicator. He needs to call Lox to get back to base now, the building pain is becoming unbearable.
"What... Was that" he heard someone said behind him.
He stopped in his tracks.
"No way... He could not have..." he thought to himself as he turned around.
The Owl has already gotten back up to his feet and walking towards him.
"Those were quite some moves kid, I respect that"
His rifle is too far away, all he could do is take a defensive stance, but it was impossible as his vertigo continue to plague him.
The Owl took a deep breath before swooping down onto his prey once more, who tried to put up a resistance but was only delaying the inevitable. Lacking strength, focus and even balance, he is nothing more than a punching bag.
It only took a few seconds before Quillion found himself on the ground again.
Unable to muster the strength to do anything else, Quillion could only grab onto the Enforcer's leg as he slowly make his way to his pack, stopping him in his tracks.
"Tell me kid, seems to be a pity for you to die here. Tell me, how would you like to join Talon?" his opponent said, almost kindly.
"No..."
"Think about it, soon only the strong will survive in this world and we have means to make you strong, with your talents and proper training, we could even make you an Enforcer like me"
"No..."
Scoffing, the Owl kicked his hand away and continue to walk towards his pack. Finally, Overwatch will be destroyed.
With enormous effort, Quillion crawled forcefully at the Owl, this time grappling his legs, toppling him to the ground, which angered him.
"See ya on the other side Tim, die knowing you have failed Overwatch and your friends" the Owl said as he shook Quillion off and reached into his pack.