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Overwatch: The Samurai

Chapter Two: Overpower

The next morning, as the sun rose over to cityscape, as Jet, donning his hooded cloak, rode his motorcycle through the city streets, before stopping at the grocery store. Parking his motorcycle, Jet made his way into the store, which was quite large and had almost everything one could need and/or want. Walking around the store, Jet picked out some jars of peanut butter, about four jars, and four sets of six bananas and went to the checkout line. Luckily, he had plenty of cash on him, over nine thousand dollars, to pay for it, as he went out to his motorcycle, placing the bananas and peanut butter jars in a cubby hole underneath the seat.

"Hope Winston still takes a bribe." Jet thought to himself, closing the cubby, then drove off down the road, when suddenly…

"Back off!"

Jet stopped his motorcycled, looking down an alley way, seeing a young man, with three Talon soldiers ganging up on him, all three having assault rifles drawn out. The man looked like an American nineteen year old, has white skin, blond messy hair, blue eyes, he wore a white tank top with a thick green line going across his chest and jeans shorts, he also has an ammo belt around his chest and waist and three 9x19mm parabellum magazines strapped to both thighs, his entire right arm and both legs from the knee down are robotic. Jet also noticed the young man having a Desert Eagle pistol drawn out, pointed at the Talon soldiers.

"Nice to see some of the little people standing up to bullies like Talon." Jet thought to himself, before noticing a young boy hiding the young man. The boy wore what seemed to be white baggy pants, a white muscle shirt, was barefoot, and had short black hair and tanned skin.

"There's no point in fighting back, boy!" One of the Talon soldiers shouted angrily "Hand over the boy, NOW!"

Jet watched as the soldiers advanced on the young man, his blood boiling with anger. He never tolerated bullies who prey upon the weak, especially those who can't fight back.

"I highly doubt he can deal with those Talon bullies by himself." Jet thought to himself, getting off his motorcycle "I'd better step in."

And with that, he dashed towards them, pulling out a silver baller pistol, firing two shots, killing the first two soldiers, and as the young man turned his head, Jet swiftly jumped over them, landed behind the Talon soldier, then stabbed him in the heart with his katana. But as he looked up, he is now faced with a much greater challenge…

A much larger man, known as Road Hog, stood before him was at least seven feet tall, weighing over five hundred pounds, wore his white hair in a very short ponytail, wore armor that looked like armor worn by the scrappers in Mad Max: Fury Road, along with a gas mask, had a massive tattoo of a motorcycle engine, a banner that had the words 'Wild Hog Power' on it, and a pig, on his stomach, and held a massive chain hook in one hand and a scrap gun in the other, as he simply gazed at Jet, his expression unknown, as Jet simply pulled his blade from the Talon soldiers chest, then swiftly cut off the soldiers head without even looking.

"What brings you out here, fatty?" Jet taunted, smirking "Finally decided to lay off the junk food, tubby?"

Road Hog growled angrily, readying his scrap gun, as Jet only readied his stance, as the young man stood at his side.

"Cole," The young man declared, holding his fist out toward Jet.

"Jet." Jet shrugged, as their fists bumped, as the two readied themselves, Cole pulling out his plasma skorpion machine pistol, and Jet readied his blade, taking a samurai stance "Get outta here, kid!"

The boy only watched in awe, especially at Jet.

"A ninja?" The boy gasped in awe "Cowabunga! Go ninja, go ninja, go—"

"What're you…" Jet looked at him, awkwardly, before sternly commanding "Huye!"

The boy obeyed, hiding around the corner, as Cole and Jet readied themselves, as Road Hog charged at them, but the two managed to move to the side, then Cole shot several shots, only for the bullets to bounce off the armor. Road Hog countered by throwing his hook at Cole, only for Jet to cut the chain, slicing the hook into bits, then as soon as Road Hog raised his scrap gun, Jet knocked the gun from his hand, then cut it up into pieces as well.

"Whacha gonna do now, tubby?" Jet smirked.

Road Hog snarled, only to turn and run in the other direction.

"Yeah, that's right!" Jet called after "Run home to your mama!"

"Thanks for the help, pal." Cole grinned, holstering his guns "To be honest, I'm not sure if I coulda taken Road Hog on my own, if you hadn't come along."

"No problem, my friend." Jet smirked, sheathing his katana "I actually had a run in with several Talon soldiers who were harassing me, and needed a lesson in respect. Figured I'd give my fellow Overwatch member a helping hand."

"Fellow?" Cole raised an eyebrow "You a former member as well?"

"Yep." Jet nodded "Call me Jet Lightning."

"Lightning? I thought I heard about you." Cole mused "One of Overwatch's newest and best recruits? I heard you were one of the best."

"I still am the best at what I do." Jet shrugged "That's why Overwatch recruited me."

"No kidding." Cole chuckled "Now, let's check on the kid."

The boy peeked around the corner, watching as the two approaches him.

"Are you okay, kid?" Cole asked the boy.

"I think." The boy said, nervously "You guys speak English?"

"Of course." Cole chuckled "I'm from America. Call me Cole."

"And me Jet." Jet declared.

"My name's Gabe." The boy declared "Like 'Gabriel'."

Cole nodded, but Jet glanced away, remembering a certain Gabriel Reyes.

"Gabe…" Jet repeated silently, then turned to the boy "So what're you doing out here?"

"Me? What the hell are you doing out here?" Gabriel retorted "You lose the map to your ninja hideout, ninja man?"

"Not really." Jet chuckled "I was just passing by to see an old friend."

"Oh." Gabriel sighed "So you're not going after those bastards at that research lab?"

"There's a research facility run by Talon?" Cole gasped "Here?!"

"I know I'm not going back." Gabe frowned, before asking "Hey, you guys aren't one of those assholes, right?" He looked at the bodies of the Talon soldiers, then looked back at Cole and Jet "Nah, I guess you guys are alright." He thought for a moment, then said "If you guys are members of Overwatch, do you know who they are?"

"Sort of." Jet shrugged "What happened to you?"

"I was living on the street, in Guyana, begging for quarters, you know?" Gabe declared, before frowning "Then this creep dressed like the mafia says, 'Hey kid, you want a job?' What was the worst that could happen?" He then growled "But the motherfucker put me on a damn boat! They packed us all in a big dirty container, and the next thing we know, we're here. At that messed up lab."

"All kids?" Jet raised an eyebrow "Like you?"

"Yeah, lots of boys." Gabe nodded "But then I heard what those punks want to do." He shivered slightly "They want to kill us…and cut out our organs."

"Oh God." Cole shook his head "That sounds awful."

"So you ran?" Jet asked.

"Yeah." Gabe nodded, before smirking "Man, too bad I'm not some kind of hero like you guys! I would've been the strongest hero ever! Whack all the Mafioso and bad guys that mess with me!"

"You're starting to sound like a bad guy yourself." Jet frowned.

"I'm just joking, man." Gabe frowned "I've done some bad things, but I've never killed anyone. Don't want to, either."

"Good." Jet nodded.

"I tried to warn the other boys," Gabe continued "But the boys with me didn't understand. They were like, Spanish or something. So I was the only one to escape." He looked back at the bodies "Then those assholes came after me…"

"And we know the rest." Cole nodded, before getting serious "Gabe, we need every detail about how you escaped."

After a few moments of talking, and hiding the bodies, Cole stood up.

"Alright, looks like that's everything." Cole sighed, wiping his hands.

"Are you sure that you won't need help this time?" Jet asked.

"I don't think so." Cole declared "If I'm lucky, I'll be in and out without a problem."

"What if you run into Road Hog or any of the other Talon fools again?" Jet frowned.

"I'll be careful." Cole shrugged "And besides, it'd be too dangerous to be carrying the kid around, when the fighting starts. And besides, weren't you going to see Winston about something?"

"I guess…" Jet mused, before sighing "Alright. Just be careful this time."

"I will." Cole nodded "And good luck with your relationship with Tracer, bro."

As Cole left, Jet chuckled, as he turned to Gabe.

"Come on, we're headed to meet an old friend of mine." Jet beckoned, getting on his motorcycle.

"Okay." Gabe nodded, getting in the side car of the motorcycle, as the duo drove off.

Unbeknownst to the duo, from the top of the building, a cloaked figure with a skull mask watched from afar, as the duo drove off.

"So, Jet, we meet again." The figure scowled darkly, only watching "Soon, you and every one of Overwatch will suffer."

And there's the second chapter! First off, thanks checking out this story, it means so much that to me that you actually check out my story, and the support really drives me to do better. Thanks guys and see you guys in the next chapter! Also, Cole belongs to victor157. And be sure to review!