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Overwatch: The Samurai
Chapter Four: Rebuilding Overwatch
A few days later, after the recall, Winston and Jet relocated to Switzerland. Although the main headquarters was destroyed, an underground base was secretly built underneath, should anything disastrous occur. After gathering the necessary items, picking up Cole Myers from his raid of a Talon base, the three traveled to Switzerland, with Gabe in tow, arriving at the ruins of the old headquarters, gazing at the ruins.
"So, this is the once proud headquarters of Overwatch?" Cole whistled sharply "A shame it's in utter ruin."
"We could always have it reconstructed," Winston sighed "But, sadly, we lack the proper resources for the reconstruction. And the Petras Act will only make things much more difficult."
"I had a contact travel to France to have words with the world leaders." Jet declared "He knows a lot about influencing people with logic and reason."
"So maybe your friend can convince the government to lift the Petras Act?" Cole asked.
"He'll try." Jet said "I can't guarantee anything. Until then, we're on our own."
"In the meantime," Winston declared, walking over to a small statue "It'd be wise to continue this underground."
Tilting the statue head upward, revealing a hidden button, which Winston pressed, causing a nearby wall to split open, revealing a hidden elevator. The four stepped inside, and the elevator went downwards, hiding itself once again from the public. The elevator continued to go down, until stopping at least thirty feet under the ground, as they entered a room. Winston pressed a switch, which turned on the lights, revealing a large room, with several tables and chairs lined up, and several doors that lead to other rooms.
"Been a while, since we last cleaned up." Jet chuckled.
"Alright, boys," Winston sighed, picking up a large crate "Time to get things straightened out."
A few hours later…
Jet, Cole and Winston, along with a bit of help from Gabe, were almost done cleaning up the underground base, tidying up the mess hall, straightening out the barracks, fixing up the laboratory and research and technology room and tidying up the main dormitory rooms for some of the more elite members of Overwatch.
As they finishing up, Cole closed the hood of a hover vehicle, having finished up fixing up the engine, decides to see how the others are doing. Exiting the garage, he walks down the halls, stopping at the doorway to the lab room, seeing Winston work on his shield generator, while Gabe was sitting nearby, reading a book. Cole moved on, walking down the halls, before stopping at another doorway, which leads to the underground landing pad, and seeing Jet sweeping around the pad, with headphones in his ears, listening to Evanescence, as he swept to the rhythm.
"Yo, Jet." Cole called, tapping Jet's shoulder, getting his attention "Almost done?"
"Yep!" Jet declared calmly, a smile across his face, tossing the broom to the side "Looking forward to actually getting things done."
"You seem to be in a good mood today, despite all the risks." Cole pointed out, curious "You expecting someone?"
With a sly grin, Jet pulls out his phone, stopping the music flowing from it, before showing several texts from Tracer.
"You mean…?" Cole said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep." Jet smirked, putting his phone back in his pocket "Tracer will be here soon."
"You two must REALLY be close, huh?" Cole remarked, moving over to a table with some newspaper.
"Ever since we first met, we've been stuck to each other, like glue." Jet declared, before chuckling "Not that I don't mind, of course."
Looking at the newspaper, Cole read one of the old headlines, which read 'Masked Vigilante Saves Mondatta'.
"So, you saved Mondatta, eh?" Cole brought up "How'd that happen?"
"Ah, one of my latest accomplishments." Jet chuckled, leaning against the wall "I was in Britain, visiting Tracer, before I went to America to see Winston. The morning before Mondatta's speech at King's Row, Tracer left to attend, so I had the apartment to myself, so I made me some strips of chicken, with a small salad, and flipped the channels to the speech. But as I was watching, I noticed some dark figure slip into the alleys."
"Widowmaker…" Cole frowned.
"Correct, my friend." Jet nodded, before continuing "Now, I wasn't sure it was her exactly, but I knew it was one of Talons operatives, so I figured something was up. So, quickly discarding my half eaten snack into the garbage, I threw on my exoskeleton suit, grabbed my sword, put on my mask to conceal my identity, and quickly made my way to King's Row. When I got there, the security team was already escorting Mondatta to his limousine. As I was making my way closer, I saw a bullet from Widowmakers rifle, which was flying towards Mondatta, and I quickly ran over to him and I cut the bullet in half with my blade."
"I bet he was grateful." Cole mused.
"He certainly was." Jet nodded "I told him to keep spreading the word of peace. After that, I joined up with Tracer to deal with Widowmaker, but we had help from Calvin."
"Calvin?" Cole raised an eyebrow "You mean the 'Wolf Spider of Seattle'?"
"The same one." Jet nodded "I asked him to lend a hand with our would-be assassin." He then frowned "But despite our numbers advantage, Windowmaker still held us off long enough for a Talon airship to collect her and she got away."
"That's too bad." Cole sighed "If you could've captured her, maybe we could've reformed her, break her from Talon's control."
"Maybe, but that would take time." Jet pointed out, before continuing "Anywho, after that, Calvin went back to Seattle, while Tracer and I went back to her apartment to…catch-up."
"Speaking of Tracer," Cole declared "How did you meet her in the first place?"
"Ah, quite the experience, that." Jet sighed, smiling at the thought "When I was twenty-one year's young, about five years ago, I was still a world traveling mercenary, far before I was recruited. I was in India, dealing with a slave trader when I met Tracer, who just so happens to be looking for the same guy. We figured we'd try working together to find him, and eventually, we did. After we dealt with the slaver and his men and freed the slaves, I returned to America to receive my payment. However, when I got to the meeting spot, Tracer was waiting there, as was the leader, Jack Morrison." He chuckled "Turns out Jack was the one who made the contract, as it was a test of my skills, as they sought to recruit me to their ranks."
"And you accepted?" Cole guessed.
"Sorta." Jet shrugged "To be honest, I wasn't expecting a big military company like Overwatch to recruit me outta the blue, and I was just a mercenary who only knew how to kill, not why I do it."
"They must've seen something in you though." Cole declared "Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone through all that just to recruit you."
"True, but I do admire their goal to protect world peace." Jet admitted "Plus, they gave me a purpose, something to fight for, other than myself. And then there's the Brit Beauty herself…"
"Let me guess; you charmed the pants off her?" Cole joked.
"Nope." Jet declared, still keeping that same smile "You may not know this, but she was lesbian before she even considered dating me. Even had a girlfriend named Emily at one point."
"What?!" Cole gasped, a bit surprised "So, what happened?"
"It all started a few months after I joined." Jet explained "We started off as friends, of course, and over time, I learned of her sexuality and that she had a girlfriend. I didn't think much of it at first, but over time, after a year, Tracer and I became closer, to the point she began asking about the relationship between us. I told her 'we'll see what happens', but then she confessed that she 'feels crazy' whenever she's around me."
"And what happened then?" Cole asked, wanting to know more.
"I told her we'll have a trial run." Jet declared "A three-week trial run to see how it works, and if it works, we'll proceed with it, but if it doesn't, we'll gladly drop it and remain friends and comrades. Surprisingly, three weeks straight, it worked quite well, and our relationship blossomed into love."
"What happened with Emily?" Cole asked.
"Tracer ended it with her, but they remained friends." Jet shrugged "She knew who I was and that I'm with Overwatch, so she trusted me, but warned me that she would…castrate me if I hurt Tracer in any way."
"Talk about tough love." Cole cringed "Have you ever kept contact with her?"
"We tried, but we were always busy with Overwatch work." Jet declared, before frowning "But then, two years later, we were going to meet her at a restaurant for a friendly reunion, but when we got there, we saw a crowd of people on the sidewalk, looking at something at the center, with police officers keeping them back. Tracer and I went to see what was going on and…" He stopped for a moment as if hesitating.
"What is it?" Cole asked, seeing the look of dread on Jets face "What happened to Emily?"
"Emily," Jet said slowly, his face littered with sadness "Was murdered."
"Oh my God." Cole gasped, not sure what to think "I'm so sorry."
"Try telling that to Tracer." Jet sighed "She was so upset about it, that she never spoke to anyone about anything for three weeks straight. I did my best to comfort her as best I could."
"Sounds terrible." Cole remarked, "Did you ever catch the killer?"
"Sorta." Jet sighed "I chased him to an abandoned warehouse and the place where he accidentally died."
"Accidentally?" Cole repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't mean to kill the bastard." Jet frowned "I intended to just capture him, bring him to the police, maybe let Tracer beat him up a bit. But he pulled a gun on me, and I ended up chopping his hand off, and then he tripped and fell out the window." He sighed "I let my anger get the better of me. And I've been striving to do better."
"Looks like you've made progress." Cole declared "But what about you?"
"What about me?" Jet asked, cocking his head slightly to the right.
"I mean who you are in general." Cole stated, "I mean, no one really knows anything about you personally, except maybe Tracer."
"Maybe I want to keep it that way?" Jet chuckled, before getting serious "Besides, the fewer people who know about me, the better. I don't want to risk them getting hurt because of me."
"But we're a team, aren't we?" Cole said "It's only natural that we know something about you. We know you worked as a mercenary, but we don't know anything about you personally. C'mon, Jet. You can trust us, and me."
Jet thought for a solid minute, before letting out a sigh.
"Alright." Jet sighed "It'll take time to get the whole out, so bear with me."
"I got all day." Cole shrugged, pulling up a chair and taking a seat "Just start from the beginning."
"Alright." Jet nodded "But first, a story of one of my missions from the past…"
Years ago…
It was a dark night, at an apartment complex, in one of the rooms, one of the residents, a blonde hair man, with jeans that were hanging enough to show his underwear, and a white long sleeve T-shirt, with a pair of sunglasses hanging from the collar, was arguing with a pizza delivery guy, who also had blonde hair and wore a pizza bakery outfit, holding a bag of pizza.
"Look, do I have to say it again?" The man scowled, scratching his ass "I didn't order the pizza."
"Is this four three seven eight Ridgeway Drive?" The pizza guy asked, getting a nod from the man "Are you Mister Merchant?"
"The mister Merchant," The man scowled once more "Who didn't order the fucking pie!"
"Then who placed the order?" The pizza guy asked.
"I did."
They looked to see a younger, twenty-year-old Jet Lightning, exiting the bathroom, his jet black hair shoulder length and let down, instead of his exosuit and sword, he wore a simple black leather jacket, a black T-shirt, blue jeans, blue military type boots and a curious necklace with an arrowhead tied to it.
"Pepperoni and meat lovers?" Jet asked, getting a nod from the pizza guy, as he walked over to him "Sweet and salty."
"The fuck are you?" The man demanded, "The fuck are you doin' in my crib-"
Suddenly, Jet pulled out his signature silver baller pistol and casually pointed it at him, prompting him to shut up.
"Burnt crust?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow, his eyes on the pizza guy, not even looking at the man, who was shaking with fear.
"God, I-I hope n-not." The pizza guy stuttered in fear, pulling the pizza box out of the bag to check.
"Look, man, if this is about that poker game," The man panicked, "I told Howey-"
Jet only looked at him with a menacing stare, prompting the man to once again be silent.
"Okay, look, uh," The man stuttered, as he hurried a hand into his pocket, pulling out his wallet "Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me."
"Thanks." Jet casually said, taking the wallet and sticking it into his jacket.
"Sir?" The pizza guy said, getting Jets attention "Before you do anything to him, do you think I could maybe get a tip?"
Jet thought for a moment, before simply chuckling.
"Jeremy, right?" Jet asked, the pizza guy nodding "Cool. Jet." He held out a fist, asking for a fist bump, which the pizza guy, called Jeremy, gladly gave, as Jet dug into his own pocket "Also that is a no go on the tip, Jer. I'm not here for him." He then pulled out a golden card which, much to Jeremy's shock, had Jeremy's name on it; before Jet turned his gun onto him "I'm here for you."
"Whew!" Mister Merchant sighed, chuckling "Guess I dodged a big time bullet-"
Suddenly, Jet slammed the barrel of his pistol against Merchants' forehead, causing him to let out a pained grunt.
"Not out of the woods yet." Jet coolly said, turning his gaze to him "You need to seriously ease up on the bedazzling. They're jeans, not a chandelier. And yes, I'm keeping the wallet, by the way. You did just give it to me."
"Can I," Merchant sputtered "Can I just have my credit-"
"I will shoot your fucking cat!" Jet growled, pressing the barrel of his gun against Merchants' forehead, forcing him to sit down in the chair.
"I-I d-don't even know what that means." Merchant stuttered "I don't have a cat."
"Then whose kitty litter did I just shit in?" Jet asked.
Unable to think up an answer, Merchant kept his mouth shut.
"Anywho," Jet declared, holstering his pistol in his jacket, before pulling out an army knife "Tell me; what situation isn't improved by pizza, hm?" He opened up the pizza box "Do you happen to know an Emily Thompson, is that right?"
Jeremy nodded nervously, as Jet grabbed a slice of pizza.
"Good, cause she knows you." Jet continued, taking a bite out of the pizza slice, before dropping it at Merchants feet "See, Jer, I belong to a group of people that take a dime to beat a fella down. Now, lil' Emily isn't made of money, but lucky for her," He pats the side of his knife against his bare chest "I've got a soft spot."
"I-I don't understand," Jeremy stuttered, unsure of what to say "I'm-"
"A stalker." Jet interrupted, becoming stern "Threats hurt, Jer. But not nearly as much as serrated steel. So keep away from Emily. Am I clear?"
"Y-yes, sir." Jeremy nodded nervously.
"Cool." Jet casually smiled, putting his knife back in his jacket "Then we're done."
"Wait." Jeremy stuttered, confused "We are?"
"Yeah, totally." Jet nodded "Soft spot, remember?"
Suddenly, Jet knocks the pizza out of Jeremy's hands, grabbed him by the neck and through him up against the wall, before leaning in close.
"Read a book in her general direction again," Jet growled, menacingly "And you will learn in the worst of ways that I have some hard spots too." He thought for a moment, before saying "That came out wrong." He smiled wickedly, before gently whispering "Or did it?"
And with that, Jet gently kisses Jeremy on the cheek, who could only whimper in fear.
Present day…
"So you scared a stalker, huh?" Cole whistled, before realizing "Wait. Was that the same Emily that-"
"Yep." Jet declared "That's one of the reasons she trusted me to look after Tracer."
"But that doesn't tell me who you are as a person." Cole frowned.
"All in due time, my friend." Jet smiled "One piece of history at a time."
As he said that, Winston walked into the hanger.
"Hope you guys don't mind if I open the hanger doors." He declared "Tracer is close to arriving."
And with that, Winston pressed a switch on the wall, which opened up the hanger bay doors. A few minutes later, a fighter jet flew in, skidding to a stop. The cockpit opened up, as Tracer popped out.
"Heya, Winston!" She called, waving, speaking in her British accent "So good to see you again!"
"Good to see you as well, Tracer." Winston smiled.
"Hey, Tracer." Jet stepped forward, smiling "Good to see you again."
"Jet?!" Tracer gasped, smiling widely "Oh my God!"
And with that, she hopped out of the cockpit, blinking towards Jet, jumping into Jets arms and tackling him to the ground, catching him in a passionate kiss.
"So good to see you, luv." Tracer giggled, pulling from the kiss, pressing her forehead against Jets "I've been dyin' to see you again!"
"I'm glad to see you as well, Lena." Jet smiled, kissing her cheek.
"If you two are done shamelessly cuddling," Cole admonished, crossing his arms "Maybe we'd best get down to the matter at hand."
"As you say." Jet sighed, getting to his feet, as Tracer got up as well "Time to get down to business."
And with that, they gathered around the table, swiping away the newspaper and setting down some documents on the table, the documents containing dossiers of almost every Overwatch agent, some of them are dossiers of those who Jet is familiar with, some of them he's never met before, and some of them are documents on some old and abandoned Overwatch outposts.
"These are the dossiers of some of the old members of Overwatch." Winston declared "All old and new, these were once people who had sworn to protect the innocent. Now, it's time to bring Overwatch back from the ashes and put an end to Talon, once and for all and bring peace to the world."
"The only question is; where do we start?" Cole asked.
After a few minutes of brainstorming, Jet spoke up.
"I suggest we work with bringing in some new people and finding old ones." He declared "And if we ever get too many people, we can always get some of the old outposts back into working condition and station some people there."
"Sounds like a plan to me." Cole smiled "I do look forward to seeing Hana again."
"Then it's official." Winston declared "We'll work on recruiting some new people while searching for some old ones while reestablishing some of our outposts, hideouts, and headquarters. We'll start first thing in the morning."
That night…
Jet was lying in bed, leaving his blade and exosuit on a nearby desk, only wearing his boxers, and he was unable to sleep. He was not only ready to take down Talon, but he was also terrified of the end results. If they fail, Talon will be free to terrorize the world as much as they want. But if Overwatch is successful in bringing down Talon, even if the world is thankful, Overwatch must disband once more, or face prosecution. So many things were running through his mind, and he was terrified of the end results.
As he pondered in his thoughts, there was a knock at his door, as he sat up.
"Yes?" He called, as the door opened, revealing Tracer, wearing a white union jack shirt and a pair of orange short shorts that showed her long legs, her feet were bare and she wasn't wearing her visor, there was, of course, the ever present Chrono Accelerator, her hair was a bit wet so it wasn't as spiky as it normally was.
"Heya, Jet." Tracer smiled, blowing her hair out of her eyes "Wasn't sure if you were awake or not."
"I still am." Jet chuckled "What's up?"
"I was hoping if I could bed with you for the night." Tracer said, pressing her fingers together "It's been a while, ya know?"
"Sure, I don't mind." Jet smiled, allowing her in "I missed the company."
Tracer entered, Jet closes the door and climbs back into bed, with Tracer cuddling next to him.
"So, this is it, huh?" Tracer sighed "We're bringing Overwatch back from the ashes and bring down Talon, at the risk of persecution?"
"To be honest, I'm a bit nervous." Jet admitted "I knew that Overwatch would come back but under my command? That's a lot of stress and responsibility."
"I know you can pull it off." Tracer assured "You were meant to do great things, even before you joined Overwatch. If anyone can bring Overwatch back, it's you."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Trace." Jet smiled, before frowning "But during this, we may lose some people."
"I just pray that you're not one of them." Tracer frowned, placing a hand on Jets chest "I couldn't bear to lose you like we lost Emily."
"You're not gonna lose me." Jet assured, holding Tracer close "Like a black cat, that crossed your path, I'm not that easy to get rid of. And by your side is where I'm staying."
"I'm glad." Tracer smiled "I love you, Jet."
"I love you too, Lena." Jet smiled.
And with that, the two kissed passionately and fell to sleep.
Somewhere, in Germany…
Within a secret facility, several Talon scientists were working on a project, when the Talon Overseer, wearing a Talon combat suit and an eye patch walked in.
"Is the project almost complete?" He asked one of the scientists.
"Yes, sir!" The scientist nodded "In a few hours, Project: Chaos will be ready for launch."
"Good." The overseer bluntly said, "That damn Omnic soldier keeps giving my boys a hard time."
"After the project is complete, it won't be a problem for much longer." The scientist assured.
"Let's hope so." The overseer growled, "Otherwise, the head boss will have both our heads."
And with that, he left, leaving the scientists to continue working.
"I hope so." The scientist sighed "I didn't kidnap a child just for it all to go down the drain."
And with that, he walked up to the subject containment chamber, seeing the silhouette of a young man within the chamber, as electricity sparked within the chamber.
Finally, the new chapter is here! Hope you guys enjoy this new chapter and understand that a lot has been going on in my personal life and I'm doing my best to sort those out. I'm also working on my other fan fictions, so I hope you guys can continue to be patient. Also, thanks for the support, it really helps motivate me, and I'm super grateful. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this new chapter, and be sure to review!