Time for a new chapter! But first, I want to thank some of the folks that suggested their OC's for my story. The people are Victor157, who suggested his OC, Cole Myers. At first, I was nervous about using this character at first, because Yorkmaniac was already using him, so hopefully he won't mind. The next one I want to thank is The Stig's Roleplaying Cousin, nice name by the way, who suggested his OC, Brian Buenaventura, who I will introduce in later chapters. The characters suggested to me so far were pretty interesting, but I'm gonna try to come up with my own characters, cause I don't want to rely on my readers too much, but please, continue your suggestions, but don't be afraid to suggest some characters for the Talon faction, cause I do need some varieties of characters for both sides. Anyways, enough of me rambling, let's get on with the story, but first, let's review the reviewer.

Blingmx3: Restart? Huh? Also, please keep in mind that I wrote this fan fic far before Blizzard announced that she is lesbian. Plus, I thought I might integrate that into my story somehow and I thought it worked well, I think, it depends on your point of view. Still, I appreciate the review!

Anyways, thanks again for the support, it means a lot, now onward with the story! Be sure to review!

Overwatch: The Samurai

Chapter Five: Meet the Crew Part One: The Omnic Soldier

The next morning, Jet woke up, feeling a bit of extra weight on him, before remembering that he had allowed Tracer to sleep with him for the night. He looked over and there she was, still sound asleep. He carefully got up, slowly laying Tracer on his pillow and covering her up, he got out of bed, putting on his exosuit, strapping his sheathed sword to his waist, put his hair up in a ponytail and left the room, walking down the hallway, before hearing an explosion come from the lab room.

"Oh for the love of-" Winston's voice can be heard, before giving what sounded like a frustrated sigh.

"What in the devil?" Jet wondered, as he made his way to the doorway that led to the lab room.

Peaking inside, he saw Winston, sitting at a desk, several pieces of paper and books scattered about the floor, as he was hunched over, working on something.

"Hey, Winston." Jet called, walking over to him. "What's up?"

"Hello, Jet." Winston smiled. "I'm glad you stopped by. I was hoping to get your opinion on something."

"Sure." Jet shrugged, pulling up a chair and taking a seat. "Shoot."

"Alright, here it is." Winston grinned.

Winston lifted up what looks like a sort of black strap, which looked like a women's bra, with a small energy core in the middle.

"A bra?" Jet asked, giving Winston a quizzical look. "You know those are already invented, right?"

"This one is different." Winston declared. "You know Tracers condition, right?"

"Her 'chronal disassociation', I know." Jet nodded. "Why do you ask?"

"I designed this bra to temporarily replace the chronal accelerator." Winston declared. "And unlike the old one, it projects a self-protecting shield, to keep it from being damaged. And it would be less irritating."

"She did mention it puts quite the weight on her back." Jet mused. "That and it would be nice to hug her without that hunk of metal pressing against my chest."

"There's another thing I was hoping to talk to Tracer about." Winston stated. "But since she's still asleep, perhaps you could care to listen?"

"Of course, old friend." Jet chuckled. "What is it?"

"I've been thinking recently." Winston revealed. "I've been working to find a cure for Tracers condition."

"You don't say?" Jet raised an eyebrow. "Does Tracer know about this?"

"Of course." Winston grinned. "She was the one who asked me to look into this."

"Really?" Jet asked. "How did this start?"

"Quite some time ago, actually, after her incident." Winston explained. "After I built the chronal accelerator, she asked me to find a cure for her condition. Sadly, I haven't had much success lately."

"Maybe today might be your lucky day?" Jet suggested. "I am quite curious to how it might affect Tracer's effectiveness in the field."

"She'd still have her time skip and rewind abilities." Winston declared. "She'd just not be afflicted with the chronal disassociation and wouldn't disappear for months at a time."

"She'd love that indeed." Jet admitted.

"But that can wait." Winston sighed, putting the strap down. "Time to get to work."

"I'll go fetch Tracer then." Jet declared.

Jet left the room, returning to his room and sees Tracer, who was sat up, stretching out her limbs.

"Mornin', love." Tracer smiled, stretching her limbs. "About that time, yeah?"

"Yep, about to be." Jet smiled, kissing her. "As soon as you get dressed, meet us in the command room."

Jet left the room, making his way down several halls, before entering the command room, where Winston and Cole were waiting, Winston at the table, and Cole leaning against the wall.

"Hey, fellas." Jet greeted, looking around the room. "Where's Gabe?"

"Still in bed." Cole shrugged. "And Tracer?"

"She'll be here shortly." Jet shrugged. "So, what's new?"

"Thankfully, we were able to get into contact with many of our agents." Winston declared. "Some were more than happy to rejoin the team. Others, however, are reluctant to answer the recall, due to fear of prosecution."

"What about our friend in France?" Jet asked. "Did he get into chats with the world leaders?"

"He called last night." Cole declared. "Paul said that they agreed to lift the Petras Act, though some of them were reluctant to agree."

"Uh huh." Jet raised an eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

"Only this," Winston sighed. "Once Talon is dealt with; Overwatch is to disband immediately, or face life in prison."

"What?!" Jet gasped. "But we're risking our lives to deal with these terrorists!"

"Paul reminded them of that, but they don't care." Winston said. "They just want it all buried, no matter what's at stake."

"It's unbelievable how dense the government is, but it's all we've got." Cole sighed. "Paul's trying his best, but he doesn't promise anything."

"While he's handling that," Winston declared, pressing several buttons on the console. "It's time to get to work."

A holomap of the world appeared before them, a red dot lit up over a location in Germany, as Tracer blinked into the room, in her work outfit, taking her place beside Jet.

"We've received a message from an unknown agent in Germany." Winston declared. "All we know is that this agent is an Omnic, who goes by the name 'Sarge'."

Another hologram appeared, projecting an image of an Omnic that looked more bulky, wearing a green army uniform, an old World War Two helmet and held a rocket launcher in one hand and a sawed-off pump action shotgun in the other hand.

"This 'Sarge' character sent us a message, saying he may have a lead on Talon in Germany." Winston declared. "He's asked us to meet him at his 'base camp' to give us the details."

"And the Talon base itself?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sarge said that he will give more information, once we meet with him." Winston declared. "Before we do that, however, I want you all to meet one of the few who answered the recall."

As he said that, a brown haired cowboy wearing a cowboy hat and poncho, with a peacemaker revolver holstered at his side, along with a couple of flash bang grenades, entered the room, his boots making a clinking sound as he walked.

"Howdy, fellas." He declared, tipping his hat. "Good to be back on the team."

"This is Jesse McCree." Winston declared. "He was a member of the Deadlock Gang and Blackwatch, Jesse, along with many others, was one of the best agents."

"And one hell of a shot." McCree added. "After shit hit the fan with Blackwatch and Overwatch fell apart, I've been on my own for some time." He nodded to Jet. "Good to see you again though, Lightning."

"You too, Cowboy." Jet nodded.

"You're gonna be okay with meeting this Omnic, Jesse?" Cole asked.

"I got nuthin' against those Omnics." McCree declared. "But if he tries anything, I won't think twice about bringin' him down." He turned to Jet. "But seein' how Jet's in charge now, that's up to him, I suppose."

"As long as he doesn't try anything, he's welcome among us." Jet declared. "Now, about meeting this Omnic…"

A few hours later…

After the planning and preparations, and finding the appropriate caretaker to keep an eye on Gabriel while they were away, Winston, Cole, Jet, Tracer and McCree were on a jet, with Tracer piloting the jet, on their way to the forested mountain region of Germany. Inside the passenger part of the jet, sat Jet, Cole, Winston and McCree, waiting eagerly to arrive at their destination. Winston was eating a banana, McCree was making sure his revolver was locked and loaded, Cole was making sure his guns were loaded, as he looked over to Jet, who was simply looking out the window, gazing at the forest below.

The silence was long, then Cole broke the silence.

"So, Jet?" He spoke. "You ever had been to Germany?"

"A few times before, yeah." Jet shrugged, not even looking towards Cole.

"What were you doing?" Cole asked.

Jets gaze directed towards Cole with his cold golden eyes, as if he was staring into his soul, sending shivers down his spine, before simply looking back at the window.

"Just some mercenary work is all." He shrugged. "The first job was dealing with terrorist factions in the state."

"And the second job?" Cole asked.

"If you must know," Jet sighed. "I was on vacation with Tracer."

"Oh yeah, we had a wonderful time there!" Tracer jumped in, calling from the flyer's seat. "He took me to all the lovely attractions in Germany! And he paid for all the meals when we went to those fancy restaurants! He was such a gentleman!"

Jet couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, as the jet arrived in Germany's airspace.

Meanwhile…

In the forest, there was a large clearing, large enough to have a large encampment, with an Omnic soldier standing before what looked like a line of soldiers.

"If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight!" The Omnic declared proudly, before facing the soldiers. "Sun Tzu said that and I'd say he knows," He approached one of the soldiers, placing a metal finger upon the helmet. "A little bit more about fighting than you do, pal, because he invented it!" He resumed pacing back and forth in front of them. "And then he perfected it so that no living man could best him in the ring of honor."

The jet entered over the Black Forest region of Germany, where the Omnics 'base camp' was placed.

"Then, he used his fight money to buy two of every animal on Earth." The Omnic continued, pulling two grenades from his belt. "And then he herded them onto a boat," He then clinked the two grenades together several times. "And then he beat the crap out of every single one."

He then chuckled to himself, before straightening up.

"And from that day forward," He continued, as he got up in the soldiers faces. "Anytime a bunch of animals are together in one place it's called a zoo!"

Upon closer inspection, however, the 'soldiers' were actually severed heads of Talon soldiers propped up on a fence, as one of them tilted and fell onto the ground. The Omnic simply got on his hands and knees, his face close to the severed head.

"Unless it's a farm!" He declared.

Then the jet exited stealth mode, as it began approaching the campsite, landing in the large clearing. As Jet and the others stepped off the jet, the Omnic quickly got to his feet, dusting himself off, before saluting them.

"Welcome, fellow Overwatch agents!" He declared proudly, as they approached. "It's an honor to be working with such honored heroes!"

"You must be Sarge?" Jet asked.

"Affirmative!" Sarge declared proudly. "Honor to make your acquaintance, sir!"

"Jet Lightning." Jet nodded. "And that's 'commander' to you."

"Commander?" Sarge repeated. "What happened to Commander Morrison?"

"Jack Morrison is dead." Winston frowned sadly. "Jet here has taken his place."

"I see." Sarge mused, before turning to Jet, saluting him. "I look forward to seeing what you can do as commander."

"Thanks." Jet nodded, before getting serious. "Now, about this Talon base you had info on?"

"Of course!" Sarge nodded, before gesturing to his tent. "Over here!"

They went over to the makeshift war table, where a map of the base layout laid on the table.

"This is the layout of the Talon base." Sarge declared. "Their base is well fortified, soldiers patrolling the walls every now and then, almost no way of getting inside. I've been throwing assaults at their base, slowly stripping away their defenses and getting their attention, but they've always pushed back."

"We're gonna need a plan to get inside." Cole declared, looking at the Omnic. "I don't suppose you have any idea on how to get in?"

"There is one way." Sarge declared, pointing to a section of the base on the map. "The main gate only opens when some of their troops go in or out. So my plan is; we ambush a Talon caravan, take them out and take their places."

"Solid plan, but we need more details." Jet stated. "When does a Talon caravan enter the base?"

"Every two days or so, a Talon caravan leaves the base, I'm not sure for what." Sarge declared. "The caravan left a few days ago and should be returning by tonight. So, we ambush one of the trucks, take out the guards and take their places. That way, we walk right in."

"Alright, a good plan." Jet declared.

"But first," Sarge held up a metal hand. "Let me introduce you to a friend of mine."

And with that, he called out to the forest, then, much to their surprise, an Omnic Bastion unit marched from the forest, covered in grass, dirt and had a birds nest resting on its right shoulder.

"Everyone, this is my friend, Bastion." Sarge declared. "Pretty much the last Bastion, actually."

"What do you mean?" Cole asked.

"Ever since the end of the Omnic Crisis, Bastion here was the last of his kind." Sarge explained. "I found it, roaming the woods, all by his lonesome, with this bird on its shoulder."

The Bastion turned to Jet and the others, making a few beep-boop sounds, before waving its mechanical hand. Jet simply waved back casually, Cole and Winston gave a friendly wave, Tracer giving a cheerful wave, while McCree simply tipped his hat.

"But it recognized me as a friend." Sarge continued. "It wasn't like the older Bastions back then, that killed any organic in sight. This one was much more, well, friendly."

Jet looked at the Bastion, which looked back at him with its lit up eye, cocking its mechanical head to the side.

"Can this thing help us?" Jet asked, his eyes still on the Bastion.

"Perhaps," Sarge shrugged, turning towards the Omnic war machine. "Say, Bastion! Are you willing to help us out?"

The Bastion turned its head toward Sarge, then nodded its head.

"Looks like a yes to me!" Sarge declared happily.

"Very well, then, but let me be clear," Jet said sternly, facing Sarge. "While we do appreciate your eager assistance to our cause, I will not tolerate any rash and irresponsible actions of yours. Should I find you incapable of following orders; know that I will not hesitate to strike you down."

"I understand." Sarge nodded. "I will do my best to not disappoint."

"Good." Jet said, looking back at the war table. "Now, about the plan…"

Nightfall…

Night has fallen, and the convoy of three black FAW Group military trucks drove through the forest, heading towards the Talon base.

Unbeknownst to them, however, several miles ahead of them, the Overwatch agents hid in the bushes, Jet, Tracer, Cole and McCree on one side of the road, while Winston, Sarge, and Bastion on the other side. As the trucks got closer, Jet pulls out several caltrops from his pouch. As the first two trucks passed by, he threw the caltrops out onto the road in front of the third, puncturing four of its tires as it ran over them, forcing it to halt, as the two trucks went on without them.

"Are you kidding me?!" One of the passengers shouted, angrily, as a Talon agent got out of the truck. "Of all times, we get a flat NOW?! Let alone FOUR OF THEM?!"

"Relax, will ya?" The driver sighed, getting out of the truck. "We have plenty of tires. We'll be back on the road before ya know it."

Jet silently observed them, counting to himself, the two outside the truck and then three more, as they stepped outside the truck. Five. There were five of them, all suited up in Talon combat suits, with full masks to cover their faces.

"The perfect disguises." He thought to himself.

He looked over to Cole, Tracer and McCree, nodding, as he silently stepped out from his spot in the bush, sneaking up behind one of them, before quickly wrapping an arm around the Talon soldier's neck, choking him out, then dragged him back into the bushes. Cole, Tracer and McCree followed suit, Cole knocking out one of the Talon soldiers with a karate chop to the neck with his mechanical hand, Tracer knocking one of them out with the butt end of her pistol, while McCree easily subdued his target with a strong head lock. Sarge then jumped out of his spot in the bushes and tackled the last one, then punched him in the face several times, knocking him out.

"Alright, now for the disguises." Jet declared. "Let's make it quick, everyone."

A few hours later, and after replacing the tires, everyone (except Winston and Bastion) were in disguises, putting their equipment in their own large, black duffle bags, then tossed the bags in the back of the truck and getting Bastion into the back.

"Alright, pal," Sarge declared, looking at Bastion. "I'm gonna need you to switch off for now, alright? Can't have those Talon grunts getting suspicious."

The Bastion nodded and beeped in affirmation, as it turned itself off.

"Alright, now for the infiltration." Jet declared. "Now, Winston, since there's no disguise that can fit you, you can sneak over the wall and deal with anyone on the lookout."

"Understood." Winston nodded, before heading into the forest, towards the base.

"Now, once we get to the main gate, stay calm." Jet declared sternly. "Let me do the talking."

"No problem." Cole nodded. "You the man."

"You got it, pard." McCree nodded.

"Roger that!" Sarge saluted.

"Not a problem, love!" Tracer smiled.

And with that, they got into the truck and drove down the road, meeting the rest of the convoy at the main gate.

"You guys were a bit late." The first Talon driver pointed out. "Everything alright?"

"Just a few flats, but we fixed it." Jet declared. "Nothing to worry about."

"If you say so." The second driver shrugged.

The main gate opened and they drove inside the base, a large compound with several small buildings, some were barracks and others were armory and gym. But the very large building at the far end of the compound was something of great importance. While not as big as any building in any major city, it was still tall and wide enough to no doubt serve as a command center.

As the first two Talon drivers found their own parking spots, Jet parked the truck as close to the main building as possible.

"Anything we should expect, Sarge?" Jet asked the omnic.

"From what I can tell, they've been doing some strange experiments here." Sarge declared. "Screams and crackles of electricity can be heard from that very building."

"And you didn't try to infiltrate yourself?" McCree asked.

"I'm just one machine." Sarge said. "To go in alone would be suicide."

"Either way, we're here now." Jet declared. "Now the plan." He looked towards McCree. "Jesse, you stay here and keep an eye on the truck. Make sure no one discovers Bastion."

"Understood." He nodded.

"The rest of us will head inside and find out what they're up to." He turned to the others. "Cole, Tracer and I will find out more about this 'experiment' of theirs. Sarge, you find the scientist detain him. We'll need him for questioning."

"Affirmative!" The Omnic saluted.

"We're right behind you." Cole nodded.

"Not a problem!" Tracer nodded.

Their plan in place, they decided to put it in motion. Getting out of the truck, still in their disguises, McCree stayed with the truck, while the others, carrying the duffle bags with their equipment, made their way into the building. Once inside, Jet, Cole and Tracer went one way, while Sarge went the other way.

Jet, Cole and Tracer made their way past several security checkpoints, before quickly ducking inside a bathroom.

"Alright, time to get changed." Jet declared. "Everyone, pick a stall."

"Why?" Cole asked.

Jet gave him a stern glare, before Cole looked over to Tracer, who stepped into one of the stalls.

"Oh." He cringed.

They stepped into their own stalls, before changing out of their disguises, then stepped out, but something was wrong with the outfits they changed into; Jet changed into Tracer's outfit, Tracer in Cole's outfit, and Cole in Jet's.

"I think we switched into the wrong clothing." Cole cringed, the suit hanging slightly loose. "This suit is too loose!"

"Why does my outfit smell like oil and gasoline?" Tracer asked.

"Tracer, no offense, but your outfit is way too tight for my tastes." Jet frowned.

"You like it." Tracer teased.

"On you, maybe." Jet smirked.

"This is an important conversation right now?" Cole deadpanned.

They switched into their own cloths, then snuck down the hallway, going down several elevators, going down several floors, before arriving at the science research floor, going down several hallways, before stopping at a set of double doors with a card slider next to it. Jet slid the keycard, taken from the dispatched Talon agent, through, the door slid open, allowing them to enter a large wide room and at the center was a large, plexiglass reinforced containment chamber.

"What the hell were they working on in here?" Cole wondered.

"Only one way to find out." Jet declared, walking over to a control panel.

Jet typed several keys on the console, and with a beep of confirmation, the containment chamber slid open, revealing something that gave great shock to the trio.

Meanwhile…

With these orders, Sarge did his best to keep a low profile, while sneaking around, but he couldn't help but kill a few guards who happen to almost discover him, then hid the bodies as best he could. Continuing down the hall, before stopping at a door that lead to the science room. He slowly opened the door, and spotted the head scientist, looking over some papers.

"I can't believe I'm actually going through with this." The scientist mumbled out loud. "But sadly, time is of the essence. The Black Master demands more soldiers. Even children."

"Black Master, huh?" Sarge thought to himself. "Must be some head honcho or something. We'll need more info."

He snuck in quietly, sneaking up from behind, then pulled out his shotgun and pointed it at the scientists head.

"Move and you'll lose your head, maggot." Sarge snarled.

"What the-" The scientist gasped, spinning around, before throwing his hands up. "What do you think you're doing, soldier?!"

"Shut up, maggot!" Sarge growled, pushing the scientist to his knees. "Hands behind your back, now!"

The scientist obeyed, putting his hands behind his back, then Sarge cuffed them with special handcuffs, then wrapped him in strong fabric that kept him from breaking free.

"What do you want from me?!" The scientist demanded, slight fear in his voice.

"None of your beeswax, pencil neck." Sarge said bluntly. "Now be quiet, or things will only get worse for you."

As he finished tying the scientist up, however, he failed to noticed the door he had left open, as several Talon soldiers entered, their guns pointed at Sarge.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" One of them demanded.

"I surrender!" Sarge yelped, throwing his hands up instantly.

"The hell?" One of the Talon soldiers said, confused at the scene. "Why is that guy tied up, soldier?"

Sarge refused to respond, his hands still in the up in the air.

"Hey, we're talking to you, rookie!" One of the soldiers yelled, approaching him, reaching his hand out to grab Sarges shoulder.

Only for Sarge to spin around and grab his arm, twist it, then proceed to break his neck.

"What the-?!" One of the soldiers gasped, before recomposing himself in anger, as he reached for his rifle. "Traitor!"

"Fire at will!"

They all drew out their rifles and immediately started firing at Sarge, the bullets hitting their mark, but none of it affected him, as the bullets only bounced off against his metal body, the soldiers stood stupefied, as their magazines ran empty.

"The hell?!" One of them gasped.

"My turn." Sarge declared.

And without warning, he charged, punching one of the soldiers in the jaw, sending him flying into a wall, knocking him out.

"Why you!" Another one yelled, throwing a punch.

Only for Sarge to catch it, then cracked it over his knee, causing the soldier to scream in pain, then the Omnic soldier sent an uppercut to the Talon soldiers jaw, sending him to the floor.

The third Talon soldier tried to swing a metal pole at him, only for Sarge to duck under it, then the Talon soldier swung again, this time, Sarge caught it, yanking it from his hand, then hit him in the stomach with it, then swung the pole as hard as he could, striking the Talon soldier in the jaw, sending him falling through a table, leaving him unconscious.

"You bastard!"

Suddenly, the last Talon soldier tackled Sarge, driving him into the side of a nearby table, trying to break his back, only to be in vein, as Sarge only slammed his metal fist into the soldiers back, forcing him to his hands and knees.

"You call that breaking my spine?!" Sarge taunted, before lifting the soldier up over his shoulder. "Let me show you how it's done!"

And with that, he thrusted the soldier, back first, down upon his metal knee, breaking his back and causing him to scream in agony.

"Now THAT is how you break someone's spine, maggot!" Sarge boasted, as he turned back to the tied up scientist, before slapping some tape over his mouth. "Now, cooperate and you'll live. Resist and you'll go back in a body bag."

He then stuffed the scientist into said body bag, swiped a few documents and a few hard drives, swung him over his shoulder, then looked out the room, checking to make sure no one was looking, then marched down the halls.

Meanwhile…

Jet, Tracer, and Cole all gasped, after the containment chamber had opened up, the smoke poured out, and as it cleared, they could barely believe what they saw.

The sight before them was nothing short of a young man, eighteen years old at least. He was bare, wearing only a pair of underwear, had several scars and bruises on his body, his shoulder length black hair was messy, with some strands of red in it, and he looked as though he hadn't eaten in so long, and he had these curious golden rings around his wrists.

"What the hell is this?!" Cole gasped in shock. "Why do they have a kid here?"

Jet walked over to the young man, getting to one knee, and inspecting him, as he saw curious red marks all over the boy's body, some on his legs, his back, arms, torso, and even two on his cheeks, just under his eyes.

"These marks…" Jet mumbled to himself, observing the marks, before quickly turning his attention to the injuries on the young man's body. "What the hell have these bastards put this kid through?"

"What kind of sicko would put a kid through this kind of hell?" Cole said, disgusted by what he was seeing.

"Poor lad." Tracer frowned, shaking her head. "He looks like he's been through so much."

Jet had many reasons to hate Talon; murder, terrorism, hurting innocence, and so much more. But this? Kidnapping kids and using them for twisted experiments? This is one of the many reasons Talon is considered a threat to this day.

"We need to get this kid out of here." Jet declared. "Cole, download whatever intel they have on their computers."

"You got it!" Cole nodded, walking over to the computers.

Jet brought the young man to his feet, holding his arm over his shoulder. After Cole had finished downloading the information, the group made their way outside the lab, as Jet pressed a finger against his earpiece.

"Winston, can you hear me?"

"I read you loud and clear." Winston responded. "Did you find out what they were doing?"

"Sorta." Jet nodded, rather unsure himself. "We're gonna need a distraction. Think you can help with that?"

"Can do." Winston declared.

"Alright," Jet declared, turning to his companions. "Let's get moving!"

Meanwhile…

Outside, McCree stood next to the truck, smoking his cigarette, as the Talon soldiers continued about their business, as Sarge exited the building, still carrying the bag.

"And what were you doing?" McCree demanded.

"Didn't you hear a word Jet said?" Sarge replied. "My job was to find the head scientist and extract him!"

"And did you?" McCree asked.

"Of course I did!" Sarge declared, tossing the body bag in the back of the truck, along with a second bag, full of paper and hard drives and discs. "Where are the others?"

"Still inside." McCree said, bluntly. "Now, about that scientist…"

Making sure no one was looking, the two unzipped the bag a bit, revealing the head scientist, duct tape over his mouth and fear on his face.

"So, this is their head scientist?" McCree mused.

"Yep!" Sarge confirmed happily. "Hunched over a desk, looking at some papers and disks!"

"Typical eggheads." McCree sighed, still looking at the scientist. "Don't care who suffers from their curiosity."

Suddenly, the communicator buzzed, McCree pressing a finger against his earpiece.

"Hello?" He said.

"Jesse? It's Winston." Winston declared. "Jet and the others have completed their task, but they're gonna need a distraction. If something were to that watch tower of theirs, perhaps that will buy Jet and the others some time."

McCree and Sarge looked over and saw the watch tower at the far end of the complex.

"We'll see what we can do." McCree declared, pulling out a few C4's, then turned to Sarge. "You up for a bit of demolition?"

"Hell yeah!" Sarge declared, taking the C4, making his way towards the tower.

Sarge plants a C4 at the base of the watchtower, before making his way up the stairs, placing another C4 on the middle, then finally reached the top, planting the last C4 on the top of the tower. After that, he went back down the stairs, but was stopped by a Talon soldier.

"Whoa, dude!" The Talon soldier said, stopping Sarge. "What's the rush, man?"

"Nothing major." Sarge shrugged. "Just heading to the bathroom."

"Okay." The Talon soldier said, before noticing the bullet holes in Sarge's disguise. "What caused those holes in your uniform?"

Sarge looked down, seeing the holes, before looking back up at the soldier.

"Did I say bathroom?" Sarge asked. "I meant the infirmary! Fell into a prickly bush!"

"You mean a thorn bush?" The soldier corrected.

"Yes, a thorn bush!" Sarge declared. "Very serious! Need to head to the infirmary!"

Sarge quickly shoved past, leaving the soldier slightly confused, before reaching the truck, McCree just now putting out his cigarette.

"Alright, partner." McCree smiled. "Ready to cause a bit of discord?"

"Bring the noise, Cowboy." Sarge nodded.

McCree then pulled out a small detonator, then pressed its button.

Meanwhile…

Jet, Tracer and Cole were close to the exit, with the young man in tow, waiting for the signal of their distraction.

Then, there was an explosion, then the alarm started blaring, as soldiers scrambled to the surface.

"Sounds like our distraction did its magic." Cole remarked.

"Now's our chance." Jet declared. "Time to get to the surface."

They made their way down the halls, avoiding detection by the Talon soldiers, before reaching a nearby elevator. Making sure no one saw them; they entered the elevator, pressing a button, as the elevator started to ascend.

"What're we gonna do with the kid?" Cole asked.

"For now, it's best he stays with us." Jet said, looking at the young man, who was leaning on his shoulder, unconscious. "No doubt these bastards will want their 'investment' back."

"Why would they put a child through such hell?" Tracer wondered aloud. "Do they even know?"

"I don't think they care." Cole said. "The only thing they want is world domination and a quick pay check."

The elevator finally reached the surface and the trio made their way towards their getaway vehicle.

"'Bout time ya'll showed up." McCree declared. "Ya'll found out what they were up to?"

"Sorta." Jet shrugged. "We'll discuss our findings when we get back to base."

"If ya say so." McCree nodded, before getting a look at the boy, who was propped against Jets shoulder. "Mah God. Is that…"

"Yeah." Jet nodded gravely. "Those bastards have put him through hell."

"Damn. Sick bastards." McCree shook his head. "These bastards don't care how many innocent people they hurt. As long as they earn a quick paycheck."

"Exactly." Jet nodded. "But we'll talk about this more, once we return to base."

But before they could get into the truck, a Talon soldier spotted them, seeing the young boy in their company.

"Hey!" He called, making his way towards them. "What do you think you're doing with the test subject?!"

The group turned to look, but before more could be said, a loud bang was heard, as the Talon soldier dropped dead, and McCree's revolver smoking barrel.

"That's gonna draw some attention." He said, switching back into his usual outfit, then quickly reloading his revolver.

"We'd better get going then!" Jet declared, getting the young man into the truck.

Suddenly, six more Talon soldiers showed up, all aiming their guns at them.

"I've got this!" Cole yelled.

His robotic arm began charging energy. Once it fully charged, it released into a wide blast, jamming the Talon soldiers' weapons, then Coles arm shut down.

"They're all yours, Jesse!" Cole called, gripping his robotic arm. "You've got a few seconds!"

"That's all I need!" McCree smirked,, readying his revolver. "It's High Noon!"

Fanning his revolver, McCree fired all six shots, and with deadly accuracy, all six hit their targets, as the six Talon soldiers dropped dead.

"Everyone in the truck!" Jet commanded. "Hurry!"

Everyone got in the truck and drove off, with two more Talon military trucks give chase.

"Switch on Bastion, NOW!" Jet yelled, pressing his foot on the pedal.

Sarge scrambles to the back seat, getting close to Bastion.

"Come on, soldier!" Sarge ordered. "We got hostiles on our tail!"

Suddenly, Bastion switched online, shaking its head, before looking out the back of the truck.

"You know what to do, friend." Sarge nodded.

Bastion nodded, its lights turning from blue to red, then switched to sentry mode, unleashing a hail of bullets, easily destroying the two trucks.

But before they could celebrate, a large tank charged in, ready to destroy.

While Bastion was firing away, Sarge pulled a briefcase, that he had hidden earlier, out from under one of the seats, opened it up, revealing a large rocket, inserted it into his rocket launcher and aimed at the tank.

"Eat this, MAGGOT!" He yelled, pulling the trigger, the rocket flying towards the tank, going right into the cannon, and the tank exploded.

With the tank destroyed, the team was able to escape, leaving the Talon base in disarray.

Later, at Sarges base camp…

Back at Sarges base camp, the Overwatch agents placed the young man on a stretcher, then got him onto the jet.

"Once we get back to HQ, this kid will need medical attention." Jet said. "Tomorrow, we'll begin interrogating the head scientist for some information."

"You're welcome, by the way." Sarge said curtly.

Bastion beeped happily.

"We greatly appreciate your help, Sarge." Winston smiled, shaking Sarges hand. "You've been a valuable asset to us on this mission." He looked towards Bastion. "You too, Bastion."

Bastion beeped, nodding its head.

"Not a problem, sir!" Sarge saluted. "Just glad to lend my assistance against those terrorist bastards!"

"You certainly have the aptitude." Jet remarked. "Perhaps you two would be better off joining us and help in our fight against Talon."

Bastion beeped in surprise.

"Nooo!" Sarge gasped, exasperatedly.

"Yes." Jet nodded. "We need someone who takes the initiative. That, and your enthusiasm really shows that you're ready for action." He looked at Bastion. "That, and we could always use a mighty morphin' Bastion on our side."

Bastion beeped shyly.

"So you won't mind having a few Omnics like us on the Overwatch roster?" Sarge asked.

"It doesn't matter if you're human or Omnic." Jet declared. "It certainly doesn't matter if you're black, white, purple, or even if your skin is made of metal! Heroes, scientists, adventurers and guardians of all shapes and sizes are more than welcome to join and defend those who can't defend themselves." Jet extends a hand to Sarge. "That also means opening up to those who wish to make a difference. So, Sarge, Bastion, are you with us?"

Sarge looked at the others, all with a smile or a grin of approval, then at Bastion, the two nodding in agreement, then back to Jet, as his eyes lit up.

"Sir, I am honored to join your ranks!" He declared with glee, shaking Jets hand excitedly. "I swear, sir, I will NOT let you down!"

Bastion beeped affirmatively.

"Good to hear, soldier." Jet smiled, before turning to the others. "Mission accomplished! Good work, everyone! Now, back to base!"

And with that, the Overwatch agents and their newest recruits got on the jet, after dismantling Sarges base camp as to not leave traces, and flew back to base for the debriefing.

Later, in Switzerland…

The agents finally returned to base, all meeting in the command room for debriefing. After showing Sarge and Bastion around the base, they meet in the command room.

"It's good to have you with us, Sarge." Winston declared. "I'm certain that you and Bastion will make valuable assets to the team."

Bastion beeped proudly.

"We plan to do our best at showing those Talon bastards who's the best, sir!" Sarge nodded, punching his fist into his palm. "Bastards think they can disrupt the peace and get away with it?!"

"Don't worry, Sarge." Cole assured. "Those bastards'll get what's comin' to them."

"What about the kid?" McCree asked.

"He'll need some rest." Jet declared. "After all the trauma he went through, I'm certain he deserves it."

"What the hell were those guys trying to do?" McCree wondered. "What were they trying to accomplish from tormenting a kid?"

"Hopefully, with the research we've taken from their facility, we'll find out." Jet declared. "Until tomorrow, everyone get some rest. Dismissed!"

Everyone left the command room, heading to their respective rooms, leaving only Jet and Tracer.

"Not bad for your first official day as leader, eh?" Tracer smirked.

"To be honest, I was kinda nervous about how it'd go." Jet admitted. "Still, it's good to see some things going our way, for once."

"You're doing fine, love." Tracer assured. "It just takes some getting used to."

"I know, but it can be pretty stressful." Jet said, cringing a bit. "Now I know how Jack felt when he was in charge."

"I know you can do it, love." Tracer said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You were taught by one of the best out of all of us. Jack saw something in you that made you his best student and made you the best choice for being next in line for leadership of the team and I believe that he made the best choice."

Jet thought for a moment, before smiling.

"Thanks, Trace." He smiled. "I really needed that."

"Anytime, love." Tracer said, hugging him. "I'll always be by your side, whenever you need me."

The two kissed before heading for their own rooms, to rest up for tomorrow.

Geez, sorry for the delay, everyone! I've been so busy with work and Christmas shopping, it's been putting a lot of stress on me. That, and I was worried about how this chapter would go, with me introducing Bastion early on, plus I've been having a bit of writers block, so that kinda slowed down progress a bit. Still, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, the support means so much and really helps keeping me going. Again, thanks for stopping by and don't forget to review!