Overwatch: The Samurai
Chapter Six: Meet The Crew Part Two: The Spectre
The next day, the team was once again at work. Winston was working in the lab, teaching young Gabe to be his lab assistant, Cole was in the garage repairing some military vehicles, Sarge and McCree were at the shooting range doing target practice, Tracer and Jet were looking through some of the dossiers of some of the former Overwatch agents, even some of those in Blackwatch. Naturally, Jet wouldn't trust anyone from Blackwatch, but he was good friends with McCree, plus they needed all the help they can get, so he made an exception. Recently, a few more agents had answered the recall, those being Angela Ziegler, callsign Mercy, a brilliant scientist, and peerless healer and Overwatch veteran, and wasted no time getting to work in the infirmary. Hana Song, callsign D. Va, was another who answered the recall, much to Coles joy, and she got right to work assisting Cole with vehicle repairs and mechs. Torbjörn, one of the greatest weaponsmiths and engineers in the world, also answered the recall and quickly got to work on building turrets but kept his distance from Sarge and Bastion, due to his low opinion of Omnics. Reinhardt was next to answer the call, alongside Brigitte, who maintains his armor. Fareeha Amari, callsign Pharah, was last to answer the recall and immediately started training some of the new recruits. Several veteran soldiers of Overwatch answered the call and started training. Overall, things seemed to be going well.
Jet decided to take a break from looking at the dossiers, as Tracer rushed off to check on Winston, and he decided to check on the young man in the infirmary, as he walked down the hall, being saluted by some of the soldiers he passes by, as he arrived at the health ward. Entering, he sees Mercy standing next to a medical bed, where the young man was laying, dressed in a hospital gown and hooked up to a heart monitor.
"How's our guest doing?" Jet asked, gaining Mercy's attention.
"He's resting at the moment." She answers in her Swiss accent. "But he is recovering, and should wake up later today."
"Good to know." Jet nodded, before looking at the marks inflicted on the young man's body from Talons experimentation. "What kind of hell did those Talon bastards put this kid through?"
"I'm not sure, but it's clear they wanted to create a living weapon." Mercy explained, holding up a clipboard. "According to the data you extracted from the Talon base, they must have put him through excruciating training exercises and torture. Constant beatings if failed to meet expectations, repeated drug injections, verbal and psychological abuse…" She shivered as she stopped. "I don't even want to go into further detail into what those monsters did to him."
"He's not the only one." Jet reminded. "Countless others have fallen victim to their cruelty."
"Hopefully, we can help him." Mercy nodded, looking at the young man sympathetically. "He must've been terrified."
"Is there any information on this kid?" Jet asked. "Who he might be?"
"Not much." Mercy said. "All we know is that he's twenty years old, despite his appearance, he's of Irish descent, but I'm afraid there's not much information on him from the Talon base."
"Well, regardless, I'll leave his care in your hands, Mercy." Jet declared. "I trust you to ensure he gets a full recovery."
"You can count on me, Jet." Mercy nodded. "I'll let you know, once he has awakened."
And with that, Jet left the room, before bumping into someone outside, a young woman with orange hair and a gear tattoo on her left shoulder.
"Oh!" She gasped, before straightening herself up and saluting him. "Sorry, sir! I didn't see you there!"
"At ease, soldier." Jet said, looking her up and down. "You're Brigitte, right? You're Torbjörn's daughter?"
"That's right, sir." Brigette nodded, smiling proudly, speaking in her Swedish accent. "Not only will I be fighting on the front lines, but I also help me father maintain Reinhardt's armor!"
"Well, glad to see someone's looking after the old man." Jet joked, before getting serious. "Now, what brings you down here?"
"Pa said that we have a guest here." Brigitte shrugged. "Figured I'd make him feel welcome."
"He's not exactly conscious at the moment." Jet frowned but then smiled. "But once he does, I'll let you know."
"Is it true, though?" Brigitte asked. "Did you really find him in a Talon base?"
"Yeah." Jet nodded sadly. "Those bastards were doing some terrible tests on him. According to the notes we retrieved from their base, Talon seems to be trying to create living weapons of mass destruction, capable of causing worse destruction than a nuclear missile."
"But why kids his age though?" Brigitte asked.
"I don't know." Jet shook his head. "Maybe because, in Talons eyes, kids are easier to manipulate. Easier to mold into cold-hearted killers, who kill and follow orders without hesitation, be their target soldier or civilian, guilty or innocent."
"That's terrible." Brigitte gasped, before becoming stern. "We must stop them!"
"I agree." Jet nodded, looking back at the door, then back to Brigitte. "Say, why don't you stay here and help Mercy look after the kid, while he recovers?"
"Really?" Brigitte questioned. "Why me?"
"Because you're unbiased." Jet explained. "Some of the others may not be welcoming towards him, simply because he's from Talon, be it willingly or against his will. For now, I need someone to look after him alongside Mercy." He then smiled. "Plus, I think he could use a good friend to guide him on the right path."
"I'm flattered, sir." Brigitte chuckled, slightly blushing. "I'd be honored to look after our friend."
"Good to hear." Jet nodded.
Suddenly, the intercom went off, as Athena spoke through the loudspeaker.
"Jet Lightning, please report to the main office."
The intercom turned off, and Jet made his way down the hall, arriving at the office. Entering the room, he sees Winston sitting at a desk, Jesse McCree leaning against the wall, alongside a familiar face. It was a woman, wearing a blue and black cloak with a black hood, looked like an older version of Pharah, with an udjat tattoo on her left eye, only her hair was grey and wore an eye patch over her right.
"Howdy, Jet." McCree greeted, tipping his hat.
"Glad to see you've arrived, Jet." Winston smiled. "I assume you remember who this is?"
Jet observed the woman carefully before his eyes widened with surprised.
"Ana?" Jet said, before smiling. "Is that really you?"
"Indeed it is." Ana nodded, smiling, before shaking Jet's hand. "It's good to finally meet the new leader of the reformed Overwatch. And that it's you, of all people." She gave a friendly smile. "Regardless, it's good to see you again, my friend."
"It's good to see you too, Ana." Jet nodded, looking her up and down. "But wow. You look…" Ana gave him a stern glare, making him cringe. "…Different?"
"Well, the years may not have been the best, I'll admit." Ana chuckled. "So tell me. How have things been going? With reforming Overwatch?"
"Surprisingly, pretty good." Jet nodded. "We've already recruited some fresh faces, as well as some veterans." He then frowned, looking at Winston. "Wait, does Fareeha know about this? About Ana being here?"
"Athena just called her up." Winston declared. "She should be here any minute now."
As if on cue, the door opened, revealing Fareeha Amari, wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black tank top, a blue coat and a pair of blue and white sneakers and a udjat tattoo, like Ana's, over her right eye and carrying a water bottle.
"Winston, you called?" She asked, stepping into the room. "Is it some-"
She stopped as soon as her eyes averted towards Ana, her eyes widened and her mouth agape, her bottle of water slipped from her hand, as she stood there, unsure how to react.
"Mo…mother?!" She stuttered, unsure what to say.
Ana simply smiled, as she walked over to her daughter and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hello, Pharee." Ana smiled, looking her daughter up and down. "My, you've grown so much."
"Mother…" Pharah choked out, as she broke down in tears, hugging her mother, burying her head in her chest. "Mother, it's really you!"
"There, there, my child." Ana soothed, patting her daughter on the back with one hand and gently rubbing her head with the other. "Let it all out."
Pharah continued to cry, as Jet looked on, as he looked over to Winston, who only smiled a bit, then to McCree, who was silently watching, before looking back at mother and daughter.
"Should we give you some time alone?" Jet suggested.
After a bit, Pharah's sobbing stopped eventually, and she straightened up, wiping the tears from her face.
"No, it's fine." Pharah declared with a smile. "Sorry for breaking down like that."
"Hey, it happens to the best of us." Jet nodded, before getting serious. "Now, I believe that you're here for more than a family reunion, Ana?"
"Sadly, yes." Ana nodded, becoming stern. "Come; let's take this into the command room."
The five left the office and entered the command room, then Ana inserted a flash drive into the console.
"There is a lone assassin operating in Egypt," Ana explained. "Someone going by the codename 'Spectre'. Sometimes, RLD."
A holomap of the world appeared before them, a red dot lit up over a location in Egypt, and an image appeared on the projector, showing an image of an armored assassin. The armor looked like armor worn by the assassin Spectre from an old video game(if you guys have played Black Ops 3, just imagine Spectre but slightly thinner). He was holding a specially customized H&K MSG90 sniper rifle. The customization seemed to include the scope having twenty times the power of a regular MSG90 scope, a red dot sight mounted to the left side of the handguard to quickly switch from long-range to close-range, an angled foregrip, a longer barrel, custom fabricated by a forgery from somewhere and a custom pistol grip which eases the strain on the hand. He also had an energy blade attached to the wrist.
"This assassin had appeared in Egypt some years ago," Ana explained. "From what I've seen, he's only been targeting Talon agents in Giza. So far, he hasn't caused any real trouble."
"So, why are we talking about this?" McCree asked.
"Because I believe he is prime recruitment material," Ana said, a-matter-of-factly. "From what I've seen, he's a damn good shot, maybe better than I am." She then frowned. "But I'm afraid recruiting him will not be easy."
"What do you mean?" Jet asked, raising a brow.
"I mean he's in trouble," Ana said, as she inserted another flash drive into the console. "Talon sent one of their top assassins to kill Spectre. An assassin who goes by the codename 'Shinigami'."
A second image appeared on the projector, showing the image of a young, Japanese man who seemed to be in his mid-thirties with short silver hair, lightly tanned skin and lovely hazel eyes. He had a tribal tattoo near his left eye. His outfit consisted of an urban camouflage U.S. Military fatigues with a lightweight harness that carried his magazine pouches for the sniper rifle he carried, along with a pistol holster.
Speaking of the rifle, it looked like the military variant of the famous PSG90, renowned for its supremely high accuracy.
"Wait a minute." McCree held up a hand, taking a closer look at the image before his eyes widened in shock. "I recognize this guy! It's Sebastian Cross!"
"You know him?" Jet asked.
"We worked together back in Blackwatch." McCree nodded. "But why the hell would he be workin' for Talon?!"
"Maybe they paid him off?" Pharah suggested, with venom in her voice. "No doubt they appealed to his money-grubbing nature."
"I don't buy it." McCree shooked his head. "Seb was a man who believed in justice, even if it meant doing it by any means necessary. There ain't no way he'd ever join Talon!"
"Perhaps there's something more to it…" Jet suggested.
"Regardless, he's with Talon now." Ana declared. "On top of that, he's targeting Spectre. We can't risk losing a potential recruit."
The cowboy opened his mouth the retort, but immediately clamped his lips shut, unable to think of a reply.
"In that case, we leave for Egypt in an hour." Jet declared, looking towards Ana. "We'll find Spectre and bring him back alive. You have my word."
"Thank you, Jet." Ana smiled. "I swear, you won't regret it."
A few minutes later…
After the debriefing, Jet returned to his quarters to prepare for the coming mission, his sword sheathed at his side, making sure his sliver baller pistol was loaded, though he rarely uses it, yet he always as it with him, in case he needs to. As he was finishing with his preparations, there was a knock on his door.
"It's open."
The door opened, revealing McCree.
"Heya, Jet." McCree greeted, tipping his hat. "Almost done gearin' up?"
"Yep." Jet nodded. "What about you?"
"Same here," Jesse smirked, patting his peacekeeper revolver, holstered at his side. "Ready to kick some Talon asses!"
"Awesome." Jet smiled but frowned. "But that look in your eyes tells a different tale."
"Am I that easy to read?" McCree asked, jokingly.
"Maybe a little bit." Jet shrugged. "It's about that Sebastian guy, right?"
"It just doesn't feel right." McCree sighed. "I don't understand. Why would Seb side with those bastards who would kill anyone in their way?"
"If it's not for money or infamy, what other reason is there?" Jet wandered. "Something bad must've happened for him to fall so far."
"Maybe." McCree frowned. "Look, Jet? I don't know what you think, but Seb was a comrade. We can't just kill him. Sure, his moral compass ain't exactly high, but he'd always help a partner out."
"What do you suggest we do, Jesse?" Jet asked, almost irritated. "From what I've seen, he's a loose cannon, unpredictable. If you have a better idea, let's hear it."
"Look, I don't want to burden you with this." McCree sighed, almost about to give up. "If you don't want to deal with this, we can just forget this talk happened."
"Jesse, I'm not saying you shouldn't come to me with problems." Jet consoled, putting a hand on McCree's shoulder. "If you have problems, I want your feedback. But if something can't be done, you have to understand, I can't promise to meet impossible demands. I can do all I can, but I can't promise anything."
"I know, and I'm sorry if it feels like a burden to you." McCree apologized. "But I believe there is some hope to bring Seb back 'round."
"If that option is available, we'll take it." Jet nodded, still frowning. "But should things get out of hand…be ready for the worst."
"I understand." McCree nodded, solemnly. "Thanks for the talk, partner."
"Anytime." Jet replied.
The two shook hands, then McCree left, leaving Jet to finish preparations.
A few hours later, Jet made his way to the hanger bay, heading towards the Orca airship, where other members for the mission, Tracer, Ana, Pharah, McCree, Reinhardt, Torbjörn, D. Va, Cole, and Sarge, were waiting, all in their field outfits. As Jet stepped onto the ship, each member greeted him, then took his seat near the window.
"We're heading to Egypt, yeah?" Tracer asked, blinking towards the pilot's seat. "It's gonna be hot once we reach its airspace, so I'll make sure the air conditioner is at full blast!"
And with that, the airship took off, heading to Egypt.
Several hours later…
The airship had just entered the desert airspace, though it was very hot outside. Thankfully, the airship's interior was cool, keeping the agents inside nice and cool. The airship finally arrived in the Giza, landing at the airfield.
"Welcome to Egypt, my friends." Ana smiled, glad to be back in her home state, giving a sigh of bliss. "Ah, it feels good to be home."
"I agree, mother." Pharah agreed. "Home is where the heart is."
"So, where do we start our search?" Cole asked. "Giza ain't exactly small."
"Spectre was last seen in the poorer districts in Giza," Ana explained. "I suggest we begin our search there."
The team went down the street until they managed to reach the worker village, where the Pyramid of Khafre can be seen in the distance.
"The great pyramid off in the distance," Ana remarked. "They're as beautiful as ever."
"It's soooo hooooot." Cole whined, wiping sweat from his forehead. "Seriously, how do the Egyptians handle this heat?!"
"They're used to it, I reckon." McCree shrugged, not bothered by the heat at all.
"Quit yer bellyaching, private!" Sarge yelled. "The heat helps build character! And from what I've seen, these fine Egyptian people have tons of character!"
"Easy for you to say, tin man!" Cole frowned, glaring at Sarge. "You're not exactly human!"
"Let's just start our search." Jet implored, patting Cole's arm. "The sooner we find Spectre, the sooner we get out of this heat."
The team moved through town, starting their search. They began searching old abandoned building, speaking to some of the people who visited, even asking some of the police officials, but so far, they found no leads.
The team stopped at the center of the village, taking a break.
"Almost every inch of this old village and no sign of the lad!" Reinhardt groaned, sitting on a stone bench. "Where in the bloody hell is he?!"
"If only things could be easier than this." Cole sighed. "If this Spectre guy knew the trouble we are going through, just to find this guy, he'd come out of hiding right now!"
"Considering he's being hunted by one of Talon's top assassin's, I don't blame him." Pharah frowned. "If it were me in his shoes, I'd go into hiding as well."
"To be honest, so would I." Torbjörn admitted. "I wouldn't feel safe in public, with those murderin' bastards hunting me down."
"It must be hard for Spectre though." D. Va frowned. "Always not staying in one place for too long, always watching his back."
"The lad must be tired." Tracer said.
As the team pondered their next move, they were unaware of the Talon soldier, atop on one of the village buildings. The soldier pulled out a sniper rifle, crouched down, and aimed down the sights, his gun aimed at Jet's head.
But before he could pull the trigger, he saw a red dot show up on his leg, as it moved up to his chest, before stopping at his head, and before he could see the source-
Bang!
The team spun around, looking to where the shot came from, only to see the soldier's now dead corpse fall from the building, landing with a sickening thud.
Jet looked up, seeing the Spectre himself, atop the roof, rifle in hand, looking back at Jet, before turning to retreat across the rooftops.
"Was that who I think it was?" Jet asked, turning to Ana.
"There is no doubt in my mind." Ana nodded. "That was the Spectre."
"Why the hell did he run off?" Reinhardt demanded. "Did he get spooked?"
"Probably just bein' cautious." McCree suggested. "Maybe he left a note?"
"I've got it!" Tracer beamed, blinking up to the roof, before blinking back, returning with a note, just as McCree said.
"What's it say?" Cole asked.
Jet unfolded the parchment, reading the contents out loud.
Agents of Overwatch,
I know who you are and why you're here. Meet me at the entrance of the Pyramid of Khafre and we can speak more in person.
Yours in confidence, Spectre.
"So, the Spectre finally wants to meet us, eh?" Torbjörn laughed. "It's about time!"
"I wonder who he is, behind the mask." Pharah mused.
"We'll find out, once we meet him." Jet declared. "Let's go."
The team got up and began their trip to the great pyramid.
Meanwhile…
Back at the underground base, Mercy was doing some checkups on the young man, drawing blood for examination, checking temperature, administering vaccine shots and several more procedures.
As she worked, she would glance at the young man from time to time, watching as he slumbered peacefully, and in a clean bed, not in some dirty Talon cell.
She continued with her work, then there was a knock at the door.
"It's open!" She called.
The door opened, and Brigitte entered through the threshold.
"Hello, doctor." She greeted with a smile.
"Hello, Brigitte." Mercy said. "What brings you in?"
"Just checking in on the laddie." Brigitte declared, looking at the young man. "Is it true he was recovered from a Talon facility?"
"Jet confirmed it, yes." Mercy nodded, sadly. "Those monsters have put him through a terrible ordeal." She held up a clipboard. "He seems to have suffered many beatings and was denied food and water for failing to meet expectations."
"That's awful!" Brigitte gasped, angry. "Do those heartless bastards have no souls?!"
"From what I've seen, apparently no." Mercy sighed. "They'd do anything to gain power."
"Seems they wanted a weapon of mass destruction," Brigitte said. "Jet mentioned this earlier, but he said that Talon sees children as 'easy to mold and manipulate'. To create living weapons."
As Mercy continued to look over the results, Briggite stood next to the bed, looking at the young man.
"Not the best looking," Brigitte thought, focusing on the man's good looking face. "But he is cute, I'll admit."
She gently ran her hand over his cheek, feeling the smoothness of his skin, while also feeling the warmth within.
"He's so warm!" She thought.
As she continued to observe, Brigitte didn't notice his fingers twitch. Then, suddenly, his eyes flashed open, his eyes a bright blue color.
Brigitte gasped, gaining Mercy's attention, who looked at the young man, who looked over, sitting up and gazing at the both of them.
"Well, glad to see you've woken up." Mercy said, the young man turning his head to her. "Do you feel okay?"
The young man said nothing, only nodded his head.
"Are you thirsty?" Mercy asked, earning her a nod from the young man. "Brigitte, would you kindly bring a cup of water?"
Brigitte nodded, quickly leaving the room, then returning with a glass of water, giving it to the young man, who quickly downed the glass, before giving a satisfied sigh.
"Do you have a name?" Mercy asked.
"Sean." The young man declared, his voice still a bit scratchy. "But that's all I know."
"Sean," Mercy mused. "So, you're saying you don't have any memory of what happened?"
"I only remember my name and my time in that facility." Sean said bluntly. "I remember nothing else."
"I see." Mercy mused, looking at the rings around Sean's wrists. "What about those rings around your wrists? Do you remember what they're for?"
Sean looked at the rings, then back to Mercy.
"I remember the ones who imprisoned me say something about them 'suppressing my power output'." He shrugged. "That's all I know."
"I see." Mercy said. "Well, I'll leave you in Brigitte's care for now. I must inform our leader that you've awaken."
She left the room, leaving Brigitte with their guest.
"You have nothing to fear, friend." Brigitte assured, putting a hand on Sean's shoulder. "You're safe here, away from Talon."
Sean simply looked at her, blankly, looking at the hand on his shoulder, then back to her.
"Thank you." He said simply.
"Not a problem, laddie!" Brigitte declared, blushing a bit.
Back in Egypt…
The team proceeded through the small town, before arriving at the sight of the pyramid.
"These pyramids have always been a famous tourist attraction." Cole whistled sharply.
"Spetre should be waiting inside." Jet declared. "Let's hope we're not walking into an ambush."
Just as the team was about to approach the pyramid, a swarm of Talon soldiers emerged from around the corner, all heavily armored and intent to kill.
"Well, speak of the devil." McCree said, pulling out his pistol. "Looks like we've got company!"
"Get behind cover, NOW!" Jet screamed, drawing his sword.
The Talon soldiers started shooting, as the Overwatch agents got behind cover and started fighting back. McCree firing away with his revolver, Tracer firing away with her pulse pistols while zipping around the area, Torbjörn sat down a few turrets for defense, D. Va summoned her mech and fired with the mechs blasters, Sarge fired away with his multi-rocket launcher, Pharah took to the skies a fired from above with her rocket launcher, Ana fired from cover with her sniper rifle, Reinhardt activated his shield to offer more protection, and Cole fired away with his Desert Eagle pistol and Plasma Skorpion machine pistol.
The Overwatch team held their ground as best they can, but the Talon soldiers just kept coming, until eventually, heavily armed units with heavy machine guns were deployed, followed by snipers.
"There's too many of them, love!" Tracer yelled, reloading her pistols. "We can't keep this up forever!"
"Everyone, move between cover!" Jet shouted, deflecting bullets with his sword. "Move towards the pyramid!"
The team started moving towards the pyramid, moving cover to cover. While the fighting was happening below, a small block moved from its spot from the mid-section of the pyramid, and a sniper rifle peeked out from the spot and fired at some of the Talon snipers.
Jet got behind cover and got a look at the shooter; the Spectre himself, gesturing towards the pyramid entrance.
"Everyone!" Jet yelled. "Inside the tomb!"
The team began moving towards the pyramid entrance, as the entrance opened up, and Soldier 76 emerged, holding his heavy pulse rifle, and firing away at the Talon troops.
"Everyone, inside, now!"
The Overwatch agents entered, one by one, and as Jet was last to enter, he looked at 76 for a moment, before entering himself, and Soldier 76 fired the Helix rockets, before slipping into the tomb, the doors shutting tight behind him.
The team made it to the main room, a wide spacious room, to catch their breath, as Soldier 76 walked up to them, rifle in hand.
"About God damn time you guys showed up!" He declared, holstering his rifle onto his back. "And here I was, thinking you weren't gonna show up!"
"76?" Jet said, a bit surprised. "What're you doing in a place like this?"
"Helping out a friend in need." Soldier 76 declared. "It's been a while since I've fought for a good cause." He looked over at Ana. "And with old acquaintances, too."
"The feeling's mutual, Jack." Ana smiled.
"Jack?!" Jet gasped, looking towards 76. "Wait, as in Jack Morrison?!"
"That's right, kid." 76 nodded, removing his mask. "In the flesh. Or at least what's left."
Everyone was absolutely stunned, unsure of how to react, until McCree stood up, angry as hell.
"What the hell, Jack?!" He yelled angrily. "After all this time, you never died? All this time, we mourned a man who was NEVER dead?!"
"I'm sorry, Jesse." Jack said. "A lot of things happened, and I wasn't sure how you guys would react."
"What the fuck kinda excuse is that?" McCree angrily yelled. "Where the hell have you been when we needed you the most? Do your own teammates not matter to you anymore?!"
"Of course the team matters to me!" Jack yelled back. "After all that happened, I was angry as hell! But after the explosion, I was lucky enough to survive!" He then frowned, calming down. "But I was so driven by my own vengeance, that I never thought about how the team felt."
The team wasn't sure what to say, but McCree did, and he wasn't satisfied.
"When we get out of this mess alive," McCree said sternly. "IF we get out alive, you owe us all an explanation. For all the years you've been playing possum, you owe us all that much."
"IF we get out alive." Cole reminded. "We still have Talon troops banging on the front door. They'll slaughter us if we try to get out that way."
"Ana and I will meet up with Spectre." Jet declared. "Hopefully, he has a plan to get us all out of this mess."
"Head down one of the halls and head up." Jack declared. "He should still be in the upper rooms."
And with that, Jet and Ana went down one of the passages, going up to the higher levels of the tomb, Going down several passages, before arriving at a small room, seeing the Spectre himself, crouched down at an opening, his sniper rifle aimed through the opening, looking for a target.
"Spectre?" Jet spoke up.
The Spectre held up a finger, asking to wait a minute, before focusing on his target outside, then fired, probably hitting his target outside, sending the Talon troops into a frenzy.
He then looked up at Jet and Ana for a moment, then rose to his feet, moving over to a nearby table littered with ammo clips and several pistols. He removed his helmet, sat it on the table, and took a seat, facing the two. Ana almost gasped, as the Spectre's skin was tanned, both his eyes and hair are black, his hair cut short, and he also has a scar that runs down from his left cheek, across his nose, past his right cheek and up into the ear.
"Jet Lightning." Spectre declared, giving a weak smile. "Glad to meet the new leader of Overwatch." He looked over to Ana, then frowned. "Ana Amari. I thought you were dead."
"Brian Buenaventura!?" Ana gasped, with a smile. "What are YOU doing here?!"
"Just keeping my skills sharp." Brian shrugged. "A little target practice."
Ana could see the tiredness on Brian's face.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Been better. Just glad to see a few friendly faces." Brian smiled, before frowning again. "Fighting Talon is hard. Especially on my own."
"But how are you alive?" Ana asked. "From what I've heard, you died in the Swiss base explosion."
"Surprised?" Brian smirked. "I was lucky enough to survive." He then pointed to his scar, frowning. "Unfortunately, I got this scar as a result from a bad fall."
"Have you two met before?" Jet asked.
"He was my spotter, back in the day," Ana explained. "Eventually, he inherited my sniping skills and being on par with me in terms of long-range shooting." She smiled. "He's also like a son to me."
"I never knew my own mother, but Ana was a mother figure for me, the longer I worked with her." Brian nodded. "I will always treasure those moments."
"Well, we're here now." Jet declared, with a frown. "But I doubt getting out is gonna be easy."
"True," Brian admitted. "This old tomb saved my life, funneling those witless idiots into scope, but it works both ways. They'll slaughter us, if we try to go out the way we came in."
"Staying here doesn't seem like a good idea either." Jet said, a-matter-of-factly. "Any other ideas?"
"Well, while I was out scouting, I saw a large tower structure, back in the village," Brian remarked, removing one of the blocks and pointed towards a tower in the distance. "It looks doable enough. If we can get there…"
"We can hold out in there, until Talon decides they can't waste any more men over one target, now that Overwatch is here." Jet declared. "Not a perfect plan, but it's a plan.
"What if Shinigami shows up?" Ana asked, frowning.
"IF he shows up." Jet repeated. "We'll deal with him if he shows himself."
With their plan in mind, the trio went back downstairs to the main room and rejoined the rest of the group.
"Alright, listen up!" Jet called out, gaining everyone's attention. "We may have a plan in place!" He gestured to Brian. "This is Brian Buenaventura, callsign Spectre. He has a plan to get us out of this mess." He turned to Brian. "Brian?"
Brian nodded, then rolled out a map onto a stone table.
"Talon has us trapped from the front, but only the front." He declared, pointing to a spot on the map, before pointing to another part of the map. "However, there is a secret passage down this way," He pointed down the hallway. "With it, we can sneak out to the left side of the pyramid and make our way to a large tower structure."
"We'll hold out there, while someone makes a run to bring the Orca to the tower for pickup." Jet added, looking over to Tracer. "Lena, we trust this task to you."
"You've got it, love!" Tracer smiled, saluting.
"All right! Any questions?" Jet stated, no one raising their hands to ask. "All right then. Let's get our boy out of here!"
The team gathered their equipment, then made their way down the hall, going down a secret tunnel, going through twists and turns, before finally exiting through a hidden door on the other side of the pyramid, with Talon being none the wiser.
"Back in the heat again." Cole groaned, sweating from the heat. "I already miss the tomb."
"Be glad we have a way out now." D. Va said, elbowing him. "I'd rather not be stuck in a giant tomb for the rest of my days."
"Alright, the easy parts out of the way." Jet declared, turning to Tracer. "Lena, you know what to do."
"You got it, love!" Tracer smiled, saluting, before blinking off.
"All right, everyone." Jet addressed, gaining the rest of the team's attention. "Talon isn't gonna make this easy, so let's make sure we hit 'em hard and make sure it hurts!"
Everyone nodded, then the team began their advancement towards the tower.
The Talon troops, however, soon saw them, then started firing away. The Overwatch team fired back with everything they had, still making their way to the tower, Reinhardt brought up his shield to block the bullets while some of the agents started running and gunning while the ones already behind cover provided covering fire so the unprotected ones could have time to find cover.
"Keep it up, everyone!" Jet yelled, deflecting several bullets with his sword. "We're almost there!"
The team finally made it to the tower base, each agent entering through the main entrance and setting up defenses, taking down the Talon soldiers, one by one, before the Talon troops almost seized showing up.
"We've got them on the ropes!" Reinhardt declared, his shield still holding out. "Stay strong, my friends!"
The team stood their ground until the Talon troops either dropped dead or retreated.
"We did it!" Cole cheered, pumping his fist in the air. "They're turning tail!"
With the Talon troops gone, the team finally rendezvous on the second floor of the tower.
"Nice work, Jet. They barely touched me." Brian smiled, impressed.
"For a first timer, I'm impressed." Ana chuckled. "Even though you're new at this, you're making a decent leader."
"I couldn't be prouder of you Jet." Jack agreed, patting Jet's shoulder.
"It wasn't just me." Jet declared bluntly. "We've made it this far thanks to everyone's efforts." He then frowned. "But we're not out of the woods yet. We still need to wait for Tracer to return with the dropship."
"I say we take our chances and make a run for it," Cole suggested. "Talon must've gotten the message by now."
"Somehow, I doubt it." Brian shook his head, standing near a window. "Knowing Talon, they might-"
"WATCH OUT!"
Pharah tackled him to the ground, and before anyone could react, a gunshot sounded and a bullet shot through the window, shattering it, and everyone got into cover, avoiding the windows.
Pharah was covering Brian with her body, and it lasted for a whole minute before she looked down to see Brian blushing a deep shade of red.
"Are you okay?" She asked, not noticing the blush on Brains face.
"I-I'm f-fine." Brian stuttered. "C-could you g-get off of me?"
"OH!" Pharah gasped, rolling off of him and into cover, slightly blushing. "Sorry!"
"That has to be Shinigami!" Ana declared, readying her sniper rifle. "It has to be!"
"Sir, if you have a plan, let's hears it!" Sarge demanded, holding his rocket launcher.
"One, actually." Jet declared, drawing his sword." I'll stand out front and draw his attention, while Brian takes the shot."
"You got it!" Brian nodded, putting on his helmet and climbed to the top floor.
"The rest of you remain here and help keep Shinigami from noticing Brian!"
"Understood!" Everyone declared.
While the agents got into position, Jet pulled McCree and Cole aside.
"While I'm keeping Sebastian busy," He told the two. "I need you two to wait on standby, wait for me to ascertain his location."
"You got it, pard." McCree nodded.
"No problem!" Cole smiled.
Jet stepped toward the door, taking in a breath, then released it, before stepping outside, exposed to any sniper willing to take a shot. He stood in a samurai stance, his hand hovering over the handle of his sword, as he began scanning what's in front of him, looking side to side, waiting.
Then he heard the gunshot, then quickly drew his sword, faster than lightning, and swatted the bullet away, like a fly.
He focused his attention to where the bullet came from, far from where he stood, he saw the assassin, his sniper rifle sticking out of the window, as he prepared to fire again.
"Jesse, I've found him!" Jet said into his earpiece. "He's in the storehouse, across from the tower! See if you can get in from the back!"
"Got it!"
The sniper fired again, but Jet managed to swat it away again, but as he did, he felt the bullets had more force behind them than any regular bullet, as he had a bit of trouble simply deflecting them.
"What kind of bullets is that guy using?!" He thought to himself, readying his stance again.
Meanwhile, Brian had finally reached the top, climbing up a spire, then positioned himself at the very tip. Readying his sniper rifle, he pressed a finger against his earpiece.
"Jet, I'm in position." He declared.
"Good." Jet responded. "The target's in the storehouse, across from where we are. I'm keeping him distracted, but I need you to take the shot!"
"Not a problem." Brian nodded, readying his rifle.
Back on the ground, McCree and Cole had managed to make it to the back of the storehouse, and McCree busted the door down, as the two made their way through the rather large building. The assassin, however, heard the duo's forced entry and had an SMG at the ready.
As soon as the duo made it through the door leading to where he was, the assassin quickly picked up the SMG and started firing at the duo, forcing them to quickly take cover.
"Jesse, he's your friend!" Cole snarled, readying his pistol and machine pistol. "Do something!"
"Seb, ease off, partner!" McCree yelled. "Don't ya remember me!?"
Sebastian, however, showed no emotion and no sign of letting up his assault.
"It's me; Jesse McCree, remember?!" McCree yelled again. "We were friends!"
"…I remember." Sebastian finally spoke, sounding apathetic. "I remember all the times we fought by each other's side."
"Then you should know that what yer doing is wrong!" McCree shot back. "Come to yer senses, pal! You don't have to do this!"
"…I know." Sebastian nodded. "Sadly, our current circumstance gives us no chance of parley. Hence, as your friend, I shall honor our friendship by shooting you in the head."
He kept firing, unaware of being in Brian's scope, as his crosshairs hovered over his head.
"Almost got it…" Brian mumbled to himself, as he was about to pull the trigger.
Unfortunately, Sebastian noticed and quickly readied his rifle, aiming up.
"Damn! It's now or never!" Brian cursed silently, and then…
Bang!
He fired, the bullet flew, going straight through the scope and into Sebastian's eye, sending him to the floor, writhing and screaming in pain.
"Got him!" Brian cheered, speaking through the earpiece. "He's all yours!"
"You hear that, Jesse?" Jet said through the earpiece. "Round up your friend and let's get out of here!"
"You got it!" McCree nodded, running towards the injured assassin's side, tying up his hands and feet, Sebastian struggling the entire time, screaming angrily.
"Don't struggle, partner." McCree shook his head, tying him up. "It'll only get worse for ya if you keep up."
Meanwhile, Brian was about to slide back down the spire, but as soon as he was about to, a large gunship appeared from nowhere, likely hiding with optic camouflage, as Brian turned his head, his eyes wide with shock.
"SPECTRE!"
Brian immediately started sliding down the spire, as the gunship started firing its gatling guns. As soon as Brian hit the floor, he made a mad dash to the floor beneath, desperately getting behind cover.
The building shook, startling the agents down below, as Jet walked in through the door.
"What was that?!" D. Va yelped, as McCree and Cole walked in, Sebastian tied up and over McCree's shoulder.
"Brian must've encountered some resistance, upstairs!" Jet said. "We need to go help him!"
The team went upstairs, while McCree stayed behind, to see Brian behind cover, as the Talon gunship was shooting at him, before it turned its guns to the team, forcing them to get behind cover themselves.
"You Overwatch dogs think you can fuck with Talon!" The gunship pilot shouted through the ship's loudspeaker. "This ends now!"
After that statement, the gunship fired rockets, some of them hitting Reinhardt's shield, one of them, however, struck Brian's cover spot, sending him flying into a wall, knocking him unconscious.
"BRIAN!" Ana screamed, shocked, rushing to Brian's side and dragging his unconscious body into cover, as the gunship continued with its assault.
"A new plan would be great, Jet!" Cole said, readying his pistols.
"One more that might work." Jet nodded. "Reinhardt, you keep your shield up! Cole, can your EMB disable that gunship?"
"No, but it can disable its guns and shields for a few seconds!" Cole nodded.
"Good." Jet smirked. "Stay behind Reinhardt until you get close enough to launch the blast." He looked towards Ana. "Once the shields are down, Ana, you take the shot!"
"Gladly." Ana nodded, taking up Brian's sniper rifle.
The plan was set in motion. Reinhardt kept his shield up, as Cole got behind him, and Ana readied Brian's sniper rifle. Once the duo was close enough, Cole jumped up and unleashed his EMB blast, disabling the guns and the shields. With a few seconds to take the shot, as she steadied the rifle, the crosshairs hovering over the pilots head, her finger slightly squeezing the trigger, then…
Bang!
The bullet flew, smashing through the windshield and into the pilots head, killing him instantly and sent the gunship spinning out of control, and it crashed to the ground into a burning explosion.
With the gunship taken care of, the team rushed over to Brian, who woke up with a gasp, as Ana looked him over.
"Brian!" She gasped, relieved, as she took his helmet off and grasped his hand. "It's over, طفلي. You are safe now."
"Tracer, hurry up with the airship!" Jet said into the earpiece.
"I'm on my way, love!" Tracer responded.
The team waited patiently, as the airship finally arrived, landing on the roof, allowing the agents to get on board, with both their newest member and prisoner in tow, Pharah carrying Brian, bridal style.
As the airship took off, the other agents took note of Sebastian, placed in the corner, his legs crossed and a deadly scowl on his face.
"Why is he here?" Ana demanded.
"He might have some useful info on him." McCree declared. "Figured he might be useful."
"We don't need a murderer in our midst!" Pharah protested angrily. "He tried to kill us!"
"Not at his own will!" McCree shot back. "Seb would never work for Talon willingly! Somethin' ain't right about it!"
"You mean Talon may have done something to him?" Cole asked.
"That's gotta be it." McCree declared. "There's no way he'd betray us!"
"If you're sure, I'm certain Winston will figure something out." Jet assured him, patting McCree's shoulder. "Until that's settled, Sebastian will be put in lockup."
Everyone agreed to leave the matter be until Sebastian's fate has been decided, but Pharah didn't seem satisfied. However, she decided to keep her thoughts to herself for now. During the flight, Brian stirred from his unconscious slumber.
"What happened?" He groaned, clutching his head.
"Brian, thank goodness you're awake!" Ana smiled, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "How do you feel?"
"A bit dazed, but I'm alright." Brian nodded, returning the hug. "I really do appreciate for you guys rescuing me."
"Thank Jet for his planning." Ana chuckled. "If not for him, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"I guess I should." Brian nodded but clamped up as soon as Pharah joined the conversation.
"How is he feeling, mother?" She asked.
"He's doing well." Ana nodded, turning to Brian, who was red in the face. "She saved your life as well, Brian. If not for her, your head would've had a new hole in it."
"R-right." Brian stuttered, nervously. "Th-thanks for s-saving me b-back there."
"No problem." Pharah smiled, blushing a bit herself.
Ana looked from Pharah to Brian, then had a sly smirk on her face.
'How interesting.' She thought to herself.
As the airship left Egypt's airspace, however, a cloaked figure in a black mask looked on, as the airship faded in the distance.
Back on the airship, Tracer was at the controls, while Jet sat beside her, looking out the window.
"Someday we had, eh love?" She asked.
"You can say that." Jet shrugged. "Talon has been causing all sorts of trouble for people."
"They just don't seem to know right from wrong." Tracer sighed. "Experimenting on kids, kidnapping innocent civilians. There's no line that Talon wouldn't cross."
"So it seems." Jet nodded, sadly. "For what, I'm not sure." His face then turned stern. "But one thing is certain; those bastards will pay for their crimes."
Suddenly, his communicator went off, and he pulled it out and flipped it open, Mercy's face appearing on the screen.
"What's up, Angela?" Jet asked. "We just left Egypt's airspace."
"Just wanted to let you know about the condition of our guest." Mercy declared. "Thought you'd want to speak with him, once you return to base."
"Suppose I should." Jet nodded. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Of course." Mercy responded.
After a while, the airship made it back to the underground base, McCree taking Sebastian to the cells, the rest of the team went about their own duties, while Jet made his way down to the infirmary. Going down the halls, he arrived at the door, seeing Brigitte standing outside the door.
"Welcome back, Jet!" Brigitte smiled. "How was the mission?"
"Successful." Jet responded. "Anyways, how's our friend?"
"He's awake," Brigitte said. "And healthy too."
"Good to know." Jet nodded. "So, what do you think of him?"
"He's…interesting, to say the least," Brigitte admitted, blushing a bit. "He's certainly interesting to look at too."
"I see." Jet mused, before thinking to himself. 'Old Torbjörn might tease her about it later.'
"So, you ready to head in?" Brigitte asked, stepping aside.
"Of course." Jet nodded, pushing those thoughts aside. "Let's go see our friend."
The two entered the room, seeing Mercy typing a few keys into a nearby console, while Sean sat on the bed, looking out the window.
Mercy looked up from her console and gave Jet a friendly smile.
"Welcome back, Jet." She greeted. "How was Egypt?"
"Hotter than Hades, when Persephone died." Jet shrugged. "How's our friend holding up?"
"He's been fed and given water." Mercy declared. "So far, he's fine."
Jet nodded, then looked towards Sean, who was still looking out the window, then approached him, standing next to the bed.
"Nice view, huh?" Jet asked, gaining Sean's attention.
Sean simply looked at him, his expression blank.
"I don't understand." He spoke, his voice no longer scratchy, but soft. "How is there a view, if we're supposed to be underground?"
"Parts of the base were built in the side of a cliff." Jet explained. "I noticed that from my exploration of the base from when we first arrived. Like the underground helipad, the infirmary has a view of the outside."
"Interesting." Sean nodded, looking outside.
"Do you know where you are, exactly?" Jet asked.
"No," Sean answered plainly. "I know we are underground, but that's it. And not with Talon, no less."
"That's right." Jet nodded. "You're in Overwatch's care, in an underground base in Switzerland, underneath the ruined Swiss base."
"I see." Sean mused, then turned his head to Jet. "What will you do with me then?"
"My first thought was to send you home." Jet explained. "But seeing as we have no idea who your parents are, or were, you're basically a ghost. No origin, no relatives, nothing to work on." He then sighed. "All we have is your name. Sean, right? Do you remember anything?"
"No." Sean shook his head. "Talon erased my memory in an attempt to turn me into a weapon."
"I see." Jet nodded. "Do you know why?"
"I heard a bit here and there," Sean said. "They said something about creating weapons that strike fear into the hearts of their enemies."
"This is unbelievable!" Mercy snarled. "How can they be so heartless?!"
Jet was in his thoughts, thinking, then looked at the rings around Sean's wrists.
"What about those rings?" Jet asked. "What's their purpose?"
"He says that they're for 'suppressing his power output'." Mercy explained.
"His power output?" Jet repeated, a bit taken aback. "What sort of powers are we talking about?"
"It's a bit hard to explain." Mercy admitted, holding up a clipboard. "According to the documents you retrieved from the base, he's been given enhanced strength and speed, allowing him to be stronger than Reinhardt and Winston combined and faster than Tracer, maybe faster than a fighter jet. Basically, running at hyper speeds. He's also capable of using an unstable energy type, dubbed 'Chaos Energy'. There's not much on the subject of this energy, but it's supposed to be extremely powerful. Supposedly, it can allow Sean to create energy weapons, teleport, levitate, create protective barriers, and even the ability to distort time and space to a slight degree!"
"He can do that?" Jet asked, raising an eyebrow.
"It is as she says." Sean nodded. "I've used this ability during many training sessions."
"I see." Jet mused before an idea popped in his head. "How about this, Sean; why don't you join Overwatch?"
"Join Overwatch?" Sean repeated.
"To be honest, it doesn't look like you have a place to go." Jet explained. "And even if you did, Talon would hunt you down and capture you again. But if you want no part in this war, I understand. You'll be given free room and board until we've dealt with Talon."
Sean seemed deep in thought, as he stared out the window.
"The war…" He repeated. "Talon won't stop until they have what they want…"
"I'm afraid so." Jet nodded, sadly.
Sean thought a bit more, before turning to Jet, with a look of determination on his face.
"Talon must be stopped." He declared sternly. "I will fight for you."
"I'm happy to hear that." Jet smiled, nodding. "We'll begin your training tomorrow, to see what you can do."
"I'm also glad to hear that." Brigitte declared with a smile and a bit of blush. "Maybe, along the way, we can help you regain your memory as well."
"I would greatly appreciate that." Sean nodded, then smiled. "Thank you."
"I should be thanking you." Jet remarked. "We need all the help we can get."
Jet left the room, then decided to head down to the shooting range, seeing Brian and McCree, seeing them shoot at shooting dummies.
"Hey, guys." Jet declared, gaining the attention of the two. "How are things?"
"Going well." McCree smiled, putting out his cigar. "Just a bit of target practice."
"What about you, Brian?" Jet asked, looking towards Brian. "How're your injuries?"
"Nothing major." Brian shrugged, gripping his sniper rifle. "I've had worse injuries during my first days in Overwatch."
"Good to know you're as tough as nails." Jet joked. "Anyways, it's good to have Ana's former student among us again."
"It's good to be back, Jet." Brian nodded. "Especially after all the crap that's been going on lately."
"I couldn't agree more, partner." McCree nodded. "Looking forward to showing Talon a thing or two."
"Glad to hear it." Jet nodded. "Now I suggest you two get some sleep. We've got another big day ahead of us."
The two nodded, as Jet left, McCree went back to shooting at the targets, but Brian had something on his mind.
"Jesse, can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Sure. What's up?" McCree said.
"How do you talk to girls?" Brian asked, gaining a raised eyebrow from McCree. "Without stuttering, I mean."
"Seriously?" McCree questioned, before gasping in realization. "Oh, I get it? You had that problem since you were young, right?"
"I never knew my mother," Brian admitted. "Ever since then, I've always had trouble talking to girls."
"You never had trouble talking to Ana." McCree pointed out.
"Because she's my superior." Brian countered. "That and she's been like a mother for me for the longest time."
"I think I get where you're comin' from." McCree nodded, before smirking. "You've got a crush on Farreha, don't ya?"
"N-not true!" Brian stuttered, shocked.
"The blush on yer face tells a different story." McCree teased.
"Maybe a little bit," Brian admitted. "But I don't know how to talk to her without stuttering like a shy schoolboy."
"Just try spendin' time with her," McCree suggested. "Be it going on missions or just hangin' out, you'll be more comfortable around her, like with Ana."
"That could work, maybe." Brian mused, then smiled. "Thanks, Jesse."
"Anytime, partner." McCree smiled. "Also, be sure to wear a condom, before you two get busy."
"I had a feeling you were going to say that." Brian sighed, as he left the shooting range.
Meanwhile…
Back in Germany, at the Talon base, the Talon troops were scrambling to put things back in order, as the Talon commander was yelling out orders.
"Hurry it up, you useless idiots!" He shouted. "We need to get things back in order before she shows up!"
"Before who shows up?"
He felt his blood go cold, as he turned and saw Moira O'Deorain, standing atop some rubble, and not looking happy at all.
"D-doctor Moira." The commander stuttered, unsure what to say. "Y-you're here early! I thought you were still in the m-meeting."
"It wrapped up early." Moira shrugged, stepping off the rubble, approaching menacingly. "Now, what happened here?"
"The base was compromised, ma'am!" The commander explained, nervous. "It all happened so fast! The guys from Overwatch-"
Suddenly, Moira grabbed him by the neck with her right hand, hoisting him in the air.
"I do not care about those Overwatch wolves!" She growled. "What happened to the test subject?!"
"I'm trying to tell you!" The commander choked out, struggling in her grasp. "Those guys snuck in and surprised us! They made off with the test subject and-"
He started choking, as Moira started to tighten her grip, her fingers squeezing around his neck.
"I gave you one simple task." She seethed. "And you couldn't. Even. Do that."
"Please…" The commander begged. "Have mercy."
A purple beam emitted from her right hand, draining him of his life, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body went limp.
"Never heard of it." Moira scoffed, tossing the body aside, then turned to address the remaining soldiers. "As for the rest of you; tear this place apart. Leave no traces."
The remaining Talon soldiers nervously complied, scrambling to tear down the base and burning any remnants of parchment.
"First taken by Talon, now taken by Overwatch." Moira growled. "Mark my words, wolves, I will take my prodigy back."
Finally, the wait is over! I apologize deeply for the huge wait, I've been procrastinating a bit, but I'm been busy with personal life stuff too! Anyways, many thanks to 334-Tr3v3ly4n for his OC's Brian Buenaventura and Sebastian Cross, I really hope I did your characters justice in this chapter! Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Be sure to review!