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Now, enough of the wait, onward with the story!
Overwatch: The Samurai
Chapter Seven: Meet the Crew Part Three: The Chaos Conduit
Things were heated, figuratively speaking, after the mission in Egypt. Jack Morrison, who had been masquerading as Soldier 76 for the longest time, had to explain himself to the newly reforming Overwatch. Some understood his reasons, others, like McCree, were still upset with him, but they promised to try to bury the hatchet, but it would be a long time before Jack earns their trust again. Thankfully, things cooled down quickly.
A few days, after the Egypt mission, today was just another busy day. The agents got up in the morning, ate breakfast and began their daily routines. More veterans rejoined, while more agents answered the recall. Aleksandra Zaryanova, sometimes called Zarya, was the next to answer the call, for she respected Overwatch greatly, followed by Satya Vaswani, codename Symmetra, who was interested in helping Overwatch restore order. The next was Efi Oladele, a young genius from Numbani, along with her OR15 robot, one that she named Orisa, for she admired Overwatch and wanted to protect not only Numbani, but the whole world as well. Next up was Lucio, an international DJ celebrity and freedom fighter from Brazil, who Jet instantly got along well with, and also had dreams of social change and looking forward to the future, his music and positive attitude improving staff moral to some extent. To most of the agents, it was just another day.
Today, however, was a different day…
Jet left his office, heading down the hall to the armory, seeing Torbjörn, Symmetra and Brigitte waiting outside a changing room.
"Hey, guys." He greeted, gaining the three's attention. "How's our newest recruit fitting?"
"Pretty good, actually." Brigitte smiled, pointing towards the changing room door. "He's getting changed right now."
"I'm sure the outfit'll fit the lad just fine!" Torbjörn declared. "He seemed rather pleased with the design!"
"Design means nothing if he doesn't approve of the outfit itself." Symmetra scolded. "It must fit right, feel comfortable, and suit the wearer's personality."
The changing room's door clicked and the three looked as the door opened. Stepping out was Sean, who looked healthier, his scars and bruises having healed up, his hair was combed back and he looked much cleaner. He was wearing a white and blue, with a hint of black, mission jumpsuit, wearing a pair of white gloves with blue cuffs and black tongues and the suit had the Overwatch symbol on the back. He was also wearing a pair of shoes that had matching colors of the gloves.
"Well, look at you, kid." Jet smirked, admiring Sean's outfit. "You look great!"
"…It's okay, I guess." Sean shrugged, nonchalantly. "I prefer black though."
"It looks good on you, laddie!" Brigitte smiled. "But if you want, we can always get you a black suit."
"…Perhaps." Sean shrugged. "Still, I suppose this color will do. Its colors represent Overwatch, where black represent Talon, in some part. I will try to make this color my signature color."
"Well, you'll adjust, I'm sure of it." Jet nodded. "Now, once you're ready, head to the training course, so we can see what you can do."
Sean nodded, as Jet and the others left the room. As they walked down the halls, Symmetra was the first to speak.
"What sort of abilities do you think he has?" She asked.
"You'll see when we get to the course." Jet declared simply.
They arrived at the training course, where the other agents were waiting, some of them seated at the bleachers, others stood and conversed. Then everyone looked as Sean exited onto the field, in his Overwatch jumpsuit and his expression blank.
"So, that's the lad I heard about." Reinhardt mused, gazing at Sean. "To be honest, he doesn't look like much."
"Don't let his appearance trick you, old timer." McCree told the old knight. "Talon engineered him to be the ultimate weapon. He's supposed to be super powerful."
Pharah simply gazed at the young man unsure of what to think of him.
"Given the correct guidance, he would make a valuable asset to our cause." Symmetra added, taking a seat on the bleachers.
"Let's just see what he's made of." Jack stated, his arms crossed. "Then we'll decide if he has a place among us or not."
Everyone watched as Sean stretched his limbs, then he approached Jet, his expression still blank.
"I am ready." He nodded with confidence.
"Good to hear." Jet smiled, gesturing toward the training bots. "Begin."
Sean walked toward the running course, wanting to start with the basics. The stopwatch started, and in a burst of speed, Sean sprinted, running, or rather skating, around the track, before arriving back at the start, sooner than when the stopwatch had started.
"He's fast." Mercy gaped. "Faster than anything I've seen before. As soon as the stopwatch started, he was right back at the beginning. As if he never moved."
"Probably fast enough to give Genji and Tracer a run fer their money." McCree chuckled, earning him a glare from Tracer.
Sean then moved over to the weights, a bar attached to two mock versions of monster trucks. His hands on the bar, he lifted the trucks over his head, almost with no effort.
"He's almost as strong as Reinhardt and Winston." Cole looked in awe. "He lifted those trucks with almost no effort!"
"That is soooo cool!" Hana squealed silently.
Sean then moved on to a tall wall, and took a running start. Once he got close, he jumped, reaching up half way, then in another burst, he was boosted in midair, going over the wall. While Sean was in the air, everyone took note of the small 'jets' on the bottom of his shoes. On the bottom of each shoe, there were five of them, an orange-yellow line, three up front and two on the heel. Halfway to the ground, the 'jets' started producing rocket exhaust, allowing Sean to hover to the ground.
"Impressed?" Torbjörn smirked, proudly. "Me and Satya call 'em 'Air Shoes'. They allow the lad to hover and even boost his speed a bit. They even allow him to 'double jump', while in midair."
Satisfied with the basics, Sean moved over to the training bots. Raising his hand, six spear-shaped energy bolts appeared beside him. With a wave of his hand, Sean sent the projectiles towards the first bot, destroying it upon impact.
"Main weapon, Chaos Spears." Sean spoke, deciding it was his turn to speak. "Spear-shaped projectiles composed of energy."
Facing the next three bots, Sean then glowed a slight blue color, then everything turned grey, except for Sean, who advanced on the bots, swiftly delivering a side kick to the first one, a double handed hammer fist to the second one, and a reverse roundhouse kick to the last one. Once that was done, everything returned to normal, and everyone was quite surprised, to see the three training bots destroyed.
"What just happened?" Sarge asked, awestruck.
"First ability, Chaos Control." Sean declared. "Allows me to manipulate time and space to a slight degree, allowing me to teleport and stop time. This ability also allows me to utilize a variety of offensive maneuvers. Its duration lasts ten seconds."
He moved on to the next five training bots, as they surrounded him, slowly closing in. As the bots got closer, Sean braced himself, and a red aura began emanating from his body. Gathering enough, Sean released a powerful shockwave that blew the bots to bits within its radius.
"Second ability, Chaos Blast." Sean declared, the red aura dying down. "A powerful shockwave that basically decimates all within its radius. Its radius increases according to the amount of energy I build up."
He moved on to the hallway with the bots that shoot energy blasts and simply waited. The bot came to life and let loose a flurry of blasts. With a burst of energy, Sean conjured a green barrier around his body, deflecting the blasts.
"Third ability, Chaos Barrier." Sean declared, the barrier fading away. "I can create an energy barrier that deflects enemy fire, be it lasers, bullets or plasma blasts. Duration lasts for ten seconds."
Finally, Sean removed his bracelets, as his body began pulsating violently with multiple different colored auras; green blue, red, yellow, and finally settling on purple. With great speed, he rushed toward the bot and punched the bot with explosive force, instantly destroying it in explosive fashion.
"Ultimate ability, Chaos Release." Sean declared, putting his bracelets back on. "By removing my inhibiter bracelets, I remove the restrictions of my power output and unleash my true power. Unfortunately, this method leaves me exhausted, so I limit its duration to ten seconds, before taking a solid minute to cool down."
The rest of the Overwatch agents were astonished, unsure of how to react to such a performance. As Sean approached the seated agents, he simply gave a blank expression to Jet.
"Satisfied?" He simply asked.
"I suppose we are." Jet said. "But your power is…unique, to say the least. And the data on this 'chaos energy' is almost nonexistent, only that you can manipulate it, to some degree."
"That is correct." Sean nodded. "Now that my performance is complete, shall I be given a codename, like everyone else?"
"I don't see why not." Jet shrugged. "What would you like us to call you, while on missions?"
Sean thought for a moment, then came to a suggestion.
"Perhaps 'Shadow' will do." He said. "It mostly reflects my personality and, to some extent, my powers."
"Then it's settled!" Jet smiled, his hands on his hips. "From now on, you're codename will be 'Shadow'."
"Then I will do my best to meet your expectations." Sean nodded, smiling. "If that's all, I shall be dismissed until you need me."
"Of course." Jet nodded, turning to Brigitte. "Brigitte, why don't you show him to his room?"
"Certainly!" Brigitte nodded, turning to Sean. "Follow me, laddie."
After the two left, Jet turned to the other agents.
"So, what do you guys think?" He asked.
"His abilities are quite unique, to say the least." Satya admitted. "The energy he manipulates is certainly on a different level."
"Are you kidding? Those powers were amazing!" Lucio spoke up, excited. "The way he ran around that track and back was like he never moved!"
"Still, his personality is kinda…blank." Cole frowned. "You'd think that being given a spot in Overwatch, he'd be a bit more…happy?"
"He's been held captive by Talon for God knows how long!" Hana frowned at him. "He's not gonna jump for joy, just because we offer it to him!"
"Hana's right, kid." Jack stated. "He's not gonna be happy unless we achieve results."
"I'm not saying that he should be happy, that's not the case!" Cole defended. "I'm saying that he should show some sort of emotion. I mean, when we first brought him in, he's been blank the entire time. Heck, he barely even smiled!"
"The lad's got a point." Torbjörn nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I like the lad. Hell, I'd treat him like me own son! But would it kill him to show some emotion?"
"He just needs time to adjust is all." Angela declared. "Remember, he just arrived. To him, we're only strangers. We need to earn his trust."
"Angela's right." Fareeha agreed. "We should do our best to not only make him feel welcome, but as a part of the family as well."
"I like the way you think, Fareeha." Winston smiled. "To be honest, I was afraid you would think otherwise."
"I'm not a monster, Winston." Fareeha huffed. "I don't trust him, but I'd rather him be on our side than be our enemy."
"I suppose that's fair." Winston nodded. "However, I believe he will make a fine addition to our team."
Meanwhile…
Sean and Brigitte were walking down a hallway in silence. Brigitte looked over at Sean, who was looking at his hand, a bit of uncertainty on his face.
"Does it bother you?" She asked, breaking the silence. "Having all that power, I mean?"
"I'll be honest, it does." Sean admitted. "All this power…sometimes, I fear myself."
"What about your time in Talon's captivity?" Brigitte asked. "I'm not sure if I should ask, but…how did they treat you?"
"Like garbage." Sean frowned. "They treated me like a wild animal, rarely feeding me and beat me, every time I failed to meet their impossible expectations. There was verbal abuse as well. They called me terrible names, that I was but a tool for them."
"Well, you don't have to worry about them anymore, laddie." Brigitte assured, putting a hand on Sean's shoulder. "Talon won't hurt you anymore. Overwatch will make sure of that."
"I appreciate that." Sean smiled back.
The two pressed on, until they reached a door at the end of the hall.
"This will be your room." Brigitte declared, opening the door.
Inside wasn't much to get excited about. Yes, it was large and spacious, but had simple furniture, a bed and a desk and a closet and a window. However, it was still a mess, with several books littered about the floor, the furniture was covered in dusty blankets.
"It certainly is big." Sean admitted, looking around his dusty room.
"We've been meaning to clean this room, as with the others." Brigitte sighed. "Keeping it nice and tidy is up to you. Anyways, I'll leave you to rest up."
And with that, Brigitte left, leaving Sean to his own devices.
Meanwhile…
After the demonstration given by Sean, Brian walked down the halls, arriving at the firing range, seeing Fareeha, firing away at some of the training bots. Brian breathed in, then exhaled, then bravely made his way over to her, wearing his best brave face.
"Heya, Fareeha!" He grinned, doing his best to not stutter.
Fareeha looked over to him, then gave a friendly smile.
"Hello, Brian." She said. "How are you today?"
"Doing well, yeah." Brian nodded. "You uh, target practicing?"
"Oh yeah." Fareeha nodded. "Just trying to keep my aim sharp."
"You don't mind if I join you, do you?" Brian asked, picking up his sniper rifle. "Maybe show you a thing or two?"
"Certainly." Fareeha nodded with a smile. "I wouldn't mind learning from someone who learned from my mother."
Determined, Brian aimed his rifle at the target dummies, then fired, each shot taking down a target, and continued to shoot down the targets one by one with precise and deadly accuracy and at such a quick pace too. This impressed Fareeha to some degree.
"Nice shooting, Brian." Fareeha complimented. "Now I see why mother said you may be better at shooting than she is."
"I wouldn't say that, exactly." Brian chuckled. "Sure, I'm good, but Ana's the best of the best! Even at my best, I could never match her skills."
"You never know. Someday, you may surpass her." Fareeha said, patting his shoulder.
"There's something else I want to ask you." Brian said, exhaling a bit of held air. "I was wondering if we could…hang out more often. Like this. Just you and me."
"Really?" Fareeha asked, smirking. "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind the company."
"Awesome!" Brian smiled.
"Wanna keep doing target practice?" Farreha asked. "I'd like to see more of what you've got."
"Sure." Brian nodded.
And the two went back to practicing their aim.
Meanwhile, in the prison section of the base, Sebastian sat alone in his cell, curled up in a corner, staring through the bars, his eyes devoid of any emotion. Eventually, McCree entered down the hall, holding a tray full of food, and he stopped in front of his cell.
"Brought ya some food, Seb." He said, sliding the tray of food through the slot of the cell. "Yer probably hungry."
Sebastian didn't say a word, still curled up in the corner.
"Well, s'pose I'll let ya eat in peace then." Jesse sighed, then turned to leave, but turned his head back to his former friend. "Regardless of what the others think, I'm glad yer in our care, not in Talons claws."
After Jesse left, Sebastian slowly looked up to the tray. Slowly getting to his feet, he picked up the tray and placed it on a small nearby table. Looking at the food, he gripped the side of his head, feeling a slight migraine coming up.
"J-Jesse…" He stuttered, before deciding to wolf down the food.
In a different part of the base, Cole was working in the garage, working on one of the transport vehicles. Finishing up, he pulled himself out from under the vehicle, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"That's the last one." He sighed, setting his wrench on a nearby desk.
"Hey, Cole!"
He felt his heart skip a beat, as he turned to see Hana enter the garage, wearing a pair of jeans, red shoes, a red tank top and her hair was put up in a ponytail with a pink tie.
"What's up, mechanic boy?" She asked cheerfully, a smile on her face.
"H-hey Hana." Cole stuttered, trying to keep his cool. "Just some stuff that keeps me busy."
"Fixing up old cars, huh?" Hana remarked, taking a look at the newly placed engine. "Whoa, nice headers. You've got a high-rise double-pump carburetor. That's pretty impressive."
"Really?" Cole said, raising a brow. "I'm surprised you know about that."
"My dad's a real grease monkey." Hana declared. "He's amazing with cars, trucks, you name it. While I'm not much of a mechanic myself, I picked up a few simple tricks from him. You?"
"I was raised in an orphanage." Cole shrugged. "But I always had an interest in cars, and grew up with a strong interest in mechanics."
"Sounds just like you." Hana smiled. "Maybe sometime, you can take a look at my mech for any problems."
"Name a time and place, and it'll be my pleasure." Cole smiled.
Meanwhile, in the kitchens, Torbjörn and Mercy were preparing meals for lunch.
"So, what do ya think of the new lad, Angie?" Torbjörn asked. "With all his powers and whatnot?"
"His powers certainly are on a whole different level." Mercy declared. "Talon must have made some sort of new discovery to have given him such extraordinary powers."
"That don't make what they did to the kid right." Torbjörn frowned. "I can only imagine how much pain the kid was in, being their prisoner."
"I just hope he adjusts soon." Mercy sighed. "No one deserves to have their life robbed like he did."
"Agreed." Torbjörn nodded. "The lad could also use a friend or two. Someone to help him down the right path."
"He seems to be getting along well with Brigitte." Mercy smiled. "And she seems interested in befriending him."
"Ye don't say?" Torbjörn mused, smirking. "Well, I do hope they get along well."
Suddenly, Sarge entered the room, the two looking towards him. Sarge looked towards Torbjörn for a moment, not even making an expression, then just turned and walked out of the room before Mercy could ask what he wanted.
"Well, that was weird." Mercy remarked. "I wonder what Sarge wanted."
"I'm not sure." Torbjörn sighed, sadly. "Nowadays, I don't know what he wants anymore."
The two continued their kitchen work in silence.
In another part of the base, Satya was in the lab with Winston, helping him work on his shield projection device.
"I sincerely appreciate your help with this, Satya." Winston smiled. "I've never been able to get this cursed device to work without blowing up in my face!"
"Anytime, Winston." Satya nodded. "I'm always here to lend a helping hand."
"Well, in that case," Winston grinned, walking over to his workbench. "Perhaps you can help me out with another project of mine."
"Of course." Satya nodded. "Name it and I will do my best to assist."
"Well, it's a difficult matter." Winston explained, leading Satya over. "I've been trying to figure out a cure for Lena, but had no success."
"I think I understand where you're coming from." Satya mused. "I'm sure Mrs Oxton would greatly appreciate that."
"Jet would certainly appreciate that as well." Winston chuckled. "Something about being able to hug her without a chunk of metal pressed against his chest."
"Perhaps then we should ask Mrs Ziegler for her assistance as well." Satya suggested. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind lending a helping hand."
"I'm sure she wouldn't." Winston smiled.
In another part of the base, in the auditorium, Lucio was setting up a surround sound system, while Bastion looked on, watching him work.
"Almost done." Lucio spoke out loud, setting up the last of the surround sound system. "Perfect!"
Just as he finished, Efi and Orisa entered the auditorium.
"Hello, Lucio." Efi greeted. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, heya, Efi." Lucio smiled. "Just setting up the surround sound system. Figured we could use some music, for when we have a big celebration coming up. That and people will need to hear the leader speaking when he's up on stage."
"Sounds like a great idea!" Efi agreed. "Do you need any help?"
"Nah, I just finished up." Lucio rejected, before turning to her. "Maybe you can help me do a sound check?"
"Sounds great!" Efi smiled, as the two moved over to the sound system board.
"Alright," Lucio smiled, flipping a few switches and passed the microphone to Efi. "Give it a try!"
Taking the mic, Efi tapped the head a few times, then spoke into it.
"Testing."
Her voice projected through the speakers around the auditorium, loud and clear.
"This is great, Lucio!" Efi smiled. "Not only will we have music, now people will hear the person speaking!"
Bastion and Orisa clapped happily.
"Yeah, well, the person speaking needs to be heard!" Lucio declared. "Especially if the person speaking is the leader!"
"I've heard some things about Mr Jet Lightning, actually." Efi remarked. "I heard he was handpicked by Jack Morison himself."
"That's right." Lucio nodded. "I've known him back in Brazil. We were tight as kids!" He frowned. "But after a few years of growin' up, we kinda drifted apart and I haven't heard from him since."
"That's sad." Efi nodded sadly.
"But when I heard Jack had recruited a guy with mad sword skills, I had a feeling it would be someone like Genji." Lucio explained. "But then I saw Jet and I was too stoked to see him again! Although he didn't quite remember me, at first, we rekindled our friendship!"
"That must've been great!" Efi smiled.
"Yeah, but things went downhill, after his clan was destroyed." Lucio frowned. "It only got worse, after Overwatch collapsed. He just vanished from the face of the Earth and I haven't heard from him since."
"That's terrible." Efi frowned. "That must have been rough."
"Yeah, it has." Lucio nodded, before smiling. "But now he's back. And the new leader of the reformed Overwatch, no less! I can't wait to see what he can do!"
"I can't wait either." Efi smiled.
After a bit, the two continued to calibrate the sound system, while Bastion and Orisa watched.
Meanwhile, Jack was checking on the weapons in the armory, as Ana walked in.
"Hello, Jack." She greeted.
"Hey, Ana." Jack grunted, setting down an assault rifle. "How're you and Fareeha?"
"It was rocky, at first." Ana admitted. "But we're working it out." She then frowned. "What about you and McCree?"
"I'm not sure." Jack sighed. "We talked it out earlier, after I explained everything to everyone, he and I had a chat alone."
"And how did that go?" Ana asked.
"To be honest, I'm not sure." Jack shrugged. "After all was said, he just said, and I quote, 'As long as ya help us take down Talon, that's all that matters to me'."
"You should try talking to him again." Ana suggested. "We can't have you two coming to blows later."
"I know that." Jack said. "But I doubt he would want to. I just need to give him some space and some time to think."
"I hope you know what you're doing, Jack." Ana frowned.
Just a few blocks down from the armory, Zarya and Reinhardt are both working out in the gym; Reinhardt lifting weights, while Zarya was on a nearby bench.
"So, itching to fight the good fight, Zarya?" Reinhardt asked. "It's about time Overwatch returned to the fight."
"I couldn't agree more, Wilhelm." Zarya grinned. "About time we put Talon in their place."
"Good to see you haven't lost your fighting spirit, my friend." Reinhardt smirked.
"Just can't wait to teach Talon the consequences of disturbing the peace." Zarya declared, getting up to walk over to the punching bag.
As she was about to start punching, Sarge walked into the room, going to the treadmill and began running on it.
"A strange choice of exercise for an Omnic, yes?" Reinhardt remarked. "Surely, Sarge, you would be better off helping Torbjörn in the weapons development?"
Sarge didn't respond, only continued to run on the treadmill.
"Guess he's not in the mood to talk." Reinhardt shrugged, before returning to lifting weights.
Zarya was giving Sarge a curious stare. Though she is distrustful of Omnics herself, Sarge made her curious. When she first came in, Jet told her that Sarge was the more eccentric Omnic, bursting with personality. But Zarya saw no personality, only blankness.
Shrugging, she merely proceeded to begin punching the punching bag.
Meanwhile, Jet and Tracer were walking down the halls.
"So, what do you think of Sean?" Jet asked.
"I think the lad'll fit in just fine here!" Tracer smiled, a skip in her step. "He seems okay, despite his blank personality."
"So you don't mind that he's from Talon?" Jet asked.
"He was their prisoner." Tracer corrected. "Poor lad never had a choice. Talon never gave him a choice. They just saw him as another tool to use for their evil ambitions." She then smiled. "But things are different, now that he's with us. This time, he's chosen to join us!"
"Yes, but I'm not sure how long that will last." Jet said. "Remember, though he does seem to accept our invitation, we're still just strangers to him. We'll have to earn his trust."
"Don't worry, love." Tracer smirked, walking backwards. "We'll be best pals in no time!"
"Which is why we're gonna check up on him." Jet nodded. "Try to make him more comfortable."
The two arrived at the door that leads to Sean's room. After they knocked, the door slid open and the two were surprised to see Sean standing in a much cleaner room. The shelves were much more neatly stacked with a few books, the desk was dusted and the bed was neatly made.
"Wow, Sean." Jet said in awe, looking towards Sean. "You cleaned this room by yourself?"
"Yep." Sean nodded. "It was messy so I decided to straighten it up a bit."
"Wow, look at it, Jetty!" Tracer beamed, brushing her hands against the clean floor. "The floor is so clean, I feel like sleeping on it!"
"I must say, you've really outdone yourself, Sean." Jet remarked. "Though it's only natural you'd want to keep your room clean." He turned to Sean. "Maybe you should head to bed for the day?"
"Yes, I think that would be best." Sean nodded. "I'm still quite exhausted from demonstrating my powers earlier."
"There's something else, actually." Jet said, digging into his pocket. "We wanted you to have this."
He placed an object in Sean's hand. Sean took a minute to take a look at it; it was a gold medal of the Overwatch symbol.
"It's a bit early to give you this after you just joined," Jet admitted. "But we want you to know that you're more than welcome among us. For better or for worse, you're a member of our family."
As Jet and Tracer turned to leave, Sean suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Thank you." He said, smiling for the first time. "I mean it. Thank you for this chance."
"Of course, my friend." Tracer smiled. "Only let us know if you ever need anything!"
"Go ahead and get some rest, kid." Jet suggested. "We have a new mission in the morning."
Jet and Tracer left, leaving Sean with a genuine smile on his face as he gazed at the medal.
Later…
In Numbani, outside a café, a young woman with rich mocha skin and dark hair tied in a ponytail, wearing a tan peacoat with black buttons, a striped black and white tie, black trousers, and black gloves, was sipping some coffee, as she watched the news broadcast.
"In recent news," The news anchorman declared. "We've received reports that Talon has suffered a blow from Overwatch during a scuffle in Egypt. Talon suffered heavy casualties at the hands of Overwatch, who were in Egypt at the time." The screen switched to a picture of the Overwatch and Talon forces fighting each other. "Overwatch emerged victorious, defeating the Talon forces. We can only hope that Overwatch can defeat this dastardly organization for good!"
The young woman looked up at the screen, her beautiful hazel eyes gazing at the slideshow pictures, thinking to herself.
"Overwatch, hmm?" She thought, rubbing a finger against her chin.
And that's the end of chapter seven! So sorry for the wait, I've been bust lately. Anyways, as I've already stated, Victor has made some good points in the review and I will do my best to improve on those points. By the way, I was originally gonna introduce two different characters in this story, but I didn't have time to do that, so I decided to mostly focus on Sean and what his powers are.
Also, Sean's name is pronounced Shawn, like Shawn Michaels, ya know? Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and be sure to review and let me know what you guys thought!