BTW, if you guys can guess which video game characters I'm referencing in this chapter, 10 points to Gryffindor.

Overwatch: The Samurai

Chapter Eight: Meet the Crew Part Four: The Tricksters Part One

The next morning, Sean woke up a tad bit earlier than everyone else. Stretching his limbs with a yawn, he rose from the bed and took a quick shower. Putting on his field outfit, Sean exited into the hallway, finding no one awake yet, then began his slow walk down the hall, hoping he was heading towards the cafeteria. He looked around a bit as he walked, seeing some of the doors that lead to some of the other agents' rooms. Walking down the halls, he carelessly ran right into Brigitte, who had also woken up before everyone else.

"Whoa there, laddie!" She chuckled. "Mind looking where you're going?"

"S-Sorry!" Sean choked out shyly, blushing.

"Decided to wake up early for breakfast, eh?" Brigitte asked, earning a nod from Sean. "Well, just thought I'd let you know that the cafeteria is…" She pointed a finger behind him. "That way," She then pointed a thumb behind her. "This way leads to the hanger."

Sean looked behind her and, lo and behold, there was the door that indeed leads to the hanger.

"Oh." That was all Sean could say, his face red from embarrassment. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, laddie." Brigitte chuckled, slapping him on the back. "Now, come! Let's see what Pa's cooking up!"

Sean nodded, then the two walked down the halls, then arrived at the cafeteria, where Mercy and Torbjörn were cooking in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Good-mornin', Pa!" Brigitte greeted with a smile.

"Mornin', Brigitte!" Torbjörn smiled, waving his claw. "Hope ya slept well!"

"Aye, now I'm looking forward to breakfast!" Brigitte declared.

"Well, I'm glad ta hear it!" Torbjörn smiled, before turning towards Sean. "What about you, lad?"

"He's hungry too, Pa!" Brigitte smirked. "So hungry, he ended up in the hanger instead of the cafeteria!"

Sean could only blush in embarrassment.

"Ah, don't let it get ta ya, lad." Torbjörn laughed. "In fact, when I first got here, I couldn't tell where I was going meself."

"Well, shall we get you two something to eat then?" Mercy asked, stirring a bowl of gravy.

Brigitte nodded, leading Sean to the counter, the two getting their perspective meals; Brigitte got a breakfast burrito with some gravy, while Sean simply got a cereal. The two sat at one of the tables, side by side.

"So, are you enjoying your stay so far?" Brigitte asked, biting into her burrito.

"It's okay, for the most part." Sean nodded, taking a few scoops of his cereal. "I still look forward to today's mission."

"You just joined the team and Jet already has you on a mission roster?" Brigitte snorted. "He must have high hopes for you!"

"It would appear so." Sean nodded once again. "I would be disappointed if he didn't, after my performance yesterday."

"Speaking of which, do you have any idea where Talon found that kind of energy?" Brigitte asked. "This 'Chaos Energy' sounds like something different. Any idea?"

Sean thought for a moment, taking in another scoop of his cereal.

"All I know is that it made me stronger." Sean shrugged. "Despite it being against my will, it gave me power. Power to destroy Talon."

"Nice to see your resolve hasn't faltered." Jet remarked, coming over to their table, with Cole following behind him.

"Nice to see you up, Sean," Cole remarked with a smile. "How do you feel, man?"

"I'm adjusting well enough." Sean shrugged. "I'm also ready for today's mission."

"Good to hear." Jet smiled. "I suggest you go prepare." He turned to Brigitte. "You too, Brig. Torb recommended you for the mission."

"Has he now?" Brigitte mused, before chuckling. "Well, I'll do my best to not disappoint."

"I have faith that both of you will perform swimmingly." Jet nodded. "Now, we'd best get going. Winston is expecting us."

Leaving the two to eat their breakfast in temporary peace, Jet and Cole went down the halls.

"Who else will be on the mission?" Cole asked.

"As far as I can tell, for now, Brigitte and Sean." Jet declared. "I was also thinking about adding Zarya, Pharah, Sarge, Brian and you on the mission roster."

"Me?" Cole did a double take. "Are you sure?"

"This next mission we're undertaking will be another Talon base." Jet explained. "There may be automated defenses. "Your EMP will do us wonders."

"Well, if you insist." Cole chuckled, before frowning. "But then there's Zarya and Sarge. Those two haven't started anything, but they're obviously a powder keg waiting to go off."

"I have faith that they'll get along." Jet assured. "Besides, from what Zarya told me, Sarge has been oddly quiet lately. Perhaps this next mission will help him back to his old eccentric self again."

"I think I understand." Cole nodded. "Let's hope those two won't try to kill each other."

In agreement, the two continued down the hall, before approaching the door that leads to Winston's office, though they could hear more than Winston's voice on the other side; one of them sounds a bit ecstatic in an Australian accent, and the other was just muffled grunts.

Cole and Jet looked to one another, both having a bad feeling about who Winston was talking to, then entered, and much to both of their shock, Winston was talking with the Junker duo of no one other than Roadhog and Junkrat.

"…And that covers the basics." Winston finished, sighing. "You will be given proper payment and protection, as long as you follow our rules. Understood?"

"Not a problem, mate!" Junkrat chuckled. "'Sides, this job already sounds like a piece of cake-"

As he turned around, he stopped, staring awkwardly at a very pissed off looking Cole and a very confused Jet.

"Oh…" Junkrat managed to get out nervously, scratching the back of his head. "This is awkward."

"Winston." Cole seethed. "Care to explain why these two criminals are here?!"

"Yeah, why are these two here?" Jet added, his hand on the handle of his sword. "Need I remind you that these two are wanted criminals?"

"Now, I know this is sudden for the both of you, but hear me out," Winston explained. "You see, this happened last night…"

Last night…

It was a dark night in New York City, as the two Junkers, Roadhog and Junkrat roamed the streets, trying their best to stay low, both wearing poor disguises consisting of trench coats, as the duo turned down an alley.

"Okay, so coast is clear right now." Junkrat sighed, the two tossing aside their trench coats. "Last time we ever take a job from anyone wearin' a suit!"

Roadhog simply grunted in agreement.

"Man, but where's we gonna get a contract at this time'a night?!" Junkrat groaned exasperatedly. "These jobs aren't 'sactly easy ta come by!"

"Well, ain't that a shame fer you, partner."

Junkrat jumped a little, while Roadhog barely moved, and the two turned to see Jesse McCree leaning against the wall, cigar in his mouth, and Reinhardt next to him, arms crossed.

"Ah, shit." Junkrat groaned, pulling out his Frag Launcher. "I 'ad a feelin' we'd run into these Overwatch blokes sooner or later!"

He fired a frag grenade at the Overwatch duo, only for Reinhardt to catch and threw high in the air, as it exploded high in the sky.

"Uh oh." Junkrat gulped nervously, stepping back a bit.

"Enough!"

The lot of them stopped in their tracks, looking towards the end of the alley, as Winston approached from the shadows.

"Look mate, we ain't done nothin'!" Junkrat made to protest.

"Actually, we're here for an entirely different reason." Winston revealed.

Junkrat and Roadhog looked at each other, then back to Winston.

"Whachu mean, mate?" Junkrat asked.

"As you've heard, Overwatch is reforming." Winston declared. "We're recruiting the best of the best to take down Talon."

"Oi, we've heard of those blokes, too!" Junkrat interjected, looking up at Roadhog. "Ain't they them blokes in black, Roadie? The guys you mentioned?"

Roadhog nodded, grunting.

"So you are familiar with them?" Winston mused. "I take it they're not friends of yours?"

"Oh, hell no, mate!" Junkrat growled. "Them blokes been tryin' to off me an' Roadie here for quite a while!"

"Then you won't mind joining Overwatch?" Winston asked. "We share a common enemy. It would make sense to join forces. And we could use your expertise."

"Eh, I dunno." Junkrat frowned. "We've been tryin' to avoid takin' sides for a while, ya know?"

"What if we offer protection?" Winston asked. "Throw in some proper payment to keep you both happy?"

Junkrat immediately perked up, quickly looking up and Roadhog, who gave an approving nod, then Junkrat looked back at Winston, a mad grin on his face.

"We're listenin'…"

Present…

"And that sums it up." Winston finished.

Cole looked at Jet, who seemed to be considering this situation, then he looked back at Winston.

"Dude, you're not seriously considering recruiting these criminal whackjobs!" He said, outraged. "Need I remind you that they tried to burn down an orphanage?! An ORPHANAGE! With kids still inside!"

"Now look, mate, that was a major misunderstanding!" Junkrat protested, holding his hands up. "See, we didn't know it was an orphanage, let alone filled with kids." He looked up at his bodyguard. "Right, Roadie?"

Roadhog simply nodded.

"What about when Jet first saw you?!" Cole demanded. "Your pal was in Talons company!"

"Yet another misunderstanding, mate." Junkrat assured. "Roadie here was just out for a walk, when he saw those thugs tryin' to grab the kid. Figured he try to help, then…" He then gestured to Jet. "This bloke came in and killed the bastards and called Roadie mean names!"

"He called me 'tubby'." Roadhog growled, no doubt glaring at Jet.

"Heh heh, sorry about that, big guy." Jet chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Heat of the moment."

"'Gardless of the circumstances, we're joinin'!" Junkrat smirked.

"Like hell you are!" Cole growled, reaching for his pistol. "There ain't no way I'm-"

"Enough!" Jet roared, getting in between them. "Cole, now is not the time!"

"These guys are criminals!" Cole yelled. "They deserve to be put behind bars, not given a spot among heroes!"

"Sure, they've done some bad stuff," Jet admitted. "But that doesn't mean that they're not redeemable. Besides, wouldn't it be better to have them as allies, rather than enemies?"

"Well…" Cole began, unsure on what to say, then sighed. "I would…"

"I know it's hard," Jet said, putting a hand on Cole's shoulder. "To come to terms with your conditions. But if you let your emotions control you, you'll never judge anything correctly. Take it from me; I had to come to terms that, no matter how many people I kill, my clan is gone. All I can do is move on." He looked Cole directly in the eyes. "Won't you put aside your differences to save the world?"

Cole thought for a moment, considering Jets words, then sighed.

"Fine." He caved in, before giving a stern stare. "But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

"I understand." Jet nodded.

"Well, glad we've got that outta the way." Junkrat tried to say, but Jet wasn't finished, as he spun in his direction, a serious look on his face.

"And you two better remember who's in charge." He stated. "Step outta line, and Talon and prison will be the least of your worries."

"Yeah yeah, we got it, boss." Junkrat shivered, unnerved by Jet's expression.

"Good, then we're done, for now." Jet grinned. "Also, make sure you're geared up for today's mission."

"Geez, mate." Junkrat sighed in relief. "We just got here and you're already makin' us work!"

"Everyone has to do their part." Winston declared, before turning to Cole. "Cole, if you would kindly show them to their quarters?"

"Sure." Cole shrugged, not taking his eyes off the junker duo. "This way, 'chumps'."

The two junkers silently followed Cole out of the office, leaving Jet and Winston alone.

"I wish you would've told me that you were going to recruit those two, Winston." Jet spoke up.

"I know, my friend, but I wasn't sure how you would react." Winston sighed.

"Well, since those two are now on the team, how much are they chargin'?" Jet asked.

"About one thousand credits a month," Winston said.

"That doesn't seem too bad." Jet admitted.

"Except we don't have that much," Winston added.

"Damnit, Winston!" Jet groaned. "I wish you'd tell me about these problems!"

"I've been trying to deal with these without you stressing over it." Winston defended. "Besides, there's someone who would like to meet you."

The door opened and a mocha-skinned woman entered, wearing a suit and carrying a silver suitcase with the letter J on the side.

"Good evening, Winston." She greeted warmly with a bow. "It is an honor and a privilege for me to be here."

"Jet, meet Adrianne Judas." Winston introduced. "A young detective from Numbani, famed for many of her amazing detective work around the world."

"When I heard that Overwatch has reformed, I knew things have finally turned around." Adrianne declared. "I was hoping I could do something to help Overwatch achieve peace."

"Well, we could certainly use the help." Jet admitted.

"Also, I've spoken with some friends of mine." Adrianne smiled. "They all decided to pitch in and donate a healthy sum to the reformed Overwatch."

"She said that the donation was as close to one hundred MILLION credits." Winston declared.

"Whoa, a hundred million?!" Jet gasped, turning to Adrianne. "Did I hear that right?!"

"Quite right, my friend," Adrianne said, still smiling. "It's only natural that Overwatch has enough funds for their operations."

"I'm…not sure what to say." Jet hesitated. "Overwatch thanks you for your generous donation."

"Anytime," Adrianne said, bowing. "I hope that we can work together in the future."

She then took her leave, leaving the two completely awestruck.

"Did that just happened?" Jet asked, turning to his ape friend.

"I think it just did." Winston chuckled. "But now, we can fund other projects and missions."

"Projects like developing fat-free peanut butter?" Jet asked, jokingly.

The two laughed at the joke, before quickly straightening up.

"Anyways, it's time to get to work." Winston declared. "Inform your team to meet up in the command room."

"No problem." Jet grinned, before turning to the monitor. "Athena? Inform Sean, Brigitte, Sarge, Cole, Brian, Fareeha, Roadhog and Junkrat to meet in the command room. Oh, and Lucio as well."

"Of course, Jet." Athena responded.

Smirking, Jet left the office, heading to the command room, meeting Tracer along the way.

"Heya, love!" She greeted with a smiled, kissing Jet's cheek. "Where're ya headed?"

"About to head to the command room to commence the mission." Jet declared, before frowning. "Sorry to say that you won't be on the mission roster."

"I understand, love." Tracer nodded. "You need me to guard the base, yeah?"

"And to look after Gabe." Jet added. "Where is he, by the way?"

"Still in bed." Tracer shrugged. "It's still morning, ya know."

"Right." Jet chuckled. "Whelp, I'll see you later tonight."

"Oh, you'll definitely see me later." Tracer said, smirking seductively.

She then planted a passionate kiss on Jet's lips. Parting the kiss, she then winked at him.

"See ya tonight, Jet." She said, blinking away.

Jet stood there a moment, thinking for a bit, before smirking, then made his way to the command room.

Meanwhile…

In the cafeteria, other agents were slowly but surely waking up for breakfast, some of them showing up, others were already eating.

Junkrat and Roadhog were sitting at a nearby table, eating and causing a ruckus.

"Roadie, how lucky are we?!" Junkrat cackled, biting into a burrito. "Not only are we gonna blow shit up, we get paid for it!"

Roadhog nodded, biting into a turkey leg.

At a table nearby was Cole, angrily biting into a sandwich, glaring at the junkers. To say that he wasn't happy about the junkers joining would be an understatement; he was pissed off.

As he mumbled to himself, Hana came up beside him, carrying a tray with breakfast pizza.

"Good morning, Cole." She greeted happily, sitting next to him.

"Hey." Cole grunted, not taking his eyes off of the junkers.

"Still pissed off about those two joining the team?" Hana asked.

"I know I told Jet I would at least try to get along with them." Cole sighed. "But after what they did, I just can't bring myself to try. Even if they claim it to be an accident."

"I understand what you mean." Hana nodded in agreement, taking a bite of her pizza. "Those two are total whackos."

"So why did Jet and Winston let them join?" Cole asked. "I mean, we could've found anyone with Junkrats skills, if not better, yet they recruited them?"

"Well, maybe they wanted to avoid making more enemies, but want to keep an eye on those two." Hana suggested. "I mean, that's what Jet said, right?"

"Jet did say that he'd deal with them, if they stepped outta line, yeah." Cole admitted. "Still, I don't like it."

As they talked, they noticed Sarge walk in, walking up to the counter to speak with Torbjörn. Junkrat also noticed this and frowned.

"What the hell is this?" He demanded, pointing at Sarge. "Jet didn't say anythin' bout Omnics bein' here!"

"You got a problem with that?" Jesse asked sternly. "Cause like it or not, Sarge is part of the team."

"Hell no I don't like it!" Junkrat growled, standing up. "Those metal heads destroyed our home country!"

"You see?" Cole asked, gesturing a hand to the junker duo. "We're wasting our time with these thugs!"

"Sarge wasn't one of those Omnics, case you haven't noticed." Jesse pointed out. "Sides, he has every right to be here, just like everyone else."

Junkrat looked at Sarge, then to Roadie, who simply shrugged, then huffed.

"Fine!" Junkrat huffed, slumping in his seat. "Just don't expect us to get along buddy-buddy!"

Suddenly, Athena spoke over the intercom.

"Attention; agents on the active mission roster, report to the command room." She said. "This includes the following agents: Cole Myers, Sean, Brigitte Lindholm, Lucio, Sarge, Zarya, Pharah, Brian Buenaventura, Junkrat and Roadhog. That is all."

With that, the agents called left the cafeteria and went to the command room, where Jet and Jack Morrison waited.

"Good mornin', ladies." Jack greeted. "Hope you all slept well."

"It's no five star hotel, but it does nicely." Lucio joked.

"It does its job." Pharah joined in. "Now, shall we get to business?"

"Right then." Jet nodded, turning to Morrison. "Jack?"

Jack nodded, then inserted a flash drive into the console.

"Our mission takes place in Mexico." He began, as a holomap of Mexico appeared on the projector. "I assume you guys have heard of the Los Muertos?"

"The wannabe revolutionary group operating there?" Cole answered.

"That's right." Jack nodded. "We've been monitoring this base for quite some time, but suddenly, it went dark. We have reason to believe that Arthur Wick was involved somehow."

Another image appeared, showing a man wearing a black suit and special looking boots and black gloves with yellow lacing and large sleeves, and a black gambler hat, the shadow of the brim covering the top part of his face, showing only a smirk.

"Arthur Wick?" Lucio repeated, questioningly. "Who's that?"

"I can answer that."

Everyone turned to see Mercy enter, with a grim look on her face.

"You know him, Mercy?" Cole asked.

"He's…he was a very close friend to me." Mercy admitted. "He was a talented inventor and his inventions saved many lives…but they also destroyed them as well. He had many enemies, even those who once respected him. It didn't help that he had a huge ego."

"I met him before as well." Zarya declared proudly. "We worked together several times. He's quite impressive on the field."

"What happened?" Pharah asked. "I never really met Arthur before."

"That's because he was in Blackwatch, as Gabriel's second in command," Jack explained. "After building a suit of armor after an encounter with terrorists, he became a deadly bounty hunter. Eventually, Gabe and I recruited him and he became a valuable asset to Overwatch, not just with his weapons development, but his bounty hunting skills as well." He pointed at the image. "Think that's a regular suit he's wearing, you're dead wrong. That suit is actually made from reinforced Kevlar and iron. Those boots? They're equipped with powerful shock absorbers that let him jump from any height and he'd be fine, as long as he lands on his feet. See the slot in the sleeves?" The image zoomed in on the sleeves. "They're actually equipped with a rapid fire mechanism that lets him shoot in a rapid fire rate."

"He went by many names." Mercy revealed. "Sometimes, just Wick. Others, Spider. But his most common nickname is Baba Yaga."

"Baba Yaga?" Pharah repeated quizzically. "You mean the Boogeyman?"

"Arthur wasn't really the Boogeyman, Pharah." Mercy shooked her head. "Baba Yaga meant that he is someone you send to kill the Boogeyman."

"…Oh." Pharah gulped, silencing herself.

"Well, now we need to find him." Jet declared. "With luck, he may still be there."

"I'd like to go as well." Mercy declared.

"Are you sure?" Jet asked. "It could get dangerous."

"Arthur is this way because of me." Mercy frowned. "I only wish to ensure that he is a force for good." She twiddled her fingers a bit. "And he is a very dear friend to me. If anything happened to him, I'd never forgive myself." She looked up at Jet. "He saved my life, all those years ago. Let me have this chance to save his."

"I think I understand." Jet nodded. "Alright, you're on the roster."

"Thank you, Jet." Mercy smiled. "I promise I won't slow anyone down."

"Alright, that concludes the mission briefing!" Jack declared, switching off the holodisplay. "Get geared up and head for the hanger, we leave in five!"

Afterwards…

After some preparation, the agents on the mission roster met up in the hanger, all boarding the Orca, this time with someone called 'Ray' as the pilot. Once everyone was onboard, the ship took off, flying to their destination.

Onboard, the agents waited patiently to reach their destination; Lucio was playing basketball with Junkrat, while Roadhog simply watched, Cole sat at the far side of the ship, watching them glaringly, while Sarge sat next to him in silence, arms crossed. Jet stood with Mercy and Zarya at the holomap table, going over the plans, Brian and Fareeha were checking the weapons and ammunition, and Brigitte and Sean were in the back, looking out the window.

Cole huffed annoyingly, glaring at Junkrat and Roadhog.

"I can't believe those two thugs were even allowed to be here." He mumbled angrily. "What was Winston thinking?"

He looked over to Sarge, who was still silent.

"You agree, don't you?" He asked the Omnic soldier. "He tried to pick a fight with you!"

"I don't care what that maniac thinks of me." Sarge said bluntly. "He can spout his nonsense all he wants; I do not give a shit."

"How can you not care?!" Cole demanded. "He's allowed one bad experience to color his whole world and lumps every single one of you Omnics in the same crowd as those extremists! They even condemn the Omnics who wish for peace! They're your people! Shouldn't you care?!"

"The Omnics are not my people." Sarge said sternly.

"What do you mean?" Cole asked, confused.

Sarge looked at Cole for a moment, before bringing a metal hand up to his face, then, after making sure no one else was looking, to Coles shock, pulled his face off, revealing his true face, the metal face in his hand not really a face at all; it was a mask.

"Now do you see?" Sarge asked, putting his mask back on. "I've been shunned by humans and Omnics alike for something beyond my control. The only friend I ever had was Bastion, for he was the only Omnic that never judged my condition. My eccentric self was just a mask to cover up the phantom pain from my past."

Cole sat there, unsure of what to think about what he just heard. Not wanting to cause any conflict with Sarge, he remained silent.

Meanwhile, Junkrat and Lucia continued to play basketball, as Lucia scored another point, much to Junkrats frustration.

"Damnit, mate, you win again!" Junkrat admitted defeat.

"What can I say? I'm just good at basketball." Lucio shrugged with a grin on his face.

Junkrat looked over and frowned, seeing Cole trying to talk with Sarge.

"I don't get what people see in those buckets of bolts anyways." He sighed. "They're nothin' but trouble!"

"That's not true for all Omnics, dude." Lucio frowned. "There are Omnics who are good and wish for peace, like Zenyatta and Mondatta."

"Sure, but those will always be the minority, compared to the Omnics in 'stralia, mate." Junkrat scolded. "Every Omnic there treats humans like slaves, human meat sacks. Not a day goes by that I don't walk the streets, coming across orphans who lost their parents to those soulless machines, widows weeping over the loss of their loved ones who were mercilessly killed by those tin men."

"Yeah, but that's only the Omnics in your country." Lucio reminded him. "You don't know some of the Omnics who live outside of Australia. Sure, they're not all perfect saints, but there always will be a good Omnic out there who sees humans as friends. You just have to find them."

Junkrat looked over to Sarge, then back to Lucio, then sighed.

"It's gonna take time, mate, but I see your point." He said.

A bit later, Brian and Pharah were checking the weapons and ammunition, as they checked the next weapon.

"Okay, that's the rifles taken care of." Pharah sighed, setting the weapon down with the others. "All that's left now is to check on the shotguns."

Brian nodded as he followed; now struggling to start a conversation with her without stuttering. Breathing in, he decided to give it a try.

"So, Fareeha," He began. "What do you think we'll find at the Los Meurtos base?"

"No doubt, a lot of dead gangers." Pharah shrugged, setting down a shotgun. "Especially if this Arthur guy is as deadly as he seems."

"You think he'd be interested in joining?" Brian asked.

"Like I said, I never met this 'Arthur' guy. But if what Mercy says about him is true, then he could be a valuable ally."

Brian nodded, then breathed again.

"So, after this," He started. "Are you busy?"

"Not that I know of." Pharah mused. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was just wondering…" He stopped mid-sentence, sweat running down his forehead.

"Wondering…?" Pharah repeated, gesturing him to continue.

"Wondering…" Brian found himself stuttering once again, unable to get out the response he wants. "If you…"

"Yes, go on…" Pharah gestured, trying to have patience.

Brian breathed in, then exhaled.

"I was wondering," He began. "If you'd…like to… hang out more…with me."

Pharah looked at him awkwardly for a bit, before chuckling.

"Of course I'd like to hang out with you more." She said. "Why are you so nervous about asking me that?"

"Well, I've really never knew my mother." Brian explained nervously. "Because of that, I've always been nervous around women. The only exceptions are those who are my superior officers." He then chuckled a bit. "But even then, I still get nervous around them, especially one so…pretty."

"Pretty, huh?" Pharah repeated with a smirk.

"I want to be more comfortable talking to you, Faree." Brian confessed. "I like talking to you, hanging out with you and I think spending more time with you will help me get over that."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind." Pharah smiled, teasingly. "Especially someone as cute as you."

This made Brian blush a deep shade of red.

"But for now, let's get back to checking the weapons." Pharah said, before giving a teasing wink. "Then we'll see about our date, handsome."

Brian blushed even deeper. He was gonna have trouble concentrating now.

Meanwhile, Jet, Zarya and Mercy stood at the holomap, going over the base structure.

"So we're gonna go in through the back entrance." Jet said, pointing at the image.

"That sounds good for me." Zarya nodded. "We will get inside no matter what way we get in."

Mercy nodded silently, obvious concern on her face.

"Is everything alright, Mercy?" Jet asked.

"It's been such a long time since Arthur and I saw each other." Mercy sighed. "I worry that he won't recognize me."

"Don't be ridiculous, Angela." Zarya laughed. "Spider would never forget a friend as dear as you!"

"Zarya's right, Angela." Jet nodded. "If your friendship with Arthur is as great as you say it is, Spider would always keep you close to his heart."

"Close to his heart, huh…" Mercy repeated, chuckling a bit. "That's a nice thought."

Meanwhile, Brigitte and Sean were looking out the window, gazing at the countryside of Mexico.

"See all of the farmlands down below?" Brigitte said, pointing to the farms. "See how peaceful they are?"

"They're beautiful, yes." Sean nodded, in actual awe at the sight. "I've never seen anything like this, outside of that Talon prison."

Brigitte could see that Sean was genuinely curious about the outside world. She would be more than happy to show him as much of the outside world as possible.

"How about this, Sean?" Brigitte began. "After all of this mess with Talon is over, I can take you on a trip around the world. If you'd like to, that is."

"Really?"

"Really." Brigitte nodded. "I want to make sure you have has much fun exploring the world as possible, and make sure that you're happy."

Sean looked out at the farmlands below, then back to Brigitte.

"We've just met and you're already being nice to me." Sean remarked. "Why is that?"

"Well…" Brigitte struggled for a bit to think up an answer, but then replied. "Because what you went through was awful. Some people may judge you, simply for being Talon's prisoner, for something beyond your control. No one should be judged so harshly, for something you never asked for." She then smiled. "But now you have a second chance to prove that you're not the monster they think you are. And I vouch for you all the way."

Sean could hear the sincerity in her words and saw the genuine care in her expression. He then smiled.

"That's very kind of you to say, Brigitte. " Sean remarked. "Thank you for such kindness."

"No problem." Brigitte smiled, blushing a bit, unsure on what to say next. "Sean…I was wondering…"

"We'll be arriving in five minutes!" Ray announced, making Brigitte jump a bit. "Get ready, everyone!"

As the airship started to descend, Brigitte turned to Sean, who gave her a curious look.

"This conversation isn't over, lad." She said with a smirk. "Until then…"

Boldly, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Sean's forehead, making him blush deeply.

The airship successfully landed a few miles from the Los Meurtos base under the cover of night, and the team made their way to the base, keeping a safe distance in case of any defenses.

"Looks like the right place." Lucio remarked. "Now how do we get inside?"

"Cole, would you do the honors?" Jet asked.

Nodding, Cole raised his robotic arm, releasing his EMB, disabling the automatic turrets, allowing Brian to snipe down the turrets, destroying them.

"Junkrat, would you kindly?"

Junkrat giggled madly, running up to the massive set of steel doors, with a pack of explosives in one hand and a detonator in the other. Setting up at least ten C-4 explosives, Junkrat quickly jumped back to the team.

"Take cover, mates!" He warned, holding up the detonator.

The team got down behind cover and Junkrat squeezed the trigger…but nothing happened.

Confused, Junkrat pressed the trigger over and over again, his confusion turning to frustration, as nothing blew up.

"What the hell-?!" Junkrat was starting to lose his cool now.

"Maybe it's a dud?" Lucio suggested.

"Bullshit, I always check my explosives before settin' them up!"

Sighing, Sean casually got up and quickly pulled Cole's Desert Eagle from its holster.

"Hey!" Cole cried, as Sean aimed the pistol at the explosives.

"Get down." Sean casually said.

He fired, the bullet striking the explosives, causing a massive explosion, leaving a giant hole where the door once was.

Everyone just stood there, surprised, as Sean casually returned the pistol to Cole.

"Well, that's one way to make something go boom." Junkrat said, amused.

"Well, now that that's out of the way," Jet cleared his throat. "Let's head inside, but be on your guard."

Nodding, the team entered, pulling out their weapons, ready for a fight, but the scene they saw left them in surprise; the hallway was damaged and there were bodies of the gangsters lying about the hall, some of their limbs were severed, multiple papers and objects laid shredded and destroyed.

"Min Gud…" Mercy gasped at the sight, covering her mouth.

"Looks like our guy has been busy…" Lucio remarked.

Looking about, Jet spotted a playing card sticking out of the back of one of the gangsters. Curious, Jet pulled it out and took a look, seeing a curious contraption attached to four corners of the card connected to the center of the card. Looking at the sides, he could tell it was razor sharp.

"What's with this playing card?" He asked, showing Mercy.

"No doubt one of Arthur's inventions." She said, pointing towards the attachments. "These small devices give these cards varying effects, like exploding upon impact, electrifying the target, and even exploding acid on the target."

"Explosives, ya say?" Junkrat giggled madly at the mention of 'exploding'.

"He's lethal and dangerous indeed." Brian remarked.

"Sounds like the perfect killer." Pharah said grimly.

Roadhog only grunted.

"Let's just see if he's still here." Jet suggested. "Then we'll see what the big deal is."

In agreement, the team went down the hall, passing more bodies, before coming upon an open door, with light still on inside. The team carefully entered, seeing the man they were looking for, as he was standing up with what looked like a briefcase, with a small screen and buttons in the corner of it, in his hand. He looked just as he does in the projection, black suit, black gloves and shoes, and he had short shoulder length purple hair and dark red eyes.

"Arthur?" Mercy spoke up, stepping forward.

Spider turned his head to face her and smiled.

"Angela Ziegler, as I live and breathe," He said in a relaxed western tone.

Mercy suddenly jumped at him, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"I missed you!" She declared.

"Yeah, I can see that." Spider chuckled, patting her back. "I can feel it too."

Releasing him, Mercy stepped back, allowing Jet to step forward.

"You're Arthur Wick, I presume?"

"That's me." Spider nodded, smirking. "Bounty hunter, inventor, and sometimes," He winked at Mercy. "Charming playboy."

Mercy couldn't help but blush, much to Pharah's annoyance.

"And I assume you're the new leader, right?" Spider looked Jet up and down. "I wasn't aware that Overwatch was under new management. Especially by someone who was handpicked by Jack Morrison himself."

"Well, we're bringing Overwatch back from the brink." Jet declared. "Talon is a threat we refuse to ignore, and we're recruiting the best of the best to stop them. That means you."

"I'm flattered, my good man." Spider smirked. "Now that you mention it, I've been having some run ins with Talon in the past. Some were trying to kill me, some trying to recruit me." He then chuckled. "I swear, these shmucks can't seem to make up their minds."

"Talon must be getting desperate." Cole remarked.

"That or they're incredibly stupid." Spider shrugged. "Either way, if those deadbeats think they can intimidate me with their meat shields, they're dead wrong."

"So you'll join us?" Pharah asked, raising a brow. "No special conditions or whatnot?"

"Not a one." Spider assured, before bringing a finger to his chin in thought. "Actually there is one favor you could help me with."

"I knew it." Pharah sighed, earning her an elbow from Mercy.

"What do you need, Min vän?"

"Good old Mercy, always looking out for others." Spider smiled, before holding up the briefcase he was holding. "Inside this very briefcase lies intelligence on every Talon base on the planet."

"Every Talon base?!" Pharah repeated, surprised. "Every one of them?!"

"Yeah, but the only problem is that I can't seem to get it open." Spider sighed. "I don't have the right tools to get it opened." He smirked. "Thankfully, I have a contact that can."

"Well, where are they?" Brian asked.

"They're at this Los Muertos, being overseen by Talon troops." Spider pulled out a map of what looked like the gang base. "My contact there…well, she needs help."

"She?" Mercy repeated, suspicious.

"Don't worry, we're just friends." Spider chuckled at her slight envy. "Anyways, she found something that might tip things in our favor, but she needs help getting out."

"We can do that, friend." Zarya said proudly. "Whoever your friend is, we'll get her out."

"I appreciate the optimism, Zar." Spider smiled, turning his head to Jet. "But that's ultimately up to Jet."

"We'd be more than happy to help your friend." Jet nodded. "Any friend of yours is a friend of ours."

"I appreciate it, Jet." Spider smiled. "Now, let's get going, shall we?"

In agreement, the team walked with Spider out of the base and back to the ship, heading to where his friend was to make a rescue.

And there's another chapter! If you guys haven't guessed yet, the character I introduced in this chapter is based off of a mixture between John Wick from…well, John Wick, and Spider from Megaman X Command Mission, with a little hint of Tony Stark. Spider has always been one of my favorite characters in that game and I always liked John Wick, so I figured I'd base mix the two together, with a little dash of Stark duchbaggery and BAM! Also, I'm making this a two part because this chapter is long enough as it is, so I'm limiting my chapters to at least 5k to 6k words from now on. I also apologize if some parts of this chapter seem rushed, but I didn't want to keep you guys waiting forever. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and keep looking forward to the next! Don't forget to review!