(YES I'M A DAY LATE WITH THIS I'M SORRY I'LL DO BETTER MAYBE?!)

Ok, let's say goodbye to Overwatch and Talon for this chapter. Instead, we take a look at three main people. Remember, this story takes place after all of the events from the cinematic. Reviews and constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

Chapter 12

He gentally placed the symbol next to his fallen friend while Bridget watched from behind.

"I have been called." Reinhardt muttered. He turned to face Bridget. "I must answer." Taking a deep breathe, he walked past her. "Always."

Bridget watched the mountain of a man leave the ruined castle. She took one last look at the corpse on the chair, before hurrying out after him.

"Reinhardt, wait!" She called out.

"I... have a mission Bridget." Reinhardt told her, continuing to leave.

"I'm coming too!" Bridget snapped.

"You..."

"We've come this far together." Bridget said slowly. "We've done so much good together. If you're going to fight, I want to be next to you fighting."

"You would... come with me?" Reinhardt asked.

"You need someone to fix your armour." She smirked in return. "Besides, someone needs to take care of an old man like you."

Reinhardt chuckled in return. "Yes. I guess you're right. Haha!" As the two left the castle, he looked up at the sky. The once grey clouds began to clear, and sunlight started to peek through.

"We going to the van?" Bridget questioned.

Reinhart nodded to his partner. "Yes. We need to find a way to contact Winston, and hopefully the others. I also need to clean my armour."

Bridget closed the door behind him. Bridget carefully watched him. In the last few days, the mans movements had been slow and clumsy. Now however, he moved with confidence. He seemed to have a motive, and Bridget was proud of him. He'd returned to the man she'd looked up too, the man she'd partnered with.

"Is it all there?" He asked. His loud voice had returned, his happiness back.

"All in the trunk." Bridget guestered to a trunk under the bed.

"Excellent." Reinhardt laughed. "I wonder if it still fits?"

"Not after all of those cakes you've been having." Bridget joked. Reinhardt howled with laughter.

He dragged the trunk out, flicking it open in seconds. There, sat his armour, damaged and grey, rusting around the corners.

"Reinhardt, are you sure you wanna do this?" Bridget asked slowly. "You're.. out of touch. You've aged. You-"

"I'm doing this." Reinhardt cut her off. "I've... dishonoured my code as a Crusader. I must reclaim it. For my honour, and my old friend."

"In that case... get it out. I'll clean and repair it." Bridget smiled. Reinhardt looked st her, giving a warm smile.

"Thank you, Bridget."

The sunlight bore down on the lonely figure, dispite the cold surrounding. The woman knew that she had to keep moving. She wanted to get as far as possible before night came. She hadn't timed how long she'd been walking, or how far she had gone. It didn't matter. Her only focus was moving forwards.

In the side of her backpack, a small robot gave off a noise that seemed to be a yawn.

"Guessing you're fully charged?" Mei asked. The robot gave a high pitch squeal in return.

"Good." Mei laughed. "Guess that means I'll have some company at night." Mei sighed, looking at the sky.

"Hey Snowball, it's been nine years. How much do you think has changed. We know about the fall of Overwatch, but nothing else. We don't even know if everyone is alive..."

Snowball gave a little shake from her bag.

"Yeah, you're right. I should think positively. It'll all be alright. And... I shouldn't be the only one that got the message. Other Overwatch members must've seen it too. Now..." She looked around the barren Artic. "I just need to find a way out of here. There must be a village nearby."

And so, Mei continued her treak through the Artic. With no clue where to head, she travelled in a straight line. Her only goal was to find some form of life which could help her get home.

"Here." The bartender slid the beer across the table to the man. He nodded his thanks, before spitting his cigeratte into the bin next to him. Taking a bit gulp from the glass, he let out a loud sigh.

"Long day?" The bartender raised an eyebrow.

"Long life." The man replied, eyes staying hidden beneath his hat. "Isn't everyones?"

"Not all. Yet I bet most would like to be in your position."

"And I'd rather be in there's."

"With the world out there? People to meet, places to go?"

"Crimes that have been committed? Wars that rage? Yeah, sounds like paridise." The man glared at the bartender.

"Maybe. But, we're still here. Not dead yet. Make the most of it." The bartender smiled, before turning to another man who'd entered the pub.

The man sighed again, downing his drink in one. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he pulled out a picture.

In the middle was him. Next to him was his old boss, with a grim look on his face. Behind him was a woman with fed hair, a sinister look covering her own eyes. Next to him was an odd one, half cyborg, half human, with his face away from the camera, but his eye had hints of regret.

McCree narrowed his eyes as he looked at the old Blackwatch team, hands balling into fists. His whole life, he had to deal with taking orders from people. First the Deadlock Gang, then Blackwatch. He couldn't take it. He stood up. He dropped a few coins on the bar and stumbled out as the bartender watched him.

The sun was blazing down upon the earth. McCree adujusted his hat, before lighting another cigertte. He looked around the empty town, before heading off.

"I'll do justice on my own terms. No bosses, no gunslinger for higher, no law." The old cowboy thought to himself, a grimace covering his face.

"But first... Reyes."

Three characters join the fray! McCree, with a solid grudge against Reaper. Reinhardt, wanting to restore his honour after Winston's call. And Mei, lost in the Artic, hoping to find a way out after her nine year sleep. Things should get interesting...