Yes, this wasn't out last week like it was meant to be. Exam week is coming in two weeks and that is my priority. Apologies.

A lot of characters are being brought in. Time to introduce another 2. Because... I can? Reviews and constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy'

Chapter 15

A man walked through the open enterance of the ruins, resting his rifle against the dusty wall. He limped over to his make shift bed, slowly easing onto it.

"Injured again?" A woman's voice rang out. The man looked over to see an old woman with an eyepatch over one eye, a tattoo under the other. She sighed as she looked at him, before walking towards an open fire, resting a kettle over it.

"People need my help." The man replied. His hair was gray and he had visors over his eyes, his mouth covered by a mask. His voice was low and he sounded like he was in pain.

"People always need our help. Yet we do too much. Reason why people revolted against us." The woman sighed again.

"I don't need you telling me that Ana." The man muttered.

"Dont use that tone with me." Ana glared back. "You need me to heal you."

The man just grunted, lifting his legs until he was laying on the bed. It creaked beneath him.

"What happened this time?" Ana asked him.

"Nothing." The reply came.

"Jack!" Ana's voice was harsh, demanding an explanation.

"Just some thugs." Soldier:76 replied. "Nothing much."

"They did enough damage to you." Ana pointed out, pouring herself and Soldier some tea.

"Any news about the attack at on the temple?" Soldier changed the subject.

"It seems the Omnics have stopped fighting permanently."

"Your daughter's work?"

"Yes." Ana nodded. "But Jack... she wasn't alone."

"What do you mean?"

"As I was sneaking around the market... I saw..."

"Saw who?" Soldier said, sitting up.

"Winston and Lena."

There was silence. Soldier's hands balled into fists.

"What are those idiots thinking..." He growled.

"Jack..." Ana said in a concerned voice.

"IDIOTS!" Soldier roared, slamming his fist into the wall. Dust fell from the ceiling, fluttering down.

"Jack!" Ana snapped. "Calm down."

"Overwatch activity is illegal." Soldier told her. "If they get caught..."

"They're smart." Ana replied. "Don't stress so much."

"Overwatch activity is illegal." Soldier repeated. "Do you think they came for Pharah?"

"And Angela." Ana said quietly.

"Since when was she here!" Soldier yelled. He sprung from the bed and angrily strolled round the room. "WHY CAN'T they.. jus.." He dropped to the floor, snoring.

"Can't have you being too loud." Ana muttered, resting her gun back onto a nearby desk.

Mei was hurled into a small cell. She crashed face first into the floor, hearing the metal bars swing shut behind her. She turned and scrambled to her feet, looking at the Omnic.

"I haven't done anything." She cried.

"I don't care." Maximilian sighed. "You've seen what we're doing here. You can't leave."

"Where's Snowball?" Mei pleaded.

"Your little droid." Maximilian let out a small chuckle. "We have it. Don't know what we're going to do with it, but we have it."

"Give it back." Mei demanded, tears starting to form.

"How about... no?" The Omnic stated, before he turned and walked away.

"Come back!" Mei cried, reaching her arm through the bars. "Where's Snowball!"

Maximilian didn't reply, just left the cells. Tears began to stream down her face as her arm dropped. She staggered away from the bars, bumping into the cold wall at the back. She dropped to her knees, letting the tears fall to the concrete floor beneath her.

"Please..." She whispered. "Someone... help..."

McCree walked as the sun's rays shined down onto him. A trickle of sweat came from his forehead as he continued forwards. He glanced at the train tracks, until a familiar sound was heard. The rumbling of a train in the distance. McCree sat down, waiting for it to pass. It did so quickly, the carriages rumbling past him. He got to his feet, noticing a familiar carriage.

He leapt from the ground, both feet landing inside the open carriage. He slipped a little, losing his balance, until a firm hand dragged him forwards.

McCree shook his head a little, before smirking at his saviour.

"Lucky you're here." He said.

"Course you are." The woman replied. Her blue eyes sparkled under her cowboy hat. She gestured for McCree to sit down on one of the crates, before taking one for herself.

"So how are you?" McCree asked.

"Same as always." She shrugged, taking her hat off to reveal her dirty blonde hair. "You don't usually leave this time of year. Why's up?"

"Nothing."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Jesse."

McCree growled. "Fine. I'm on my own personal mission."

"Wanna explain?"

"Not really." The blonde narrowed her eyes.

"Talk!" She barked. McCree flinched at her words, but recovered quickly.

"Remember how I told you about Blackwatch?" He asked. The woman nodded. "I want to get revenge on the leader, Reyes."

"Didn't he die?"

"I don't believe he did. He must've survived." McCree spat.

"What makes you say that?"

"Cause it's Reyes. I worked with that bastard for years. I know what he's like. And he doesn't die easily."

"So you'll need a partner." The woman smirked.

"No." McCree's reply was harsh. "This is my mission. I'm sorry, but I need to do this."

The woman looked slightly hurt at his response, but nodded. "I understand. But Jesse..." She leaned forwards and rested a hand on his own. "Remember I'm here. You know where to find me."

"I know. Thank you."

Random mystery girl. She's my own character, and has nothing to do with Overwatch. She might join the story, I dunno yet. Hopefully you all enjoyed!