Only a few characters left to introduce. Torbjorn, Hammond, Zarya and Lucia. None in this chapter though. Maybe soon... Reviews and constructive critisicm is welcome. Enjoy!

Chapter 19

The next day came quickly. Everyone woke up groggily, yet there had been no sign of attack on the temples of Nepal. Orisa, who was outside, reported that no one had come by. So, Team Winston gathered their stuff and said a last goodbye to the temples.

"You're sure Zenyatta will join us?" Winston asked as they headed down the mountain.

"If my master says he'll join us, then he will." Genji replied. "We just need to wait."

"Where to next Winston?" Tracer asked.

"I want to see if we can get your father back in the fray Brigitte." Winston said.

"My father?" Brigitte laughed. "He's served Overwatch for many years. He even lost an arm and eye for the organisation. Since it's disbandment, he's been having his well deserved break."

"I won't ask him to battle. I simply wonder if he can get some new gear for us."

"Well..." Brigitte thought for a second. "He does still make things. Engineering is his passion after all."

"I'll talk to him." Reinhardt declared. "I'm an old friend. He'll listen to me."

"So we go to Sweden?" Mercy asked.

"Indeed." Winston smiled. "Orisa, calculate the quickest path to Sweden."

"Understood." Orisa nodded.

The ship landed in a remote area. The only thing in site was a large house, which seemed to be surrounded by guards. Reaper and Widowmaker jumped off the ship, followed by Junkrat and Symmetra.

"Let's go." Reaper growled.

"Why walk?" Symmetra smiled. Holding up her hands, a teleported appeared in front of them, as well as one closer to the house. She motioned the others through, which they did so.

"I like that trick." Junkrat smiled, looking at her.

"Me too." She replied, slightly amused. Reaper lead the way into the house.

It was surrounded by Talon troops, all of whom refused to make eye contact with the masked assassin. They got through without an issue.

Widowmaker opened the door and immediately turned right. A set of double doors could be seen. She walked the group over, before opening it up.

Inside was a grand table, surrounded by chairs. A royal purple carpet covered the floor, as well as purple lights across the wall. Some of the seats were filled, including Doomfist, Moira, Sombra and Roadhog in some seats.

Junkrat, Reaper, Widowmaker and Symettra took their seats. The table was almost full, with only one empty seat at the head of the table. The other seats were filled with other Talon members from across the globe. They looked at those Reaper brought in disgust.

"Is everyone here?" Doomfist asked.

"Looks like it." Reaper replied.

"Reaper... who have you brought?" Another member asked. She had her gaze on Junkrat.

"Some new recruits."

"Are they... capable? Trustworthy?"

"Considering two helped me destroy an entire city by ourselves and another is a top student from Vishkar, yes, they are." Reaper growled back. The woman nodded, but didn't remove her gaze from the Australian.

"Is he here?" Another member asked.

"He's coming." Doomfist answered.

As if on queue, a man entered the room. He was covered in a cloak and wore a metal mask. The part of his hair that was exposed was jet black, and the room echoed with the sound of his metal boots as he went around the place. He gave small nods to some members before he took his place at the head of the table.

"Evening." The man said. His voice was low and grisly, and had a chill in it.

"Evening." The table replied.

"Reaper. Good job. You've gathered some useful people. They will do well. I'm impressed." Reaper nodded.

"Doomfist. I've heard you've made contact with a few others who are unable to make it tonight. Shame, but I'm glad."

"And Sheeria." The woman who was glaring at Junkrat finally turned her head to the man. "What a disappointment: It really is, you have been useful. But your contribution to Talon has gone downhill. I'm sorry."

"You aren't... kicking me out?" She asked in fear.

"Kicking you out? Of course not." The man chuckled. Sheeria relaxed a little. "You know too much. Reaper?"

Without hesitation, Reaper drew a shotgun from his cloak. He looked Sheeria dead in the eye before firing.

The woman fell to the floor, dead.

"Such a shame." The man sighed. "Everyone else, you've done well. Now, down to business."

Winston was ahead of the group, on the lookout for anything suspicious. Although he was alert, he couldn't help but be proud of himself.

"I had always hoped that we managed this. In the time of crisis, Overwatch is being rebuilt. We're managing to come together again to fight for what's right. Wish you could see this Commander. You too... Winston."

"Everybody stop!" A loud voice boomed over everyone. The group froze and aircrafts soared over them, soldiers dropping to the ground. There weren't Talon soldiers. Instead, they were in a navy blue suit of armour, each with a blaster aiming at the group. One man stepped forwards. He was also in the armour, but had a golden badge on his chest. He narrowed his eyes.

"My name is Commander Puckett, head of security of the Government." Puckett growled. Winston froze. He slowly turned his head to Tracer, Mercy and Pharah, who also had fear on their faces.

"Er... okay..." Winston muttered. "Can we help you?"

"Winston. We know that you're a member of Overwatch. As well as everyone else here." Puckett looked at them group. "Overwatch activity is illegal. We must arrest you all."

"Us all?" Tracer cried. Reinhardt moved in front of Brigitte, shielding her.

"This that an issue?" Puckett asked.

"W-Wait." Mercy stepped forwards. "Two of is aren't Overwatch agents." Puckett raised an eyebrow.

"Let them go." Winston told him.

"Who are they?" Brigitte stepped forwards, while Orisa looked at Winston.

"Initiate defense systems?" She asked.

"No." Winston shook his head.

"Where are they from?" Puckett asked.

"Brigitte is from Sweden, and Orisa is from Numbani."

"Escort them back!" Puckett roared at the soldiers. In a hurry, the pair were brought onto ships.

"What's the plan?" Tracer whispered while the two were being escorted.

"Nothing. We can't get in trouble with the government." Winston sighed.

"So we give ourselves up?" Reinhardt questioned. Winston nodded.

"The rest of you." Puckett growled. "Come with me."

Overwatch activity is illegal. They couldn't do much without the governments watching. Big trouble for the group. Hopefully you all enjoyed!