"It's high noon somewhere." McCree said through comms, making Reinhardt sigh.

"Must you always say that?" He asked.

Tracer rolled her eyes and ignored them both, looking through some binoculars down at the building. She felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her, and suddenly felt rather sad. She was spying on her former home, one of them at least. Watchpoint: Grand Mesa. A former Overwatch base now in control of the Helix Security International. She had always loved its position in the Giza Plateau, and she remembered the incredible view of the pyramids she'd get from her room. Tracer longed for the days when she could stroll in freely and just get to work. Now it wasn't nearly that simple, even if she fought someone who had attacked her suspicious rose and people yell out on the media, forming theories that Overwatch is getting back together.

Now those theories are true. Tracer thought with a smile. She narrowed her eyes and focused on someone coming out of the building.

"Rise and shine loves, our target is on the move." Tracer chirped. An odd group, Reinhardt, McCree and Tracer, and certainly not her first choice for a stealth mission. But she had to make do with what she had, and these two were certainly capable. "She's heading down the main street, turning right and...she's out of view."

"I got her, she's in a van heading down this maze of streets here. You two remember the storage depot?" McCree said. "I think she's heading there, she doesn't have her suit on but she has a sidearm with her."

"Shall I go meet her?" Reinhardt asked.

"Not yet, let her park and get out of the van. Then we'll corner her and talk. Just talk. This shouldn't be hard, Pharah's mother was in Overwatch and Pharah had applied before we were shut down." Tracer said, getting up and running to the other building. She frowned for a moment, then remembered where the depot was and began running in its direction, her abilities making it easy for her to jump from building to building.

"I remember her mother." Reinhardt said. "Faree, she was a great fighter. An honorable fighter."

"She was murdered two months ago." McCree said. Tracer noticed a fraction of anger breaking into his normally calm voice. "Reaper got to her."

"He'll get what he deserves, but we need more agents to face him and Talon, so focus on this mission and let's recruit Pharah." Tracer said. "Everyone in position?" Tracer peeked her head over the building that she was now standing on, seeing the van park in front of the old supply depot and Pharah coming out. She frowned seeing two other people exit the van with Pharah, they must've have been in there waiting for her because Tracer had never seen them walk in.

"What do we do?" McCree asked calmly, his belt buckle shining on the rooftop opposite Tracer. His pulled was pistol out. Reinhardt remained hidden in a nearby street.

"Same plan, surround them and talk to Pharah." Tracer said, smiling widely. "What could go wrong?" She giggled and hopped off the building, blinking forward right before landing in front of Pharah. The second she landed the three people pulled out their side-arms, aiming at her. She pouted and Reinhardt crashed down behind them, blocking their path. One of them spun to face him and obviously paled, comparing his tiny pistol to Reinhardt in his armor with his hammer.

"Tracer and Reinhardt. Former members of Overwatch." Pharah said, a smile growing on her face. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Are you crazy Pharah? We're getting ambushed by two criminals." One of her partners hissed.

"These are two of the people that saved our world in more than one occasion, these were partners of my mother. Show some respect." Pharah said, holstering her pistol. McCree, who was still on the rooftop, shot the two guns out of the others hands, giving them a nod from up top.

"You planned this well." Pharah said casually. "As much as I would love to speak to you, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to. Not after one of you broke into the facility and stole quite a few things."

"That wasn't one of us, he isn't with us." Tracer said, although she made a mental note to inform Winston of this. It might be another old member, or possible new recruit. "Pharah, we need to talk about something important. Alone."

"We will not allow that." One of her partners hissed, only for her to give him a stern look.

"Excuse them, they are wary. It's been a busy few days for us." Pharah said. "As I said, I shouldn't be talking to you, so please make it quick. I have work to do." Her voice suddenly turned serious, as did her expression. Tracer decided to oblige and didn't waste a moment. She explained to Pharah about Talon, who they were and what they've done, she explained how they were involved with the murder of Mondatta, an incredible peacemaker who had been murdered shortly before Winston called back the agents, and how a few exceptional ones were causing trouble. Pharah nodded, every now and then urging her to continue. She remained relatively calm until Tracer explained how Reaper was hunting and murdering old Overwatch members, such as Pharah's mother.

"You are telling me," Pharah murmured, her voice dangerously low. "That this, this Reaper, has killed my mother and other members of Overwatch? With help from Talon?" She clenched her fists. "Why would they do this?"

"We don't know, but they're a tricky bunch. We need to be a step ahead of them." Tracer said. "What do you say love? Join us, help restore the world and stop these buggers who are trying to kill us?"

"Of course, I cannot let the murderers of my dear mother run amok, and I shall not let the world remain in such peril. I always believed Overwatch was the best hope for peace, and of course I will join." Pharah turned to her partners. "We will go back and get my suit, you two give your report after I leave. Tell them the truth, by then I will be too far for anyone to stop me."

Reinhardt lowered his hammer, giving Tracer a respectful nod. That had gone quite smoothly, and just as planned. "We must go now, if you must return to gather your armor then one of us shall wait here for you, it is dangerous for us all to be here." He said.

"This entire region is secure from any sort of enemy." Pharah said. "I'm sure that as long as you avoid Helix Security you will be fine." Just as the words left her mouth the sound of two rockets could be heard. Tracer looked up to see just that. Two rockets streaked past her to Reinhardt. Before anyone could react two shots rang out and the rockets blew up, dazing the group but hurting no one.

"I'm counting a large group of Talon soldiers." McCree said, reloading his revolver. "All coming across the roof. Tell our new friend she might want to hurry. And tell her never to say that again, karma's a bitch and so are these fellas." He threw a grenade across the roof and fired a few more shots.

"Reinhardt, stay here with these three until our ride's here. I'll go help McCree. Pharah you should hurry." Tracer said, pulling out her guns and quite literally running up the side of the building, using her abilities to apparently blink from one ledge to another, until she suddenly appeared on the top. She yelped and rolled behind a small shack that was on top of the roof. At least a dozen Talon soldiers were on this rooftop alone. "Showtime." She muttered, turning the corner with her pulse-pistols blazing. She ran in a blink on top of the shack, then flipped upwards and landed in the middle of the group. She giggled as they turned, a bit disoriented. She winked at one and hit him with the butt of her weapon, kicking another one then using her time-reverse ability to return to the top of the shack as they shot the ground where she stood a few seconds ago. "Time's up!" She called, throwing a pulse bomb in middle of the group and smiling as it blew up, flinging them around.

"Tracer, one of Pharah's men got shot. He's doing badly. I've cleared the other group on the roof but Reinhardt's taking a beating." McCree said through comes. "He'll be fine, but we need to go before something else happens."

"Did Pharah get her suit?" Tracer asked, looking among the groaning soldiers for anything useful, or anyone useful.

"No, it isn't with her. I think she called it in but it's taking a bit." McCree said. "We need to-"

His voice was interrupted by a large explosion, which Tracer heard both through her earpiece and by herself. She ran to the side of the roof and looked down, seeing a tank, a tank, advancing on Reinhardt who had his shield up to defend the small group against the projectiles. McCree, still on his own rooftop, looked surprised but threw another flash-bang grenade and fired a volley of bullets, which pinged off the small armored vehicle. Tracer cursed and jumped off the roof, blinking in front of Reinhardt. She phased out of reality as another shell passed through her ghostly form and hit Reinhardt's shield, making him grunt and stagger. Tracer reappeared and ran to the tank, jumping on top of it and knocking on the top. When no one decided to come shoot her she stuck a pulse bomb on it and jumped off. It blew up and, much to Tracer's shock, kept moving forward undamaged. It fired again and Reinhardt fell back, his shield disappearing. Much to his credit, he immediately got back up and placed the shield once again, using his hammer to help prop himself.

"You shall not get pass me!" He roared, bracing for the next shot. Tracer was unsure of what to do, but before she could react something landed behind Reinhardt silently, but quickly. As it landed Tracer noticed it was a suit which resembled an Egyptian design.

"About time!" Pharah said, immediately getting in it. The tank fired another round and Reinhardt roared, running forward to meet it with his holo-shield. After it exploded his shield dissipated once more, this time for good, and Pharah flew above him. "I've got you on my radar!" She called, spreading her arms and letting loose a salvo of mini missiles that bombarded into the tank. She fell in front of Reinhardt as the tank, which couldn't move but still shoot, shot another shell only to hit a concussive blast which Pharah had just fired.

"I'm the ultimate crushing machine!" Reinhardt roared, running in front of Pharah to the tank and smashing his hammer into the floor. The ground shook and the mere force of his blow sent the tank upwards, making it land upside down with a deafening noise.

"We need to go before more soldiers show up!" McCree said, jumping down from the roof.

"He is right." Reinhardt agreed.

"Pharah, you have your suit, you need to come with us now." Tracer said. The three turned to her but she wasn't even listening, she was beside her wounded partner. A few sentences were exchanged before his head lolled down, unmoving.

"First the world, then my mother, now my partner?" She smashed her fist into the truck. "Talon will certainly pay for this." She mumbled. "Let's go! No time to waste. Helix support is on its way and I doubt Talon will stay in this area for much longer."

"You're right, we won't be staying for any longer. You will all die here, and now."

Bam bam! That's it for chapter 3! I really enjoyed making this one, been the most fun I've had writing in a while, I hope you guys enjoyed it to. If you did don't forget to fav, follow and review because your opinion always mattered!

Sighing off, for now,

Survivor