Ch. 2 "Blood and Betrayal"

Mathew sighed heavily as he leaned against the concrete frame of the gate and gazed up at the clear blue spring sky. He found himself in this same position almost every day when he was on guard duty. He had found that in the dull midday just gazing up at the sky, watching the clouds whisk in and out of the tall skyscrapers was very relaxing. Today was no different, as he watched the few fluffy clouds meander lazily around the bright blue sky, he felt at ease.

His relaxation was cut short however as a group of five transports with the symbol of Overwatch began to approach the gate and halted as requested. Heaving himself off the wall and slinging his rifle over his shoulder Mathew proceeded to the driver's side window of the lead vehicle. The bulletproof window rolled down to reveal a man wearing the combat armor and livery of Overwatch. The driver handed Mathew a set of permits. Before Mathew truly looked at the permits he noticed something…off about the driver. The man's helmet obscured his entre face and didn't have the normal transparent face shield.

"Sir, if you would please remove your helmet. I need to confirm your identity before I can open the gate." Said Mathew as calmly as he could. In response the man nodded and began to raise his hands to detach his helmet.

Suddenly Mathew felt a sudden jarring pain in his side. Looking down he saw a red stain begin to slowly spread across the left breast of his uniform. Turning his head slowly he saw that a handful of the other guards both on the wall and near the door had shot their comrades with silenced weapons. Mathew dropped the papers in his hands as he clutched at the wound in his side and fell to his knees coughing up blood. "Traitors!" He coughed weakly before he slumped to the ground as a small pool of blood began to form.

As he lay dying on the pavement Mathew watched helplessly as the traitors cleared the bodies and opened the gate into the compound. "I…have…to…warn them!" He thought desperately as with the last ounce of his strength he began to reach for his comlink. As he slowly brought the small device up to his face one of the traitors kicked it out of his hands and smashed it under his boot.

"We can't have you ruining the plan now can we?" Said the traitor. "Face it rookie, you picked the wrong side." Continued the man as he pointed his pistol at Mathew's head and pulled the trigger with a silent click.

As the gate fully opened the five transports drove into the compound. As the gate closed the vehicles parked in a line with the back ends of the cars pointed towards the garden and the main door. The scientists, medical staff and guards in the garden and near the door stopped what they were doing and looked confusedly at the cars. As they watched the transport doors opened and a maelstrom of bullets flew from the open compartments. The men and women in the garden didn't even have a chance to scream as they were ripped apart into clouds of blood and ripped clothing by the storm of shrapnel. The few guards that survived began to return fire from behind pockmarked pillars and the broken trunks of trees in a vain attempt at taking out the gunners.

From inside the bowels of the transports emerged dozens of squads of men and women in black combat armor with white skull like masks. Several of the black armored soldiers died as they were caught in the return fire of the handful of Overwatch agents but in vain. The few remaining agents were quickly overwhelmed. With the garden cleared the soldiers in black arranged themselves to breach the main door. A group of them advanced towards the door with a set of explosives and attached them to the door before hurriedly retreating to the sides.

"Hurry we don't have much time!" Shouted an Overwatch agent as he and a large group of other agents and guards rushed to the main door. As they reached it they saw several other groups of agents hurriedly throwing up deployable barricades and preparing to mount a defensive. "How close are they to opening the door?" Asked the man.

"They'll be through the door in less than four minutes' sir!" Replied a security guard from a side room off the main entrance corridor. The room held the monitors of many of the outdoor security feeds and the man's face was gaunt with fear and he looked sick. "Those bastards just killed them…they killed everyone!" Said the guard feebly as he stared blankly at the monitors.

"Pull yourself together soldier!" Shouted a scar faced and seasoned Officer as he crouched behind one of the curved deployable barriers. "We've got a job to do, there's no wimping out now."

Suddenly a large explosion shook the building and the main door bent inwards on itself but still held true. A collective intake of breath surged through the waiting agents and guards as Athena's alert was heard over the intercom. The defenders tensed as they readied their rifles and pistols as they waited for the breach. The silence became long and as thick as concrete as the defenders held their breath. A Second larger detonation shook the building and the doors once again held firm with several large cracks beginning to become visible.

"This is it; this is where we hold them. Stand firm and remember your training and we'll all get through this alive. Overwatch won't fall today if we have anything to say about it!" Said the scar faced officer from before. The other agents and guards nodded in agreement with set and determined faces. As they watched sparks began to spew forth from a central point on the door and began to get brighter and more violent.

"HERE THEY COME!" Shouted one of the guards as the main door exploded open with the force of a crashing airliner, sending shrapnel and smoke everywhere. The guards and agents covered their head from the rain of debris as with a roar countless forms of black armored soldiers flooded through the breach with a storm of bullets leading the way. White hot bullets ricochet off the marble floors and pillars as the members of Overwatch returned fire. Black armored soldiers and Overwatch agents danced in place as their bodies were riddled with bullets as the firefight escalated. A group of Overwatch agents screamed as a grenade fell behind their cover and reduced them to bloody paste.

"Concentrate fire on the left!" Shouted an agent as he peaked over cover to unload half the clip of his pistol into a group of black armored figures. The guard beside him fell to ground and convulsed as his chest was turned into a mass of shattered bone and torn meat. "Damnit, You bastards!" Shouted the agent as he resumed firing only to have a bullet rip clean thru his forehead sending his body reeling backwards onto his fallen comrade.

"Fall back! Fall back! There's too many AHhhhggggh…" Shouted another agent as a bullet ripped thru his gut and sent him careening to the floor in a pool of blood.

"Where's our reinforcements?" Shouted a Guard officer as he ducked behind cover to reload. "They should've gotten here by now!" Almost as if on cue a group of Overwatch Agent appeared from deeper in the compound and started to rush towards the firefight.

"We're saved! Reinforcements are here! Come on let's teach these bastards!" Shouted the scar faced officer. With a resounding roar the remaining defenders began to fight with renewed vigor. As the fighting renewed it seemed for a moment that the defenders would turn the tide. As the defenders thought that victory was in their grasp several of their agents fell to gunfire from the rear. The advancing Agents thought to be their needed reinforcements were shooting at them. Turning around to face the new threat they stood no chance, caught between two attacking forces.

Only a small handful of Agents and guards remained as they took cover between a pair of barricades under the shadow of the six statues. The once pristine marble floor was now singed black from explosions and stained crimson with blood. The once finely woven flags reduced to mere tattered fabric and the walls and floor were now riddled with bullet holes.

"This is the end Captain." Said one of the remaining guards as he crouched to reload.

"We've got to keep fighting! The others have to have time to prepare a better defensive. Fight! Fight to the last man!" Shouted the scar faced officer as he lobbed a grenade into a group of attackers and obliterated them. Steadying his rifle on the deployable barricades he gunned down several more assailants before retreating back to escape a return volley. Before he could fire off another volley an explosion blasted away the barricades and remaining agents.

As the last of the agents were killed a tall man in a black trench coat walked slowly through the blasted entrance way with a large group of black armored soldiers following closely behind him. The man wore a set of black combat armor under the shadowy cloak. He wore a pair of black combat pants with thick armored shin guards and combat boot. Across the man's chest and along his left hip hung bandleaders of extra shotgun shells and grenades as well as a pulled down hood behind his neck. The man's face was scarred and rough with short dark brown hair and goatee.

"Commander Reyes, the agents have been disposed of!" Reported one of the soldiers as he hurriedly snapped to attention as the man approached.

"Good work." Replied the man in a voice as rough as sandpaper. "Go through the rest of the compound and retrieve anything that might be useful. Leave no one alive."

"YES SIR!" Shouted the black armored soldiers as the split off into squads and dispersed through the compound.

The man stood there surrounded by the stench off death and relished in it. As he relished an early victory one of the "corpses" raised a pistol to try to shoot the man. With inhuman speed and agility, the man smacked the pistol away and grabbed the wounded man by the throat and pulled him to eye level.

"It seems my men missed a helpless flea during extermination. Tell me, where is Jack Morrison?" Sad the man in his rough voice.

"I…don't…talk…to…traitorous…scum!" Choked the man as he struggled in vain against the man's iron grip.

Commander Reyes sighed heavily and shook his head. "How pathetically loyal." He said as he easily snapped the man's neck and dropped his limp corpse to the ground. Reyes reached his hands into the sides of his coat and pulled from the depths a pair of long shot guns. "I guess if you've got to do something, you've got to do it yourself." He said casually as he began to walk slowly towards the sounds of far off fighting.

AN: Well there's the next chapter of my Overwatch story and as always

I will see

YOU

in the next chapter

BYE BYE