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*Disclaimer* Blizzard own every character except Jack (just so I don't get copyright on my back)
Jack woke up on his back to the sounds of sirens, yelling. He was surrounded by pieces of metal everywhere, some even on flames. His hip was in extreme pain, but he didn't know why it was giving him pain.
"Get them out of there!" somebody yelled.
Suddenly, a fusion cutter began slicing through a big piece of metal shielding Jack from outside the dome of shrapnel. Finally, after what seemed like 5 minutes, a hole emerged and a man climbed through the hole wearing a firefighter's uniform and what looked to be a gas mask.
"Shit!" That's a bad wound," the firefighter said, looking at Jack's stomach with a surprised facial expression.
"Medic!" In here!" he yelled.
A female medic climbed into the hole, observing his wound.
Jack tried to speak, but no words came out, only his mouth opening. He tried a few more times, before mustering the strength to say
"What's happened to-to my hip?"
"You've been impaled, badly," the medic informed, taking out a bandage from her belt on her hip. Jack looked down (with difficulty) to his right hip, which was impaled with a big, long piece of metal, blood smeared all over it. His face went very pale, and he felt like throwing up just seeing it.
"We can't pull it out, because that would probably cause it more harm. You'll have to have the bit outside of your body chopped off and an immediate surgery," the medic explained.
As soon as she finished saying this, the firefighter pulled out his fusion cutter again.
"Stay still, buddy."
He immediately set to work on the metal, slicing it slowly, but eventually, getting through it.
The medic began to wrap the bandage around Jack's lower torso.
"We need a stretcher!" the man ordered, after she was done.
Soon after, two men came in with a white stretcher, and gently placed Jack on it. They slowly and steadily took him out of the shrapnel dome. As soon as the stretcher bearers took the first step outside, Jack knew this ship crash was bad. There were too many ambulances and fire trucks to count, not to mention tons of news channels and reporters speaking in front of cameramen. The metal from the Talon ship was spread everywhere, multiple pieces burning and firefighters rushing to put them out. It was also night time. All of a sudden, a big, hooded hologram face appeared on one of the tall glass skyscrapers. Jack immediately recognised it as Reaper's. How did he get away from the firefight with him, Junkrat, Tracer and Winston so fast? Unless he killed them... Everyone stopped dead in their tracks and went quiet to look up at him.
"I see you've witnessed the power of Talon," the hologram Reaper started.
"You see, I am the one who shot down the ship. I claim responsibility for this event."
'Why would he shoot it down if Widowmaker was on board?' Jack thought.
Reaper let out a soulless, evil laugh, before saying
"I would like to introduce my friend, Dane Colde," before pulling a somewhat identical twin of Reaper into the hologram, except Dane had no mask and red clothes, instead of Reaper's black.
He also had pale skin, and his eye colour was red. The man had no facial hair, and Jack couldn't see the colour of his hair under the hood.
"Dan is my special weapon. I don't need the others, they'll only bring him down."
'That's why.' Jack answered himself.
"He is going to be the one to end Overwatch, and, best of all, to end the world." and with those menacing last words, the hologram cut off.
Jack had so many questions about this Dan Colde guy. Something was odd about him…
Suddenly, a scream snapped him out of his thoughts, followed by the sound of multiple helicopters above. Jack looked up and saw black. He thought he was going blind until he noticed the black above him was a sky full of Talon helicopters. Talon operatives started sliding down to the ground with ropes. They grabbed anyone in sight, and hoisted them up the ropes into the helicopter. The people holding the stretcher began run, and Jack rolled off and began to run, the metal in his hip not letting him take one step. He collapsed onto his knees, feeling the rubble beneath him graze his skin. Suddenly, gunshots rang out, followed by more screams from the petrified civilians.
"What's happening?" Jack thought audibly.
He looked around to see some sort of soldiers in white and gold gear shooting at the Talon operatives. The soldiers had white cargo pants and a white combat jacket with the collar covering the neck. That was covered with a gold ranger vest over it, and ammunition strapped around their bodies with gold holsters. They all had patches on their arms, which obviously showed their rank and squad, and also had assault rifles of all sorts. Jack's inspection of the strange soldiers was interrupted, though, as a blue light flashed before his eyes and dragged him with it. His surroundings were unrecognizable they were going so blue light brought him to a white and gold ship, which the back door had been opened to reveal a room with a hologram map and Winston in the same gear as the soldiers.
"Welcome, Jack. Sorry for, uhh, going primal back there. Als- Oh dear lord! Look at your hip!"
Tracer appeared next to Winston, also in the exact same gear of the soldiers. Jack thought she looked cute in it. Her face went from regular to shocked in a second.
"What happened to your hip?!"
"Impaled. I'm ok, I jus-
"Jack, you're not ok."
"I'll have it fixed later. So, down to business. Why am I here?"
"Jack, put this on, we'll explain why after." Tracer said, handing him an identical set of gear as the others.
"Ok, is there a toilet or bathroom?" Jack asked. He didn't fancy changing in front of Winston and Tracer.
Winston pointed at a door which read 'Males' and Jack entered. He noticed a long sleeve white shirt, that the soldiers must have worn underneath the combat jacket and vest to keep them warmer. Jack was about to put it on when the metal in his hip gave him pain, so he decided to do something he shouldn't. He was taking a risk with this, but he had to.
"Alright Jack, 1, 2, 3!" and after saying 3, he stuck his hand into his hip wound and grabbed the metal, pulling it right out painfully. Blood spurted everywhere, and Jack quickly used his long sleeve shirt to stop the blood flowing out. Eventually the blood stopped, and Jack put on the rest of his gear. He walked out of the bathroom, and walked next to Tracer.
"So, is this some sort of Overwatch army we've got here?" Jack asked.
"Well, yeah. I feared a day will come when Talon goes full on and they just did. I was in the crowd when Reaper's message played. I'll be honest, it did send shivers down my spine. So I knew this was full on. I deployed the only soldiers we had, which isn't much, because I only just initiated this army." Winston explained.
"Jack, welcome to overwatch." he added out of the blue.
Winston handed Jack a patch that had the Overwatch sign, and read 'Overwatch' underneath it. He placed it on his arm, and thanks to Overwatch's advanced technology, it stuck immediately to his sleeve.
"I… uh… thanks."
Out of nowhere, an explosion went off and the ship was slightly recoiled back.
"Where are the other Overwatch members?" Jack questioned, ignoring the explosion.
"Back at the HQ, making it more secure. We can't risk anything. But you'll meet them soon. Anyway, back to the task at hand. Jack, try and take out the incoming helicopters. More and more operatives keep coming in. Tracer, locate the helicopters with civilians in it and rescue them."
Tracer did a mock salute before speeding off. Jack also copied her, doing a mock salute and heading off out of the ship, his Phoenix Wings sprouting in the process. The rain was causing his wings to form some steam, since it was evaporating the water. He checked to see if he's flamethrowers were still on his arm, and luckily they were. Albeit slightly broken, they still worked. Jack flew quickly over to where the Talon reinforcements were and landed on one. He melted the roof with his flamethrowers and dived inside the ship, as another one was about to hit him overhead, and wow, that was a bad move. He was in a room with seats around the walls, all occupied by Talon operatives, who were aiming their guns at Jack.
"Oh… Shit!" Jack screamed slowly.
Suddenly, a blue flash zoomed into the room via the hole in the roof Jack made and immediately took out all of the operatives in a split second. The flash turned out to be Tracer, who was staring at Jack smugly.
"Ha! I just saved your life! I guess i'm your knight in shining armor!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever. But how did you know I was in trouble?" Jack responded.
"I heard you cursing. It was very loud, actually! Anyway gotta go, love." and with that, she was back at her job, rescuing civilians. Jack opened the door to the cockpit and knocked out the pilot with a swift punch to the head before he could respond, making him slump on the chair. The cockpit was a room with glass everywhere around him. Glass floor, glass walls, glass roof, it wasn't a bad idea because the pilot can see his surroundings better. Jack then headed out to the operative room (which is what he's calling it now), and flew through the hole he made. Jack remembered what almost happened, and decided to just break through the glass of the cockpit and bring it down from there. So that's what he did. He would fly through the glass like a badass and take out the pilot quietly, all without the Talon operatives in the other room knowing what was happening before the ship would come crashing down. Below, it was like a battlefield. Even though Overwatch were outnumbered, they looked to be winning the fight. Talon were being pushed back to the hospital, where they came. Jack brought down a few more planes before deciding to head back to Winston, as his hip was giving him pain again. Extreme pain. When he was on his way, Jack suddenly felt himself becoming weak and he began to lose feeling on his right side. He was beginning to fall, when Tracer appeared above him out of nowhere and grabbed Jack. He looked up to see she was actually riding a ship being flown by Winston.
"I got 'ya Jack, it's ok."
"Thanks again. Heh."
Tracer pulled Jack up before helping him inside via an escape hatch in the roof of the ship.
"Talon's retreating. We did well, love."
Jack nodded and headed to a seat near a few glass panes. He looked out and saw Talon operatives retreating and Overwatch soldiers chasing them down.
"What'll happen to the soldiers?" Jack asked.
"They'll be picked up by other ships. For now we have to get out of here, and to HQ. Mercy will fix your hip there."
Jack nodded, and then decided to nap until they got there.
"Jack! Wake up! We're here!" Jack heard Tracer yell.
"I'm up!"
"'Ya need any help?"
"Uh, yeah, thanks."
Tracer put Jack's arm around her shoulder and helped him out of the ship, where he was greeted by all of the Overwatch Heroes. After greeting them back, Jack was lead to the front door of the HQ, which was now decorated white and gold. As soon as the door was opened, he saw two people he thought he would never see in the HQ… Widowmaker and Junkrat.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Jack screamed.
Why wasn't anybody else caring. Oh well, he'll have to take it into his own hands.
Jack started to run at them, breaking free of Tracers grip, but he was stopped only a metre away from them by Winston.
"Jack, they want to join Overwatch."
"WHAT!? So you're letting them? They'll betray us!"
"They were betrayed, by Reaper. They want revenge."
"Yeah!" Junkrat agreed.
"Jack, it's ok," Tracer said, walking up behind Jack.
"Fine." finished Jack as he walked past the two ex-Talon heroes.
If they brought Overwatch down from the inside, or if this was planned by Reaper and Dane would blame everyone.
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