Enraptured in Ice Ch. 19
AN: Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to present to you. Don't worry, I've not abandoned the story. I've been spending most of my time on my original work recently. As such, any support that can be provided would be greatly appreciated. You can find the books of my Warren High series on Amazon written under the name J. C. Roberts. Reviews on Goodreads are always greatly appreciated. If you can't afford a copy, feel free to send me a message and I'll give you a free digital version :) I'm also looking for beta readers for my original works, if you're interested. Thanks in advance for everything guys. -Kiba
"Hey there, cowboy. You're looking pretty worried."
Jesse straightened, tilting his hat slightly to regard Brigitte as she approached him. He took another puff of his cigar, exhaling the smoke into the air before putting it out on his boot. "Nonsense. I don't worry much about nothin'," he argued.
"You know, it's okay to be worried. You said you're his mentor, right? As far as I'm concerned, that means you're practically family. And now this? Heading off to some dangerous mission God knows where, without a clue if we'll even succeed or not."
McCree didn't speak for a long while. Instead, he just stared off into the horizon from the small peak that Watchpoint: Gibraltar rested upon. Brigitte moved to his side, resting one hand on her bare shoulder, exposed by her tank top.
"The boy ain't a traitor," he finally uttered. "I don' care what Ana and Jack say. When I look a man in the eye, I can read 'em as well as if we were playin' poker. Dan ain't the sort to turn his back on others. 'Specially not members of Overwatch."
Brigitte's hand moved from her shoulder to Jesse's. "No one is calling him a traitor."
"Yeah? What meetin' were you listenin' to? Damn near everyone believes it. They even got the kid believin' he isn't who he thinks he is. That sort of thinking is enough to drive a man to the edge. Not to mention, I ain't seen hide or hair of him, nor Mei, since that point. Fer all I know, he's probably down this cliff, and she jumped right after. Stupid as that would be."
"Love makes people do crazy things," she sighed.
"Like followin' an elderly man with a hero complex?" McCree challenged.
She laughed, turning and flicking his hat. "More like stopping a tank to rescue some cowboy going for a joy ride on the wrong end of a motorcycle."
The two shared a smile, before Jesse again looked away towards the waves. "Nah, I'm just overthinking things again," he sighed. "Both of them have far too much sense to do something stupid like that." He gave a slight laugh. "More likely, they're squared away in some recess makin' eyes at each other."
"Sounds nice," Brigitte admitted, before casting him a shifty grin. "Speaking of making eyes at people, I can't help but notice that yours are often wandering."
Jesse was taken aback by her accusation. "What in tarnation are you goin' on about?"
"Oh please," she scoffed. "Don't think I haven't noticed you stealing peeks when you think I'm not looking."
"Ha! You've got quite a bit of an ego for a sidekick."
"So you're denying it?"
"O'course I am. I'm a man, damn it. If I intend on ogling a woman, I know better'n to get caught doing it." Realizing what he said, he stammered. "I...I mean, I ain't be ogling nobody, and I'll put a bullet in anyone who says otherwise!"
Brigitte gave a huff as she stared at him for a moment, before a sly grin spread across her lips. Arching her back, she sighed, "Oh man! I really need to buy some new clothes. I've been using all my money repairing Reinhardt's armor. I'm practically spilling out of this tank top."
"Wh-what are you talkin' about?" Jesse demanded, turning beet red.
"Don't play coy, cowboy. I'm a grown woman you know, and a grown woman has needs."
"Well, yeah but…"
"And what sort of needs would those be that her father can't provide?" a voice asked behind them. McCree wheeled around so fast, Brigitte had to grab his arm to keep him from going over the edge of the cliff.
Standing there, hands on his hips, one eyebrow raised in curiosity was Torbjorn. "Oh nothing, Daddy," Brigitte giggled. "I'm just having a little fun teasing him."
"Daddy?!" Jesse looked back and forth between the two in utter confusion. "Wait...he's your...and you're his…"
"Aye," Torbjorn answered, pulling his hammer from his belt and resting it on his shoulder. "Brigitte be my oldest. Even still, she's my sweet little girl. Ain't that right, Brigitte?"
McCree took off his hat, running one hand through his hair, and using his hat to cover up the not so subtle guest to the party that the engineer had coaxed out with her teasing. "But of course," he replied nervously. "A man's progeny is a man's pride, and no one should fool with a man's pride."
"I'm glad we have an understanding," Torb grinned.
"That's odd," Brigitte commented, staring at her wrist. "According to my watch, we're still in the 21st century. You know, when daughters aren't considered property of their father."
"Aww, Brig…"
"No, no. You're right, father. Of course. I shouldn't be concerned with what I want. In fact, I shouldn't even be concerned with being an engineer. I mean, a woman engineer? Working? Who's ever heard of such a thing? I should retire and stay at home like an old maid until you arrange a marriage and I'll just pop out a dozen kids. I'll be the best wife ever. 'Oh yes, husband! I'll gladly cook your dinner. What's that? You want your pipe and beer? Here you go, sweetie. Oh, and your boots are just filthy! Let me lick those clean for you, too.'"
"Gah! You're being ridiculous, sweetheart!" Torbjorn complained.
"Oh! I'm being ridiculous? I guess Mom was being ridiculous when she suggested I start reading Engineering books, huh?"
"Jus' forget it!" the older man cried in exasperation. "Sheesh! You and your mother, always goin' on a tirade about this, that, and the other! It's gonna give me an ulcer!"
Brigitte leaned over to Jesse and whispered, "Works every time. Dad hates it when people go on rants."
The cowboy cleared his throat. "Anyway, we were just chatting. Was there somethin' you needed from us?"
Torbjorn lit up in recognition. "Ah yes! I'm looking for that boy. The traitorous sleeper agent that calls himself my protege. What's his name again? Dave?"
There was a sudden flare in McCree's temper as he tucked the hat back on his head. "That agent, who's never called himself your protege, happens to be one of the most stand up men I've known my entire life," he growled. "His name is Dan, and you best not be forgettin' it soon, tiny. He may be a sleeper, but he ain't no traitor!"
"Whoa, ease up cowboy," Brigitte pleaded, grabbing his mechanical arm and holding him back. "Dad, apologize!"
"Woah, I'm sorry, okay? I never meant nothin' by it. I'll go ask someone else then, sheesh." With that, Torbjorn walked away grumbling insults under his breath.
"Sorry I lost my cool there," Jesse sighed to Brigitte. "Maybe I'm growin' soft in my old age."
"Old age? You don't look a day over thirty."
McCree laughed. "Yeah, well...you don't look so bad yourself."
The two shared a gaze for a moment before with one last look to make sure they were alone, Brigitte threw her arms around Jesse's neck and pressed her lips against his. He returned the kiss instantly, pulling her body closer.
He needed comfort with everything that was going on. Sometimes, it felt like everyone had someone. Everyone except for him. Now, he seeked to rectify that feeling.
"Athena, scan grounds for Dan," Winston instructed.
"Dan's genetic signature was last logged at Mei's lab," Athena informed Winston. "I fear they have shut off my cameras for the time being in order to preserve their privacy." That put the ape on high alert. Was Mei in on it, too?!
"What about audio?" he demanded.
"Still active."
"I want to listen in."
"Winston, I don't think…"
"Athena," he warned.
"Very well," she surrendered. The sounds that began to play brought blood to Winston's cheeks.
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" he begged, just as Mercy came strolling in.
"Winston, have you been watching…"
"No!" he snapped.
When Dr. Ziegler saw the source of the audio her eyes widened and she herself was at a loss for words. "Wait, that was...Oh my…"
"I think it's safe to say that Mei isn't in on it," Winston muttered, climbing up a rope to the main computer.
"Quite. Though, it seems something may be in on Mei."
Winston turned to regard the blonde with a perplexed expression. "You've been drinking," he commented.
"Yes, well...if not now, when else would be a good time to do so, hmm?"
"We need to keep a level head," Winston lectured. "Can't do that when you're sloshed."
"Or being paranoid," Mercy shot back. She had him there. When there was an awkward pause, she wrapped her arms around her waist. "What are we going to do, Winston?" she asked. "Dan has been with us for so long. He's family now, you know? I'm still upset about Jack and Ana. Not to mention that Pharah used to be such a sweet girl, but when she's with Dan, she's a complete monster. Are her instincts right? Should we not trust Dan?"
"I've been having similar thoughts. What if the Dan we know is the construct, and this 'sleeper' part is the real Dan? What if when Torbjorn 'fixes' him, he ends up creating another enemy? One who knows all of our secrets."
"We have to have faith in him." There was a zip of light as Tracer appeared at their side. "Dan is our friend. He's our family, like you said. We have to trust that he's the real Dan."
"How are you feeling?" Mercy asked, trying to change the subject for the hyperactive pilot.
"Fine, doc. You know I'm a tough cookie," she bragged. "I came over because I thought I heard Winston tickling the old pickle again. Guess it was just Dan having a bit of a tea party with Mei, hmm?"
"One time," Winston huffed. "Forget to lock the door, one time."
"It's perfectly natural, big guy," Tracer told him. "Why, my mate Emily and I often like to…"
"Please stop," Winston begged.
Dan and Mei awoke with a start at the sound of someone hammering on the door. They both gave a surprised squeak, scrambling to grab clothes. "Don't come in!" Dan called to whoever it was outside, but it was no use.
"What do you mean 'Don't come in'? I'll go where I please!" Pharah growled before bursting the door open. Her eyes fell upon Dan and Mei, both now frozen in various states of undress.
Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she'd stumbled upon. The expression on her face was torn between fury, embarrassment, and regret. Mei stepped between her and Dan, just in case she tried to attack him.
"In m-m-my bed?" Pharah stammered.
"In Mei's bed," Dan corrected.
"Yes, but I'm sleeping there!" she argued. "Oh God...I'm going to have to burn the sheets."
"Ah, there you are!" Torbjorn said, brushing past Pharah and Mei to grab the assistant by the hand. "Come on lad, we need to get started on our preperations."
"Whoa! Hold on, let me put on clothes first!" Dan cried in protest.
Torbjorn looked at him confused. "Why were your clothes off in the first…" His eyes drifted past him to Mei, now having managed to get back into her underwear at the least. "Ohhh...I see. Well, umm...Just meet me at Winston's lab when you're done, huh? We can talk shop then."
The short-statured man backed out of the room, his face burning red. "You get out, too," Dan lectured Pharah.
"Ha! Like I'd listen to you! You don't have any authority over me, traitor."
"No, but I do," Mei chimed in. "Call him a traitor again and you can find your armor on your own. You're a guest here, and an overwatch operative has given you an instruction. Follow it or leave."
The Egyptian gave a huff. "I can't believe it. Have all of the women in Overwatch taken leave of their senses? Hana didn't listen, and she wound up heartbroken. If you don't get rid of him, Mei, you'll wind up the same way."
"If everyone else doesn't have a problem, do you think it's possible the problem lies with you?" the scientist snapped.
"Everyone else?" she laughed. "The Overwatch team is split in half. One side, the rational side, say we should put a bullet in his head and be done with it. But for some reason, the rest of you seem to think he's worth redeeming."
"I am worth redeeming." With his patience gone, Dan marched up to Pharrah and stared her directly in the eyes. "I used to question that because of you. You'd let me die, if you had the chance. What makes me redeemable is I'd drop everything to save you. Now, if you'll excuse me."
As he brushed past her, Mei felt pride swell up in her chest. "He's telling the truth, you know? I know Dan's not perfect. But are any of us, really? Hana used him as a means of getting into Overwatch. Angela hits the bottle pretty hard sometimes. Tracer has a hard time taking things seriously. Winston has a crippling addiction to peanut butter."
"What about you?" Fareeha asked.
The young climatologist took off her glass and wiped them with a cloth. A soft smile spread across her lips as she replaced them. "Isn't it obvious? I'm far too optimistic."
When Dan arrived at Winston's lab, the entire team was gathered around, save Mei and Fareeha. Torbjorn took his hand, leading him to the a chair and sitting him down. "Okay, lad. We need to talk about this mission."
"I know. It's going to be dangerous," he said. "But what other choice do I have?"
"It's more than dangerous," Torbjorn explained. "Which is why you're staying here."
"What?! No!" Dan protested. "I can't stay here! I mean, you guys are risking your lives for me! You can't just–"
"Aye, lad. We are. And if you're with us, you'll only be risking our lives more. Talon's got a bead on you, which means that they know where you are at all times. If they see you headed their way, what do you think they'll do?"
The young assistant fell silent as Winston rested his massive hand on his shoulder. "Right now, Dan we are feeding their sensors a loop for audio and visual. As far as they're concerned, you're just tinkering in the lab, listening to some music. If they think you are anywhere else but here, they'll flip the switch, and you'll become a threat to us all."
"But I can't just ask you to go for me! I mean, this is really, really dangerous. These guys are ex-Overwatch operatives. They know your moves, your tech, your abilities."
"Which is why you don't have to ask," Jesse stated.
"That's right," Tracer agreed. "You're our family. I told you I love you, Dan, and I meant it. Right now, it's time to show those wankers what for!"
Even Doctor Ziegler was in agreement. Kneeling beside him, she threw her arms around the young lab assistant. "You've always made me proud. When I left, it wasn't because I was angry. It was because I know that my job was complete. If it really bothers you think of us as doing this for you, remember we're also doing this for Hanzo and Zenyatta and Genji."
"And my dear, Fareeha," Ana added. "Again, I apologize for her behavior. If only I'd stuck around a little longer, she might have learned to better control her temper."
Daniel could feel his tears starting to flow. He lowered his head, covering his face and trying his best not to cry. Everyone gathered around him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement.
It didn't hurt so bad that everyone was doing this for him. The reason he was crying was because of how ashamed he was that he had ever thought that his life was meaningless. Real or not, Daniel McQueen had a family, and they were here, all around him.
"When do you all leave?" he managed to choke out.
"In an hour or two," Winston answered. "The jet is all filled up and ready to launch. Don't worry, Dan. When we get back, we're going to make you a true member of Overwatch. It's been a long time coming now. Just wait. Take a nap. By the time we get back, this whole nightmare will be in the past."
"I'll try," Dan said.
Reinhardt scooped up the much smaller man in his arms, hugging him tightly. "It was nice to meet you, Daniel! Do not worry. Once we have finished, I will show you all of my Hasselhoff albums! Maybe even have Brigitte teach you a few things about my power armor, no?"
"Me?" she scoffed. "Not that I'm against it, but you can't just promise things on my behalf. Besides, it'll have to wait until after my date."
"Your date?" Reinhardt and Torbjorn both exclaimed. Though, the tones of excitement between the two were completely opposite.
Winston cleared his throat. "All right everyone. It is time to pack up. Grab your gear and meet us at the launch pad. I'll get Mei and Fareeha."
As they all filed out one by one, soon, the only person that was left was Hana Song. The gamer hadn't spoken a word the entire meeting. Once the two were alone though, Dan stood from the chair.
She moved to stand in front of him and took his hands in hers. "Listen, Dan," she started. "Again, I'm so sorry about...well, everything. I'll admit, you're one heck of a guy."
He blushed, avoiding her gaze. "It's okay," he told her. "Actually, I'm very glad to have met you. And...you know...all the other stuff. I mean, hey. You never really forget your first love, right?"
"Right," she giggled. The two hugged each other tight. For a long while they just stood there, no words needing to be spoken between them. "Now, I've never really given a speech like this before," she whispered in his ear. "I've never had anyone that I've felt like I needed to say this to. If things go wrong...if I don't make it back or something happens to you...just know that I'll never forget you. So please, don't ever forget me."
"Never," he swore. "You're going to be great, Hana. Overwatch is lucky to have you."
"And I'm lucky to have you, Dan."
With one last sigh, the two parted. Hana gave him a half-hearted smile and left. Now, Dan was all alone. Sinking back into the chiar, all he could do was wait.
With all of Overwatch assembled, the time had finally come to take the fight to Talon. Lucio raised a skeptical eyebrow at Symmetra. "Tell me why you volunteered to come along again?"
The Indian beauty rolled her eyes. "I'm protecting our equipment. That sonic cannon you stole is one-of-a-kind, and as awful as it is being in the hands of a thief, I sure as hell don't want it in the hands of a terrorist cell."
Two massive arms wrapped around them both, as Zarya grinned at them. "And she agreed to help me with my mission. I don't care who gets who, but Sombra is mine," she declared.
"No, she's mine!" Hana and Mei both chimed in at once.
Realizing her snafu, D. Va quickly corrected her answer. "No, she's Mei's. That's only fair. It's her boyfriend she's been controlling."
Mei smiled at the young girl. "Perhaps we're losing sight of our true goal. We're not here for revenge. This is a rescue mission. Not just for Dan, but for Hanzo and Zenyatta as well. Dan wouldn't want us to be more concerned with killing Sombra than we are with rescuing the hostages."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Jesse nudged Brigitte with his mechanical elbow. "Just what were you talking about with that date of yours, exactly?"
The engineer gave him a playful smirk. "Jealous, cowboy?"
"Of course not," he huffed. "Just don't know when you had the time to meet anyone is all. We only came directly to watchpoint."
"Who says I'm not throwing my hat into the ring to vie for Dan's affection?"
"What?!" Hana protested.
"Relax, hun, I'm just teasing," Brigitte assured her. "I'm expecting this guy to ask me out when we get back. Gives him something to look forward to." Jesse turned a deep scarlet, and quickly fumbled for a cigar. Just as he was about to light it up, Brigitte plucked it from his hand and threw it aside with a wink. "No one likes a smoker."
Mercy leaned over to Reinhardt. "I like this girl."
"Ja, me too."
"Aye, she's my pride and joy," Torb agreed.
Doctor Ziegler smiled before turning back to the cyborg beside her. He hadn't spoken a word since he'd come on the ship. "Are you okay, Genji?"
"I am worried, Doct–Angela, but I know that I must swallow that stress for now. I am of no use to either of my brothers if I do not fight with clarity. Their lives are both at stake."
"Cheer up, love," Tracer said. "We're going to win this. There's no way they can stand up to the lot of us."
As the carrier began to land, Winston stood before everyone, armored up and with tesla cannon in hand. "All right everyone. Our best option for victory is a divide and conquer strategy. Lucio, Tracer...the two of you are our fastest runners. Genji, myself, and Brigitte will go with you. Our role will be infiltration and security disruption. Ana, Jack, Fareeha, you're our back up squadron. Keep our exit open and stay on the comms in case you see trouble coming our way. Torbjorn, Mei, Jesse, and Hana, you're covering our flank. Reinhardt, Zarya, Symmetra, and Angela will serve as the line break. Understand?" Everyone gave their affirmations. "Then our mission starts now!"
As the doors opened, Lucio, Tracer, Genji, Brigitte, and Winston charged forward towards the complex. Despite the ape's massive size, they managed to get nearly to the gate before being spotted.
"We've got a runner, big guy," Tracer pointed out.
Sure enough, one of the Talon operatives was rushing for the guard phone to put the base on high alert.
"On it," Winston growled.
With amazing strength, he hurled himself over the tall barbed wire fence. Just as the man's hand grabbed the phone, he was assaulted by two tons of fur, muscle, and armor. He struggled, reaching for his gun, but with one fierce punch from Winston, he was out like a light.
The scientist grabbed hold of either door on the gate and with a heavy screech, he ripped them apart, allowing his team to flood in. "We're supposed to be stealthy, aren't we? Why are you blasting music at full volume?" Brigitte asked.
"Don't you feel it?" Tracer questioned. "That's not just normal music love. It's making me feel much lighter on my feet."
"Plus, this tech is something special," Lucio said. "It sends the vibrations straight to your brain. The only people hearing this music is us. Watch your six."
Brigitte turned just in time to launch her rocket flail outward, slamming it into the skull of an incoming guard. Bursting in through the entrance, they found the long hallway leading to the T-intersection that Hanzo and Zenyatta had been trapped inside.
"Looks like we're splitting up," Genji commented. "Tracer and I will take the right side. Winston, Brigitte, Lucio...you take the left. We will keep the comms up." With a silent hiss, Genji's sword came free of its sheath, glowing with a laser-like edge. "Ready? Go!"
Meanwhile, Symmetra had her beam set to drain. Every thirty feet or so, she'd set up a small cluster of turrets. "What are these for?" Mercy asked, eyeing the small round devices.
"They serve dual functions. For one, they'll alert us of anyone who was able to sneak past the flank somehow. They will also drain them of energy and allow us to dispatch of them more easily."
The pink-haired bodybuilder grinned broadly. "Satya is pretty clever, no? Despite what she may say, I think she enjoys this life of adventure."
"Cut it out," the tech guru protested. "Focus on our mission. Reinhardt, do you see anything?"
"Ja. And it's not good." Sure enough, the T-intersection's wall had begun to crack. Bits of plaster were crumbling to the ground. Mercy gripped her staff tightly in one hand, and held her blaster in the other. There was a high pitched whir that began to grow in intensity. "I know that sound," Reinhardt realized. "Behind me, now!"
The large German man put up his shield just in time for a massive figure to burst through the wall at full speed. The metal fist slammed straight into the hardlight shield, causing it to crack. "This ends here, old man," the dark-skinned attacker growled.
"Doomfist! I thought you were dead."
"Death is only for the body. You cannot kill my spirit." His body launched upward into the air, flying at least a hundred feet upward.
"Go, now!" Reinhardt shouted, lifting his shield upward.
"METEOR STRIKE!" Doomfist came crashing downwards as the other three advanced past the German knight. Reinhardt's shield shattered and his entire body was knocked onto his back. "Hmmph. I have been in prison for years, and yet you are even rustier than I am. I'd hoped for a challenge from you."
He cocked back his fist and punched Reinhardt's helmet, causing it to dent. He reeled back again, and again. "Go!" Zarya demanded of the other two. "I will handle tiny man and his big arm."
"Right." Mercy and Symmetra ran to assist Lucio, Brigitte and Winston.
With the less defensive members out of the way, Zarya turned just in time to place her kinetic barrier around the large knight. Doomfist's strike struck it, the kinetic energy flowed back into her plasma cannon.
The lights began to glow along her back as her suit charged up. "What is this?!" Doomfist demanded striking it again and again.
"Your end," she stated.
He looked up just in time to see a thick orb of energy slam into his chest. Doomfist hurtled off of Reinhardt, who quickly took the opportunity to stand again. "Thank you friend," he gasped, turning to regard Zarya.
She smirked. "No thanks necessary. Let us have contest now. Strongest buys dinner for the weaker."
"You're on!" Reinhard laughed, leveling his rocket hammer towards Doomfist.
Outside, the rear guard team was hard at work. The surrounding guards were advancing on the entrance like a swarm of ants who've had their mound kicked up. Mei pressed herself against the ice wall she created as bullets hammered into the other side.
"Torb, how's it coming?" Mei asked, firing a volley of icicles around the side. Three of the men fell dead, their skulls impaled on the frigid points.
"Almost...done!" He beamed as the dual machine gunned turret gave a satisfied beep to signal it had been activated.
"Perfect timing," Mei beamed. As the wall crumbled down, the turret immediately swiveled to stare angrily at an incoming attacker. With a series of concussive booms, an entire wave of enemies was mowed down.
"So...now what?" Hana asked, as the gun found another target. "It's not as if we have to worry much anymore about getting snuck up on."
Jesse twirled his revolver around his finger with a sigh. "Y'know, the girl has a point."
The climatologist nodded her head in agreement. "I don't like it either, but what choice do we have?"
"Jesse and Torbjorn could stay here, and us girls could go ahead," the younger suggested.
"Sounds like a good plan to me," the cowboy agreed. "I ain't really one for runnin' around myself anyway."
"Thanks, McCree," they both chimed, running inside.
As Doomfist continued fighting both Zarya and Reinhardt with an amazing amount of resolve, Mei and Hana arrived to help.
Icicles and bullets fell in a hellstorm, but Doomfist turned, using his metal arm to send them harmlessly bouncing off. His body wove between swings and shots as though he were a serpent.
"Doomfist to Strikeforce," he called. "I am pinned down by four individuals. Support is needed!"
"Support on the way," a gruff voice said as the room filled with the stench of sulfur. Zarya turned just in time to see a black boot. Reaper's kick struck her hard, knocking her cannon out of hands.
He then turned, firing a shotgun blast into Reinhardt, giving Doomfist the opening needed to knock the old man onto his back.
"Get off of him!" Mei ordered, firing an icicle directly towards Reaper.
The skull-faced man dissolved into a cloud of smoke as the projectiles passed right through him. As he reformed in the center of them, the sulfur stench increased. "I've had enough games. Taste my death blossom. DIE! DIE! DIE!"
As he began to spin, Hana dashed forward in her Meka, opening up the defense matrix. "You can't do any damage if you don't have any bullets!" she boasted. Lasers began zapping left and right as he fired wildly, unable to stop his momentum.
Sure enough, every cluster of bullets fired was destroyed until Doomfist charged forward, slamming into Meka's cockpit. Hana gave a cry of surprise as his gauntlet punctured the armored glass.
His fingers wrapped around her neck and began to tighten. Hana's hands left the joysticks, grabbing his wrist and forcing his digits away from her throat. It was the only way she had to keep herself alive.
"M-mei!" she gasped. "Help."
The climatologist was already ahead of her though. The hum of Snowball's compressor drew the attention of the dark-skinned man at the last second. When he looked up, he found Mei standing on Meka's hood, just before a flood of liquid nitrogen and water overcame him.
His body became encased in ice, allowing her to punch him hard enough that Hana broke free. Reaper took aim at her, but by that point Reinhardt was up and fighting. "Coward!" he snapped. "You've always been a backstabbing rat! You could never face a man head on!"
Gabe continued to dodge the swings from his hammer until Reinhardt slammed his hammer down hard enough that the floor fractured. Reaper and Doomfist collapsed to the ground, giving Mei her opening.
"Go, Snowball!" she cried, throwing him out.
A fierce whirlwind of liquid helium poured forth until both of them were sealed to the ground under a thick blanket of ice. The members of Overwatch were all panting heavily. "That was one hell of a fight," Zarya commented, lifting her cannon from the ground. "But we're not done yet."
"Are you okay, Hana?" Mei asked.
"Yes. Meka is still working, thankfully."
"Then let's keep going," the climatologist said. "Dan is counting on us."
To be continued...