Chapter 5:

Interlude:

London

"Agent 007, you are fully aware of the threat am I correct,"

"And 72 hours later, MI6 networks are still offline from Sombra. Q do you have any reason to explain the outage?"

"And you two. I take it that you two are Overwatch Agent-"

"I'm ex actually. I'm working with Wolf London 'gain."

It was well past night on the shores of the Thames. The four involved in the club attack three days ago were placed in a holding cell, luckily each of them were able to obtain their own cage and wear their own clothing. They were in M's office, summoned on behalf of the Prime Minister, Harold Saxon.

"O'Donnell and Lena Oxton; You have no part in this affair and I ask you to leave the room at this time. Thank you goodbye."

M said.

Wolf and Tracer walked out of the room, pushing their chairs in and strolling out the door as if it was some casual manner.

"M lecturin' you again?"

A man in a strong Cryodillic accent asked.

The two of them nodded, wearily. The four of them had only six hours of sleep in total after the incident, partly due to the interrogations the quartet had to suffer.

"I take it that you're fillin' in for Miss Moneypenny?"

Tracer responded, facing the man from Cryodill.

"Yeah, she's been missin' for 'round three days. M just brought me in from Tamriel just hours ago. Barely got time to change out of my robes. Anyways, gotta go."

The Imperial walked out of the reception room, removing his robes which were sown with exquisite red silk, imported from the port city of Lion's Arch. The two of them looked with reluctant confusion as he walked out of the reception.

"I didn't get 'ya name!"

Both Tracer and Wolf sat opposite from each other, Wolf at Moneypenny's desk while Tracer in the seat facing him.

"So Wolf, haven't seen 'ya in a while."

He only blinked at her, the lack of sleep pulling him down.

"Wait, so how long were 'ya in th' inner rim?"

"Well. For once, I've been on vacation.'Round the Rim 'course. Specifically, tourin' and fight'n for some mercs I met up a few years back."

"Oh! Who were these mercenaries then? Where they space pirates- oh or raiders!?"

She asked with extreme enthusiasm.

"Well, can't tell you anythin' major but, I developed this extreme rivalry with one of these pilots, didn't end well for the both of us."

"What happened!"

"I shot 'em down. Threatened to attack the ship we were escortin'. Got shot myself, right over 'ere."

He replied, pointing to his right shoulder.

"Nothin' bad to worry 'bout. Wasn't a major injury anyways."

The door slammed open as the three men exited M's office; a very sudden choice for them.

"Get off my secretary's desk Donnell."

M commanded, looking Wolf in the eye; his eyes rolling in reluctance to Bond's superior.

"We're heading to Corsham Street. The people from New York have just arrived. We're heading to the Frye's flat."

"Bond, you know any of them?"

"Well, I know that London is one of them, along with the Professor, Stark, and the Frye twins. Not too sure about the former."

"Hey Bond, why couldn't we meet at your flat? Chelsea is much closer than Corsham."

Tracer inquired, staring blankly at the painting above Wolf's head.

"My flat isn't under constant surveillance, unlike this building. But I do suppose that I am since you injected me with Overwatch's, "Smart Blood."

Bond gestured at Q.

"Anyways, are you all coming? We're disconnected the majority of our computers and moving to Site B."

"Well, got nothin' else better to do, might as well join in M."

Wolf responded, looking at M.

"Well, you were obviously required to come,"

M said, rolling his eyes because of his response.

"What do you know about Zeppelins?"


New York City

5 Madison Avenue

Night had fallen over New York City. The rays of sun fading away to reveal the sereneness of the moon and darkness. On top of a certain clock tower in Midtown Manhattan, resided a rather, curious group, or clan as they were referred to, of creatures not fully understood until a recent time. They were known as the Manhattan Clan, they were creatures only known to Earth as "Gargoyles."

Goliath, the clan's leader, gazed at the bright lights emitted from the towering skyscrapers of Lower Manhattan, many buildings including the Eryie Building; the location of his beloved castle. He knelt in deep contemplation, contemplating the actions of these, "Droids" that has wreaked havoc on Tony Starks party. Despite Tony and Eliza assisting his clan in claiming the top three floors of the clock tower, he couldn't trust the former CEO of Stark Industries due to his ties with Xanatos, the businessman who caused all the madness that was wrought onto his clan along with being his greatest nemesis.

Elsewhere inside the tower, was Alex, "Alexander" Hamilton, a law student at Columbia University who was at the party. Entering the tower just after eight o'clock, it only took him a meagre amount of time just to take an elevator and ascend to the top of the clock. Entering a blank room, a velvet parlor room with bookcases attached to the walls and dark forest green resting chairs around each of the corner. With a tip-off from a certain police detective, Hamilton precisely knew what bookcase and book to pull in able to access the hidden refuge of the Manhattan Clan. Walking over to the top-left bookcase, he scanned for the specific book he was to pull. Eyeing a dark grey book on the second to bottom shelf, he peered at the ruined spine and saw the words, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" embroidered with gold.

"Well, what are you waiting for, pull it!"

He shouted to himself.

He did. Nothing happened at first to Hamilton's surprise. Alex would have expected to be one of those clichéd movie moments where the hidden trapdoor would spontaneously rotate out.

"Oh right, it's a knob."

He would turn the book to his left and push it back into the bookcase, causing the case to lurch back into the passageway. The gargoyle's home was furnished to resemble their own castle on top of the Eryie Building. It was simple; the walls plastered with limestone and adorned with brazers lit dimly.

'Goliath, we have our visitor."

"Hudson, why are you not on patrol?

"Aye, that'd be the question lad. Lexington instead took my position."

"That doesn't answer the question Hudson, what do you have in connection to our visitor?"

Goliath responded, turning away from the ledge he was on.

"Well, he was the one who broke into the vault underneath the Central Park castle, an' I was the one who found him."

"Broken? Broken into? Hudson, when did this happen?"

"Aye, about five o' six months ago. The lad said he was working for someone named George at his university."

"But the vault, was it left without a trace?"

The purple gargoyles asked.

"Aye, it was, 'xcept, Reinhardt and the boy was in there, just recently though."

"Boy? What boy?"

"Goliath, isn't it obvious? Pliskin! Christopher Hall? You know his adoptive son and Overwatch agent? Lad, I didn't make you leader of our clan because you forgot the boy's name!"

Hudson exclaimed, nearly throwing his sword behind him.

"I know my friend, it's just that, the future looks bleak to me. I don't know why but, I see them. I see them in my stone dreams Hudson."

"Who? You don't mean that the Leg-"

"Hudson, the Legion is returning, and I am not sure what will happen to our clan, our city, this world, the galaxy, and- Elisa… I sense something terrible and I ask for your counsel friend…"

"Oh Goliath, dreams are just dreams lad, and visions are well, just visions. When I was leading the clan I did have stone dreams like you did; and look what happened, none of them came true."

"I know, but the future troubles me."

Another gargoyle swooped down onto the perch they were on, this time a red one with flowing white hair.

"Hey Goliath, Alex's here."

"Yes, yes Brooklyn, Hudson informed me."

"And uh, can I stop by Stark Tower? Lex said that Tony had some spare parts for him to use."

The red gargoyle asked nonchalantly.

"Go ahead Brooklyn, take Broadway with you."

"Whatever you say old man."

Brooklyn jokingly said to Hudson.

Coming from the bottom of the stairs was Alex, a torch in one hand and a book in another. He attempted to peer around the top of the clock tower; trying to find the clan in near darkness.

"Oh, there you are you scallywag."

Hudson mockingly joked.

"Oh, hi. Mr. Huds- I mean Hudson."

"What did you bring for us, Alexander?"

"Wait, there's more of you? Oh right you told me about that Hudson. Well, I uh, brought you a book that is of crucial importance."

Alex would respond, handing over a book covered with red satin linen.

'What is this?"

"It's allegedly from Karazhan, the library to be specific. I borrowed it from the archmage."

"Khadgar you mean? That magnificent bastard, never saw him in a while. Did 'e mention anything about us?"

Hudson replied.

"No sir; he only said to, "Give them my regards."

"Hudson! Do you know what this is? This is one of the copies of the Grimoire! The volume that contained the histories of the Gargoyles, the Legion, nearly everything we need to defeat the Legion!"

"Yeah, but the thing is, the thing's incomplete. Sorry to mention that. It's missing the Gargoyle part, the Legion part, and the Reaper study by the Jedi Lannius. The only thing there is some notes on South America and rituals they performed."

"Rituals? You don't mean this also has to do with Sombra?"

"Sorry to say it does, Hudson."

The older gargoyles nodded his head in quiet contemplation, shocked yet visibly disheartened about the true reason Khadgar had sent the Grimoire. Goliath on the other hand was reading through the ancient book, flipping over pages of history that he didn't even know about.

'So uh, what now? What are you donna do with the book?"

"We will find the rest of the pages. Starting tomorrow, at dawn where no one will see us fly. And how is, the boy? Is he fine I hope?"

Goliath asked, closing the book to face Alex.

"Well, you don't want to know what he got himself into now."

Hamilton replied, shyly looking on the floor.

"What is it."

The gargoyle bluntly asked again.

"He got himself into a duel with one of the Imperators of the Blood Legion…"

"What! No! He cannot duel him! Does he know the repercussions of wounding, or yet, killing someone of that political status?"

"He said that he would duel him purely for the sake of releasing Tribune Brimstone."

"The young boy, how old is he anyways?"

Hudson asked.

"He just turned nineteen 11 months ago."

"What? He's about to be 20. I'm getting to old for this rubbish."

"Well, I'm about to be heading off now, anything you want me to deliver, Goliath?"

"I was going to ask you, Alex, to deliver a message to Elisa for me. Can you please tell her, to meet us at dawn?"

"I will. Don't worry, I'm not gonna wait for it."

Hamilton replied.

"Aye, off ye' be going now lad, Goliath and I best be speaking on private terms now."

Alexander took off, speeding downstairs like a bullet would. The student never had such a supernatural conversation as he just had. Nevertheless, he achieved his main goal. The older gargoyle now faced Goliath alone. The moon silently creeping up behind them as the night dragged on.

"Goliath, what's your plan o' action now?"

"It'd be best if we began to mobilize now. We need to get to Ascalon."

He'd respond.

"And who do ye' expect to help us find those pages?"

"Logan Thackeray. and a woman named, "Commander Shepard. I know them."