Chapter 2: Time to Rescue.

A/N: Here ya go peeps, enjoy! I think I might turn this into a three-shot. Sorry if you won't see much of the D. Va name, the website always deletes it. How many of you are liking this so far? BTW I made a few corrections with the Amélie's name and Lena's catchphrase.

"Now approaching The Caribbean Sea."

The voice of Athena was enough to cause the women to hustle and get their weapons.

"Lock and load luvs here we go."

Zarya snogged her face into Mei who returned the gesture with a final lip peck and they both stood up from the half oval shaped couch while the Asian unsheathed her Blaster and the Russian picked up her bone-spike designed Particle Cannon, her biceps constricting to show off her veins. Mei chuckled in clumsiness as she picked up the Blue Canister from the floor that also served as Snowball's capsule, to strap it to her back effortlessly. When she connected the hose to her gun the gadget came to life with a cold hiss.

Ice Bear was ready. And so was Snowball when he popped out of his resting chamber. The little robot gave no hesitation to start hovering around in joy, especially around Mei and Zarya. If everyone wasn't so busy in prepping themselves for another dangerous mission, they would've been taken aback to see the large woman pat the head of the floating sentient. Snowball watched Orisa stand up from her four- legged sitting position, the green and black titan of a robot cocked her Fusion Driver Cannon with eyes furrowed into "x" positions. She soon caught site of the little drone and lowered her massive weapon to deliver a calm hand wave while her eyes formed into two arrows facing up. Indicating she was greeting him silently. He nodded with multiple sounds from his speakers.

"Rise and shine Snowball!" the enthusiasm never ceased and the omnic floated to Mei to nudge himself against her Beret covered by the hoodie.

Hana clicked away furiously with her thumbs to finish the round she was on upon hearing Lena's command and she squealed in joy when her name appeared on the top five in the leadership boards, her user being at the top as always. She shut off her holo screen and activated her MEKA, the combat unit ready for real action.

Fareeha walked over to pick up her helmet visor and turned around to bend her head a little downwards to stare into the loving eyes of her wife. Angela placed a hand directly onto the armored chest and rose to the tips of her booted toes to mend her lips with Fareeha's, the Egyptian beauty didn't hesitate to nimble on the doctor's lips to allow the black pieces of flesh to secure in a tight lock. They separated with the sound of moist lips coming undone.

"I love you." the swiss beauty said as she dragged a thumb across her wife's tattoo.

"I love you more Habibi, know that if this our last mission I will find you in the next life."

"Likewise."

With their potentially last vows said and done, Pharah attached her visor over her Beret, completing her armor and ready to establish Justice.

Sombra cracked her knuckles and smiled menacingly as she stood in place, she was ready for the action that was to come.

Lena walked to the table containing many weapons from grenades, throwing knives, smoke pellets, to some of the team's personal gadgets. One of them being Amélie's rifle, in which the Brit grabbed without a second thought. She held it in one hand by the handle but stopped when she noticed something was off. The Genuine Golden 44. Magnum Revolver that she carried behind her belt had vanished. Her light blue shades that were advanced customized lenses were gone from the desk along with Amélie's new mode of grapnel transportation. Her bio cables. The gadgets were concealed metallic wrist bands that had a circular polished disk attached to the gloves. Upon mental command from the earpiece, an artificial stream of fluid would fire outwards resembling a very sticky string/rope. Courtesy of Dr. Zeigler, one cartridge was capable of housing thousands of streams, making it plentiful for Amelie to be wasteful. If a shot stream was departed from the shooter after a second or two it would dissolve into thinning dust due to exposure to oxygen. One could say that the cables resembled web from a spider and this was a much more sufficient way for Amélie rather than her standard grapnel hook.

But where exactly were the bio cable shooters?

"Amélie? Did you happen to…." When the Brit turned around her wife was gone. Not a single noise that could've left where she went.

"Luv?" the leader eyed her surroundings a second time before looking back at the table. This didn't necessarily surprise Lena since her wife and Olivia were Masters in the arts of Stealth. But why would she run off at a time like this?

A sharp booted foot that came from the air tapped her shoulder, causing Lena to blink on the alert and was met face to face with an upside-down Amélie. The whole time the French Sniper had a devilish smirk, her Beret not falling or wavering off her head in the least. She puckered her lips while bringing her jaw forward. Signaling Lena to complete the gesture. They both engaged in a passionate kiss despite one of the heads facing right side up while the other, down but they managed. Black lips smuggling the others but soon separated with a small "Muahh" from the once Talon Agent.

The way Widowmaker was dangling was impressive. Her legs almost appeared criss-crossed if not for the platforms of her feet touching each other. Her hands were busy holding onto a single string of cable that was attached to the roof of the ORCA. She quickly abandoned the position and dropped down to the floor once she was using one hand to hold her weight. The cable was now nothing but dried particles evaporating in the air-conditioned room.

The time manipulator then put a hand on her hip. "So."

The taller woman kept her devilish smirk from earlier and asked as if she was unaware. "Yes?"

"Can I have my shades and Revolver back?"

"I wanted to slap that Cowboy when he gave it to you as a "Get well soon gift", that was cruel with intention." From the metallic compartments in her boots she pulled out Lena's things.

"But it sure has come in handy luv, besides, remember what Angela did to him?"

They both were tempted to laugh.

"Restraining his arm to a pull up bar and overriding the control of his artificial one to poorly make himself shave that disgusting facial hair of his?"

"Right you are." The Brit extended her only free hand out since she was holding Amelie's rifle in the other. "Now if you would be so kindly."

"What if I don't want to?" Amélie tempted but with no threat in her voice.

"Then I guess I'll just have to take them from you, or I could say no sex for three days, maybe a week, maybe cancel our little routines."

Amélie liked where this was going.

"You can't take them from me, and you wouldn't dare."

Lena stood her ground even though there was no such thing as hostility in the air.

"I don't need to blink to get them back ya know?"

The French beauty put the gun and shades in one hand and raised it high into the air where it was out of reach for the short leader.

"Then jump to reach your goal."

Instead of replying with words Lena pulled her wife's head in to kiss her. Amélie's eyes were only wide for a second before closing and going with the flow. The two didn't seem like they were going to quit, and they began to wrap their arms around each other. Lena connecting the rifle with the magnetic hexagon on the back of the Sniper's jacket vest and Amélie holstering the Revolver into the hidden slot on Lena's belt near her rear while calmly placing her hands on the Brit's hips. Lena rose on her metallic feet to wrap her arms around Amélie's neck. The scene would have been beautiful if not for the other members being in the same room with only one watching. The two moaned into each other's mouth and Amélie licked Lena's black bottom lip to ask for entrance, and in return she received it. The Sniper's slippery muscle slipped past the matching lips and the two began to feel the symphony of intimacy of a French kiss.

French Kiss? How convenient.

Sombra eyed the woman with a cocked brow before speaking up in protest. "Enough you two. Look at what you started."

The hacker now turned her head to stare at the Doctor and Raptora Pilot smothering themselves with their mouths once again with Fareeha's visor in Angela's hand.

"Great, now we have the Croissant with a side of tea and the Vanilla Mocha Caramel Frappe."

Athena's voice boomed throughout the vessel.

"Welcome to The Caribbean Archipelago."

The ORCA stopped in place catching everyone's attention. The married women separated from their partners with strands of saliva stretching across their maws resulting in an all-out blush fest. It was a miracle when their lipstick was still in place. But they worked quick in composing themselves when everyone was coming towards them. Angela giving the visor back to Fareeha so she could put it on and Amélie unfolding the shades to place them on Lena's eyes. With the back of their hands, they cleaned the excess drool with Sombra internally asking herself if what they had on their mouth was the balm or permanent paint.

"Expendabelles, gather round how you can." They all soon surrounded another table that brought up a hologram of the entire Archipelago and parts of Mexico and South America. On the map was a small Expendabelle mark that constantly blinked to indicate where they were. The ORCA was levitating in place close between the Greater and Lesser Antilles Islands.

"Alright Olivia, show us what we got."

The hacker placed a sharp red nail colored palm onto the table, the systems overriding their intended purpose and multiple red framed holo squares popped up.

"Basic info shows that Topher Calvin is being held as a Ransom hostage in a Talon base located in an unmarked island in the Lesser Antilles." Sombra made several hand gestures and one of the squares grew larger than the others.

"Lucky for me I absorbed as much knowledge as I could for almost every Talon hidden base on the planet, not all of them unfortunately." The image was that of a small island from a far-away perspective but from a close-up sight, the land mass was huge. "Since Topher was reported to have been abducted in Cancun this base is the closest that they could've taken him to, I highly doubt that they had already transported him since they wouldn't bother going overseas only for Stanford to submit and call for the meeting to retrieve his son."

Lena stroked her chin in thought. "We need to find this boy once we infiltrate the base and neutralize as much of those bastards as we can, it's a good thing the ole girl stopped before we could travel any further. I'm guessing they have radar scanners for anything miles away from the perimeter?"

"Estas en lo cierto Chica."

On the island there was a towering fifty-meter metallic Watchtower resembling a jagged spear, it was on the edge inside a massive oval shaped wall that rose up to a lower thirty meters with an entrance that announced the only way in and out of the base surrounded by beaches and tropical forests. Inside said wall were two more that separated the deck with agents gathering around for a presentation, another was that of a large concrete field housing dozens of iron monger machines, and last was the large cube shaped building that was the heart of the base. The fields were filled with all kinds of lethal assault. From tanks, to battle copters, and heavily armed soldiers that weren't afraid of the artillery operated by their allies.

Sombra swiped the box showing the island and brought up another that showed a radar scan of the whole land surrounded by water.

"The Watchtower is our main concern since it scans almost anything within Ten Miles, aerial wise at a certain altitude however, not so much." Lena's face contorted in concentration after what was said by Olivia. Something wasn't right.

Mei eyed the leader before confidently speaking up. "Tracer, is there something else on your mind?" that sole question is what made everyone stop staring at the screens to look at the time manipulator.

"Well, yes Ice Bear, don't get me wrong I got the statement but all this doesn't seem right."

"How so?" asked Pharah.

"This place is heavily armed. Too heavily armed. I believe that the boy is there, but he is not where we would find him."

Angela took time to think it through before agreeing. "Excellent thinking child, they wouldn't go out of their way to set up all of this just to protect one person, they did this in case they received any surprise attacks. They must be keeping him somewhere else on the island."

Tracer looked at Sombra in a pleading manner. "Luv do you think you could show us an entire scale of the land, and not just what you have picked up so far?"

Things were never meant to be so simple.

"Sorry Chica, I can pull it off but not like this, not right now, I need to sync with the main control room which just so happens to be in the building itself." Everyone stiffened at that.

"Well what about the Watchtower?"

"The Watchtower's control room is only meant to use the radar, not an entire scale scan. But the good thing is that if I could get there, I'll be able to disarm the sentry guns placed on multiple segments of the walls, along with overriding the security footage so that the main base doesn't pick us up while we infiltrate and the ones on the inside will be blind as to what's going on outside."

Tracer smiled at the disadvantage they had. Come to think of it now she was officially glad to have Sombra on the team. The Hacker understood so much about the enemy, especially Talon, and she explained things to make the operation simple despite it being originally suicidal.

"Alright then, here's what we'll do, first things first is to get to the Watchtower. Once we are within range and at a higher altitude then what is expected on the map, Mercy, Pharah." The ones capable of full throttled flight paid close attention to Tracer. "You both will take Widowmaker and Sombra down to the highest antenna, she will be cloaking you from the scanners. Once you both do your part you will head back to the ORCA as fast as you can since…..well, you know why." Everyone chuckled.

Lena now spoke to just her wife and the Hacker. "You two will neutralize the crew aboard and Sombra will verify when it's safe to land on the island by the shore, I'll explain the rest once we communicate again, Athena? Did you get all that Luv?"

The voice from the speaker spoke with seriousness. "Loud and clear Tracer."

The black and jagged designed vessel turned to its destination midair and propelled straight to the Talon Base. Athena steered the ship to where it went past the recorded altitude of five thousand feet. Now they floated directly above the massive tower. Making them one step closer to begin the rescue of Topher Calvin.

Pharah, Mercy, Widowmaker, and Sombra were standing next to the shuttle doors that would lead out to the open dark skies. Pharah had her gun styled hover jets at the ready. Angela, upon mental command, summoned her staff in her hand and expanded her concealed carbon fiber wings, their design resembled nothing like the Valkyrie suit. Knives from different sizes made up the base while machine guns, Snipers, and assault rifles made up the rest. They completed her outfit nicely.

"You both watch out for each other alright?" Tracer finished to the two who would be setting foot first onto the tower.

Sombra adjusted her Beret one more time. "I've got her back."

Widowmaker secured her ring before doing the same as Olivia. "And I have hers."

Mercy wrapped an arm around Widowmaker's slim waste and Pharah picked up the smaller Hispanic into her arms.

"No intentes nada conmigo Chica, recuerdate que estas casada."

Amélie rolled her eyes at that remark but overall followed Angela's gesture. It was going to be a bumpy ride.

Athena's voice came from warning. "I advise for those who will not be departing to step back." and so they did.

The shuttle doors opened revealing a large blue aurora shield in its place. Its purpose wasn't an actual shield since it was only meant to protect the inside from the elements of high winds. But statistically speaking, anyone or anything could pass through with a simple push.

The Brit stared into the eyes of her wife as all four were lifted off the ground.

"Je t'aime." They said in a low whisper.

Mercy and Pharah disappeared from their spots along with Widowmaker as the hacker made a quick tap to each of their shoulder, rendering them invisible and leaving the safety of the ORCA.

The high winded air scraped across the edge of the large antenna followed by four stealth cloaked forces approaching the tip. Pharah immediately dropped Sombra onto the upper half whereas Mercy helped Widowmaker get a grip on the lower part. The bird Moms wasted no time in turning their course back upwards and rocketed back to the ship, having only a full minute to spare before the synchronization of the cloaking technology wore off.

The two former Talon agents nodded to each other and began to free style fall to a single balcony platform attached to the giant jagged tower. The height they were surrounded by not once making them dizzy and their heels never once making a sound. Sombra quickly extended a tendon of a red beam from her index finger to engulf Widowmaker's communicator. This way they both would stay cloaked until Olivia allowed otherwise. The two noticed an elevator and ducked over the railing leading to a potential fall to the death when the casket containing six Talon agents manifested from traveling up. Widowmaker grabbed onto a bottom rail while enforcing a tight grip on Sombra hanging from her other. The French beauty raised the Mexican high, so they could both see what was going on. The six agents went around the corner of the balcony, disappearing into a room that could not be seen by either of the Expendabelles. Within five minutes another six came out while making their way to the elevator.

The two now knew what was going on, Shift turns.

They waited until the scum went down with the elevator to jump back over the rail. Time waited for no one and Widowmaker dashed for the platform that would lead to the antennas to climb back up. Sombra went straight around but crouched as soon as she was coming towards the edge of the bulletproof glass door. She made no hesitation to peak past the glass to see a small oval shaped room, the control room, with six of the agents looking at the holo screens showing radars and security footage. Sombra stood back up on her booted feet and looked behind her to make sure no one was there. Not that she would have any trouble considering the Sniper would've taken out whoever was coming her way. When she turned back she placed a palm over the keypad next to the door and silently overruled the code to open it. The sound startled five of the agents and they looked back to see no one except for an invisible Sombra and Widowmaker walking in to stand quietly on each side of the door.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?" one said while standing up from his observing chair.

"One of us should go check." Protested another similar dressed agent.

"It's probably nothing man." Came the pathetic reply of the agents who had taken off his helmet, revealing his neatly shaven face and buzz cut with a rolled-up burning joint in his mouth. No wonder the room spelled odd to the two Expendabelles. Sombra however, was yearning for the taste with a slick smile.

"At least it's getting the smell out of here."

"Are you gonna share this time?"

"Hey you dick heads! Take this seriously for once would ya'll?! The unnamed agent who had spoken first slammed a hand on the armrest of his chair and got up to go past Widowmaker and Sombra, the two devilishly grinning upon not being seen. He came back in but not before closing the glass again. Having almost touched Sombra's hand but she moved it away just in time, so the agent could tap the code into the advanced key pad on the wall. The others had questionable faces under their helmets but didn't bother asking when the man sat down in his chair to face his monitor.

"Told you it was nothing man."

"Will you shut up? you're high as shit right now. It's bad enough you're stoned but now we got an electrical malfunction up here? What's next?"

Had anyone predicted his words, they would've yelped, "You shouldn't have said that."

"Us." came the voices of the Masters of stealth as they appeared behind their backs. Widowmaker bathed in the arts of the killer and unsheathed her blade from her belt. It was a Gil Hibben Bowie Knife that rivaled the length of a Machete. The handle was made of mended steel and ivory with The Expendabelles symbol on it. The blade was unique with its Titanium enforced serrated edges made to penetrate the thickest of standardized armor. The tip had been sharpened to the point of fulfilling its purpose of optional stabbing.

"Wha…." The one who was intoxicated never had the chance to finish as The Widowmaker decapitated him right on the spot, his body being thrown onto the floor to let his severed stump gush out tremendously. Sombra unsheathed the beams from her fingers into hardened claws and swiped them across the throat of an agent next to the now dead one, the brace on his neck providing no protection whatsoever. Olivia thought quick and twisted the neck of another who was just now beginning to comprehend what was going on. As another he reached for his side arm Sombra tilted backwards to avoid the incoming blade that pierced straight through the glass socket of the agent's visor. The remaining two were now officially up with one of them going straight for the offense. He swung a hard haymaker but Sombra smiled tauntingly as she stabbed her claws into his inner elbow while pulling out her own blade that was the same design as the rest of the team. She hacked away at his rib cage earning pain filled gasps and the Hacker delivered the final blow by pulling out her bloodied claws from the uncovered joint and stabbed her index and middle fingers into the glass eyes, the claws coming out from the back of the so called protective helmet. The last one standing knew he was going down for sure, so for his final act he reached for the rectangular red button on his monitor, but his deed was brutally interrupted when a massive knife stabbed his hand down into the desk and another was placed onto his neck. He whizzed drastically from the pain when he felt the blade twist in his Kevlar gloved hand.

"Hola Pendejo." He yelped when he turned to see the one holding his injured hand in place. He had to do everything he could to focus despite his pain. Her features made him immediately remember who she was, the long hair sticking out of the Beret said it all.

"S….S…Sombra?" his body began to shake when he felt the knife up to his throat press harder by the other women he had yet to identify. "Ma'am?...what have we...GGRAAHHHHHH!"

The weapon twisted even more in his flesh, the sound of bone grinding was music to the women.

"I'm not your damn superior anymore Pendejo. Didn't you here about my disappearance? No?" he didn't answer since he was too afraid and hurt to even think of a word. "He's all yours Amiga, Matalo."

There was no relief when the blade was torn from the hand and the agent felt his helmet being removed by the other, exposing his small styled Mohawk and beard. He was lifted by the throat into the air by the tall Sniper, slowly cutting off his oxygen. Fear was the last emotion he felt when The Widowmaker's own knife sunk into the lower half of his bulletproof vest causing him to hoarsely let out a nasty cough. The hard fingers gear his head down to look at his killer. His eyebrows going past his hairline in shock.

"Wid…w….Widowmaker? Your skin…..your eyes!" blood began to leak past his lips in a small waterfall.

"Bonjour votre ordure." Amélie snickered before dragging her blade horizontally across his entrails and tossed his slowly turning corpse onto the headless agent across the floor. "Au revoir."

The two Expendabelles high fived each other and they each pulled out a royal blue thick cloth from their belts that appeared to be made of rubber and latex. They wiped the crimson off their blades effortlessly and sheathed them back into their holsters. Their next move was to wipe their hands of the fluids as well, the scent and color coming off in a gif. Once that was done they waited for a while to let the steam clean technology built into their cloths evaporate the stains to the point where they didn't look dirty anymore.

"Some things haven't changed eh Chica?" Sombra folded the cloth back into her belt.

"I do what I must, to keep you all safe and get the mission done. You are actually improving your brutality, it makes a great partner with your speed."

Sombra used her so called speed again just in time to avoid the dark trail of blood that almost touched the matching exposed pedicured toes of her boots.

"Que asco, I just got them done."

Widowmaker chuckled while side stepping over the trail of crimson and retrieved her rifle to aim straight for the closed glass door, she turned the caliber up with a flick of her thumb, ready to shred whatever or whoever showed up to interrupt the session.

"Do your thing Olivia, I have us covered." The Sniper didn't see Sombra nod her heard but she heard the tendrils of the Hacker extending to sync into the small computers that served as the Watchtower control room.

Amélie felt the urge to make a quick pointer. "I was honestly expecting this to be a little different. For a Watchtower, this place is not so guarded whatsoever. Only six on watch duty? How pathetic?"

"This place was not meant to be infiltrated since anything within the expanded radar would be reduced to dust via missiles if not identified. Talon didn't deem this place necessary for extra security." Sombra replied as her brain began to process the information she was retrieving. "Sorry but this may take a while."

"Oui, no pressure."

Sombra felt the question lingering in the back of her cybernetic mind and brought it up just to pass the time.

"When the Cabron over there spoke his last words….what did he mean by your skin and your eyes? Well, I get your skin because your heart rate is back to normal, but what happened to your implants? Did you dye them?" that simple question was enough to make the renamed Oxton feel the guilt she experienced upon learning what had happened to her biogenetic eyes. In all in all honesty Amélie did not want to answer the question, but then again, this was her friend, her best friend. And she was a team member, The Expendabelles had all exchanged problems and secrets in the past. It was only right to tell the truth to Olivia.

Widowmaker kept her aim to the door but brought her arm away from the base of the gun to adjust her Beret. Let the revelation begin.

"I didn't dye them Mon Amie, these are not my implants, and they are not my eyes."

Sombra cocked an eye brow at this. "Sorry what?"

"They are not my implants, and they are not my eyes…they are Lena's eyes."

The Mexican didn't even realize she had a slack jaw from slight shock until she closed it and swallowed the saliva forming near her Uvula.

"Madre de Dios are you serious?" it was a rhetorical question and they both knew it.

There was a half second silence before Sombra asked how was it possible.

"When Angela was fixing everything that had been done to me, she noticed my implants when she spilt by entire hair line to relieve the blood in my frontal lobe and to retrieve the damaged tracking device that was placed in. The procedures had been done but Lena wanted to know the full description of my flaws. She didn't take it too well when Angela told her I had artificial eyes….so my Chérie donated her precious orbs so that I may where them and restore my natural vision."

Olivia turned her glowing head around to meet Amélie's saddened expression. "But….."

"Oui, Lena's eyes are actually my implants that have been genetically modified to fit her cellular structure and nervous system. The surgery was both easy and hard for Angela since she didn't want Lena to do such a thing, and this was before she lost her legs. In the end she got her way and the transplanting had been done while I was still in comatose. Lena recovered in less than three days and by that time Angela had changed the pigment tone of the bright golden pupils." Sombra listened to every word, so this explained why the married couple had the same eye color.

"And when did you find out about your eyes?"

"When we went into hiding after the destruction of the Watchpoint. Angela had healed Lena's stumps but when I spotted a file on her x-rays I noticed the technology showing up in her sockets. I was reddened with anger and guilt on why would she do such a thing. No wonder my pupils were no longer yellow." her grip tightened around the handle.

"She loves you Chica. This proves that she is willing to do whatever it takes to see you more alive and well than you ever were before, during, and after what these Pendejos did to you."

"I do love her, if it wasn't for her I would not be here, I would but under different circumstances along with you." Sombra chuckled at that statement. "I never once feel the spark dimming when I'm with her. I love my Chérie, I am Amélie Oxton, wife to the leader and founder of The Expendabelles, ces salauds ne me contrôlent pas nit oi." Widowmaker protested in her thick accent.

Sombra resisted the urge to cackle in agreement. Her synchronization had been finished when the lights in the control room went dim and the glowing antennas went dark. The hacker retracted her tendons from the systems, she now had full control of the tower.

"Perfecto, you can let your guard down Amélie, no one is coming up the elevator, I deemed it out of service."

"Very well." The sniper lowered her gun.

The Hacker popped her knuckles before manifesting multiple red hexagons around them both. Inside the holographic figures was security footage that Sombra began to tamper with. "I got to work quick with this, I'm selecting footage from several nights ago to replace the live streaming from the cameras of the base behind the walls. When Tracer allows us to unleash hell the ones inside won't be able to see what is truly going on outside. Don't worry about the drones recording from the walls, I'm taking care of it…and done!"

Widowmaker patted her friends shoulder.

"Time for the second half." Sombra placed a palm onto a screen showing schematics for the sentry units. After typing away furiously the machines from her screen beeped in confirmation that they had been deactivated. Last but most certainly not least for the night, a figure of an advanced sensor mine popped up followed by a thermal radar scan of the island's jungle manifesting, the perimeter was swarmed with the triggered explosives.

"Better deactivate all these toys, we wouldn't want our comrades to infiltrate with missing parts now do we?"

"Non."

And just like that, with a snap from those red metallic fingers was enough to rupture the mines into a small whizzing explosion, rendering them useless. One by one the hundreds of placed detonators disappeared off the thermal readings. Once that was done Sombra clapped her hands together to make a new hexagon appear, she spread it wide open to reveal it had the Expendabelles symbol. A simply tap of the center was enough to send the call to the ORCA. Within seconds the screen now showed Tracer, with the rest of her crew with her.

"Luvs! Glad you called." She gave a small wave to them.

Widow blew a kiss without bringing a hand to her mouth while Sombra grinned in happiness. "We are done here Tracer, it's time to land."

"Of course, in the meantime I want you both to take out as much of the crew guarding the walkways of the walls as you can. I will send Mercy and Pharah to give you the support if necessary. Meet us at the entrance/exit gates once you are done."

"Entendido mi Commandante." They both shut their synced call and Widowmaker took this time to strap her rifle onto her back again.

"Are you ready?"

"Sí."

The door was swung open upon Sombra's hacking command and they made their way out, only for Amélie to realize that she didn't hear Olivia's footsteps behind her. She turned around to find the Hacker hunched over the desk while avoiding the disgusting sticky puddles of blood.

"Sombra? What are you…"

"Come to Mama." Sombra grabbed the bag full of dozens of rolled up spliffs.

"Are you serious Olivia?" the French beauty put a hand on her hip.

"Hey, unlike headless down there I will actually share, besides." She opened the bag to steal a whiff and brought her head up with a dreamy look. "I think some of these are Hash."

Widowmaker features contorted into a look of interest.

"You better share Mon Amie, now let's go. No use of having you high on this Mission."

Sombra rolled up the bag and shoved it into one of the hidden pouches of her jacket vest. "Relax Chica, it takes a few to get me….relaxed."

Widow rolled her eyes and gave a gentle push when Sombra went past her out the door. They walked to the railing set to find the wonderful breeze hitting their faces with the view of the night sky and full moon over the endless dark horizon. Among the obsidian abyss they could see the ORCA drifting downward to land near the clean sandy beaches.

"C'mon." Widowmaker wrapped an arm around Sombra's waste. "Let's kill some écume de Talon."

The taller women jumped over the safety of the balcony, shooting a string of bio cable once they finished falling for a few meters. The Sniper used her only arm to freestyle her way down the exoskeleton of the tower with Sombra tucked safely at her side. The Hacker used this opportunity to cloak them once they were approaching the walkway of the wall and Widowmaker tossed Sombra outward with a good throw, so she could land with a spin. The sentry drone stationed right in front of her not once reacting with its shut down sensors.

They both now switched to their commlinks.

"Go back up to the tower, I will take out whoever is on this segment. You take out the ones around the perimeter."

"Oui." The once again invisible Widowmaker fired strands from her wrist to travel back up to the platform, only this time she shot a cable to the bottom of the balcony and wrapped it around a calve to leave her hanging upside down. She seductively bent her unwrapped leg to create more tension as she un-holstered her weapon from her back. Her shades activated to show infrared scans of agents all over the walkways. The scope extended on the rifle and the Sniper looked in it the way a pirate did with a telescope. She was really enjoying the sight since the scope showed only the outline of the Hacker slicing her way passed guards who fell dead. To the rest of the world, they didn't even know how these men were going down. Amélie noticed that Olivia threw something over the edge and she grinned when the Translocator disappeared into the depths below.

Enough sightseeing, it was time to kill.

"This is it Luvs, no turning back, we dash for the forests and jungle without stopping, Mercy, Pharah, take to the skies. If they are in stealth mode, then scout with caution. Do not get caught. We don't know the methods these agents will use to sound the horn."

The Doctor gripped her staff. "Ja."

"Understood." Pharah's smile was seen from the bottom of the helmet.

Athena's voice spoke with no hesitation. "Departing in five."

Lena bend her knees with the team behind her.

"Four."

Mercy and Pharah spread their wings.

"Three."

Snowball hovered next to Ice Bear.

"Two."

Zarya flexed her biceps drastically as D. Va and Orisa cocked their primary weapons once more.

"One."

The shuttle doors opened leading out to the beach.

"Good luck Expendabelles."

Tracer sprinted out with a blink to get a head start and the rest followed behind as they ran straight towards the jungle. Mercy and Pharah deploying into the air side by side. Orisa moved fast for her size and galloped onward with her four legs. Ice Bear's brows furrowed with her blaster at the ready and picked up the pace with her boots as they scrunched into the muddy sand. Zarya was a raging bull since the large cannon in her arms was not enough to stop her, her breathing never once fazing. The MEKA had caught up to Orisa and let out a fuming steam from the exhaust pipes. The grounded Expendabelles blindly charged into the trees that would eventually lead to the solid walls of the Talon base. Tracer made things more interesting by blinking into the pines and jumping her way through the greenery. Ice Bear sprayed one or two massive layers of ice from the direction in front of her and soon skied her way with a confident smile, the humidity of the natural island floor doing its job in melting the elemental creation. The rest of the muscle showed no mercy to the vegetation since ramming their bodies was the simplest form of getting through. Orisa having ruptured a thick bush in front of her.

After a good stamina lasting ten minutes Tracer blinked to come face to face with the entrance to the thirty-meter height wall, they were out of the jungle when all the members who couldn't fly rounded up together to share the leader's expression. Sombra had done her part, the search lights around the heavy shuttle doors were out and the sentry guns on top took no interest to the trespassers. Lena smiled when she noticed Sombra's Translocator was just a few meters away from her feet.

As if on cue, Mercy and Pharah soared from the dark skies to levitate slowly to the ground and reunite with the team.

"Well that was fast, are you lot sure you don't want to scout again?"

Angela giggled while holstering her pistols. "That won't be necessary child."

The leader took a step back when the Translocator beeped and Sombra manifested from it. Widowmaker came from over the wall and slowed down her fall at the last second by shooting a cable to stick to the concrete. The wire stretched and was let go to dissolve.

"Well done Luvs, we made it." the former time agent looked up one more time before speaking to the team. "Now the hard part begins, we go over the wall. If I recall, Sombra stated that the first segment has agents scattered throughout the deck for a presentation. We listen and hear what they have to say for the moment. We will use the classic Ransom exchange for the boy."

Everyone eyed Mercy who had a large satchel over her shoulders but carefully strapped to avoid her wings.

"If this doesn't work, we proceed with, "The warning Shot." Widowmaker gripped her weapon so tight her knuckles turned white under her glove.

"Once we neutralize a vast of the enemy from above, follow my lead alright? You lot will know when you see it. Any questions?" No one dared to speak up. "Let's get to it already, climb!"

The Expendabelles lined up next to each other once they approached the wall, Sombra picking up her portable Translocator in the process. Widowmaker was the first to zip up considering she had to return to the tower to be the eye in the sky. Mercy grabbed Tracer by her waste and launched into the air, the weight not affecting her whatsoever. Pharah picked up Sombra without hesitation and mimicked Mercy's flight pattern. Hana proceeded with aiming her black painted MEKA upwards and activated the boosters to take her away from the safety of the ground. Ice Bear waved to her girlfriend before Snowball found his place at her side. She geared the settings on her blaster and aimed it right in the middle of her feet. The Ice Wall manifested upon pulling the trigger and it grew higher, taking Mei up in the process. Orisa and Zarya nodded to each other and they both aimed to fire a heavy grapnel line that latched onto the edge of the giant structure, Orisa's coming from her humanoid arm and Zarya's coming from a bottom compartment of her massive bone spiked cannon. Within seconds they were both zooming up with the cable, not once straining from their weight. Orisa occasionally used her legs to walk up the wall. Once they reached the top, the team ignored the dead guards that littered the area and peaked over the safety of their perch.

Sombra was right, the deck was full of Talon agents, all dressed in their infantry armor and multiple platoons were lined up in rows to form a square. A total of three. In front of them all were four individuals at attention that stood out compared to everyone else. Their red shoulder pads and multiple matching outlines on their uniforms indicated their positions as Infantry Sergeants. They had to get closer if they wanted to install a proper eavesdrop. To the team's utter luck, the inside of the wall had a tunnel sticking out that lead to the exit. Tracer quietly instructed them all to mimic their actions from before and they lowered down to the roof of the squared tunnel that stood at fifteen meters. It was a good thing that the set and placed search lights were shining down to the field while they stayed hidden in the shadows.

Now it was time to see what the fuss was all about. The sergeants waited patiently as the advanced Camera on the thick tripod beeped to record them all. To the women, it was hard to tell whether it was live to the Holonet or not.

"Greetings Standford Calvin." Spoke the first leader. "As you may know already, we are Talon. And we bring a message from our superior regarding your Son. Commander Avery Dixon, leader of this established base, is willing to negotiate."

Another spoke up with a tint of taunting. "That is of course you have already forgotten the child to continue with your successful corporation."

Tracer squinted her eyes with hatred at such saying. Stanford depended on her to bring him back his heir.

The third sergeant followed suit from his evenly ranked comrades. "As to discuss payment for his release, it will cost you a pretty penny, which we hope will be converted to Credits. It should not be a problem for you."

"Those greedy fuckers." The leader whispered just enough so her team could hear her. She tapped into her commlink. "Widowmaker, take out the camera. Everyone draw your weapons once the footage is destroyed.

The fourth Talon operative spoke his line without stuttering. "Scheduling for this meeting will be….."

The next was unpredictable and the camera exploded into a barrage of sparks, rendering the piece of equipment dead. What followed suite was a large satchel being tossed right at their feet from the sky, causing their hearts to beat fast and the lower ranking agents to aim their weapons upward past the search lights to see who had thrown such a thing. The Sergeants couldn't see much past the abyss thanks to the illumination, but they could make out the faint glow of green, blue, and red.

"STATE YOUR IDENTITY!"

The voice from the roof of the tunnel spoke loud and clear without yelling.

"There is your money! Release the boy!"

They were all taken by surprise to hear a young woman protest to them without fear. It even sounded young. This was defiantly something the Sergeants did not expect. They eyed the bag and noticed the shine of Credits radiant in the light, a huge wad of European Credits.

One and two were put together, Mercenaries had infiltrated their base. What a pathetic tactical move. The men behind them were instructed to steady their aim and wait for the perfect moment to fire. If the satchel did have such money. Was it the correct balance?

"HOW MUCH IN THERE!?"

"Ten Million!"

The Sergeants did the most immature thing to go with their arrogance and laughed amongst each other while still holding their ground.

"YOU MEN SURE HAVE SOME BALLS LETTING THE LADY DO ALL THE TALKING! WRONG RAMSOM, OUR COMMANDER DEMANDS FIVE HUNDRED MILLION!"

Angela rolled her eyes. Her thoughts were in sync with her daughter. This tactic would not have worked in a million years. She took her fingers of the triggers of her pistols, waiting for the carnage to begin.

"YOU HAVE EXACTLY TWO SECONDS TO SURRENDER BEFORE WE…"

Lena howled at the top of her lungs.

"WARNING SHOT!"

The order was given, and the field leaders met their maker when each of their heads combusted into nothing but blood and gore along with their helmets. Their bodies fell while spasming due to nerves.

Widowmaker smiled at her handy work from far away. "Lay low Chérie."

The scene was back to the team who witnessed the carnage.

"Lay low Luvs!" they all ducked as best as they could, the muscled Woman and the machines moving backwards since they were too big to take cover, as the firing of ballistics roared throughout their ears and sky. The leaders were gone, all that was left were the once aligned soldiers who were scattering like chickens while continuing their assault.

"Sombra! Turn the lights off." the Mexican did as she was told and brought up a small hexagon to press it as if it were a button. On command the search lights, along with the ones attached to the huge inner perimeters of the wall segment, ceased their aiding glow. The gunfire seemed to have gone for a full minute before they yelled among one another to stop shooting. They couldn't shoot when they couldn't see.

"Give them a wakeup call, would ya luvs!?" she yelled to the robot, MEKA pilot, and the female giant.

"With pleasure!"

"You can count on me!"

"As you wish Commander!"

The three nearly threw themselves off the edge and began firing their weapons into the crowd of leaderless soldiers, they had no choice but to defend themselves through the faint dark.

Zarya blindly shot round after round of Explosive charges, sending dozens of men into the air and some perished upon being victim of an incoming one. Hana smiled menacingly as she put her gaming skills to use by endlessly peppering the men with her Fusion Cannons. Orisa ignored the ballistics colliding against her armor and mercilessly used her Fusion driver to dispatch into the slaughter. She had been programed to be a guardian, a protector of the innocent. Choosing the life of war and killing was not her intention with her sentient mind but she had to do this. For the greater good, for her Master, and for her Commander of this operation. Zarya barely had time to avoid a bullet that wheezed past her ear lobe and flung herself back while firing one more explosive charge.

Tracer noticed this and spoke to her second motherly figure who had a tight grip on her cannon.

"Pharah, take to the air! Mercy, help her if necessary." The bird Moms wasted no time in flying off the roof to participate in the action. Tracer blinked on the back haunch of Orisa and peaked behind to eye what was going on. To her satisfaction despite the darkness, the once calm field had turned into a destructive war zone. Slabs of concrete were everywhere along with bodies that were piling up, some were even on fire. Others who were trying to aim for the skies received ruptured heads from the hidden Widowmaker. She looked up to spot Angela shooting her advanced pistols into the decreasing crowds rather than provide the damage boost beam from her staff into her wife, who just so happened to carefully shoot rockets into the ground, creating echoing booms to scare the field agents.

"Luvs!" she yelped to the others still on the roof besides the heavy supporters. "Let's move!"

"Sí!" Sombra yelled in excitement as she unnecessarily cocked her machine pistol and disappeared without a trace.

Tracer leaped off Orisa and performed various spins before disappearing in time to dodge several bullets that could've collided with her head and torso. Ice Bear prepared herself to jump off the ledge with Snowball but not before being grabbed by the nape of her hoodie, she was turned around harshly and was kissed by Zarya who was down on one knee. They separated after a second or two.

"Keep yourself safe my little Ice Bear, always mind your surroundings!"

"I will, c'mon Snowball!" the Chinese woman encased herself in ice as she headed down to the massacre without fear. Her form landed on top of a large agent and his body caved in from the pressure. By this point the lights came to life once again, giving every living thing in the area the proper sight of vision.

When the case broke Mei bashed her ice styled brass knuckles across his already disoriented helmet less head. Tracer appeared several feet away from her along with Sombra.

Pharah noticed this and pulled her steady finger away from the cannon trigger, thanking God that she didn't accidentally blow up her comrades. The heavy-duty members who were still up on the platform ceased the intensity of their fire to prevent injury to the allies on the deck.

"Finish em off!" the remaining agents who were brave yet foolish, suffered the wrath of the all-female third-party team that had come from who knows where to kill them. Almost nobody was left standing and the Hacker did the team a favor by double checking who was alive and who wasn't by emptying her magazines into the downed soldiers. Her theory was proven right when some jolted from the lethal assault.

The ones who Tracer playfully called "Tanks" from time to time cracked the concrete under their hydraulics when the landed from the fifteen-meter jump.

The Expendabelles did not let their guard down just yet on the war zone. They heard a noise from above but quickly lowered their weapons when they saw their Sniper swoop down with her cables. The French beauty rolled when her booted toes touched the floor and inserted another magazine into her rifle at the ready. Mercy and Pharah had come down just in time to see one last soldier manifesting from the fires limping terribly. He paid no mind to the women and weakly pulled out something from his ruined vest.

A communicator!

"One more!" Tracer aimed at him along with Mercy, Sombra, Widowmaker, and Ice Bear. He was mutilated beyond recognition when ballistics mixed with plasmas entered every part of his torso and his knee caps were taken out by Icicle Shots. "Rest in Pieces!"

They all laughed out loud in unison.

Commander Avery Dixon, a woman who was capable of being cruel and ruthless whenever she deemed it necessary, which was most of the time, stood with her head held high and behind her crew of many monitor operating Agents. She wore a neatly pressed uniform given to her by Talon when she had been promoted to Field Base Strike Commander and stationed at this facility as her first assignment. Black combat boots covered her feet with neat black dress pants tucked into them. Her flexible dress jacket was lined with gold buttons running down the left side along with several unknown metals upon her breast. Her shoulders had two patched symbols on each side, one representing her rank, and the other was the Talon symbol. Her wavy black hair was tied up into a tight bun and covered by a dark purple Military Beret with the styled "T". Her face, would have been described as beautiful if not for the hideous scar that ran from her hair line to her throat. Her eyes forming bags from sleep deprivation and her mouth was full of yellow teeth from the constant smoking of cigars.

She pondered in thought after scolding her men on why was no one reporting in from the walkways and Watchtower. They made several attempts to explain to her, but she was easily frustrated with the results. She didn't care if the footage demonstrated that everything was alright. She wanted to know why no one was answering and why the platoons she ordered were not on the field of the first segment passageway within the walls. They were supposed to prepare to deliver the message for Calvin about his brat.

God how she hated the little twerp. For the first few days he would never stop crying. She hated that she was standing here now when she could be doing so many other productive things in other bases. But then again, she was ordered to be stationed here. She would get her time. Oh yes, she will. She knew how to climb the ranks. And she wasn't going to stop.

An echoing boom shook the building just a little. The sound proof layered walls were enough to hold back all sounds from outside.

"What in God's name was that?!" she sneered through her untreated teeth.

"Ma'am." One was brave enough to speak. "I am getting a transmission call from the second segment, for some odd reason it sounds disoriented."

"Perfect, another technical malfunction, just like the rest of you."

The agent gulped but explained to his superior. "I am playing it now on the monitor."

"*******Co…..Dixon. We…..hearing…ide the…**********"

"Give me one good reason why it sounds like that."

No one dared to answer. She pulled out a polished .50 caliber Desert Eagle from the holster on her hip.

"If I have to ask one more time I will use this."

The agent wasted no time. "You were right from the beginning my Commander, there truly is a malfunction in the system."

"Get fucking too it, Soldier!"

"Yes Ma'am."

The tension was starting to creep up on the neck of Dixon, just what the hell was going on out there?

Angela eyed the dead bodies that were scattered all around the area. "I'd pity whoever has to clean up, but then again, this place won't be standing by the time we are through."

"Exactly Habibi." Pharah agreed while kicking a severed head inside a helmet.

Lena popped her neck while adjusting her Beret.

"Everyone catch a breather, the next will require absolute team work. Sombra!" the Hacker looked to her leader in waiting. "Luv, I need you to show us what lies behind door number two."

The hexagon Olivia chose grew bigger to show the rest of the team.

"This is gonna be the toughest yet Chica, the next field houses the firepower that we can't handle all on our own. The soldiers just past those doors are Juggernauts, lined with steel enforced silicone. Aiding them are the artillery that could tear us to shreds. From battle copters to tanks under the caliber of Rattlers, Diamond backs, and Mambas. All equipped with three-dimensional grounded hover platforms."

Tracer and Lena looked to each other a nodded with confidence. The swiss beauty placed a hand on her hip before protesting out loud.

"Then perhaps we should bring out the JAEGAR into the battlefield for the first time. After all, this is the perfect time to use it."

Everyone was surprised at this. The powerful grounded weapon had been used in the past during drills at the base by the team, but never has it been used for battle. Just the thought of deploying the mechanical beast sent shivers down their spines. But of course, they had to trust each other. This was not the time for such doubt.

Lena had made the final decision and tapped into her communicator. "Athena, lock on to our location, this is not a drill, deploy the JAEGAR."

"As you wish."

The sound of the ORCA grew louder and Sombra activated the shuttle doors to allow the giant vessel in. one of the things that made it so giant was to large compartment at the bottom that had been added thanks to Angela and Efi. The customized ship hovered in place a few meters away from The Expendabelles and they all held onto their Berets, so they wouldn't fly away due to the gusting winds of the engines.

"Deploying JAEGAR, ready for combat."

The large tank like vehicle dropped out onto the war zone concrete, it's weight cracking its surroundings as it hit the floor.

The ORCA spun in the direction where it came from and departed outwards to the dark skies.

The team eyed their new muscle that was built to carry them all. The color was an obsidian black to match its carrier. Four impossible appearing customized wheels held it in place, they almost appeared to be wheels resembling the monster trucks of old, only they were thicker and designed for war, not to mention they didn't hold the whole thing high. They were on the sides the way they should be like a transporter or car. And that is exactly how the base looked like. An armored car with compartments meant to open so that each could fit in and be protected from heavy fire. The cock pit in the center only had one seat for one Dr. Angela Ziegler. She was the pilot after all. But it took The Expendabelles to unleash its full fury. Polished metal shined over its twenty-foot length and height.

Lena grinned wickedly when the engines came to life with a tremoring roar.

"The cavalry's here."

A/N: Phew! For those who are reading I hope you enjoy this! please don't forget to like, follow or review. The next chap will be the last one.