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"Overwatch?" Mindy repeated. They were still in front of the couch ride and looked around the room they were in. There weren't many people in the room, about ten or eleven were still there.
"One minute." Will said, walking over to a microphone. He pushed a button near it and adjusted the microphone. "Attention Overwatch. This is Top Shot speaking. Hit Girl is in the headquarters as a neutral party. Do not attack. If you've chosen to ignore this message, that's your problem." He pushed the button again and turned to Dave and Mindy. "It's probably best to give them a fair warning."
"Overwatch." Mindy said again. "It's not a great name but at least it's not too stupid."
"We call ourselves Overwatch because of one of the sections in this team." Will explained. "Overwatch is made up of five units. Ground, Assault, Tech, Undercover, and Overwatch."
"Why so many?" Dave asked.
"Because it's more organized." Will said. "The units have specialized soldiers that work well in their respective jobs. The Ground Unit has the highest density and it's where all the fighters start out. It's most recognizable as a patrol team. I'm the guy in charge of that one." Someone jumped out from behind a corner and pointed a knife at Mindy, who quickly disarmed him and pinned him on the ground. Will turned to address him. "Weren't you listening, Light Slash?" Even with his arm twisted in the most uncomfortable way possible, he was smiling.
"Of course I was." he answered. "I just had to see Hit Girl or Kick Ass in action." Hit Girl smiled and twisted his arm a little bit more. He yelped in pain but was still smiling. "Damn, you're tough."
"Are you a masochist?" she asked.
"It depends who causes the pain." Light Slash said, mischievously. "Keep going."
"Can I?" Hit girl asked Will and Dave. Will shrugged, meaning he doesn't care either way while Dave shook his head no. Deciding to listen to Dave, she let go of his arm and handed his knife back to him. Will stood next to him and patted his shoulder where Mindy twisted it.
"This is Light Slash. He's on the Ground Unit." he said. "Light Slash, this is… Well you know who they are." Light Slash started spazzing out, asking both of them for autographs. Dave signed as Kick ass on one page while Mindy pulled out a knife and cut an X in the middle of the page. This made Light Slash spaz out even more and run off. "He's a weirdo but his skill with a knife when he's serious isn't too bad." He continued walking down the hall while Mindy and Dave followed. "Anyway, the Assault Unit is the next level. The Ground Unit find out anything they can about locations that have to do with drug dealers, prostitution, serial killers, etc. and then they pass it on to the Assault Unit. They proceed to raid the place, grab any money, and call the cops."
"That's the place for me." Mindy said. Will laughed at that for some reason. "What's so fucking funny?"
"You can't join the Assault Unit on your first day." Will said. "Hell, you can't even join the Assault Unit. They recruit you, no one joins."
"They haven't seen me yet." Mindy remarked.
"Yeah they have." Will said. "They know your skill but based on recent events, they'd see you as a liability. Not because of your skills, but because you could turn on them. Plus, one thing that is required is working well with a team. No one's seen you work with a team yet. Besides, at least two weeks Ground Unit is another requirement."
"So why aren't you in the Assault Unit?" Dave asked.
"I was. I left it." Will said.
"Why?" Dave asked.
"I have my reasons." Will replied, not wanting to talk about it. "But I have a standing invitation back in whenever I want it." Mindy and Dave got the message and didn't question it further. "Anyway, the Undercover Unit and Tech Units are both pretty self explanatory. The Undercover Unit poses as criminals to find evidence and send us messages on who to bust. It's probably the most dangerous unit to be on. You get caught, there's no if's and's or but's. You're dead. The people there don't join up until they go through weeks of training."
"Have a lot of them gotten killed?" Dave asked.
"Every week, there's some rookie who doesn't think he should get himself out of where he just set up a raid. He doesn't know that the Assault Unit doesn't distinguish undercover friend from true foe. If they're still in there, they get killed, just the same as everyone else. So they have the highest death rate." He stopped and opened a door in the hall, letting Dave and Mindy in. "This is the laboratory for the Tech Unit. They build all our specialized weapons and equipment." He took a bullet out of his pocket and showed it to Dave and Mindy. "Including all my bouncing rubber bullets and beanbag rounds. You could buy them just as easily but these are untraceable." He replaced the bullet back in his pocket. "Then there's the people who monitor the computers. They have a link to the NYPD databases. If we find ourselves investigating certain murders, they come in handy." They walked back out of the lab and continued down the hall. "We never have enough people in there so if you know any good engineers that you can trust, don't hesitate to let me know." Dave thought about suggesting Marty, but he wasn't sure if he should involve him in the superhero business.
"So you've briefed us on four teams." Dave said. What's the Overwatch Unit do?"
"They set up remote snipers on the roof of tall buildings." Will answered. "They monitor all the different sections of crime. It's hard to explain but we also have special cameras set up in parts of the city. Each member of the Overwatch Unit monitors a specific area. In that area, there's a couple dozen members of the Ground Unit. They are all linked to the Overwatch Unit member, that's monitoring that area, who warns them of a crime that they see on the cameras. It's safe and important. The only down side if you're good at it is that you don't get a superhero name. Everyone that contacts you calls you Overwatch."
"Efficient." Dave commented. "So what's the point of the remote sniper rifle? It doesn't sound like they're used too often."
"They aren't." Will confirmed. "They're a just-in-case addition. They're only allowed to be used if it looks like the hero who's in the battle can't handle it and requests sniper protection. People in Overwatch are generally good at video games and have fast reflexes just so they can make the shot."
"You've got your shit straight." Mindy commented, looking through all the doors she passed in the hall while walking. Will stopped at one of them, unlocking it, and waving them in.
"This is my office." he said. The two entered through the doorway and whistled. "It's also my mancave." It was a big room. The first thing you would notice is the desk with a mountain of paperwork on it. The second thing would be the pool table on the left that had a folded up ping pong tabletop leaned on it. To the right, there was a seventy-inch flat screen television in front of what looked like the softest couch there could be. the walls were covered in pictures of him in and out of costume. Some of them looked like they commemorated all the people he's saved. And some of them were with normal people out of costume. The biggest one was where he was in the middle of fourteen other heroes standing in line. Mindy walked closer to that one, examining all the individual heroes' faces.
"Those are the founding members of Overwatch." Will said. "Three of them died, five of them retired, and four others split from the group. I'm one of the final ones." He took a deep breath and sighed. "But forget about that right now." He walked over to his desk and sat down. "I would like you two to join Overwatch." Mindy and Dave sat down in chairs in front of the desk.
"Are you kidding?" Dave asked, excitedly. "I've been wanting to join a team since I first put on this costume." Will grinned, writing on one of the papers on his desk. "I'm in."
"I've got nothing better to do." Mindy said, containing her own excitement.
"What are your skills?" Will asked Dave, writing more on the paper in front of him.
"I have screwed up nerve endings so I have an above average ability to take a beating." Dave answered. "And I have won… two fights and shot someone with a bazooka." He said, feeling inadequate. He expected Will to laugh but instead, he just sat there and scribbled on the paper.
"Bazooka?" Will repeated. "You mean like an RPG?"
"No, not this didn't happen in a game, I shot a guy with a bazooka." Dave said.
"No, not a role-playing game, a rocket propelled grenade." Will clarified.
"It wasn't an RPG, it was a SMAW." Mindy interrupted. Will's eyes lit up.
"Hey, I have one of those." he declared. He pushed a button on the side of his desk and a secret panel opened up near the pool table. On the other side, there were five different military grade weapons. One of which was similar to the rocket launcher that Dave used to kill Frank D'Amico. Will walked over and picked it up. "Mark 153 SMAW. Modified by me and a couple engineers so there's not another one like it." He put it back and picked up a shotgun that had a blade attached to the barrel. "My friend gave this to me for my birthday last month. I call it the Dragon's Tooth. It shoots fire." He looked at it for a few seconds before remembering what he was doing and put it back. "Nothing else in there worth mentioning. Sorry for getting distracted." He closed the wall panel and sat back down at his desk. He wrote a few other things on the paper before handing it to Dave with a pen. "Fill out anything that you want to put on there and sign it." Dave did so and gave it back. Here's your application, Mindy. I've filled out what I know so put anything on there that you want to put on it, along with anything you think we need to know, and sign it."
"How much of my privacy have you been invading?" Mindy asked sarcastically before looking at the paper in front of her. "Not that much. You didn't write in a lot of the shit I've done." She took a pen and wrote in I've been training since I was five to be a superhero" and "I've killed hundreds of cunts, bastards, cocksuckers, motherfuckers, etc. over the years" Below that, she wrote "I'm also awesome." Then she signed the paper at the bottom and handed it back to Will. His eyebrows raised while reading it. It was clear that he had a couple things to say about the application.
"You've only been training since you were five?" he asked. "I thought it would be longer." He took out a stamp from a drawer in his desk along with an inkpad. He stamped both applications just handed to him and gave the back. They both had the word "Accepted."
"You don't care that I killed so many people?" Mindy asked.
"First off, it doesn't matter what I care about. This application's going on the computer and the applications are for everyone to review. Second, most people in this organization will care more about the fact that you're not even thirteen and you used such colorful language on it."
"Why is it for everyone to see?" Dave asked.
"The heroes here sometimes have to team up." Will answered. "They like to know who they're working with. So I have all the information that I have up for Overwatch to see." He put them back down on his desk along with all the other paperwork that he had to do. "Now, you both have to go through an obstacle course before training." Mindy was about to protest. "Yes, Mindy, even you. We have to know where you are in your skill before we let you out on the streets. Please don't comment, Mindy. Don't think I'm not respecting your skills. I have to treat you equally to all new recruits. Any questions?" Silence in the room. "Good. Your trainer will be in shortly." As if on cue, the door opened and in came Ornitier. "Perfect timing, brother."
"Brother?" Dave questioned. He looked from Ornitier to Will, back to Ornitier. "You two are brothers?"
"Two out of three triplets." Ornitier confirmed. "But blood is all we share."
"We're different in most ways." Will said.
"I'm brawn, he's brains." Ornitier said.
"He's slow, I'm fast." Will said.
"I look like our mother, while he looks like our father."
"He uses the words mother and father while I use mom and dad."
"I prefer guns while he prefers melee weapons."
"I go for the kill while he aims to leave his opponents in pain."
"I'm great at video games while he doesn't know the difference between a joystick and an analog stick."
"We get it, you guys are different." Mindy said, trying to get them to stop.
"They're the same thing." Ornitier argued, ignoring Mindy.
"No. An analog stick is a joystick but a joystick isn't an analog stick." Will argued back. They argued about it for about forty seconds while Dave and Mindy tried to get them to stop until Mindy grew agitated and flipped Will over the desk by his arm and onto the ground. Ornitier got his mace and swung at Mindy, but she ducked under it and tackled Ornitier against the wall. Will got up and rubbed his back. "Remember what I said about her only needing ten seconds to kill us both yesterday?" Ornitier nodded, still dazed. "I was wrong. She only needed five." Mindy sighed and looked at Dave.
"Kick Ass, you're a geek. Tell them who's right." she ordered.
"I don't even see the point in this argument." he admitted.
"There isn't." Will admitted. "We planned this."
"We figured we'd annoy you until Hit Girl decided to stop us with an attack." Ornitier said. "We kind of thought it would last longer."
"We needed to confirm just how skilled you were to fit in with reasoning for the Hit Girl yesterday to be fake." Ornitier continued.
"We were both ready for it this time." Will said, rubbing his arm where Mindy grabbed him. "And you beat us in a quarter of the time." He stood up and pulled an ice pack from under his desk and applied it to his back. Mindy walked around to see where he had gotten it from and saw a mini fridge. Once the ice was on his back, he looked Mindy in the eyes "Hit Girl, you undisputably won this time. But next time we spar, it'll be in an area I'm familiar with and I'll have my real weapons with me. All on my terms."
"Yeah, 'cause that worked so well for you last time." Mindy sneered.
"The weapons I used for that were slingshots compared to the real ones." Will responded. He pushed the button on the side of his desk again and went to the hidden weapons. He pulled out a pistol and Mindy's eyes widened. "This, for example-"
"That's a desert eagle!" Mindy cut him off. "I wouldn't even use that. My dad told me that if you're not holding it right, the gun will fly out of your hand and hit you in the face."
"And it's been modified. Not even the rubber bullets the scientists make can stand the power. Also, if you don't have something to absorb the recoil, it could take off your own arm. It's a one shot absolute last resort, because it's so powerful, after recoil if your arm isn't gone, the gun will break itself apart. It's able to cut through tank armor if you point it at the right place." Mindy just rolled the words "tank armor" around in her mind for a few seconds.
"I don't believe you." she finally said.
"I can't believe you." Dave said.
"I don't care if you believe me." Will said. "Mainly because I can't prove it to you without either losing my arm or the gun." He put it back in the wall and shut the panel again. "Now, let's go get the examinations over with." He walked to the door and opened it for Ornitier, Dave, and Mindy. Once they all left, he closed the door and locked it. He put the key back in his pocket and caught up with the others.
"So what's this obstacle course involve?" Dave asked nervously.
"People will shoot at you. Real people with guns. Other than that, there's a lot of places to hide and a couple of hostages you have to save." Ornitier answered, nonchalantly. "Your rank in Overwatch will be decided by how many enemies you take down and how many people you save before getting shot or how long it takes you to take down all the enemies and how many of the hostages you saved before taking them down." Another person jumped out and tried to attack Mindy before ending up on the ground shortly. Will and Ornitier laughed. "I think you'll be fine." The guy who attacked her was frozen. When Mindy let him go, he ran as fast as he could in another direction.
"It's scary to see how many of the people you work with don't listen to important announcements." Will commented.
"They either have shit in their ears or they need to go to a mental hospital." Mindy said in agreement.
I will admit that Mindy probably swears a lot more than I'm putting in, but it's partially due to her trying to be normal for four months. She held back on it for so long, that she's cut down on it. READ AND REVIEW!