Alright chapter 5, gonna go out and say that a lot of you enjoying the story so far. And incase you're wondering why I gave Demoman that speech, that seems so out of character. That's the point, because of how out of character it is makes it some what brilliant. Also he learned a thing or two from Mercy about sentiment. Anyway onto the story.

Snipers POV

Demoman explained how he came to this place, or rather time. At first I thought he was drunk, but then again, we were inside a jet bigger than my camper, sorounded by lots of high tech weapons and tools. Also the occasional robot that was seen from the jet. It had been a few hours, since we left London, and we're on our way to a base.

Looking outside, I saw a large landing strip, several garages, and vehicles that were hovering, oddly enough. When the jet landed and the main door opened, Demoman picked up the young girl, and carried her to what I think is a medic. She was placed on a gurney, and wheeled inside while Demoman was healed by the medic using a staff. Kinda like when medic heals us. Soon the wound where he was shot disappeared, and he was back to his old self. He thanked her, and gestured me to follow. I kept a hand near my smg the whole way. Till I was standing with him and several other people.

"Tavish, who is this," asked a man wearing a red visor. Next to him was an elderly woman, with an eye patch, a man big enough to rival heavy that wore armor, and a lady wearing a blue dress, had a white robotic arm, and blue visor.

"As you know, I've worked with some mercenaries back in 1976. Well this is one of those mercy: The Sniper," explained Demoman, as he introduced me.

"Hey," I greeted and shook the hands of everyone. They all seemed interested in my rifle.

"So, your the sniper back in '76," asked the woman with the eye patch, "Ana, Ana Amari."

"Matthew Mundy," I greeted, I saw her raise an eye brow. Some of the other agents stopped whatever they were doing to hear my name, "What?"

"Matthew Mundy was one of the best snipers to ever hold a rifle," explained Ana, "So I guess that your the best."

I smiled, guess skill does mean that your the best. Although I could tell she wanted to have a competition or something.

"I guess you wanna have a competition," I interjected, she smiled and picked up her rifle. I raised mine and we both went for the shooting range. A small crowd had followed. We both took a booth and raised our rifles.

Ana was the first to fire, nailing a drone on top a building about 100 yards out. I smiled and waited for some time till two drones were about to pass each other. I fired a fully charged round, and shot the first drone through the chest, and the bullet passed through the seconds head. Both drones were about 110 yards out.

I looked to my left and saw the surprised look on her face. Along with the others, while Demoman laughed, and Reinhardt handed him a bottle of beer.

"Nice shot mate," I congradulated Ana. She still seemed like she wanted to have a completion but an alarm sounded. Several agents ran out the exit, Demoman, and myself trailing behind. Outside was a single Talon jet. Several agents were outside guns ready to fire, and line of agents facing each other, machine guns pointed up, and held with one hand.

The main door opened to reveal an extremely old man, he wore a grey suit, grey tie, and other grey attire. He had a worn look on his face, grey or rather white hair. He strolled out of the ship, like he was walking through a park.

"Demoman, and Sniper," said the man, "It has been such a long time since I last saw you both."

"Something's familiar about this guy," I whispered to Demoman, "Like we know him from '76."

"I may be old, but my hearing is as sharp as every," said the man, louder. Now he was standing at the end of the line of agents, "And yes you two should know who I am." Then it hit me, the grey suit, old fashioned personality, bent on world domination.

"IT'S THE DEVILS WORK," Demoman screamed as he raised his launcher. I raised my rifle. Exactly how this guy out lived his brothers, I will never know.

"You know who the leader of Talon is," asked Ana who was still shocked by Demomans outburst.

"Yeah, except that this guy is most likely over two hundred years old," I explained as I kept my aim straight on the bastards forehead, "And his name is Grey Mann. Brother of Redmond Mann and Blu Mann."

"Ahh so you dos remember me," said Grey clapping his hands in a mocking way, "Would've thought my brother would have rotted your brains out by now. But when I heard that you two miraculously traveled to the future, I thought I should greet my old friends."

"We were never friends you wrinkly piece of crap," snarled Demoman. He looked like he was about to slice off his head and mount it on his wall.

"And here I thought I would be welcomed by some," sneered Grey, some agents laughed with Grey,

"You attacked us with robots and tried to kill us dozens of times," I retorted. I could feel the presence of some crosshairs on my head and looked away for a second to see Widowmaker with her rifle ready. Reaper had made his way down the jets ramp, both shot guns ready. Demoman had his launcher trained on the area between Grey and Reaper, at least he would knock them both down.

"I'm not here to fight, but rather give an offer to Sniper and Demoman," said Grey raising a single hand, almost all of the agents lowered their weapons, "Join me and I can send you both back to your old team and time period."

I tensed at the thought, being able to go home did sound tempting, but these guys had threatened my friends, treated to kill me dozens of times. And now, he has he gall to ask me and Demo to join him.

"You. Are. A. Bloody. Disgrace," I snarled but kept my composure, "We would rather drink our own piss than join you, bloody fruit shop owner."

Demoman nodded his head in agreement. "Besides, Redmond probably hired some new sniper and demoman by now, so if we go back, we'll be out of a job," added Demoman.

"I am disappointed," said Grey with false disappointment, "But not surprised. Reaper, Widowmaker, gather the agents. We are leaving."

Grey turned around towards the jet and boarded. His agents followed behind Reaper. The jet lifted off the ground, and Widowmaker fired her grappling hook, and pulled herself up the cable and into the jet. As soon as it arrived, the aircraft left the base.

I lowered my rifle, and Demoman did the same with his launcher. Behind us, the agents of overwatch stood just surprised that we turned down an offer to return home. We both looked at each other and back to them.

"What?" asked Demoman, confused as I was about why they were just staring.

"You turned down an offer to go home," said Ana, from my right.

"Aye we did, because we don't have a home to go back to," explained Demoman, "You see, our employer would fire just about anybody, for any reason he could come up with. Since we've been gone for so long. He's probably found a replacement for both of us."

Ana nodded her head in understanding. Reinhardt also understood as well as Phara and 76. We walked back into the base, I needed a room of my own. And this one was conveniently placed right across from Ana. The other resident sniper. I figured that they locate us depending on our skill or role on a team. I placed my rifle next to my bed, and placed the rest of my gear on a desk that had been in the room. I laid down for some much needed sleep. After all, time traveling takes it out of you.

And soon I feel asleep. Thinking about how much chaos Grey has done since I last saw him. I silently hope that some others from '76 miracolously survived. And I let the peace of night carry away those thoughts and fell deeply asleep.

Grey Mann makes an entrance. I know some of you wanted to see Merasmus to make and entrance. And I thought that he would make up for the chapter being shorter than usual and that Grey would be just as good as him, so yeahi. Leave a comment and I will get back to you later.