authors note: ok I failed at this fanfic the first time so after this attempt I'm gonna go back, edit it and try try again, if someone would like to adopt it I would be fine with that, just private message me, but I doubt anyone's going to do that so with out further ado

CHAPTER 3

"I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes~" sang Lena.

"I swear to god if you sing that song one more time I don't care how fast you can run," growled an exasperated Torbjorn

"I know a song that gets on ever-"

"THATS IT!"

before Torbjorn could strangle Lena for singing the same thing for over 7 hours the loudspeaker came on announcing that Torbjorn had a place to secure and Lena had something to steal.

Lenas POV

'Ok, let's go through the steps to this particular thef- I mean mission, step 1 get in.' Thought Lena as she nimbly blinked her way into an open window.

'step 1 complete, step 2 find the location of the bomb-to-be-stolen' she quickly took out her pulse pistols and carefully shot the command matrix of a patrolling omnic gaurd, she wasted no time in blinking up to it, ripping out its memory core and scanning it with the data reader that Winston had whipped up for all overwatch members 'God bless that big guys soul'

the core quickly revealed the location of the mega bomb she had been asked to stea- I mean confiscate,

'step 2 complete, step 3 bypass defenses guarding mega bomb' it wasn't hard getting past the omnics, after that she found a more futuristic version of what looked to be a trap from that movie, Virginia John:thieves of the unfound semi-circle. She thought she had gone through all the defenses on the bomb itself, unfortunately she was mistaken, indicated by the blaring siren that started the moment she picked it up.

'step 3 complete, step 4 RUN!'

and run she did, but running wasn't enough to get past a bastion-87T unit, she was shot down quicker than a nerd playing dodgeball.

"good job 87T" said the obvious commander of this outpost.

"bwee whistle tut tut"

"Back to the task at hand, why is an overwatch agent holding my bomb on the edge of a cliff?"

Huh she was on a cliff, she hadn't noticed, but it did give her an idea,

"So are you going to answer me, or are you going to die?" He said.

"Well you didn't give me an option so I guess I will... Die" she said the last word as she rolled off the cliff.

"Ah humans, they get caught and the only thing they can think about is how to get out of the situation, even if it means certain death." He looked over the cliff as he said, "better at the bottom of the ocean then in a humans grasp."

little did he know little Lena had managed to recall behind both robots and silently blink away, bomb in hand.

authors note: if no one got Virginia John it's a play on Indiana jones and the raiders of the lost arc.