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Harter had spent the rest of his time in his bunk, building up and experimenting with his fear serum, when Lena had came into his room and had him follow her for the mission. She had led him to the courtyard, where multiple people stood at the foot of a single helicopter, capable of taking up at least a dozen people. Winston was already waiting at the door to the vehicle.
"Alright, the helicopter will take you to the compound, and from there you'll stand guard over the documents," Winston started elaborating as soon as they got there. "If our suspicions are correct, you'll also be there to defend it from Talon. If you need backup, use this radio."
He handed Harter a brick of a radio, with an obnoxiously large antenna at the end of it. On it was a single button, which Harter presumed was the button to call for backup.
"Thanks love, we'll be on our way now. Wish us luck!" Lena said with a warm smile, waving goodbye to Winston as she and Harter walked into the helicopter as it took off. Inside the helicopter stood Zarya, Reinhardt, McCree, Hana, and the strange woman with the arctic coat he saw in the briefing.
"Who's this lass?" Harter asked curiously.
"That's Mei, she served as a scientist up in the Antarctic eco watchpoint. It's a long story about her being there from her coming back here to answer the call, but hey, she's here!" Lena explained, avoiding what could have been a long story. Fortunately, Harter too wanted to avoid long elaboration, and let it slide.
"So you're letting scientists on the field? Huh, guess things really have changed."
"Is there a problem with that?" Mei interrupted, making Lena jump in surprise.
"I never said it was a bad thing," Harter defended politely.
"Good… sorry, that was rude, wasn't it?"
"No it's fine, besides, what I said in the first place could have easily been a rude remark."
"Nice to see you two will get along," Lena commented nicely, walking over and taking a seat next to Reinhardt, who was arm wrestling with Zarya. It looked to be a fierce tie, but neither was giving up. The only other seats in the helicopter was next to Hana and McCree, which Harter chose to sit in.
"So, I saw you brung a gun with you at the shootin' range," McCree said, starting a conversation with Harter.
"Yeah, if I'm rolling with you guys, I guess I have to actually finish my enemies off, instead of letting them roll around while they see their worst fears."
"Sounds right… but I still don't like the idea of chemical weapons… or you."
"What're you talkin' about? You were part of Blackwatch, remember? Known for its cruelty."
"I've changed since then, Harter; I'm not like that anymore."
"Neither am I."
"Thing is, I know for fact I changed, can you say the same? Straight from the heart of valiance and truth, can you say it?"
"I… is this supposed to be a trick question?"
"What I'm saying is that you can't just make a horrible decision one day, then the next say you're a better person. Repentance doesn't work like that, you have to prove it, to both everyone and yourself in order to truly change."
"Sounds like lots of moral improvements."
"It is, but if you can prove your worth, then you'd have labored for an amazing feat. So when I say I don't trust you, I mean you have to earn my trust."
He left it at that and continued to spectate the arm wrestling competition, which was still in a tie, amazingly. I got to earn it? I guess that makes sense… no crime is forgiven without repentance and improvements, Harter thought to himself, zoning out from the commotion around him. I'm sure it'll be a hell of a journey until I get there… but it'll be worth it, I'm sure… I'm s-
He was snapped out of his thoughts by Hana next to him slapping his shoulder over and over, in fast pace.
"You can stop slapping me now; you got my attention," Harter interrupted, slightly annoyed at the action.
"Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that we're at the compound," Hana panted, tired from the physical action, even though it was only about half a minute of any sort of movement. Around them, everyone was gearing up, Zarya and Lena stepping out of the helicopter to the area outside, while everyone else stayed in, prepared to act as backup support.
"I best be on my way now," Harter grunted, getting up out of the vehicle and jumping out. He landed feet-first on hard soil, joining his fellow operatives at the huge compound right in front of the helicopter. It was massive (the compound that is), taking up a large portion of the island they were on, and looked like it reached at least 3 stories high. All around, guards patrolled, and the night sky was clear, though Harter felt like it too was being guarded.
"C'mon love, we're to head inside and up to the package," Lena called, zipping up into the building, forcing Harter and Zarya to sprint to catch her. Inside the place was full of boxes, crates, guards, and other things. They went up to the 2nd floor, where in a large room taking up at least a 4th of the actual floor, there was a package in the middle of it. A small box, which Harter could have carried with ease.
"Ok, Zarya, you guard here, Harter and me'll go outside and search around, got it?" Lena pronounced, stating the plan.
"Plan can work," Zarya confirmed, brandishing her weapon.
"Yeah, let's roll," Harter added, leaving the room with Lena to patrol the area. Outside on the second floor, it was relatively empty of anyone, just long corridors, with cameras spectating as Lena and Harter took different halls to walk down. In Harter's hand was his heavy pistol Ana had gifted him, and he pointed it to the ground as he slowly walked.
"This place is massive," He murmured in surprise as he encountered a fork in the hall, going 2 seperate ways, each with even more forks, elevators, and stairs. He eventually decided upon the left hallway, roaming down it. Everything was silent, except for the soft sounds of Harter's boots hitting the floor, and a window creaking open. Wait, a window creaking open? Harter, as silently as possible, speed walked to the window, coming from the corridor ahead. Once he reached the corner to it, he glanced around it to see a window, wide open, and 3 men in black suits, dark masks, and armed to the teeth with powerful rifles equipped with suppressors, corner a guard, who was armed with a puny pistol in his hands.
"Oi, put your mitts in the air!" Harter shouted, turning around the corner and pointing his pistol with one hand at the men. Behind his back was a hand carrying his chem-gun, a finger already on the trigger preemptively. The intruders looked at him and laughed, shooting the security guard through the head before turning on him. Pulling his chem-gun in front of him, Harter continued, "You should have done it when you had the chance," before then pulling the trigger. Out came from the gun a thick mist of red gas, encompassing the men entirely. It only took a few seconds before they were subject to its effects.
"What the hell? No, stay away freak!" One man shouted, seeing hallucinations as he stumbled around, pointing his gun at nothing. His fellows were on the ground, shaking and stuttering nonsense. Finish the job. Harter grabbed a gas mask from inside his duster and ran up to the man still standing and snatched away his gun, quickly shooting him and his friends on the ground, ending their misery quick.
"Job finished," Harter said to himself proudly. From across the hallways, there were echoes of gunshots, yells, and general commotion. "Or maybe not. Oh well, let's get this freak show over with."
He ran across the halls, equipped with his chem-gun, heavy pistol, and silenced rifle, heading to the source of the noise. He found it, right at the mouth of the room containing the package, there were several guards, standing firm as they fired at multiple hostiles just like the ones Harter saw before. It was obvious that the guards were in a losing battle. However, within the intruder's ranks was a small light, zooming around and making whoever was closest to it fall. It wasn't hard to realize that this light was Lena doing her work. Joining the guards, he fired at the terrorists, mowing them down with his silenced rifle, then his heavy pistol when it ran out of ammo. Soon enough, the firefight ended, and all of the intruders had been silenced, and only a few casualties on the guards.
"That was easy, I expected a fight," Harter commented, looking around the hallway.
"So you thought," a female voice interrupted, echoing through the halls via the intercom system. "Sorry to barge in, but we're here to take that parcel you men have been so kindly protecting for us."
"Over my dead body!" Harter called confidently.
"Don't worry, we'll take it whether it be over your alive OR dead body, muchacho."
From across the corridor, a dark mist closed in, reforming in front of them to make Gabriel, adorned in the same outfit as Harter saw before.
"So, is this where we fight?" Harter asked, readying himself. Beside him, Lena joined his side, armed with her plasma pistols. The remaining guards also prepared, on the side of Harter.
"You have accepted to join us when you had the chance," Gabriel replied darkly, reaching into his own coat to retrieve two large pistols that could have passed for double barrel shotguns.
"Wait, what did Reaper say?" Lena asked next to him, putting down her guard.
"I'll explain later," Harter muttered, right as Gabriel started shooting. Harter ducked behind a corner, Lena zipping forward, while the guards attempted to mow Gabriel down with their guns, though once again they were found in a losing battle. Harter occasionally shot a few rounds from the safety of the corner, stopping when the firefight died down. Peeking around, all the guards were lying dead, and Lena was alone fighting Gabriel. "How about we settle this like men?"
Harter jumped out of the corner and shot his gun twice, both landing in Gabriel's thigh, however it barely did anything. Lena's attempts to subdue him were in vain, as her plasma shots did little to deter Gabriel.
"Tick tock," Gabriel grunted, swiping with one of his guns and hitting Lena straight in the face with it, sending her toppling backward. Before anything else could happen, he took advantage of the moment and pointed his other gun at her and shot it, shattering her chronal accelerator and knocking her into a wall.
"Great, just great!" Harter shouted angrily, pointing his chem-gun at Gabriel and firing a mist of gas at him. Thankfully, the gas didn't reach Lena, who was lying incapacitated at the wall, and landed around Gabriel. Immediately, he started coughing, and he dropped to his knees, shaking. Walking up to him with his pistol in hand, Harter grimly smiled and remarked, "See you in hell."
Bang. Harter's gun dropped from his hand due to the sudden burst of pain resonating from his back. He dropped to the floor next to Gabriel, groaning in pain as he looked to where the new attacker was. Standing in front of him was a latino woman with a dark trench coat, purple cybernetics in both her head and limbs, and bits of purple creeping up in her dark hair. In her hand was a machine pistol, smoke dribbling out the barrel.
"And who do I have the pleasure of meeting now?" Harter grunted, attempting to get up. Next to him, Gabriel was regaining strength at an accelerated rate.
"Sombra, master hacker," The woman said with a grin. "And you must be Phobias, the man who was meant to join us."
"Love… what's she saying?" Lena groaned from the wall, clutching her stomach.
"Harter was given an invitation from Talon, and he made a deal just the night he came to join back with you," Gabriel elaborated, now up on his feet, armed with his guns. "He almost joined us instead."
Crawling backwards, Harter pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger. Click. Click.
"Ah, crap," Harter mumbled, looking at his gun in disappointment.
"Watch your mouth, it can get you into trouble," Gabriel said slyly, stepping forward and putting his foot on Harter's chest, restraining his breathing.
"Gah… so what're you waiting for? Do it," Harter grunted, challenging Gabriel to kill him. The force on his chest lessened, and he was able to now slowly reach for his radio.
"I wish. We're on special orders to not kill you. Feel lucky we're only here for the documents," Gabriel said, putting the force of his boot back onto him. "Sombra, go get the documents."
The young woman nodded and headed for the door, moving to open it until it smashed open, hitting Sombra and knocking her back. Out came from the room Zarya, armed with her particle cannon.
"You need help, commarade?" Zarya asked right before she bashed Gabriel with her cannon, smashing him into the wall opposite. She lowered a hand to Harter, who accepted it immediately and got back up on his feet, wincing from recent wounds. Grabbing his radio, he called up for help.
"Requesting backup, terrorists spotted!" Harter stated to the radio, pressing the button. "Lena is down, I repeat, Tracer is down."
"We're coming in, hold them off for now," Reinhardt's gruff voice responded, followed by the confirmations of all the other backup agents available.
"We don't have time for this," Gabriel grunted, firing his guns at Zarya. "Executive decision: lethal force granted!"
All the shots hit Zarya, however the strongwoman still stood, shooting her cannon in retaliation. A white beam launched out of it, searing whatever it touched, in this case it seared the wall and part of Gabriel's coat as he attempted to dodge it. Sombra was coming around to face Harter, who was equipped with his chem-gun.
"Ready to witness your fears come to life?" Harter asked, aiming his gun.
"Nah, I think I'd rather kill you instead!" Sombra responded, firing her machine pistol. Several bullets penetrated Harter's body, pain washing over him, but he ignored it, choosing instead to pull the trigger on his chem-gun. A large mist of gas swept over Sombra, who started gagging and tumbling around.
"The-they found me! Help me!" She shouted, shooting at her hallucinations. Harter walked slowly over, putting away his chem-gun and instead choosing his bare fists. Seeing him coming, she yelled in fear, "What're you doing, pendejo?! Stay away!"
"I'm just putting you to sleep," Harter replied neutrally, punching her straight across the face and sending her to the cold floor. It wasn't the most gentlemanly thing he'd done that evening, but it was better than letting her be tortured by her nightmare fuel. He felt a tap on his back, and he turned around to see Gabriel's fist come flying, sending Harter right next to the unconscious Sombra.
"That's for Sombra," Gabriel said angrily, cracking his knuckles right after. Behind him was, amazingly, a beat up Zarya, laying on the floor right next to the incapacitated Lena.
"I just can't catch a break, can I?" Harter asked, looking up to see the barrel of a gun. "Now would be a good time to get some help."
"No help is coming for you," Gabriel laughed, putting down his gun and raised his boot to Harter's face and stomped down. Harter attempted to roll out of the way, just barely dodging what could have been the end, and jumped back up onto his feet.
"Oh it'll come alright," Harter replied, panting. Behind him, the wall caved in. dust sweeping into the corridor with it. Through the moonlight pouring in through the crack, the dark shadows of 4 figures were seen. "See?"
The figures stepped out, McCree, Reinhardt in his crusader armor, Mei equipped with what looked to be a more high-tech chem-gun, and Hana inside of a large mech.
"Did we miss the party?" McCree asked, looking around. As he said so, he put a cigar in his mouth and lit it, as though it was perfectly normal for this to happen.
"Bah, I don't have time for this," Gabriel grunted, turning into dark mist. "We'll be back, and you can expect greater force next time."
The mist blew over the unconscious Sombra, who was picked up by it, and went with the strange substance out of the building.
"Uh, you wouldn't have happened to have brung Angela with you, right?" Harter asked, remembering the injured Lena and Zarya behind him, right among the bodies of both the guards and Talon terrorists.
"Uhm, no," Mei said sheepishly. "I'll call her up with evac, give me a moment."
The rest of the backup operatives proceeded forward to check up on Lena and Zarya, leaving Harter to check on the package. Going inside the room, it was torn up; multiple bodies of terrorists were scattered, burn marks covering them. He could tell Zarya did her job. Over to where the package was kept, it was still there, still in one piece.
"Looks like we did it!" Harter said brightly, laughing right after. Behind him, one of the terrorist lying on the ground silently moved, raising a silenced pistol.
"Y-you sunova…" the terrorist grunted in anger, shooting a single round at Harter, intending to aim for his head. Fortunately, it hit Harter's right tricep instead, making him jump in pain. "Crap."
"'Crap' indeed, you pile of scum," Harter said in response, wincing in pain. He walked over to the survivor, raising his chem-gun to the man's forehead.
"D-do it, you c-coward."
Before Harter could pull the trigger, a loud crack interrupted them, and a bullet suddenly pierced the side of the survivor's head, ending his misery. Looking over to the source, Harter saw McCree, smoking revolver in hand.
"I had it covered," Harter commented in disappointment.
"Sure you did," McCree replied, dropping his cigar and letting out a cloud of smoke before walking out of the room.