"The gangs of the city are afraid. They started calling me El Diablo, or the Demon, on account of the magic I stole from Hell. Kind of odd since I'm not Hispanic at all... Regardless, I've been piecing that nightmare together between missions... the religious texts and near death experiences point to it being real, but I can't be sure. I just got back from putting down a large group and their drug ring, and the cops are absolutely loving me. Then again, doing half their job for them usually does make them happy.
As for Overwatch, I'd bet dollars to pesos that they know I'm out here, but I don't think they know that I myself am back yet, which is good. I don't need their panties in a bunch over what I'm doing here. The less restrictions they can throw in my way, the easier it is for me to stamp out the gangs and the bastards running them. And I'm getting real close to finding out who's bringing in so much dope. But beyond that, Overwatch finally made a real appearance, they showed up in France, and stopped a Null Sector invasion in Paris... Ang... Angela was spotted with Genji... I know I should be happy for them, if not unsurprised that she moved on, but still...
But one way or another, we finally get to my tech and spells. On the side of the tech, most of it is working like a charm. I did have to do some maintenance on a thruster on The Assaulter, the name I gave my transport, after some asshole hit it with a rocket. Also needed to work on the autopilot because the damn thing almost flew into a tree. But beyond that, everything is working out well. On the side of my magic, I have been using that to my advantage more than I really should. I have been feeling a lot more vicious against the gangs when I use my spells, and I'm not entirely sure why. It may have something to do with the origin of it all, but who am I to guess?"
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John clicked off the recording device in the bunker Commander's office, and let out a long sigh. "Big ass bunker with one guy to populate it..." He began toying with his prosthetic arm. "I'd call Overwatch and join them, but then I'd be stuck dealing with my ex-fiance and her new boytoy every day... I don't really want to get mixed up with Ashe right now... that crazy/hotness chart would've been useful back before I met her... Now I know how Piccolo felt... this bunker is my wasteland... Everyone is effectively dead or has moved on..."
John sat there for a long while, staring off into space, when a chime could be heard from the computer. His eyes flicked back to the screen and saw some news footage of large robotic troops attacking the civilians. "Time to go to work..." he mumbled as he grabbed the face from his helmet and attached it to the rest, hearing the satisfying hiss of the seals engaging. He moved quickly through the base and using the computer on his arm, started priming the Assaulter for takeoff. When he got there, he climbed up the ramp, hopped into the pilot's seat, opened the hidden entrance to the base, and flew the transport out, triggering the stealth system to turn the flying tank invisible.
As he flew over the city, he could see the troops nearing Quincy, along with a realy big one that looked like a specialty mech from an old anime. "Gonna need to focus on that thing first..." he mumbled as he readied the weapons systems for a surprise attack. As he approached, he got the notification of a successful target lock and opened fire, raining rounds, missiles and pulse weapons fire on the head of the mech, dealing a great amount of damage before it turned and began returning fire. A round managed to connect hard as the transport maneuvered back behind the behemoth and continued firing at the now weakened point. Suddenly, a large blast from within the head disabled the mech as it collapsed to the ground.
"Down you go..." he said before coasting down to the streets filled with the smaller mechs. As he got down there, he spotted a familiar face trading shots with the mechs. He passed overhead of the cowboy, and let loose a barrage of minigun fire into the mechs, devastating their lines. As he finished his pass, he turned the transport around and readied for another run, only to see the oversized mech getting back up "Didn't learn the first time?" He said as he corrected his course and readied the rest of the weaponry aboard.
"Get your ass back down!" he yelled as he opened fire, the vessel vibrating slightly from the recoil. The mech however did not fair as well. The first salvo opened up its torso, and the second tore it apart. John then turned the transport back around and moved it into the intersection where McCree was waiting. As the vessel landed, John triggered the bay door, and walked down to reintroduce himself.
"Thanks for the help. Almost got done in back there." McCree said as he walked up the the heavily armored figure, and clearly noticed the Overwatch logo stamped into the chest piece, even with the pentagram emblazoned over it. "You ex-Overwatch?"
"You could say that. When did you lose your arm?"
"Good many years ago. Mission went bad. You?"
"Bout a dozen years ago. Blew myself up a few miles off the coast from here."
"You...kid?" He gasped as the cigar fell from his mouth, and watched the figure pull the mask from his helmet with a hiss.
"Good guess, boss, though I think my hint was overly obvious." John said with a smirk, before being pulled into a hug by his best friend and mentor.
"How are you alive kid?"
"Outstandingly bad luck, and fighting through hell itself..." he said as he held out his hand and summoned a pentagram of flame.
"Oh... so all that Demon ahit... that was for real?"
"Yeah... between that and hearing what and who Angel's been doing... Eh... It's been a bad time all around..."
"Yeah, I heard that too... You using the old bunker for your base?"
"Heh, course I am. Great way to keep myself out of the way. Speaking of which..." He said as he replaced the mask on his helmet, "We should get out of here before the press shows up..."