Author's note: Thank you for all the likes, and as for other story updates I'm back in school so I have to stop working on this on weeknights. Just a heads up why many stories will take longer to produce more chapters. Any who back to the Fanfiction.
[With Soldier 76]
It had been a long drive from the airport to a grassy field in the middle of nowhere, Iowa. Morrison saw a white house with red tints as the edge woodworking, it was still in good condition. Morrison looked left slightly and found a big red barn as well, and at the top of that barn read 'property of S-dog' on the top. Jack looked around to see if anyone was actually working but found no one until his eyes came across the front porch.
There he saw a white bearded man in overalls wearing a red shirt underneath it, with a cowboy hat on. He must have been sleeping as he rocked silently back and forth from his rocking chair.
He approached the sleeping man silently as he slept in his rocking chair. Just then Jack stepped on a twig of some kind as he made a loud snap through the wind. As if on cue the man hopped up and grabbed a shotgun from behind his chair and aimed it at Morrison. In self defense, Morrison grabbed his assault rifle and aimed it back at the bearded man. The gray bearded man had his grip tight as he spoke, "You darn thieves better get off my property, les, you want to want to pick a few buckshots out of your teeth." The man yelled angrily.
Morrison must have figured this man to be an old war veteran, "At ease, soldier." Morrison commanded, "I'm looking for a man that goes by the name of Sarge. Do you have any idea where he is?" Jack asked.
The man on the porch moved closer as his eyes grew tighter, "What did you say?!" He asked gritting his teeth.
Soldier 76 lowered his gun a little bit, "...Sarge, do you know him." He repeated.
The ruff cowboy man scratched his face as he looked at the sky, "Haven't heard that name since...Chorus." He said as he turned his attention back to Jack Morrison, "How do you know my name?" He asked.
Morrison took another look at the man as he saw his current appearance, "You've got to be kidding, Winston." He said to himself. He had to make sure this was the right man, "You're Sarge? Known for going face to face with unimaginable odds and beating them nearly everytime?" He asked once more.
The bearded ruffian replied, "That's right, got a problem?" He asked, sensing Morrison's tone. Sarge put down his shotgun, "What brings you here? Came to see an old retired war dog for something." Sarge asked as he rested his shotgun on his soldiers.
Jack Morrison knew he could lie his way out of this one but had to think of something to tell Winston. He turned back to Sarge as he put his hands up, "No sir, just made a mistake, I'll be out of your ha-" He was about to say as Sarge put a fist in the air.
Soldier 76 knew this signal all too well, it was a signal given when someone sensed a trap. There was a long silence, later followed by the sound of off road tires going over dirt. Soldier and Sarge had their weapons in their hands as the sound grew louder and louder. Out of the tall grass came four trucks, with two guys in the back and four inside the vehicles, totaling in twenty four. Just then a younger man, early twenties, came up to Sarge with a stern look. He came to the old war veteran, "Sarge, what the hell you doing on my soil?" He asked as he had a six shooter holstered.
Sarge looked around for a headcount, "Well, as I recall your pappy sold this land to me and I paid it back, all in cash." He said proud of his honest answer.
The young arrogant man stepped forward, "Yeah, you did, but now I need this land, crops are going dry except yours." He said as he pointed to the direction of his fields, "Kinda suspicious, huh?" He had said with hate in his green eyes.
Sarge kept his gun on his shoulders, until he was sure what to do, "Well, don't know what to say. You need some help keeping your crops moist?" He extended his hand out.
Instead of shaking his hand, the young punk unholstered his pistol, "Here's what's going down, you either give me the land, admit you sabotaged my crops, or I use your carcass as fertilizer." The boys behind all cocked their guns at different times.
Sarge simply put his gun in both hands as he spoke again, "Son, you made one mistake. That's picking a fight with your elders." He replied as he looked back at the man in a letter man jacket, "This ain't your fight, hoss. Get outta here." he asked kindly.
Morrison was debating whether to help the old man, who was probably just as old as him, he didn't have any reason to help. Suddenly the punk spoke, "Better hit the road, bud, things are going to get too hard for Gramps he-" He was left unfinished by brute force.
Sarge had hit the delinquent with the butt of the shotgun, he looked around the twenty three others, "Now are we going to stand around all day, or are we going to get rowdy?" Sarge asked with a grin. His answer was returned when one of the boys tried to open fire on him, but he moved back as he grabbed the man in the letter man jacket and pushed him to go inside.
Just as the bullets were on their heels they both crashed through the door with all their weight smashing it down. Sarge went to the kitchen and flipped the table over as cover, pulling Jack with him. Sarge poked his head out from cover shooting buckshots, "Damn it. They're gonna pay for damages to my home when I'm done with them." He said as he cocked his gun.
Soldier 76 rose when Sarge dropped to release a hail of pulse rifle bullets, "So you got any ideas?" 76 asked the man of the house he was defending.
Sarge moved to the stove to grab a lid of some kind, "Question. You ever watch any Clint Eastwood movies?" He asked with a smile.
[10 seconds later]
Sarge busted out through the window with pots and pans on his joints, head, and stomach as he rushed the punks with his shotgun. Before they had a chance to react he said an old line he hasn't said in a while, "You're about to be Sarge'd." He said as he grabbed his shotgun tightly. In a record time he shot six buckshots from his gun in three seconds injuring five of them. When he was out of ammo he slammed his back against the door to a truck as he reloaded his gun in two seconds, he smiled as he was about to release more bullets. Sarge hopped on the roof of truck as he fired at a group hiding behind the truck, one buckshot took two out. He jumped on the door breaking it as he used it as a shield as he walked to another group of seven more punks letting the remaining five shells loose on them. As he was unloading his shells, the next truck over to the right had five of the twenty four, before any of them shot a bullet a helix rocket came flying at them from out of nowhere. Sarge looked back at his home to see the man from before aiming his gun at the truck that had just exploded.
Sarge pushed his back against the door to the truck on the mid right, he reassessed the numbers again, 20 down, 4 to go. Just then a baseball bat came down on Sarge's head, before it hit he rolled out of the way. He tried firing his shotgun but realized he was out of ammo when he heard a clicking noise from his hands. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the barrel and using the butt of the shotgun as a bat against the punk with a bat. Another one tried to come up behind but Sarge grabbed the shotgun in its original position and bashed the young man's nose in with the butt. Then the last two came at him together when he cornered, but Sarge's plans were insane but worked nearly everytime. He tossed the shotgun in the right guy's hands while he head butted the other one, knocking him out. When the right guy tried to shoot Sarge grabbed the shotgun and right hooked the punk against the truck. He now was sure that was the last time the delinquents would ever go near his land.
Sarge met up with the other guy as he walked over to the Soldier who helped him in his time of need. Sarge extended a hand as he smiled, "You needed to tell me something, slick?" Sarge asked with the bodies behind him.
Soldier took another look at the man and his work, "Ever heard of Overwatch?" He asked.
Sarge scratched the side of his nose, "Heard they disbanded." He said blatantly.
Soldier stepped forward to Sarge in defense, "We're resembling but we need men like you, who can-" He was stopped by Sarge putting a hand up.
Sarge put a grain of straw in his mouth, "Let me get this straight, you want me to lead teams of soldiers against impossible odds with little to no chance of success?" He asked as Soldier 76 nodded. Sarge spat out the straw then pulled out one knuckle duster labeled 'S-DOG' walked over to the leader about to get up and uppercutted him knocking him unconscious. He turned over his shoulder and answered, "How can I resist?" He said.
[With Symmetra]
Symmetra was standing in front of a giant college when Massachusetts Institute of Technology got an upgrade. Their technological innovation gave a it a beacon for young inventors and future geniuses all around the world. Which made her wonder what was this man called Simmons doing here in a place for the mentally gifted.
She entered a large white paneled wall room where different machine parts were being assembled into different inventions. She looked around for a young man who'd fit the picture she had in her hand, she came across a group of students gathered around a table with a laser drill. She tapped one of them wearing goggles, "Excuse me, do you know where I might find a Richard Simmons." She asked as she pointed to the picture.
The young woman looked at the picture closely, "Have you checked his own isolated room?" She asked as she pointed to it.
Symmetra was confused because those were made for the top inventors, "Isolated room?" She asked again.
The young woman nodded to the titanium metal, bullet proof glass window room, "Yeah, he makes the most useful and original inventions no one has ever thought of." She said praising Simmons. Then all of a sudden an explosion was set off in the isolated room, making it fill with smoke, "That must be him now." She said plainly as if it happens normally.
Symmetra walked over to the room just as an ash and cinder covered man walk out, coughing up more smoke. He pushed a button on a recorder he had in his pocket, "Note to self: buy more extinguishers and keep the quantum excellerator at below 2,587 volts." He said as he grabbed an extinguisher and went back in the room to finish off the small fires.
As he finished up the fires Symmetra tapped his back, "Excuse me, are you Richard Simmons?" She asked.
Simmons lifted his safety goggles up, "Yes I am, sorry for the explosion, is this about the nitrogen capacitor keeping the systems cool, because I did say it was in beta testing so..." He rambled on about one of his famous inventions.
She was impressed but stayed on task, "I'm not here on that behalf, I'm here on a different matter." She said as he was focusing on another invention.
Simmons was using a screwdriver and a pair of pliers, "Sorry, but I'm a little busy focusing on the Simmons 2.5 biomechanical upgrade. So far I just can't seem to reverse the calibration of the gyroscope." He said as he had the screwdriver on the spherical looking device.
Symmetra was surprised he knew so much about machinery, "Mr. Simmons, as I was saying, I'm from Overwatch." She said clearly trying to get through the conversation.
Simmons scratched the back of his head getting rid of ash in it, "I thought that the world disbanded you guys?" He asked just to make sure.
Symmetra grew annoyed she didn't get to finish her sentences, "The world needs us, and right now the world is in such desperate need that it needs men like you." She said.
Simmons didn't know how to respond, he was asked to be a hero but, at the same time he was at his dream school. He put his goggles down and traded them for his glasses, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can. I appreciate the offer but I'm helping the world in a new way without violence involved." Simmons shook his head in confusion, "I apologize, but no." He finished.
Symmetra was surprised some people pass up opportunities like this, "How could you turn your back on innocent peo-" she had stopped when a loud siren went off in the building.
Simmons rushed out of his space to the nearest students, "Hey, Donny, what's happening?" He asked.
To which Donny replied, "A fire just went off in the chemical department." He said as he rushed the opposite direction. Simmons grabbed a few gadgets from his desk a few rectangular tech devices from his desk, and headed to the lab.
[At The Chemical Department]
Fires were contained in the small space and the vents were on but, the chemicals might cause hazardous reactions. Simmons and Symmetra came into the room and on first glance, the walls were crawling with fires just like the ceiling. Simmons rushed over to a student to aid them as they were coughing, "Are you okay? Is that everyone?" He asked the female chemist.
As she was coughing she spoke, "I'm fine but, *cough cough* Fred, he's still in their." She pointed in Fred's direction.
Simmons grabbed one of his devices and bashed it against his chest, a small thin shield bubble wrapped around his body. He immediately rushed, through the fires and debris everywhere he heard Fred somewhere in the far corner behind his desk coughing. Simmons ran to the desk, as debris fell onto him his shield deflected all the pieces of burnt drywall and metal in his path.
When he made it to the desk he grabbed one of its legs with his metal arm and lifted it up with ease revealing Fred curled up. He grabbed another device and slapped it against the kid's back and grabbed him to book it to the door.
As he was about ten feet from the door, when a metal support beam fell in front of his path. Simmons looked for an alternative but only saw one wall not currently burning or blocked by debris. Simmons and Fred rushed to that side to avoid being eaten by the flames in the room. Simmon's bubble shield was about to fail when he got an idea, an idea he hadn't used for a while.
Simmons aimed his arm at the door and focused on bringing out his no longer secret ultimate, Simmonsized Slaughter. As Simmons closed his eyes and Fred was behind, his arm pulled out a gatling gun, 6 barreled helix rockets, an iridian blaster, a laser drill and a red dot sight. He covered his eyes as he blasted down a hole big enough for nine people to fit through.
He grabbed Fred by his collar and dragged him off outside where most of the other students were being healed by paramedics. Firefighters had just arrived on the scene when Symmetra came by outside next to Simmons to see for any damages. She asked him formally, "Are you injured?" She asked trying not to sound worried which was working.
Simmons nodded in compliance, "So does Overwatch have a robotics lab?" He asked. She nodded in response to his question, He looked at his burnt school, then looked back, "I'm in." He said as they walked to Symmetra's car.
[With Lucio and D.va]
They were somewhere under an overpass in Rio de Janeiro, as multiple street racers were lining up to see the competitors. Lucio and D.va saw different displays of muscle to speedster cars, and only a few hover cars.
The two went to a holographic board at the edge of a crowd, supposedly forming a lane for racers. As they read down the list of names they saw a name Yamato Hibiki, driving a blue hover car V-9 jaguar, hailing from Tokyo. Another with the name Hanz Schteiner, with a green Koenigsigg Agera R 17, hailing from Germany. Another from Mexico with the name Jeff Escardo, coming in with a pristine red Lamborghini. And last but not least, the name Dexter Grif riding an old school 1970 black fading to orange Dodge Charger. [Fast and Furious fans, this is for you.] Lucio and D.va were surprised cars like that were still even available.
As the cars were on the finish line the current DJ put in 'Android by Kraddy' to get the people hyped as the racers came up. Then Yamato looked to left to his German competitor, who then looked to Jeff, who all looked at the hailing champion.
The male Brazilian announcer came to the front of the start, "Alright listen up, you all know the rules, so I don't have to repeat myself." They all shared a look except Grif who stared dead straight at the track.
The man pulled out a hologram of a starting flag girl, "Ready?" The figure asked as the racers engines roared, "Steady." She said as some of them began to creep, "Go." And like that they all exploded off the line.
The race started with Yamato in first, Hanz in second, Jeff in third, with Grif in last place. Grif wasn't worried, because he had more skill and experience than the other racers.
Grif was coming in on the Mexican racer, Jeff, he was right on his bumper sticker when Jeff moved to the side to block Grif. Grif tried to maneuver around him but, whenever he saw an opening Jeff closed it up in an instant. Jeff was beginning to be smug, ("Nope, not that way Grif.") *translated* Grif looked up ahead and for a split second he saw half of a slanted metal plate sticking out. He faked left to throw Jeff in the wrong direction, he saw Jeff turn left but then swiftly went right on the ramp. Jeff closed in on Grif making him drive into the wall only to give Grif a split wall riding ability thanks to the speed. Grif sped up ahead and left the Mexican racer in the dust.
He went ahead of the track to catch up to the German racer, Hanz in second. He got right next to Hanz when Hanz bumped into Grif, trying to make him go off road. He bumped into Grif three times already, thinking he could push the old car out of chances of winning the race. So far, all he was able to do was edge Grif toward the side.
Grif came up with an idea that would either work or fail, costing him the race and promised money. Grif sped in front of the German car just barely over him with his back tires aligned with Hanz's front ones. Hanz saw this as a rare opportunity and attacked Grif's back wheels, but that was Grif's plan. On contact Grif's muscle car spun around, he shifted the gears to reverse and was right in front of Hanz. He and Hanz had a long stare down when Grif was stalling and waiting for the perfect time. Grif back sped up and in an instance, drifted out of Hanz's way and back in the race. Hanz stared at Grif as he drove away but failed to see Grif's plan fast enough as he was heading for a wall. Here turn only to make do a barrel roll and smash right onto the wall, hood first.
Grif drove up to catch up to Yamato, who was just a few miles from completing the set course. He saw Grif in his rear view mirror and grew pissed with disappointment and anger. He grabbed his phone, "Do it. Now!" He shouted into the device.
As Grif was closing in on Yamato, two heavy high speed SUVs came closing in on his car. Out of the SUVs came men with AK-97s (Future remember) loaded and aimed at Grif's car. They fired at the windshield in the back of his car trying to aim for any critical shots that could kill him or make him swerve off course. Grif reached behind for the one thing he didn't use in a while, the one thing that made him a demolitions expert, the Grifshot.
The SUV that was on his right closed in to the point where the two drivers could see each other at the window. When the driver came up to the window he was met face to face with the barrel of the Grifshot. A grenade came shooting straight at the other driver's face, igniting the front of the car on impact.
The other driver drove up to Grif's left side and began firing multiple shots at him. One bullet hit Grif's right shoulder, Grif opened his glove compartment and saw a first aid kit. He immediately ignored it and grabbed the candy bar next to it labeled 'Quick Snack'. He began to devour the candy instantly, within a few seconds his arm was healing and patching itself.
He grabbed the Grifshot with his left arm as the car began to speed close enough for another shootout. When the car was about to fire, Grif slammed the breaks as he held the Grifshot out the window. Grif slashed the tires and tore off the hubcap to the front right wheel. He punched it as he saw the SUV try to turn but ended up doing barrel rolls until it landed on its side.
Grif sped up to Yamato's car as his competitor grew more and more furious than fast. Yamato hit all three buttons in his nitrogen tanks and hauled his ass to the finish line just a full two miles away. Grif shook his head as he opened a compartment next to him, revealing a funnel leading to his engine's fuel. He grabbed a different can labeled 'Meth-Shroom juice' and poured the whole can into the funnel.
As fast as a bullet Grif's car went from 180mph to 320mph in 5 seconds, pushing him back into his seat with so much force. Yamato was one drift away from total victory, when out of his rear view mirror he saw a blur of black and orange. Grif drifted next to him on the turn sharing a smirk and a middle finger as he zoomed past him.
On the finish line Grif was a full 10 seconds in front of Yamato as he hopped out to see all his adoring fans watching him. He was standing as tall as his file said, but instead of looking completely husky, he had bulky arms that looked like Zarya's. But on the right one he had a Hawaiian arm tattoo and only a small gut.
Yamato got out of his car to kick it, then storm off to Grif, "An outrage!" He shouted as Grif was smiling with everyone. He pushed people out of the way, "You cheated! I want my money!" He demanded.
Grif calmly smiled, "I don't think I cheated, it's not against rules to use special fuel." He said as he moved closer. He pointed to the real cheater, "However, I do believe trying to have the Yakuza kill me is." He said as he pointed to his bullet holed car.
The Japanese racer pulled out a pistol behind him, "Give me my damn money." He said as he pointed to Grif's car. Grif looked toward the side then grabbed the gun and left jabbed the daylights out of Yamato.
Grif stood above the man on the ground as his nose was bleeding, "Now you listen to me..." He said as he grabbed his shirt, "...If you want my money, earn it." He released his collar to let him fall. Everyone stared at Grif, Grif diverted their attention, "Drinks on me!" He shouted as everyone cheered for him.
Grif heard a new voice come behind, "Hey buddy, nice racing back there." He heard someone compliment him. Grif turned around to see a Brazilian with his hair pinned back and a Korean girl, probably 19. "I don't suppose you know who we are?" He asked.
Grif grabbed a cold Corona from an ice chest, "Lucio, world famous DJ, D.va, world famous gamer." He answered. He took a sip before continuing, "What brings you to this part of Brazil to congratulate me?" He asked.
Lucio and D.va shared a look, D.va responded, "The world needs us again, it may not admit it but it does." She said as Grif continued to drink, "And right now, the world needs someone like you." He said with plea in his eyes.
Grif simply walked towards his car to grab the Grifshot, then walk back, He tilted his head to the side, "Eh, why not?" He said. Lucio and D.va smiled as they both looked up at him.
[With Winston]
He had just received word that three of the men on the list had been located and recruited. He smiled as he checked them off the list, "Good work, agents. And in the meantime, have any of you heard anything about Leonard Church yet." He asked them all at separate times. He got no response on where his location was. He crawled over to his desk with a globe, as he spun it he asked himself, "Where could you be?"
[Somewhere only 12 miles north from Overwatch Artic Base]
The snowmobile Church was driving only lasted for 25 miles whenhe stopped to find it out of gas. He looked at his compass to find instead of heading west, he was going south the whole time. He began to pace back and forth from his snowmobile to the south direction he was driving in. Church mumbled to himself for a while, then looked at the snow pouring sky, "CUT ME A BREAK HERE GOD! WHY?!?" He screamed at the sky.
After a few seconds of more complaining, Church looked back at the vehicle that carried him so far. He pulled off his sniper then began to continue treading south, hoping to find a break.
Author's note: Thank you for all the new followers and favorites, like I said some stories will take longer than others. And also need word on whether or not some of you may want to ship characters still. Til next time.