"Where is it?"

Pharah stands in the spot where she had utterly demolished the convoy of animals just the night before. "I'm sorry ma'am, we searched everything in a twenty-kilometer radius. couldn't find anything." "That doesn't make sense, I killed everyone and everything inside that convoy, there was nothing left before... I did" Pharah looks towards a jump-cut.

Mercy wipes the sweat off her brow, the little bits of bullet in Tracer's gut seemed to be endless. she slumps over "Gott in Himmel" she mutters burying her face in her hands. "Ah-hem, are you Ok Miss Zeigler?" said the Nurse behind her. Mercy looks back and says "Oh no, I'm fine just tired." "I can take over for you if you'd like." "Really?" "Yes, for an hour or two, to get your strength back" "I probably shouldn't" "How long have you been on this patent?" Mercy stares for a few minutes.

"Miss Zeigler?" "Fine I'll go"

Mercy begins to leave. "remember to keep updating the... the... hukkjn." as Mercy walks out her leg gets caught on something and nearly falls before being caught by the nurse. "Are you OK? you must be more tired than you thought" "I-I guess so, what'd I trip over" "Nothing."

Mercy stumbles out of the room and walks down the hall. "Angela!" Mercy looks down the hall with bearly opened eyes and sees a grayish blob. "Who're you?" says Mercy "It's me, Fareeha!" says Pharah. "Oh, good, you can catch me when I" Mercy falls into Fareeha's arms. "Are you OK?" "Yeah, just tired, weird cause I've been drinking cof...ohl dayee" Mercy falls asleep. Fareeha props Mercy onto one of the waiting room chairs. "I'm gonna go see Lena, I'll come get you later."

Fareeha continues to Mercy's operating room and sees a hint of smoke coming out of the doorway. Worried, Fareeha runs inside. She sees a man in a blue suit with a ski mask, a cigarette in his mouth, and Mercy's healing staff in his hand. "Who are you?" Demands Pharah. The man blows a puff of smoke. Pharah begins moving forward "You better..." Her foot and her speech are stopped by something soft on the ground. Fareeha looks down as something fades into existence. It's a blonde-haired woman, wearing a lab coat, and laying on her belly. With a broken knife in her back.

Woosh.

Fareeha looks up in a mixture of anger and horror, the man is gone without a trace. Fareeha looks around confused and slightly frightened. It was similar to the tech that Sombra used but why would it be in this guy's hands? Did he have but she had never seen this man, had she? Last night. He was one of the getaway drivers! Why is he here, how did he escape? What would Talon want with animal organs? As Fareeha's mind spins with questions, she heard the distinct beeping of Tracer dying and the more distinct sound of a 150 lb man jumping through the window. Mercy's staff was gone.

Spy fell through the air and landed in the strategically placed asphalt left over after Scout accidentally parked at the wrong window.

"You idiot!" Spy shouted running to Scout's truck. "I told you it was the thirty-second from the right"

"Which one? yours or mine?" Scout shouted back

"Mine, obviously!" Said Spy as he got into the truck "Argh, let us move,"

Spy turns on the Dell Conagher non-patented-for-interdimensional-reasons Dead Ringer Device before stabbing the truck with his knife causing it to explode instantly.

Police recover the debris but they disappeared after 30 minutes.

Pharah soon found herself in a waiting room, Tracer made a recovery with the help of four sergeons and the backup Mercy staff. The woman who owned said staff however wasn't doing so well, turns out the cowled criminal had been spiking her coffee with sleeping pills every hour since midnight. It's a miracle she wasn't dead. Fareeha waits about an hour before a member of the Swiss police enters. "Ms. Amari," he says "We have some things you should see."

Pharah and Friendly Neighborhood Swiss Detective Michael Bendez walk into the office of Friendly Neighborhood Swiss Detective Michael Bendez.

"Now" said Michael Bendez "we looked through that ten-meter radius and found nothing, then we decided to look in an eleven-meter radius and we found these."

Michael Bendez takes out a box and takes out of the box bits of what appear to be plastic, one big piece was a big orange piece of a cylinder broken apart and another seemed to be a miniature orange traffic sign depicting some sort of soldier with a rocket launcher, jumping in the air. Other pieces were much smaller and gray, but still cylindrical. the rest were like little pieces of ceramic colored brown.

"We ran tests on them and found that all of these pieces are military-grade plastic," said Michael Bendez "Like what they used for before laser tech?" asked Pharah. "Yes" replied Michael 'Sansbrian' Bendez. "And also the bullets that were in Tracer's gut were tested and found to be some sort of gravel"

"Gravel? How does that work?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

Pharah couldn't believe how idiotic the concept of making your weapons out of plastic and your bullets out of gravel was. You'd either have to be a world-class moron or in a depth of shit not yet found by oceanographers to think that that was a good idea. It can't be that much harder to just buy a gun right? what kind of idiot do you have to be to...

"Alright, I get it Fareeha, they're idiots," DVa says.

They were in a café-teria eating sandwiches.

"you're gonna cause a scene, dude" DVa continued "Besides, you can't buy bazookas in Switzerland" Pharah realized she'd been rambling about this for so long that she'd forgotten she asked DVa to go to lunch with her. "You folk need help?" a deep, sensual voice said.

The two girls looked at the ungodly handsome McCree who stepped towards them in the same sort of stride one might assume God took as he was house-scouting the Garden of Eden. Sadly the women cannot admire his obvious beauty as one is gay and the other isn't interested.

In all probability because she's gay.

"What do you know about cases that don't make any sense?" Pharah asked.

"Well," said McCree, "I've solved a few cases in my time, did I ever tell ya 'bout the time I solved the oil spill murders of '64? woooooooo! That was a time to be alive!" McCree with his gift of ethereal beauty, ethereally rambles about his time solving cases and capturing Ashe in the way I hope he'll capture me someday.

The girls took no notice of his unmatched handsomeness.

Pharah stares blankly before coming to a realization "Wait, if they have no money, they must just be making everything from scratch, we just have to find a place that has a plastic refinery and a gravel pit!"

"huh, simple solution" DVa replies not looking up from her sandwich. "And I'll help ya'll gals," McCree said his pecs bouncing as he leaned forward.

"how? you weren't there," Pharah says.

"Yeah, but I think I've got just the place for this little operation"

A clever scene transition to a Saloon in the Swiss version of Skid Row, the 1992 German Cast Album of Der Kleine Horror-Laden plays in the background and all the patrons sing "Downtown" together. McCree swings the doors open, no one notices as they are too depressed. DVa and Pharah, with Tracer joining them following her recovery, follow in civilian clothes, as for McCree he's wearing a shirt and jeans that are tight in all the right places. McCree walks to the bartender.

"I'd like a shot of whiskey please," says McCree."I-I It's on the house sir!" says the bartender. McCree drinks it before asking another question. "Say, have you seen any suspicious characters 'round these parts" "Y-yeah, over there."

The bartender points to a short man in his early twenties with curly hair, dressed in a conductor-like suit with a very self-insert complexion. The man looks at the party and promptly runs out of the Saloon. McCree, Pharah, Tracer, and DVa give chase to the sound of the bartender shouting "Wait, please, come back as soon as possible!"

The man gets into a sunburst 2005 Chevy Astro AWD and drives off.

"Shit," McCree says as the Astro leaves them in the dust.

Billy Bob puts the pedal to the metal to run as far away from the forces of good as he can. His mind races with possibilities, why had the barman snitched on him? What led Overwatch to him? He hadn't done anything illegal in the past month, and even if it was illegal it wasn't that bad. All Billy Bob could do was worry before he heard jet engines above him.

"I ain't done nothing wrong!" said Billy.

"The evidence says otherwise!" one of the girls shouted.

"what evide-"

thump

Something lands on the car and not a minute passes before: "Cheers love!" a girl hangs head first from the top of the car. Billy screams.

Tracer rewinds just before the car swerves and crashes into a Hardware store.

Billy Bob nearly passes out from the impact of the crash and the airbag. Images lag inside his brain and despite his smallness he feels overwhelmingly claustraphobic as the walls of the car seem to close in. Fighting for his conciousness he bashes against the door trying to get out. Eventually, the door gives in and he crumbles onto the pavement.

The Overwatch members walk to the mass of flesh lying on the ground.

Billias Bob looks up at the five figures standing overtop of him. One was vehemently sexy, the rest were women.

"Am I dead?"

"No"

"Son of a-