OVERWATCH 2 - The Full Story

Incursion

This is a continuation of the last scene in the pve: Talon's detection of Zenyatta's whereabouts.

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"We found him."

Widowmaker's sudden voice pierced the air like a sharp blade. Her eyes, glinting with icy precision, locked onto Zenyatta. There was no mistaking the weight of her words. The Omnic monk, so had it, was not just a pawn in Talon's sinister game of chess. He was the piece they needed.

Widowmaker's finger tightened onto the trigger of her rifle.

"Easy, spider," Sombra said, recognising the sign of aggression. "Boss would prefer him back alive."

She took a step forward, seemingly at ease.

"Gotta say, Zenny. Didn't quite peg you for the key to a global robot uprising. Must be nice to be wanted by everyone." Her tone was laced with amusement, but her eyes gleamed with something more dangerous. Zenyatta remained calm enough, his orbs softly humming as they circled him. Regardless, there was a tension-a cautious instinct-beneath his serene exterior.

"You misunderstand, Sombra. I seek no part in this conflict. Ramattra has chosen a path of destruction. I will not walk it."

Widowmaker's grip on her rifle remained steady, but her patience was wearing thin.
She was not one to engage in formalities with a target. She took a dislike to the way Sombra conducted her interrogations, but then again... if Widowmaker had her way, they'd have put an end to the Omnic right there and then.

"You do not have a choice," she scowled. "Talon is not interested in your ideals, only your influence. Ramattra trusts you. That makes you a valuable asset."

Her eyes flicker to Sombras, with a hidden meaning- a command. Talon were not here to negotiate. Zenyatta was to be extracted, or, preferable to Widowmaker, eliminated. It was that simple.

Sombra, holding her gun loosely between her fingers, broke the silence with a short, mocking laugh. "Hear that, amigo? You're not just some monk preaching peace. You're a weapon. In Talon, those kinds of things are favoured." She narrowed her eyes and smirked. With one swift twirling hand motion the interface of her glove flashed to life. "So, how do you want to play this, Zenny? Come with us now, or things will get a little more... creative, ay?"

Zenyatta spoke with an air of tranquility. "Ramattra's ways will only lead to more suffering. I will not be the cause of more violence."

Widowmaker had had enough of this impractical nonsense. She stepped forward, her voice devoid of empathy, only cold pragmatism. "That is not for you to decide. Talon will use whatever means necessary to shape this world. You are simply another resource."

The words barely left her mouth before a blur of silver shot between them.

Genji.

His cybernetic body causing him to move faster than anyone could react, landed in a defensive stance in front of his master, sword glimmering in the dim light.

Sombra and Widowmaker exchanged glances.

"Touch him, and that will be the last mistake you ever try to make." Genji growled, his tone raw with an unmistakable edge of fury.

Nonetheless, he was apprehensive.

Genji had returned to seek answers, only to discover more questions.

Sombra's smile was taunting, her eyes glittery with roguishness. "Oh-ho, look who's here to save the day. The prodigal son returns to his master. Always so dramatic, aren't you, Sparrow?"

Genji tensed a little.

Widowmaker turned her attention to the ninja, her rifle poised to strike. "You are too late." She barked irritably. "He's already ours."

Sombra moved first.

Without warning, she released a burst of hacking energy towards Genji, but he was ready. With a single fluid movement, his sword cut through the digital assault flawlessly. He darted forward and struck for Widowmaker, but he wasn't the only genetically modified one. She sidestepped effortlessly, firing a volley of rounds of which Genji deflected with his blade.
Sombra reappeared in a cloud of violet energy, her translocator bringing her behind the ninja in an instant. "Think you can bring down two Talon agents, ninja boy?"

Genji rolled, but a second too slow. He stumbled backwards, his balance momentarily compromised. Widowmaker was stood directly in front of him, gun at the ready, and for the first time today: she was smiling.

"Any last words?"