Bringing The Arsenal: Overwatch

Chapter Three: Fear

I arrived to Heartland park, a empty nature center with a wonderful scenery. I parked my car on top of the hill overlooking the parking lot below. I grabbed my duffel  bag containing The Survivor, a MK12 with a A-COG sight, silencer, and a fore grip along with the double barrel pistol. I decided to take the precaution and put on a condor body armor, the best bullet proof vest money can buy, and hid it underneath my jacket. I have three hours to stakeout the area and find a place to set up a vantage point.

The plan is simple, survey the meeting until the weapons are given to Husk. Then, I fire two rounds into Husk's skull and steal the weapons, thus toppling the Black Badge and prevent their plan to distribute them to other gangs and low lives. Once that is done, the Black Badge will loose their influence on my hometown, allowing cops to fight the local criminals. I will return home normally, continuing my life. I can't wait till the opportunity comes knocking to take out that bastard once and for all.

I positioned myself on top of a hill surrounded thick trees. It gave me a spectator view of the transaction taking place at the parking lot. I head up the hill to lie down to listen to music. As my alarm went off, I see the home team of the game arriving to the parking lot in vans. The Black Badge took territory of the left side of the parking lot. A man in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a beard walked out of the van. It is Jonathan Husk, soon to be the late commander of Black Badge. I wait for the visiting team to show up.

The visiting team showed up, coming out of a aircraft. The men jumped out, all wearing black armor and a mixture of a gas mask and red laser like goggles. They look more like robots, time traveling to the present. Jesus, who the hell are these guys? The aircraft flew out of the parking lot and off into the night sky. I peek through my scope seeing that there was no one in the visiting team dressed differently from the rest. I tracked the soldier through my scope as he walked up to Husk and began to talk.

"So here is the cash, ten million dollars for a crate of your excellent weapons. Say, where is your boss, soldier?" Commented Husk.

"Our boss is doing something important". The Operative answered back.

"Alright, lets get this done". Husk said with a groan.

"There is one problem, our boss has found that you have a bit of a problem with your organization. You seem to be having trouble with the Arsenal as he has been stealing your weapons. We at Talon are concerned with your efficiency of the group". Explained the soldier

Talon, the terrorist masterminds behind the latest assassination on King's Row and they have intel on me? Christ, what have I gotten myself into.

"Who told you we have a problem. The Arsenal hasn't been causing any severe damage". Husk lied through his breath. "You need funding from us, do I have to remind you that we support you guys through our illegal activities. Now give us the damn weapons or should the world know what is really behind Talon". Husk threatened in a aggressive tone.

"Alright, I understand". The Talon Operative shrugs while he hands the crate of weapons to Husk.

Pleasure doing business with you guys", says Husk. He extends out his hand. The Talon grunt grabs Husk's hand. However, he continues to hold Husk's hand as the Talon operative pulls out a pistol and shoots Husk in the head at point blank range. The commander slumped forward. At the same time, the other Talon operatives moved forward and shoot the rest of the Black Badge grunts with their rifles.

What the hell... they just killed Husk. I need to go down there and take out the Talon operatives before they can reclaim the crate of weapons.

I make my way behind one of the Black Badge vans and looked into one of the rear view mirrors to see how many Talon thugs are standing around. I counted at least six goons, good enough for me. I get closer and slot them with seven shots using the Mk12. All fell with mists of blood erupting from their head and chests.

I made my way through the parking lot heading to the crate. I opened the lid slowly, preparing for anything that can be inside. WHAT!? ITS EMPTY. I kicked the empty crate hard in frustration. Why would a terrorist group go all this way to kill off some gun smugglers. Something isn't right here. I turn around and sprinted to the car, realizing I need to get out of here.

As I get close to my car, I feel a strong punch to my back. I spun around to the ground, hitting my head against the dirt. I opened my jacket and found a bullet casing as wide as a dime lodged in my vest. Shit, they have a sniper somewhere in the area and it is taking out any witness of the transaction. I need to get to cover.

I quickly claw my way up and, with all the remaining energy I had left, dove behind a dumpster. I feel bullet whizzing and hitting the ground 2 inches from me. Fuck, the sniper has it's sights on me. The car is about ten yards away, but I cannot go out and make the gauntlet to the car. The sniper knows Im wearing body armor and will aim for the head next. I quickly come to terms that I have no way out of this one.

I could only stay in one place, which doesn't help my anxiety at all. I sat there curling my legs up together with my back against the trashcan. I began to shake uncontrollably, panic began to set in. I began to breathe rapidly, closing my eyes as I quietly sob to myself. For the love of christ, someone fucking help me.

Suddenly, I nearly catch the sight of a blue flash coming from the rooftop of a cabin, to the picnic area, leading right next to me in my hiding spot. The flash phased into a cute woman wearing a aviator jacket with a badge of the British air force stitched on the side, along with orange leggings, and a reactor strapped on her chest, holding two pistols that I have never seen before. She kneels in front of me, staring in confusion as if I were a innocent bystander that was trapped at the wrong place at the wrong time. I shook and pleaded for help.

"Look, Im not one of those people down at the parking lot." I began stuttering heavily. "Im the Arsenal, a vigilante. I need to get out of here... help me... please..." My breathing increased.

Seeing that I was panicking, she reaches out and places two hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry love, you're going to be ok." She whispered

She pauses for a moment as I began to calm down. Then, she cups me cheeks to get my full attention. "Im going to disappear to distract Widowmaker for you. Once that happens, head to the car and get out as fast as you can." She instructs me. I nod in confirmation.

She lets go of her grip on me. My senses came back together. "Wait, who are you? will I see you again"? I asked.

The young spiky haired girl smiles. "Tracer." she said simply. "Don't worry, I will see you again. Now get ready to run." She replies.

"Thank you" I said while breathing slowly. She salutes to me as she phases in and out in a blue blur, leading up to the sniper's position. I look and watch Tracer teleport around, firing her SMGs at the sniper. The sniper runs off becoming shooting a piece of rope to scale down, forgetting the real prize.

That was the window Tracer provided for me, the adrenaline kicked in again. I got up and ran to the car. I hopped in, turned the ignition and begin to accelerate, going up the hill to the main road. I crank the stick and set the Mustang into sports mode, accelerating even faster. The drive felt like I was in the middle of a car chase, except I wasn't being pursued by a couple of vehicles, I was driving away from a assassin that wants to send me upstairs.

I drifted through a sharp turn and make my way to the highway. What the hell happened back there, why did Talon trade a empty crate, but killed the Black Badge before they opened the crate. I think back to the conversation and put the pieces together.

So the Black Badge had friendly connections with Talon. They were the ones giving the Black Badge those powerful weapons. However, it seemed tonight's meeting ended with the death of their commander.  But one question remains, why didn't they just kill Husk and not leave the empty crate out?

Hold on... Im asking the wrong question here. To who the crate was it intend for? It wasn't for the black badge at all, it was for me! Shit!! Talon knew I wouldn't miss an opportunity and they almost kill two birds with one stone.

I pull into the HQ and I get out of the car, wheezing. I removed the body armor to allow air circulate through my damaged chest and make my way upstairs. I was in a conflict emotions tonight as I was served up the near death experience of my life. I fall asleep and prepare for a better tomorrow.

A/N I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It was tough to write, but I figured out in the end. Thank you for reading the chapter and I will see you again.

-Wuss