Bringing The Arsenal: Overwatch

Chapter Five: Exodus

I spent all day storing my weapons and ammo to storage crates and moving them to a undisclosed location outside the facility to be shipped to the Overwatch HQ. As I finished stashing the crates of scrap and loot, I saw the ground floor looked a lot less cluttered than it ever was from the elevated view of the office. The storage provided safety from criminals and unwanted media during my days as a vigilante, giving me the sense of peace that I wanted, now I am going to work my way to be a agent of Overwatch, something better than having to work at some menial job. I decide to listen to Holiday by Green Day to kill some time.

I can't wait to be picked up for my adventure to be a member of Overwatch, but it got me worried. Seeing that Tracer can blink through places and Winston being a talking ape made me nervous. I have no access to technology, enhancements, or super powers, just a guy who decided to hunt a weapons dealer cartel with a false sense of survival equipped with weapons and junk I manage to craft and not much else.

I hope the stuff I built can make me stand out among fighters that easily outmatch me. I'm starting to feel interest for Tracer as she is the most cheerful person I have ever met. I'm glad someone like her saved me during the ambush at Heartland park. Wait, how did she find me? Eh, I should have asked that when she was here.

I head upstairs to pack up the rest of my weapons. As I holstered the DB pistol I felt the ground shake. What the hell, something isn't right. Seconds later, I hear the stomping of boots echoing from the ground floor. I peeked through the window to see about twenty men in black uniform sweeping the ground floor of the entire facility. Oh, Talon... TALON!?!? FUCK!!?!? How did they find me so quickly?

I look down in the kitchen to see that a hit squad of three are huddling near the door, leading to the only way into my office. I put on my white and black letterman jacket and grab The Seasons.  As I stop near the door, I load one grenade shotgun shell and fired. The door blew apart as debris, metal, and wood splinters shredded the squad into swiss cheese. A talon soldier crawled his way out of the kitchen, I executed him with one regular round as I walked by. I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket and called Tracer.

"Hey Aaron, how are you doing love?" Tracer greeted me in a warm tone

"You have to get here now, I have been compromised. Talon's gimps have found me and stormed the place." I told Tracer out of breath, holding The Seasons on my shoulder.

"Oh no... ok, we are coming sharpish. Be careful." She replies with concern. Seconds later, she spoke again. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm heading to the storage room to grab my personal weapons and head out. But I have to go through the entire facility and take back each room as fast as I can. Going to hang up, I need to clear them out before they can regroup." I said before disconnecting from the chat.

I scan the kitchen, no one is alive. I sprint my way to the storage room by taking back the workshop. I rushed into the workshop and shoot three soldiers occupying the room, throwing them back by the force of three shotgun bursts. I hear footsteps of a Talon soldier hurrying to the room from the firing range to check it out.

I yield back in the workshop and wait till he pops up out of the corner of the hallway, a narrow pathway with walls improvised by empty cargo boxes. I shoot him with a incendiary round, flames lit up his body. He threw his weapon and screamed, scratching himself and rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames. I walk around the burning body, leaving him to his demise.

I head to the firing range, spotting them taking cover. I switch the firing mode to automatic and loaded 10 more grenade shells. I blitz to the right in front of the firing range, spraying all of them with 8 rounds before I roll into cover. They all flew back in the firing field one by one as the entire room lit up by a magnitude of explosions. I head to the storage room and grabbed the rest of my weapons that I need for the HQ. I pick up the Swiss and placed the Seasons in the bag, figured I would need it incase more came bursting in.

I look to see the only exit is at the other end of where I am at and the area is empty. I sprinted my way out only to freeze at the sound of the roar of a engine halfway. I saw lights of four black vans heading my way. Four vans smash through the door of the main entrance and slid to a halt in the middle of the facility inside. I run for the firing range as it provides me a lot of cover before the soldiers disembark and take positions.

Thirty Talon soldiers piled out of the vans and began to shoot at me as I threw myself into the MG nest. Taking cover behind a concrete wall, I pull out The Swiss and leaned left out of cover. The modified M249 heavy machine gun started spinning it's mini gun barrel and began to fire with a insane fire rate, cutting down Talon units down in a matter of seconds. As more Talon soldiers fell, I slowly slide out of cover and walked forward. They start to run away from the eventual massacre that awaits them. The Swiss drops them like a set of dominos as I fan the improvised mini gun left and right of the building. The destruction I inflicted on them made me feel powerful. However, the bullets were bouncing off the trucks, making it useless.

As the Talon vans fired their mounted machine guns at my position, I drop the swiss and sprint under heavy fire to take cover behind a cargo box. I pull out the experimental Heavy.Assault.Rifle from the cargo box. I press a button on the side to extend a pack of micro missiles from the side of the barrel. Jesus, I hope this works.

I pull the trigger rapidly until the rockets flew into the Talon vans like fireworks. The trucks exploded one by one, creating a nice pyrotechnic display. However, Gasoline from the vehicles spread throughout the facility, letting the flames go lick the gas and starting trails of flames and smoke. Coughing from the smoke filling up the room, I get up from my position, took my duffel bag and began to exit the facility. I run through the facility filled with burning vehicles and corpses. The entire place is going to collapse, I need to pick up the pace. Great, so much for Talon throwing me a moving away party.

I got out of the HQ, make some distance from the burning building, and reached into my phone to call Tracer again.

"Hey, I am alive and I got all weapons out." I say out of breath.

"Oh thank god you are ok. We'll arrive in five minutes. Just stand by." She replied in a cheerful tone.

I hang up the phone, and sat down until I see a small helicopter landing on a open field of the docks. I make my way to go down the hill to the field. The sun rose as I walked closer. Jesus, how long did this fight carry out, I haven't slept yet. It doesn't matter anyway, the place is nearly destroyed.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind as a Talon survivor, covered in tears and burns, comes at me with a knife. He lunges, cutting into my jacket only to be held back by my two hands. I kicked him in the shins, cracking his leg. He lets go of the knife. I drop the bag, walked up to the crouching soldier, and executed him with a headshot using the DB pistol. I check myself to see how he cut several holes into my jacket. Great, he ruined my favorite jacket. The jacket was from one of my favorite movies, Drive. I hope that headshot was painful for him.

I head to the airship exhausted, carrying my duffle bag and the Hydra pistol. I didn't need to check myself, I could feel the cuts, bruises, dirt, and the satisfaction that I got out of the facility without being sent to the infirmary, or a black box. My vision became blurry as I walked closer. I see the door opening to see Tracer in shock.

"My god love, what happened in there" Tracer gasps as she sees me covered in cuts, blood, dirt, and ash.

I breathed heavily as I spoke."Tonight I walk out of a burning building after killing a bunch of terrorists in the facility with a shotgun, not to mention several trucks came plowing in through the god damn entrance to kill me. As soon as I blew up the trucks, a fire lit up the facility. Lets get the hell out of here. I really need to lie down." I complained.

"Sure, follow me." Tracer instructed "We got him, get us out of here".

She guided me to a nice seat in the airship. I sat down at a row near the window as Tracer takes a seat next to me. I watched through the window as we departed away from the burning building I called home four years ago. After we took off, I leaned my head against the table and dozed off.

A/N The action scenes were tough to make in the beginning, but it got easier from there on. I hope you enjoyed it.

-Wuss