GhostWatch (FF)

Chapter 11

"I've checked high and low, even places not to expect 76. I think he's onto us." Charles reported as he walked about an abandoned warehouse. They had been searching the town for the past 6 hours.

"It's 1:00 at night, can we go back and sleep?" Lena asked as she yawned in the comms. "No, he's here. I know he is." 76 said. Charles rolled his eyes and sighed. He walked around an abandoned warehouse to see if this 'Arsenal' was hiding out in.

He stopped in his tracks as he heard some scuffling in a room nearby. Charles crept to the side entrance of the room and peered in. He noticed a man hurrying back and forth as he placed gears and weapon parts into a large duffle bag.

"Should have moved. I feel as if someone is looking for me. Just isn't my day." The man said before rushing about as he placed what looked like a modified M14 in his bag. Charles crept into the room lightly before as the man continued to place more parts in his bag. Charles winced lightly as The Rider began to get restless. He sighed and walked out in the open as his skin melted and the Rider took form.

"Arsenal." He said making the man jump and turn. "Oh, it's you. Come to kill more people?" Arsenal asked before pulling out a twin barrel pistol and firing at the skeleton.

"What? No, hold on-." He never got to finish his sentence before the blast hit his chest, sending Charles flying back to the entrance.

"He wasn't kidding, damn that pistol is a monster." Charles said. He hoisted himself up as Arsenal aimed the pistol at him again.

"Hold on Rambo, I just want to talk." He said holding his hands up. Arsenal hesitated before lowering his pistol.

"Well I've got some questions. Who are you with? Black Badge?" He asked as he holstered his pistol. Arsenal stilled hovered his hand over the pistol as Charles reverted back to human form and groaned lightly.

"Believe it or not, but Overwatch." Charles replied. Arsenal backed up and laughed. "You expect me to believe that? You're funny Mr. Williams. But Overwatch is gone, dead in the past. Like the rest of history for that group." He said lowering his eyes to the ground. Charles felt this man held something bad about the group.

"I am an Overwatch agent, Arsenal. Winston had recalled old agents back to active duty. The lot of them, Tracer, Mercy, Lucio, Reinhardt, everyone." Charles said. Arsenal returned his gaze back to Charles and scowled.

"I don't buy it. If Overwatch is back, where is Barnes? Agent Chloe Hill?" Arsenal asked. Charles pursed his lips and gripped his fist tighter.

"Forgive me, but who is 'Barnes'? I was an agent during the Silver Age, but I never knew any Agent 'Chloe Hills'." Charlie replied. "Hills along with me were apart of a group called 'The Unit'." Arsenal answered. Charles remembered hearing from a couple of the older members about the Unit. A special forces group of the UN that also had Overwatch influence. A group that stopped terrorist acts from happening when Overwatch wasn't there to stop it.

"No, even though the agents were recalled, she must've never answered the Recall and thought it was a hoax." Charles replied. "I never seen any of the agents from the Unit, I'm sorry Mr. Richards." Arsenal gritted his teeth before rushing forward and placing a knife onto Charles's throat.

"I don't believe you." He hissed. Charles stared into the man's eyes to see pain. Pain he must've held onto when Overwatch was forced into hiding. He realized this man must've loved this woman. Charles understood his distrust of him, hell, he's got a demon in him and demons lie.

"I'm sorry Aaron, I'm sorry but I don't know the whereabouts of Barnes. I don't know if she is alive." Charles choked out. Arsenal stared into his eyes before removing the blade and sheathing it.