(Scrapped) Overwatch: Playing With The Enemy

Chapter Two :Meetings

Berlin, Germany

August 5th 2081

8:35PM

The sun had barely begun to set in Germany's capital city of Berlin and it was already looking like it would be a rough night. The streets rang out with gun fire as Mercy and Tracer ran across rooftops trying to close the distance between them and the unmistakable sounds of a fight. "I hope we're not wastin' our time going to the wrong fight. It'll be a right Jakki Brambles if we end up in the wrong place." Lena said pausing for a second then realising that Angela wouldn't know what she meant. "Shambles luv, It would be a shambles if we're in the wrong place." With an audible realisation of what the slang meant she quickened her pace to be alongside Lena. "I think you're right but if you listen you can hear the different fighting, long scattered and somewhat quiet bursts of fire, assault rifles and quite a few but then singular loud discharges, a sniper rifle. So I believe we are going the right way, Ja?" She said as she grabbed Tracer by the hand and lifted her over a larger street with her wings. "Yea, sounds like our girl..." Lena widened her eyes a bit, unsure of where that came from. She was pissed at Widowmaker, wasn't she? She shook it off for now but would have to think about that when they were done.

As the pair reached the end of the roof tops they were welcomed by a more open courtyard. At one end looking particularly boxed in they saw Widowmaker, it really was her that the Talon soldiers were hunting. At the other end, said Talon soldiers were in a crescent formation, taking cover when necessary for reloading but they were well organised. As one team ducked down to reload another team stood to continue fire. It was almost frightening how well they we're working today. In the past they had been scattered and clumsy. Then with a sinking heart Mercy spotted the reason for they're good behaviour. She grabbed Tracer firmly by the shoulder and dragged her down behind a terrace. "Scheisse. Scheisse. Scheisse. Das ist sehr schlecht." She said as she held Tracer in position. "Um, Luv. I'm English. Ain't got no clue what you just said." Tracer whispered to her. "Carefully, look out to the third group and about 12 feet back." Mercy instructed and Tracer slowly crept up and looked out, then bolted back down full of worry at the sudden complication. "oh! Well. Shit. Whats Creepy McCreep doin' 'ere. We didn't plan on him." She said as she shuffled nervously. Mercy took on a stern expression as she looked at Tracer. "What?" Tracer shot back, confused by what she had said. "Reaper isn't just Reaper, Lena. That is Gabriel Reyes. He was a close friend. He nearly died and I tried to save him when at a time I didn't fully understand my Nanomachines. What they did for me they also did for him but in a different way. It went wrong. If Amelie is a victim of Talon the Reaper is a victim of me." She said to Tracer, spitting with venom aimed at herself but a bit louder than she should have. Before anything else could be done or said a few feet in front of them a spot on the ground blackened and started to grow. "oooh bollocks." Tracer said with a slight tremble in her voice. Reaper slowly and menacingly rose from the dark pool before them. "Hello, DOCTOR." He said in a deep and dark gravelly voice, taking a step forward and turning his face to Tracer. "Hello. Annoyance." He shot his words towards her with a lot of anger behind them. Tracer chuckled slightly with nerves. "'ello sir. Lovely weather today ain't it." She said back playfully trying to cover up how intimidated she felt.

Mercy stood, there wasn't any point in trying to hide anymore. "Reyes.." She began. "NO!!" Reaper shouted, interrupting whatever Mercy was going to say. "Off with you. Annoyance. I've figured out why you're here but that no longer concerns me. I have business with the Doctor here. If you die without her helping you, you die. If you save the run away, you save her." He continued, never taking his eyes off Mercy. Tracer swallowed hard but she wasn't actually going to argue with him but she still gave Mercy a token glance, who just nodded for her to go. With that Tracer slowly stood and walked to the edge of the building and put a foot up on the top the small terrace she to a quick look back before blinking off and down to the ground.

"She'll be fine really, those troops are morons who couldn't hit the broadside of a country without assistance. Worry about yourself." Reaper said as he manifested two shotguns, one in each hand and let them hang pointed at the ground. Mercy only had a single pistol on her but drew it anyway and held it tight but didn't raise it. "Please Gabriel, don't do this. Talk to me." She said, if not pleaded. Reaper chuckled. "Talk? Sure. Lets talk." He replied but it still sent a shiver up Mercy's spine. To her surprise the shotguns disappeared as quickly as they came but then Reaper reach up to his face. He slowly took his mask off and raised his face to meet hers and suddenly zoomed forward. "LETS TALK ABOUT MY BEING A WALKING CORPSE!" He yelled. His face was unnaturally dark, and had the look of someone in early to mid decomposition. It shocked Mercy and she stepped back, dropping her gun and raising a hand to her mouth with a gasp. "What?! Not the prettiest painting YOU have ever made? Not the GREAT miracle you believed to have created? I am in a constant limbo between DEAD and ALIVE thanks to you little antics. Dying in battle only to come back moments later. Why didn't you leave well enough alone and let me DIE!?" Reaper growled as Mercy stood trembling unable to give him an answer. She knew the answer but it lodged itself in her throat. Reaper stepped back and reapplied his mask. "Well then. Silence is as good an answer as any." He said and before she could react his shotguns were back and he throw the barrels up and pointed them to Mercy's face.

Down on the ground Tracer landed from blinking down the building and then again across the courtyard. Fire small bursts from her pulse pistols she started to cause the Talon troops to duck for cover as they were without their commander. An added bonus she thought. Before she knew it she was behind the same piece of cover that Widowmaker was and as if by instinct both women pointed the barrel of their weapons at each other. To Tracers Surprise Widow was actually the first to lower her rifle and quickly too, as if she recognised Tracer and couldn't believe she had pointed it at the plucky Brit in the first place. Tracer was a bit slower at lowering her weapons but did so all the same. "So. What ya lookin' at?" Tracer asked as she had done on many of their encounters. "Haha. An annoyance, chérie." Widowmaker replied with her usual statement but this was different. Tracer couldn't believe it and stared blankly for a moment. "She laughed, likely clearly and with feeling and, laughed." She thought. "Chérie? I do hope that since your guns are not pointed at me, you came intent on helping, non?" Widowmaker said breaking the trance Tracer was in. "Oh right, yea. We saw you running and Talon on ya tail so 'ere we are to try work out whats going on." She explained and Widowmaker seemed to smirk devilishly but in a playfully and not in a way that made Tracer think this was a trap. "What no 'The cavalry is 'ere.'?" She teased with a giggle and Tracer blushed noticeably. "Well, I mean, we are but um just a quick one. Have their guns been quiet for a long time or is that just me?" She replied thinking of it all of a sudden and it caused Widowmaker to widen her eyes and wonder the same thing.

The Talon troops had indeed stopped firing but it was not due to a cunning plan. It was because they had been distracted by the shouting coming from the roof top that their commanding officer had gone. Tracer and Widowmaker had been so caught up in their own flirtatious exchange that they hadn't notice the growling the Reaper had been putting out. As the peaked over the top of the cover they saw the vast majority of the troops almost confused as they were looking skyward. As the two looked at one another and slipped back into cover Tracer had a thought. "Her golden irises are actually qui.." The thought was suddenly forced out of her mind as a thunderous blast came exploding through the air from the roof top. "No. NO MERCY!" Tracer cried and just as she was about to blink away a swirling black fog came hurtling down towards her from the roof. Neither Tracer nor Widowmaker reacted fast enough. With a swift motion, Reaper landed and swung the barrel of his shotgun into the side of Tracers head with all the strength and rage he had. As the barrel suddenly connected with her, Trace went flying through the cement cover and tumbling across the courtyard. Widowmaker followed the events with wide, stunned eyes. Revealing more horror than she expected to feel but as she turn to look back at the culprit, all she saw was a large clenched black fist hurtling towards her. With no time to react to it she found herself sliding across on her back across the ground. She could feel the pain from the fist in her face and the scratching and cutting of the gravel along her back before everything went dark and she drifted unconscious.