HITMAN: Aftermath

Aftermath

"Thought to be long abandoned, Overwatch's Watchpoint: Gibraltar was bombarded last night by what witnesses claim to have been 'explosives and gunfire.' Early officials found the facility in shambles and discovered the presence of the reignited terrorist group that has been attacking all over the world. However, evidence pertains to another party that attacked the remnants of the organization that formerly protected the world prior to the Petras Act. Dozens of Overwatch agents were found dead on scene.

"Investigations are still ongoing, but two notable casualties have been uncovered: Winston, Overwatch's reputed primate scientist from the controversial Moon Base Horizon following the disaster years ago, and none other than the vigilante Soldier 76. Shockingly, his identity has been revealed to be none other than Jack Morrison, one of Overwatch's founding fathers thought to be dead decades ago.

"Federal agents have swarmed the watchpoint and are keeping the outflow of information in control, but we expect more news to follow. Stay tuned for more on GNN!"

The driver flicked the radio off as they pulled into the empty parking lot. Surrounding their entrance in were dozens of armed sicarios dabbed in neon face paint. The base, an old mansion, stood proudly at two stories.

"Sombra!" called out a muscular man with his arms stretched. He wore a sweat-stained tang top with black cargo pants. A skull glowing neon green and purple masked his face like the rest of the mooks.

She hopped out of the truck as the driver went around to the back. "Long time no see, Rodriguez," she said with a slight wave. "I see the gang still runs strong even after Claude's death."

The gang leader laughed. "Assassination runs with the territory. All it does is leave a spot empty for people like me." Rodriguez peered past Sombra at the end of the truck, curious. "So what brings you back to Dorado?"

Sombra didn't need to a say a word as the driver loaded a package onto a jack pallet, wheeling it down a ramp and over to the two. She took a knife to the tape, running along it with the very edge. Rodriguez couldn't believe his eyes.

"Dios mío..." In the package lay a bald man clad in a suit and red tie. His gloved hands were strewn over his chest like a pharaoh, clutching two custom-made, silenced Hardballers. Blood stained his stomach area where three bullet holes tore through the cloth. "This is the guy?"

"I caught a lucky break. Whole watchpoint was in ruins, and nothing went exactly to plan, but Jack pulled through to the end. My drones found the two of them dead. Jack got some hits on him, 47 pulled off the kill, but died from his wounds not long after."

Rodriguez plucked one pistol from 47's non-existent grip, whipping it around in his hand. "You took its bullets out?"

Sombra snatched the gun back, wrapping 47's fingers around the handle into its original position. "Because it's not for someone like you to keep. We bury him with his only keepsakes. It's only right."

"You wanna bury him in that old church with the former leaders? Why would he deserve something as honorable as that?"

The driver took the cart, pulling it across the walkway. The two followed the cadaver while talking. "Well, you could say it's for personal reasons."

Rodriguez paused. "You mean... He's the one who killed Snite?"

Judging by Sombra's grin, he knew the answer to his own question. "Tomorrow, I dissolve the ICA for good," she plainly said. "But before that, everyone deserves a chance to witness the ghost himself."

The gang leader failed to hold it in. He burst open with a slew of laughter. "You wanna put him on display for the night? Exposing a silent assassin like himself to dozens of people would be humiliating!" He slapped his knee as if it was the funniest thing he'd heard all year.