The elite international task force- Overwatch has been set up to gather each country's finest personnel alike. However, after years of backlash and internal conflicts, the organisation is starting to crumble. A small but powerful militia, lead by a...
"Wildcard, this next contract involves high priority targets. Don't bother asking about who the targets are, my guy will describe the clothing they'll wear. One male and female travelling in a limo. Details are enclosed."
Wildcard studies the map sitting in his Dodge Charger SRT-8, checking over files and filling his magazines with cartridges for his Heckler & Koch P30L.
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He checks that his pistol is loaded, and all spare magazines are loaded under his suit into his gun belt.
10 mins later, he receives radio chatter from his henchmen.
Militia Soldier 1: Sir, targets are approaching into view.
Hold position. Don't fire a shot unless they, or I do. Cover for me while I get the job done.
Militia Soldier 1: Copy. Standing by.
The limo pulled into his view and drove past him. He started the 6.4L Hemi big block engine giving a mighty rumble.
Tyres skidding, he chased after the limo.
This one's gotta be fast. Just a hit and run.
The pitch-black night was interrupted with the unholy crackles of thunder and lighting turning it to an almost blinding angel light, only with the sounds of engines rumbling and a landing dropship approaching the docks.
(A/N) Commander_Knight145 , this is my take on what happened in GhostWatch's prologue. If he sounds overpowered in your opinion, let me know and I can make changes.
Charles Williams and his sister Jennie along with their aunt Lena Oxton and caretaker Gabriel Reyes, Ana Amari and her daughter Fareeha were having the time of their life. Lots of games, chatter about the old days and soda.
In the front, the driver looked back to see another car in his view. It pulled up alongside it, and with no warning, smashing into the side.
Charles and the others immediately ceased all conversation as the impact rocked the vehicle.
The black Charger scraped the side, this time knocking over the drinks inside. Ana, Reyes and Oxton scrambled to get the pistols out of their compartments.
Reyes: What's wrong with this guy!?
Another violent impact followed.
The trio soldiers finally managed to get the weapons free, but before they could open a window, the Charger P.I.T maneuvered them into a bollard and violently smashing the door almost crushing Reyes.
Wildcard's Charger suddenly braked.
Reyes: KILL THIS NOBODY!
Lightning crackled in the night, intensifying the battle.
Wildcard backed the rumbling V-8 sedan as the bodyguards, Charlie and Jennie started firing their modified Glock SMGs at him, ducking for his life under the hail of bullets.
He backs up into the female as she rolls onto the roof of the Charger to avoid being hit. However, Wildcard decided that now was the time to discharge the powerful P30L's 9mm rounds.
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7 rounds ripped into the fragile body like tissue paper due to absolutely no body armour.
Next, the vehicle swung around clipping a guard's leg before the hitman delivered another 3 rounds, hitting the head and chest.
Reyes: WHERE'S OUR BACKUP!? WE'RE BEING SLAUGHTERED LIKE LAMBS HERE!
Morrison: Militia troops are driving us back, we're trying to reach your position ASAP, ETA 5 mins!
The engine revved up again, smashing into another guard and pinning him against the door.
For the next few minutes, the bodyguards protecting the team dropped as body after body crumpled to the ground.
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As he slowed to a stop, a shot from the male target hit the headrest almost hitting his skull mask. He retaliated with 2 shots, one capping him in the knee as he accelerated down to where he is and swinging the car around smashing the window against his head, slumping to the ground. The screech of tires and the eyeless skull mask was the last thing he saw before darkness took over.
(A/N) Had to make an entrance, sorry that this chapter took a long time to work on.
