I stretched my arms out, a loud yawn erupting from my lips as it blocked out the sounds of my stiff joints cracking. "Anything yet?"

Athena and I have been hard at work in trying to encrypt the remaining codes in the Sombra Protocol. The first one we cracked was merely a simple greeting. A tutorial, in a way, to show us the basics of this "game". Who or what this Sombra character was, they were sure making this whole thing out to be some sort of game, that's for sure. Each new code was harder than the last. It was all too difficult for even Athena to crack, and she was the most smartest and brilliant super computer I've ever worked with.

Granted, she's also the only super computer I've worked with, but my point still stands. Every time we couldn't break a code, we moved on to the next one. Then the next one, and the one after that.

"Negative, Miss Ivery," Athena replied. "We seem to be unable to crack these series of codes."

She brought up the pair that we had referred to. Two pieces of codes, completely different from each other. Each of them of course had a solution, but at this rate, they seemed impossible to get to. Every time we had trouble with the first code, we moved on to the second, and then kept going back and fourth. I groaned out of frustration and tiredness. We've been working on this one for some time now. We can't solve one code without first figuring out the other. Not being able to crack any of them was really starting to irritate me. Glancing at the holographic clock next to the computer screen, it displayed: 7:30AM.

I groaned again, my head hitting the desk. We've been at this all night. It felt like studying for exams back at VanTech all over again.

A quiet cough caught my attention. I lifted my head from the desk, turning my chair around to see Lena Oxton standing before me. She held a cup of coffee in each hand.

"How's it coming?" She asked.

"It's not," I muttered. "We haven't been able to crack the next two codes."

McCree had filled the others in on our little discovery of the Sombra Protocol. They were just as confused and utterly creeped out as we were when Athena showed them the encrypted message. Hanzo and Zenyatta were even more confused, as they were completely new to Overwatch and its operations, but they slowly learned thanks to the younger Shimada brothers help and aid. After asking around, they all concluded that they have never even heard of the name Sombra. If they are in league with Reaper, more specially Talon, whoever this person or program is, must have been a more recent addition to the terrorist group.

A cheap, helpful smile formed on Tracer's lips as she extended one of the cups of coffee towards me. "Thought you could use some energy from being up all night."

Normally I'm not too much of a coffee person. I've had the occasional Ice Cappuccino from Tim Hortons, but that was basically it. But smelling the aroma of the drink, it felt very tempting. I carefully took the cup in my hands, smiling back at the girl. "Thanks."

"No problem," she beamed, motioning her head. "Why don't you come outside and get some fresh air for a while? Might do you some good."

I hummed with approval, sitting up from my chair. "That's probably a good idea."

"I shall update you should I discover anything that we may have missed," spoke Athena.

"Thanks Athena," I obliged with a smile, drinking a gulp of my coffee. I must have been a lot more thirsty than I thought.

My computer station powered down as I followed Lena down the steps and into the hull of the shuttle. Winston was snuggled up in a blanket at one of the far beds of the room. Last night while Athena and I did our thing, Winston got to work at registering Hanzo Shimada as an official Overwatch agent. Even gave him his own communicator. I got the notification of Hanzo being added to my communicator contacts somewhere around 11:30pm, maybe midnight. I'm not sure. I wasn't exactly keeping track of the time at that point.

Although Winston won't put Hanzo's information inside the database. Not yet at least. If Reaper does try to hack his way into the Agent database again, we don't want him discovering the archer's information either. Who knows? He might tip it off to the Shimada Clan.

Meanwhile, everyone else seemed to be outside. I was surprised most of us were up this early, but I suppose it doesn't hurt. We are still in Hanamura after all. What if that Riku guy is still ticked about Hanzo defeating his thugs and Genji getting the jump on him? Would he be looking for them? Has he been looking for them? Who knows.

Lena and I watched as Hanzo did some target practice. He used his bow to shoot the arrows up at a tree, using the apples as targets. He was quite spot on.

Jesse whistled with astonishment, tipping his hat back to get a better view. "Pretty handy with that bow,"

The elder Shimada brother stiffened, pausing his training for a brief moment as he processed the compliment in his mind. "Thank you,"

"You're welcome," The cowboy nodded in reply.

"Earlier this morning, you weren't such a bad shot yourself," Hanzo spoke, glancing over at the man.

"Thank you kindly," Jesse smiled, whipping his Peacekeeper out as he did some fancy twirls. After his performance, he stuck the gun out towards the tree, firing a shot as it snapped off a tree branch, knocking down three apples to the ground. "Try and beat that."

Hanzo scoffed, rolling his eyes at the cowboy as he took aim at the tree, calculating where to strike. My gaze turned into a trance as I couldn't take my eyes off of the archer. He looked so focused, it was almost mesmerizing. The way he stood in his stance, his forearm making his tattoo stand out like that. Which reminded me; I have got to question Hanzo about that tattoo of his. It was incredible detailed. He released the arrow, firing it into the braches as it vanished into the leaves. There was a quick ruffle, followed by silence.

"Close but no cigar," Jesse signed, smiling with victory, puffing smoke out of his mouth as he smoked his cigar.

"Wait for it," Hanzo spoke, raising a finger.

Genji was watching with Zenyatta to the side of the shuttle, tucked away in the shade of another tree. The cyborg ninja sprang up from his mediating and jogged over before springing up and climbing the tree swiftly, disappearing into the leaves. There was constant ruffling as a few leaves fell from the tree, slowly swirling to the ground. Finally Genji jumped down from the tree, landing on his two feet and right hand. He stood up, showing off Hanzo's bow which was held in his left hand. Along with 5 apples that was logged into the metal stick like a cabob.

"I believe this is yours, brother," Genji spoke, returning the arrow to Hanzo.

"Thank you," Hanzo took the arrow in his hand. He looked over at McCree, smirking at the cowboy teasingly. "Close," He took a slow bite out of apple at the top of the arrow. He swallowed, then continued. "But no cigar."

I covered my mouth with my free hand, trying to hold in my snickers. Hanzo just totally schooled Jesse. That was fantastic!

Hanzo chuckled at the cowboy as he walked passed him. Jesse looked completely speechless. His mouth gaped open, the cigar dropping to the ground as it burnt out, the tiny trail of smoke soaring from the grass. McCree stood still as he just stared at the archer took his leave. He tried to speak, but he couldn't get any words out of his mouth.

"I know that look," Tracer whispered to me.

"What?" I raised a brow at the girl.

"Jesse," She motioned her eyes towards the American. "He's got it bad for Hanzo."

"Seriously?" My eyes widened slightly after hearing that. "No way,"

"Way," She grinned.

Jesse McCree and Hanzo Shimada? Together? Well, the two of them seem to be getting along with each other. Overall, Hanzo seems like he's adjusting to his new surroundings alright.

The archer neared us, taking his apple out of the arrow before extending it towards us. "Apple?"

"Why thank you, Mr. Shimada," Lena giggled, removing one apple.

"Thanks," I smiled at the Japanese man, taking the one after Lena.

"Let me know if you need another one, Hope," Hanzo spoke, looking over at me. "You've been up all night. You'll need to get your strength back up."

"I will," I nodded. "Thanks again."

He nodded in reply before proceeding inside the shuttle. Once he was gone, Lena and I walked down the small narrow hill, meeting up with the remaining trio.

"Well that was smooth, Jesse," Lena laughed.

"Aw shucks, Lena, come off it!" Jesse stuttered, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink as he tipped his hat over his eyes.

"No, no, I think it's cute," She assured the cowboy. "Right Hope?"

My shoulders tensed as I nervously shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, it wasn't that bad, right?"

"Except for the part where he completely schooled you," Genji commented with a laugh. "If you thought that was bad, you should have heard our conversation last night!"

"Don't tempt me, Genji-kun," McCree cautioned, pointing a finger at him.

"It is all in good fun, Mr. McCree," Zenyatta hovered towards the group. "Genji, what do you say to Jesse?"

Genji sighed with a chuckle. "My apologies if I embarrassed you," He composed himself, bowing his head at the cowboy.

"Apology accepted, buddy," Jesse replied. "Can we move on to something else now, please?"

"Of course," Zenyatta agreed. "Ms. Ivery, what's the progress on the Sombra Protocol?"

"Athena and I have just barely scratched the surface," I muttered. I tapped the touch screen of my wrist communicator, bringing up a holographic screen of the two codes. I sat down on the grass, the others gathering around me. "We just can't seem to crack these two exact pieces."

The first code was a series of hexadecimal numbers. The majority were 2 digit numbers, while some where a number and a letter. It read, "646f6f6d66697374". The second code was an image of some sort of village. It appeared to be somewhere in South America, if I had to make an educated guess? The image however was a bit distorted in a way. The lights and lanterns in the picture glowed a bright neon green, other than the usual yellow glow. The sky was a lot more darker than it appeared to be. There was also a green line stretched through the top of the image.

"I just don't get it," I shook my head, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "I've never seen something like this,"

"Let me see the photo," McCree spoke up. I enlarged the image, tilting the screen over to the cowboy. He cupped his chin, examining the photo. "I know what this is."

"You do?" I asked, looking over at him with relief.

"This is a photo of Dorado, down in Mexico. This was an old tactic we tried once back in my Blackwatch days. While we're out on a mission, we'd use it to send messages to each other without the enemy knowing it. There's a message hidden inside the image." He explained.

"How can I encrypt it?" I questioned with eagerness.

"Watch and learn," He smirked. Cracking his knuckles, I brought up a virtual keyboard so McCree could work his magic. And last night he said that computers weren't his thing. I guess that's one thing he's good at with regards to hacking.

McCree google searched the actual image, then compared it to the distorted version. Finding the diferences, he dechypered the image as it fizzled out and turned into the familiar, purple text in Spanish.

"Nice work, Jesse!" Tracer cheered.

"Not bad," Genji commented.

"What does it mean?" I pestured. I really need to start leaning Spanish so I wouldn't have to keep asking McCree. I kind felt bad about having to constantly ask him. I didn't want to feel like I was pesturing the cowboy or anything.

"It says: Por que estan mirando al cielo? La respuesta no esta sobre sus cabezas, esta detras de ustedes. A veces, necesitan analizar sus logros previos," Jesse spoke. "Which means, Why are you looking at the sky? The answer isn't over your heads, it's behind you. Sometimes, you need to analyze your previous achievements."

"Previous achievemnts?" I repeated with confusion, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Perhaps the second code will help shed some light," Zenyatta suggested. "Since the two of them appear to be in correlation with each other."

Taking the omnic's advice, I casted the first message to the side, bringing up the hexadecimals in another holographic tab. The number 6 seemed to be a repeating number, and the letter 'F' shows up about 3 times in totally, with the only other letter showing up in the code is 'D'. Shouldn't there be one letter with each number though? Something didn't feel right to me.

"It's not coordinates mapping out to a location. It's not something for a graph either, but what could it---" I stopped, a light bulb going off in my head.

"Hope?" Lena perked, her head tilting to the side.

"Wait a minute..." I muttered.

All this time I was thinking it had something to do with math! But I was wrong! All I had to do was simply translate it into text, just like I did with the first code involving binary. How the heck could I have been so stupid!

"Athena, are you there?" I called.

"Always," she responded.

"Can you do me a favour and help me translate this into text, please?"

I opened up a new tab, bringing up a translator as I copied the hexadecimals and pasted it into the tab. I slammed the enter button with my index finger as Athena scanned the code. After a few brief moments, the numbers changed and flashed into a word. A single word.

Doomfist.

"Doomfist?" I repeated.

"Oh, I know that name!" Tracer exclaimed. "Doomfist was an old enemy of Overwatch. Well, the second Doomfist anyway, the first one was a good lad. Anyway, he was causing some trouble, so Winston brought him down back in the day."

"Back in the day," McCree drawled.

"Wouldn't that be..." Genji added, his voice trailing off.

I snapped my fingers suddenly as we all looked at each other, our faces lighting up. "Past achievements!"

I brought up the Overwatch Database, searching the keyword Doomfist. There wasn't too much about him. It showed files about the original Doomfist and his glory days, followed by reports of criminal activity by the second Doomfist, the one that Winston primal punched his way into a prison cell. Finally there was the report of his gauntlet being shipped off to a storage facility in South Africa. But these files were a few years old.

"But what would Talon want with Doomfist? He's in prison," Genji spoke. "Surely they don't possess the might to break a criminal out of a high security prison."

"It has to be something recent then," Tracer realized. "But what?"

I went back to Google, deleting the previous tag as I typed in Doomfist and pressed search. In the news section, the most recent article was published just a few hours ago. I clicked on it and it went straight to a National History Museum Website.

"The Numbani Heritage Museum?" I mumbled.

On the front page of the website was the Overwatch logo and a few pieces of memorabilia. The headline read, "COME CELEBRATE THE LEGACY OF OVERWATCH IN OUR NEW EXHIBIT!"

"An Overwatch exhibit?" Jesse raised a brow upon seeing the image. "I've seen one of those back in New York."

"But what does this have to do with Doomfist?--" that's when I saw it.

I double clicked, enlarging the image. Doomfist's gauntlet. It was going to be on display at the exhibit.

"It's his gauntlet," I spoke. "They're going to steal his gauntlet."

It took a few moments for that to sink in. Slowly, we all turned and just stared at each others facial expressions. Once it finally hit us, Tracer sprang up to her feet, shouting, "WINSTON!" She nearly spilt her coffee all over us too.

She then blinked a head of us, running for the shuttle as the rest of us scrambled to out feet and followed suit. I didn't care about my coffee at this point. Talon was going to break into the museum and steal Doomfist's gauntlet.

******

When we woke up Winston and informed him of Talon's plan of attempting to steal Doomfist's gauntlet from the Overwatch exhibit, he wasted no time in starting up the shuttle and setting the course for Numbani, West Africa. Nicknamed the "City of Harmony", Numbani is famous for being the go to city where humans and omnics live together in peace, and of course, harmony.

By the time we got there, it was still very early in the morning. Like, I'm talking 4 am early in the morning.

From that time onward until before the museum opened, Winston activated some of Athena's old surveillance drones to scan the area. Genji and Hanzo did their own scouting up on the rooftops, keeping an eye on things from there. Mercy, and Zenyatta  on standby back at the shuttle, Winston and Tracer were hiding out in an empty hotel room at the establishment next door to the museum, while Jesse and I were undercover, keeping watch of the security around the building.

The two of us were tucked under the shade of a patio booth with an umbrella at a Starbucks Cafe. Our seats with located on a balcony that over looked the museum, giving the two of us a perfect view of the building and its surroundings. McCree was dressed in a light blue and white plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans and black boots, with sunglasses covering his eyes. I wore something else other than my usual attire. If Talon does plan on stealing Doomfist's gauntlet, with if they sent Reaper to do it? He could recognize me since he nearly killed both McCree and I back in Route 66. With the city's oh so welcome hot warm weather, I wore a green army camo t-shirt with white jean shorts and matching vans sneakers. Black sunglasses covered my eyes as well.

"You sure the sunglasses aren't a little much?" I questioned the cowboy. It was kind of hard to see McCree without wearing his beloved hat. His brown hair was a bit on the messy side, but it looked good on him.

"We're fine Hope, trust me," He assured. "This is Numbani weather we're sitting in. Almost any human being who lives here wears these when they're outside."

An omnic waitress passed by our table, handing us the drinks McCree had ordered for us upon our arrival. I had a Caramel Frappuccino while McCree ordered a Pumpkin Spice Latte. He thanked the omnic as they walked away, heading back inside.

"We're the only ones up here now," He mumbled, taking a gulp of hid drink. "You're good to go."

I nodded quickly, bringing up my right arm from my side as I tapped the screen of my wrist communicator, bringing up the voice chat network. "How's it looking, everyone?"

"My drones haven't detected anything out of the ordinary," Athena replied.

"With so many civilians and the high security around here, it's a little hard for the drones to do their scouting without being seen," Winston added.

"That is where we come in," Genji jumped into the conversation, his voice soothing with confidence.

"Shimada Brothers, how are things on your end?" Winston asked.

I tapped the side of the screen. The voice chat filtered through the audio in the background while a digital map of all of the Agent locator beacons blinked, indicating their position. Hanzo and Genji were stationed on the rooftop of a building at the other side of the museum, across from Jesse and myself.  

"There has been no sign of any Talon agents in this sector," Hanzo spoke. "None of the people here seem to match the descriptions you have provided me with earlier."

Hanzo was referring to the normal dressing Talon goons, and then of course Reaper and Widowmaker. I didn't like it. It was too quite. But maybe that was a good thing? Or perhaps not. What if I cracked the code wrong? What if Talon's plan was indeed to break Doomfist out of prison instead of stealing his gauntlet? Wouldn't that make more sense? Those thoughts rattled around my head as I took a long sip of my drink to help calm my nerves.

"Let us hope that this is a false alarm, that way we can--"

Hanzo suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence. I could feel the atmosphere begin to tense more and more as the seconds ticked by.

"That way we can, what?" McCree repeated.

"Hanzo, what's wrong?" Winston questioned with concern.

That's when I heard it. We all heard it. I loud 'BANG' echoed in the air. Everyone froze for a split second, and then there was panic.

"Sniper on the roof!" Hanzo yelped, followed the sound of a "WHOOSH". He must have fired one of his arrows at the assailant.

A sniper?

Tracer gasped. "It's Widowmaker, hang on loves! Tracer's coming for ya!"

As McCree and I looked over the balcony, watching the civilians in the area scurry down the street, I looked over at the screen of my communicator. Tracer's locator blip was moving at an intense speed, closing in on the Shimada brothers. Winston was following closely, or as closely as he could anyways, behind her. Either running to go after her, or assist her in dealing with Widowmaker.

"What do we do?" I spoke up frantically, looking up at McCree.

"Let's help security evacuate as many people as we can, and get them out of that museum." he answered.

I nodded with confirmation as the two of us made our way out of the café and into the streets. We ran for the doors of the museum, carefully pushing people away from the museum along the way. I checked the screen again. Tracer, Winston, and the Shimada brothers blips have moved to the roof of the museum!

"Hold up," Jesse grabbed my shoulder with his robotic hand, stopping me. "Security is too tight here. Looks like they won't let us in."

"But what about the people that are still inside?" I realized.

"They must not know that there are people inside of there still," McCree's voice trailed off, running his flesh fingers through his hair stressfully.

"What now?" I asked.

The cowboy looked around before something caught his eye. He moved his hand to behind my back, gently pushing me forward as he trailed beside me. "Come on," We both ran to the far end of the museum's front, and that's when I saw it. One of the side windows was left open! "I'm not small enough to sneak in, but you can. Get in there, gather as many people that are still inside as you can, and get them to the entrance. I'll catch the guards attention, and they'll let you out."

"Got it," I nodded firmly.

"I know Winston doesn't exactly want you out in a fight, so if you see any trouble, call me, find a place to lay low, and I'll come find you. Understand?" He ordered.

"I understand," I replied. "Give me a boost?"

McCree bent down behind me, wrapping his arms around my legs as he lifted me up into the air. I pushed the window opened either further before pulling my upper body through the opening, and then my body flipped over into the building. My back side ached, but I shook it off as I stood up to my feet, and bolted down the hall.

I looked at all the signs I could see, searching for the quickest route to the Overwatch exhibit. Since it was private event today, nobody else was anywhere in the museum except for that specific room. After running for what seemed like forever, I finally found it. The room was ginormous! The entire room was painted white with long, rectangular, diagonal pillars and a skylight roof.

I frantically searched the room after the room shook for a moment. An explosion. Not good. Not good at all. I found two boys. A 14 year old and a 10 year old. Both of them had bright orange hair and blue eyes. Judging by their similar facial features, they looked like siblings.

"Hey!" I called. My voice caught their attention as I ran towards them. "There's a shooting going on, you two need to leave, right now!"

Before the three of us could move anywhere, a shadow casted over us. The little boy gasped as we looked up to see a familiar gorilla crash through the glass roof, free falling towards the floor. Acting on impulse, I shielded from any pieces of glass that would try and come their way. As I did so, I looked up towards Winston's body as he made a crater into the tile floor from his fall to see another figure with him.

The blue skinned woman launched a grappling hook from his wrist as I caught on to one of the pillars and she flew across the room, landing gracefully onto it as she whipped out a sniper rifle and aimed it in our direction.

Widowmaker.

She scratched the gorilla's armour, making him snarl with anger. He noticed us and quickly jumped in front of us to protect us from the assassin's shots.

"Heh, enjoying the exhibit?" He chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses.

"Where is everyone else?" I asked.

"They're outside. Genji and Hanzo are dealing with the Talon Agents Widow brought with her," he answered.

The next shot Widowmaker fired was a little too close for comfort as it just nicked Winston's helmet. He extended his giant hand, gently pushing as away.

"Alright, playtime is over," he spoke. "Get to cover."

The little boy smiled with astonishment as his older brother grabbed him by the cast of his arm, dragging him along. "Come on, move it!"

"This way," I directed, guiding them away from the fire fight. The three of us took cover behind one of the exhibit tables. I caught the sounds of familiar gun fire as I poked my head out for a split second to see a familiar sight gunning for the gorilla. "Aw, not him again!"

Reaper was back.

But he wasn't the only one.

A familiar blue blur caught my attention as I watched Widowmaker grapple down to the floor, Tracer soaring through the air as she trailed her, firing her duel pistols at the Talon sniper. Now it was a 2 vs 2 all out brawl. When Winston soared up into the air to try and smash the two opponents, the boys and I ran to find a better place to hide.

When we ducked down, I looked over to the side, scanning the battlefield. That's when I found it. Just off to the side was a giant metal glove floating inside a glass case. Doomfist's gauntlet.

"Jesse, I've got eyes on the gauntlet," I rose my communicator to my lips. "Winston and Tracer are in the exhibit with me, but they're in a mix with Widowmaker and Reaper."

"He's there too?!" He exclaimed.

"Yes!" I yelped with confirmation. "Can you get in here for some backup?"

"Negatory," He replied with a hint of grim to his voice. "Security is even more tighter than it was. I'm rendezvousing with Hanzo and Genji to find another way in."

"Roger that," I replied. "Maybe then---"

Before I could even finish my sentence, a string of gunshots rang in my ear as I ducked my head down. I looked in the reflection of a nearby mirror to see a cloud of black smoke surrounding Reaper as he spun around in a circle, flailing his guns around as he fired random shots at every corner of the room.

"Keep your heads down!" I shouted at the two boys.

Before I knew it, Tracer jumped over and joined us in our little hiding spot. She took a breather before looking over at us, seeming surprised. "Ah," Unsure of what exactly to say, she looked over at the two boys, speaking, "Don't worry loves. Calvary's here."

Ah, there it was. Her famous catchphrase. 

The younger sibling gasped again, his eyes brightening. Looks like Tracer has a little fanboy. There was a growl, followed by a loud 'THUD' as the four of us peeked over to see Winston collapse to his side, his glasses dropping to the floor.

"Come on big guy, get up," Lena encouraged with a whisper.

There was another sound coming from the other end. A gun shot, followed by shattering glass. I looked over to see the glass case protecting Doomfist's gauntlet destroyed, Widowmaker strutting towards it.

"Oh no!" The young brother whined.

There just had to be something I could do to stall the villains from getting their hands on the gauntlet. "Stay here," I ordered the boys as I suddenly ran out of hiding, going straight for the gauntlet. Widowmaker spotted me as she raised her gun, shotting automatically in my direction. I just managed to take cover behind a pillar, my back slamming against the it. I frantically patted myself down for any signs of bullet holes or blood. I sighed with relief when I saw nothing. The good news was I was now closer to the gauntlet. The bad news was, Widowmaker was even closer.

Winston suddenly roared as he triggered his Primal Rage, stalking straight for Reaper. The sudden action stopped the sniper from reaching over to grab the objective as she activated her googles, the device covering her eyes as she looked over in the direction of the battle, Tracer joining in on the fight once more. Just as I tore my gaze away from the fire fight, and was about to go and snatch the gauntlet, someone else already beat me to it!

The older sibling was hiding on the opposite end of the display, the gauntlet clutched tightly in his arms as he ducked his head down just as Widowmaker turned around to see her objective was missing.

"Dang," I muttered quietly. "That kids got guts."

As Widowmaker stalked closer and closer to the other end of the display, the younger sibling peeked out of hiding, yelling, "Watch out!"

"Crap!" I cursed, running for the kid as the sniper locked eyes with him, aiming her weapon at the boys head.

Just as I leaped forward to catch the boy, something happened that I didn't expect. His older brother slipped the gauntlet onto his fist and punched Widowmaker square in the face! The move caused a reaction with the gauntlet, as a giant red field exploded around us, pushing us all back a few feet. The explosion shattered all of the glass in the room, as a quick whirlwind breezed by us. 

The younger sibling and I sat up to examine the carnage. Widowmaker had soared right through two glass screens, barely pushing herself up from the floor. The gauntlet collapsed from the other boys arm, crumbling to pieces. Widowmaker glared at the boy as she picked up her weapon, but before she could take a shot, Tracer blinked to the rescue. She kicked the weapon out of the assassin's hands, using it against her. The blue skinned woman fired her grappling hook into the air as Reaper rendezvoused with her, reappearing from his trail of smoke. They both soared up into the air as Reaper dropped smoke grenades to cover their escape. But Winston wasn't having any of it. He ignited his jetpack and flew after them, flying through the newly opened roof and followed them outside.

"Well that was something," I commented.

Tracer and I watched the trio take their leave before turning around to meet the gazes of the two young boys. Catching our breath, the eldest brother extended the crumbled form of Doomfist's gauntlet towards us. Well, what was left of it anyway. Tracer gave him a smile, taking it in her hand.

"You know, the world could always use more heroes," she spoke. She saluted them before blinking over to the display case, putting the gauntlet back where it belonged. Lena then used her blink ability to climb up the one of the pillars, racing after Winston.

When she was gone, the boys looked over at me, and I looked at them in turn.

"Kid, you there? Mercy's bringing the shuttle around and the SWATs are on their way," McCree spoke through the communicator. "We gotta vamoose!"

"I'm with them, so, I should go get you guys out of here," I spoke, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.

"Is Overwatch back?" the younger sibling asked.

I took a moment to process the question before smiling at the boy, waving my hand as I signalled them to follow me. "They never left."