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      ANALYZING... UNAUTHORIZED to access identification       Submit authorization code 6DG43198... OK       ANALYZING...       Identification... Lt. Jesse McCree       Affiliation... Blackwatch operative       Commanding Officer... Gabriel Reyes       Criminal history... Conditional amnesty       Blood alcohol level... .04%       Stress level... increasing       Objective: Find Lt. McCree COMPLETE

The LED ring that seemed almost glaringly bright in the dimness of the bar shifted from yellow to a calm cyan as the towering Android strode past the booths one calculated step at a time. A man shifted aggressively in his seat but stilled as the RK500 drew near. Even a local with a criminal history of violence toward androids thought twice before squaring up with a unit that was well over six feet tall.

Unlike most units, this one did not wear a white uniform. Although the jacket was undoubtedly a product of Cyberlife with its glowing arm band and triangle on the chest, it was a dark gray and distinctly military in its shape. His skin was fair, and his eyes were a pale blue beneath dark, raven hair. Those eyes never wavered from Jesse’s face as synthetic legs carried him to the operative’s chair.

      “Lieutenant McCree. My name is Fritz. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”

He didn’t wait for an answer before flagging down the bartender to order the man another drink, but his efforts only earned him a skeptical look from the business owner.

      “You got money for that, robocop?”

Fritz paused, his LED spinning as his face pinched with annoyed confusion. A few bills were extracted from his coat pocket and set on the counter.

      “How the fuck would I buy a drink without money?”

The bartender was taken aback, and it was a comical few seconds before he grabbed the bills and poured McCree another. The android settled lightly onto a stool beside Jesse, although both feet still reached the ground.

      “They tell me you’re the best shot in Blackwatch.”

The small German woman glanced up at the far taller American, perfectly at ease for it being her first Blackwatch mission. Not to mention she hadn’t formally met anyone.

Simple missions sound simple in the briefing and never end simple. Especially when they have to break each other out. Lucio ran down the hallway trying to get to McCree out of his own cell. Busting out of his own cell wasn’t easy, at least he knew how to fight without his gear. Dodging bullets was a lot harder.

As he saw McCree’s cell insight he ran straight for it, with only one guard int he way. “Best move!” He shouted before jumping up and kicked the guard in the chest sending him flying into the bars, knocking him out. Lucio searched around for the keys on him before finally finding it. 

Genji fiddled absent mindedly at the red connection tubes that laced through part of his still flesh arm. Despite the constant sore and sensitive feeling to his skin, it had become a nervous habit of his. Probably not the worst nervous habit he could have however. 

He took a breath and exhaled with a sense of boredom, perking up only when he heard the familiar click of certain boots outside his door.

// i think anon is referencing this youtu.be/KgbGiEx… ?

I remember it was ComicCon I believe that the ow panel discussed her weapon. Like, either she has different ammo that she alternates between (heals and dps) to fire at hostiles and allies (she does this in the Old Soldiers comic) or allies have a chemical injected into them prematch so she can fire at them, and the syringe ammo’s content will react with the chemical to heal. Targets not affected with that chemical will be damaged instead

      “There’s no point in going after Antonio, Reyes is losing it. I think it’s time for someone else to be in char-”

The young agent winced and yelped as a hand tightened over his injured arm, and the pale blue eyes that owned it regarded him with ice before continuing to change his IV. There wasn’t much to do at Blackwatch HQ at the moment, so this kid got the brunt of the medic’s displeasure.

      “And you think that person is going to be you, cadet? Tell me, how many Omnic uprisings have you led against?” 

The boy scowled, dragging his arm away the moment Fritz was done.

      “Yeah well, it ain’t gonna be you either, nurse.”

      “That’s Captain nurse to you, asshat. Keep getting shot, and you won’t be around to climb the ranks.”

Antagonizing first years was a shitty thing to do, but the German couldn’t help it. Gabriel Reyes was the first person on earth to look at him and see somebody worth a damn. Fritz had been an angry recruit with a chip on his shoulder so deep it was a wonder his arm was still attached. Gabe had seen through him, and found the neglected kid who’d never had a positive relationship with an adult that hadn’t been paid by his parents. 

Fritz was resoundingly loyal to Reyes. Gabriel was the closest thing he’d ever had to a father. That didn’t mean the commander infallible, he knew. But he didn’t have to put up second-guessing brat recruits trash-talking him either. 

 That was the last sane thought in his head before the world suddenly erupted in heat and ash. 

The German’s head exploded with pain, but not enough to knock him out. His ears rang as ash fell around his head and smoke choked his lungs. The cadet was sprawled beside him, and Fritz watched his pupils dilate as blood pooled beneath his hair. 

Shakily, Fritz pushed himself up and activated the emergency comm, one that would reach every high-ranking official in Overwatch and Blackwatch, but was tied directly to Jack.

      “Calling all Overwatch personnel, this is Captain Finitzer, we need immediate medical evacuation at Blackwatch HQ! Multiple casualties, repeat, multiple casualties and wounded, we need first responders NOW.”

Morrison’s face appeared in the holovid, stricken but focused. Although everyone with a comm could see the exchange, side by side, only Jack directly responded.

      “What’s the status on Commander Reyes?” 

      “Unknown, he was on his way out, he might have been clear.”

      “I’m scrambling teams now, what kind of structural integrity are we looking at?”

      “Running a diagnostic now!” Fritz watched a schematic of what remained of Blackwatch HQ materialize in the holovid, with the critical stress areas lit up in orange. It closed in on his specific location, and the beams directly above his head lit up like a Christmas tree. 

Everyone with eyes on the comm watched the medic gaze up in horror.

      “Oh SHIT-!”