UnderWatch

Chapter 3

"It can never be easy, can it?" Alan asked to no one in particular. He was currently at a stalemate with the Reaper, two shotguns pointed right at his chest, duel colt 1911 pistols aimed at both the Reaper and Widowmaker. The climatologist Mei behind him desperately trying to stop the blood from pouring out of her shoulder. Beside Reaper, Widowmaker was slowly being thawed out from her iced condition. Alan couldn't help but think about how such a simple mission went to shit so fast.

2 Hours Earlier

"You want me to do what now?" Alan couldn't help but double check that he had heard Winston correctly. He could have sworn that he heard Winston say that he "Need you to accompany Mei to reactivate the climate lab in Puerto Rico. According to her, they had gotten information that would help us understand the cause of the random weather that has been happening recently." Alan nodded his head. Yup that's what he thought.

"So why me and not someone else that's, you know, part of Overwatch?"

"One, everyone else is currently on a mission and two, you've ben here for about two weeks now, so if you want to keep staying here, you are going to have to do some missions for us. We are going to pay you of course so-"

"Replace my ammo and have Tracer make me a batch of cookies when we get back and call it even." Alan interrupted. The basic necessities, food, water, shelter, and stuff were already taken care of. No need to put a strain of the place, they aren't funded by the UN anymore, so cash must be tight, at least that's what he figured. Looks like he was right, if the appetitive glance by Winston was anything to go by.

He went to gear up for the upcoming mission. While everyone else on the team had flashy get ups, Alan preferred to keep it as none descriptive as possible. Black trench coat, Kevlar vest over a black t-shirt, long black cargo pants and combat boots, a black bandana covered the bottom of his face, leaving on the eyes visible. The main weapon was a M4A1 complete with scope and grenade launcher. There is a reason it is the favorite of American special operations and it was his as well, reliable, durable, and accurate, nothing would replace his M4. Duel colt 1911's were holstered to his sides, an extendable baton in the pocket, and a few extra magazines of ammunition, just in case.

Tracer and the rest of the team made fun of him because out of the large array of weapons on the team, his was one with the most the traditional and according to Reinhardt, boring loadout. He'd shrug and say it was habit, why use something so unconventional when the basics worked just as well. Since it was just going to be a recovery mission, he decided to forgo the EMP and frag grenades and grabbed a stun grenade.

Loaded out, he went into the briefing room to meet his partner. Turns out that Mei was a Chinese woman about 40 years old. She was dressed that he would suspect that she would be more home in an igloo instead of the base. Ice climber coat, and all, she stood there waiting for him. As he approached, it seemed as if she were conversing with the little robot that was floating around her. She was so engrossed with her conversation that he had to clear his throat loudly to get her attention.

She blushed as she realized that there was company. She laughed nervously, then introduced herself. "Hello, my name is Mei-ling Zhou, but you can just call me Mei. You must Alan, I've heard so much about you Winston and Tracer." She was smiling, but Alan could clearly see the nervousness behind her. "Yeah, I'm Alan, so, wanna fill me in on the way there."

"Earlier today, I had gotten a signal from the base in Puerto Rico that new data was being filtered. Now, I had gone there a couple months ago to restore the computer, and connected it to my data to indicate if anything new came up. I got that this morning so we are going to retrieve that data." Alan nodded, Cuba had been blasted with storms ever since he was a boy, but his sister had told him that before the Earth had changed, it was a beautiful place. It was hard to imagine with debris everywhere all time. The rest of the ride there was filled with mindless chatter, mostly to get Mei to trust him more, as they would be working together, even if was just recovery mission.

They mostly exchanged tales about the places they've been and experiences they had undertaken. Being in the Red Cross had sent him all over the world, so had managed to keep pace with all of Mei's misadventures with some of his own. When they landed down, they got into professional mode, well, at least he did. As they walked in the building Alan couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, which it was, much to his dismay.

The entire thing had been a trap. When they reached the core of the building with the computer that analyzed the data, it turned out to be false. Suddenly, entire teams of Talon filled the room and Alan pulled Mei behind cover firing with his M4, and whenever they would clomp up into groups, he'd let go one of his grenades. However, there was enough of them that he ran out of ammunition so he was forced to switch to his baton. He had Mei switch from shooting icicles at them to freeing them in their place as he went to work knocking them out.

It was going well until Mei was hit in the shoulder, losing her ability to shoot, so Alan was forced to finish the rest of them up with his colts. He went to check on her condition, and when he turned around to find Reaper and Widowmaker approaching them. It seems as if Widow was hit with one of Mei's ice shards, due to frost covering her being. Seeing them here, Alan knew that the chance to escapes without injury had just gone from hard to near impossible.

So there they were, Mei bleeding on the ground, Reaper and Widow staring him down, guns loaded and everyone tense and waiting to see what happens next. Alan only see one way this could go. He spoke quietly to Mei, not taking his look off the two across from him. "Mei, I need you to get out of here and get back to the base. When I say run, run and don't look back, no matter what, got me?"

"But Alan what about you?"

"Don't worry about me, just make sure that you get out of here and get help. Now, RUN!" Alan had thrown the stun grenade, blinding Widow while Reaper turned incorporeal to avoid the blast, but he wasn't able to get a shot off as Mei ran past them and out the door. Reaper turned, now enraged that his target managed to get away from him, but fortunately he could take it out on the fool that thought he could interfere with his plan. Widow had gotten her senses back and glared at Alan.

"So, I guess that the plan was to lure Mei in with false information about the research and then capture her. Too bad you didn't count me in the equation, aren't Reaps?" Reaper snarled as he started to shoot at Alan, who had rolled to the side and started to fire back. Widow rappelled her way up to the rafters in order to get a shot off to incapacitate her prey.

"I figured that you wouldn't have died after our last encounter, but to join Overwatch, you really must have a death wish, Raptor." Reaper hissed out, agitated that none of his shots were hitting, it had been easier the last time they had fought. Unknown to Reaper, the only reason Alan had not been hit yet was because the vest he was wearing was absorbing most of the damage. However, it wasn't going to last much longer if he kept getting hit.

"Yeah, well, birds of prey often have a habit of rushing towards death." Alan panted out, struggling to keep the right amount of distance away. Too close and those shotguns would make easy work of him, too far and he'd be picked off. The opportunity he was looking for came when Reaper had thrown the guns to the ground and reached to pull out a new pair. That was what Alan had been waiting for, cause he threw himself at Reaper; he wasn't surprised that he phased through Reaper, in fact, that's what he had been counting on. So when reaper reappeared, Alan was already pulling the trigger on his colts, putting a pair of slugs straight into Reapers chest, knocking him down so that Alan could make a mad dash towards the exit.

He would have made it had it not been for Widow jumping into his path. Alan slide through her legs as she was taking aim, and knocked her legs out from under her with his baton, and hitting her in the head to make sure that she was out cold. Alan only barley managed to roll out of the way as he heard Reaper shoot at where his head had been. Once again Alan and Reaper were staring at each other, trying to find any option that would tip the scales in their favor.

"I trained you well, to have lasted this long against me and the Widowmaker." Reaper gasped out, feeling the fight take a toll against him. Alan wasn't standing much better, feeling blood run down his side, as he looked to find that a shot had found it's target after all, it was only now that he felt the effects, and falling to his knees, he knew that the battle was over

"I'll see you in hell, Captain. There'll be a place with your name on it so I can kick your ass for the rest of eternity." Alan chuckled as he falling to the floor, not an ounce of strength left in him to make any attempt to stand.

"See you there, Lieutenant Silva, I'll send you some friends before I go." Reaper said walking towards the young man on the floor. It was all Alan could do to look at the person that would be his death. Bang. Then it all went dark.

Jeez, at this point I might as well change the tags of the story. Anyway, not entirely what I said I'd do, but whatever. Quick update. I'm going to be in New Mexico for the next two weeks, so there won't be an update for like three weeks cause I'm going to be hiking and I'll be dead when I get back. Anyway, thank you all for the support and I'll see you guys in the next chapter. Peace