Explosion at Overwatch HQ
“Blackwatch was suspended for a reason!” The desk between them seemed a flimsy barrier. This was an old argument and their voices rang throughout the halls. Just the Strike Commander and the Blackwatch Commander having yet another disagreement. “You can’t invade a country’s boarders on a whim!”
“I was doing what Overwatch is supposed to do! Saving lives, preventing humanitarian crises. I’m being proactive. We can’t keep reacting to events after hundreds get killed!” It hadn’t always been like this. Reyes and Morrison used to fully understand and support each other. Regulation and forced inactivity pushed Reyes to the breaking point.
“Well thanks to you and your criminals Overwatch is about to be disbanded! You caused an international incident.”
“Criminals? They are the best damn agents you got! They stopped genocide!” Reyes defended his team to the last.
“They murdered government officials! They should go to prison. They should have gone to prison in the first place and not joined Overwatch.” Morrison had made this point many times in the past few months.
“Those men and women are good people with exceptional skill that did not have the luck to have the wholesome Boy Scout upbringing you did. You even approved of them.”
“At the time I thought you could keep them under control. Apparently my faith in your decisions was wrong. And how many Blackwatch agents have gone AWOL now?” Jack frowned as he thought about the missing. “ McCree has not been heard from in weeks. Genji vanished months ago. And I hear at least five more have returned to the criminal organizations you were supposed to shut down.”
“If you stop calling them criminals, they might have a reason to stick around. Genji has a family vendetta to settle-”
“That is exactly the problem!” Jack interrupted. “He is a highly weaponized, highly classified cyborg ninja and you let him go back to that yakuza family of his.”
“He is a person, Jack! I’m not going to stop him from settling old scores. And if you did your job then those organizations I shut down would not have rebuilt.” Gabriel was leaning over the desk, invading the strike commander’s space in an effort to make a point.
“My Job is to follow the rules. Something you clearly do not care about. This isn’t war, Gabe. Doing anything and everything to get the job done doesn’t cut it anymore. There are stable governments now. Laws that must be followed. The world is at peace.”
Reyes snorted in dark amusement. “Peace? You call countless terrorists attacks peace? You call governments allowing the deaths of hundreds to thousands peace? We are not at peace, Jack. Not with weapons, human and omnic trafficking.”
“But we are not an organization that can interfere without expressed permission of the nation involved. We can present the evidence but we can’t simply impose what we think is right.”
“You know, Jack, the bureaucracy really did a number on your head.”
“No, Gabe. I accepted that the war we fought is over. This is a different world.”
“You know as well as I that the war is never over. It just takes a new name.” Gabriel turned wearily away from the desk, clearly intending to end the argument.
Jack was about to continue when he noticed that in the stillness Reyes had cocked his head as if listening for some faint sound just beyond range. The Strike Commander tensed. He had seen this posture on the battlefield all those years ago.
“Gabe?” The Blackwatch Commander held up his hand sharply to silence the other soldier. Then in a flurry of movement Reyes leapt onto the desk and shoved aside the ceiling tiles. “What is it?” Jack demanded.
“A device. Dammit. I can’t reach it.” Gabriel’s voice came down muffled before he emerged to grab the office chair. Swiftly he dropped it onto the touchscreen desk, heedless of the expensive equipment. “Hold that,” he ordered as he climbed up to start fiddling with the unknown device.
“Gabe?” No answer. Jack needed to know what was going on so he could get a plan in motion. “Gabe!” He tried again. Nothing but clanging metal and plastic. “Gabriel!”
“I’m working… shit…” the muffled cursed sent more alarm bells off in Jack’s senses than the next words. “Order a base wide evacuation. Now, Morrison!”
And they were suddenly back on the front lines of the Omnic Crisis. Jack pulled up Athena and the sirens blared. “This is Strike Commander Morrison. This is not a drill, repeat this is not a drill. Evacuate the premises immediately.” Athena captured the line and set it on repeat even as she announced the evacuation. “Now, what is going on up there.”
“Multiple bombs. Likely in more than one area on base.” Gabriel continued to try and diffuse the current bomb. After a few moments he jumped off the chair. Landing beside the Strike Commander, Gabriel had a pensive look that Jack did not like.
“Well?” Jack prompted.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” Gabriel said softly before suddenly grabbing Jack by the seams of his shirt and hurled him headlong through the window.
Shards of glass ripped through skin and clothing with little resistance. Jack caught a painful glance of Gabriel running to leap out of the window just as the first explosion destroyed everything in its path. Flames and debris engulfed the Blackwatch Commander, removing Reyes from sight. The blast launched Jack further into the courtyard as more explosions demolished the white walls of the Overwatch Headquarters.