Numbani, Nigeria 3rd March 2075

It was late afternoon, the sun was about to set, but you could already see the neon lights fill the streets.

The time machine was stuck in a big crater, in the middle of what looked like a town square. A few dozen humans were standing around, looking down at the car sick mercenaries that were crawling out of the back door. The team looked around and were surprised by what they saw. The buildings that were surrounding the square were gigantic and looked far more sturdy and advanced than any building they had ever seen.

"Aaaagh, MEDIC, Please help me sister…" Soldier groaned as he crawled out of the machine, but stopped when he saw the people that were looking down on him from the edge of the pit.

"Ahaaa, the enemy have cornered us into a bunker. Worry not brave men, unlike them I'm a true american who always got a gun or two up my sleeve." Soldier smirked under the shadow of his helmet and with the help of his black box, he rocket-jumped out of the hole.

The explosion scared the bystanders and they all fled the area, except from a poor man who had been pinned to the ground by soldier.

"HAHA, I AM TRIUMPHANT" Soldier shouted. "Any last words before I take your neck for a spin pal?"

"Wait up Soldier, I think it's rather smarter if we press this man for answers instead, we need information, not unnecessary blood on our hands." Spy stopped Soldier.

"Nah, this maggot already passed out, does that mean I can whack him?"

"NO, we do not want to cause a bigger commotion than you already have, but you could take his clothes, we need to blend in." Spy ordered while he scanned the area. Weird, he thought, there was no signs of any police or security nearby.

"Aw sweet! Look at this baby!" Scout said and held up something that looked like a skateboard without any wheels. He had also found a rainbow coloured cap and a pair of metal tinted sunglasses. He really looked like a person from the future. "This is so rad, I can't believe this is real! WOHOO!" Scout flew past the rest of the crew on his new hoverboard.

"Well would ya look at that" Engineer chuckled while watching Scout as he flew around. He inspected the skyscrapers that surrounded them. There were giant screens with news broadcasted on them, commercials that shone down on them. Cars were parked along the streets but instead of standing on tires, the cars hovered in the air just above ground level. Engineer came to the conclusion that they must use a similar mechanic as the hoverboard Scout had found.

"The technology seemed to have developed well the past few….. How many years have passed exactly?" Engineer thought out loud.

"You tell me" Heavy said while carrying his minigun up from the van. "Aren't you the brain behind this operation?"

"Miss Pauling briefed you all on this operation, didn't she?" Engineer sneered "We are supposed to gather information on where the last australium is in the future so we can be one step ahead our enemies in our current time."

"That still doesn't answer question" Heavy continued. "When and where are we?"

"Numbani, Nigeria 2075" Sniper said out loud. Everyone turned around and saw Sniper reading a newspaper he'd found on the ground. "We're 102 years into the future."

The nine mercenaries froze for a second with shocked expressions. 102 years? That was almost too far into the future, one couldn't imagine how much the world had changed. Some of the mercs looked worried upon the revelation, but most of them looked really excited. Medic and Engineer glanced at each other. They often worked together and they knew that technology and medical science had developed greatly. Both of them couldn't wait to experiment with all the new technology together. Soldier, on the other hand looked confused.

"Numbani? What state?" He asked, convinced that they still were in USA.

"I know you all have many questions that needs to be answered, but we need to focus!" Spy stepped in

"Wait, wait, who made you leader you french frog" Scout asked "As far as I know, Miss Pauling asked me privately to attend this mission and I know that I have a really critical role when it comes to-"

Ignoring Scout, Spy continued to brief the team on the plan.

"We'll split up in teams of three. Me, Scout and Demoman will gather informations from the locals, eavesdrop on gossip if you want to call it that."

"You know the best place to hear local stories?" Demoman spoke up. "The tavern" he smiled.

"Sniper, Soldier and Pyro. I need you three to scout out the city. Let us know if there is anything that endangers our mission and keep an eye out for authorities. We don't want to start a fight… Yet."

Sniper looked irritated back at Spy. You could see him mouthing "I'm not a bloody babysitter!" but he couldn't do anything to change the situation. He just had to make the most of it.

"And I need you three." Spy pointed at Heavy, Medic and Engineer. "To get the time machine out of here. We don't want the police, or anyone else for that matter, to take our only way home away fro-"

Spy stopped in the middle of his sentence as he saw countless robots rolling into the area, surrounding them. They held guns which were pointed at the mercs and they seemed to show no emotion at all.

If this wasn't enough for Spy to realize that these were security robots which were here to eliminate them, the next thing that happened would.

"SCANNING AREA, 10 TARGETS FOUND, 9 UNIDENTIFIED AND POSSIBLY HOSTILE, EXECUTING PROTOCOL #45, LEVEL 1."

The robots began firing lasers upon the mercs. Everyone barely evaded the shots and swiftly equipped themselves with a loadout of weapons that they had brought with them in the vehicle. As a usual procedure the team gathered and moved together as a group.

Scout flew past the robots on his hoverboard, hitting them with his Sandman and distracting them, demoman shot out sticky bombs blowing up the robots underneath them, turning them into scrap metal. Heavy and medic were working together to build up a ubercharge in order to confront their opponents directly. Inch by inch they pushed the robots back from the crater. When there was only about a dozen robots left, the same noise as before rang out.

"GREATER DANGER DETECTED, INCREASING SECURITY TO LEVEL 2" and without any further notice, more robots rolled out from behind a building, except these robots were up to the double size as the previous ones, as well as their guns.

Spy realized that if they kept fighting, the level would only increase and that it would sooner or later result in their defeat.

"MEN, RETREAT!" Spy shouted over the gunfire. "SPLIT UP AND ONCE WE'RE IN SAFETY WE TRY TO ASSEMBLE AGAIN."

"What about the time machine? a distressed Sniper asked.

"Leave it! We can come get it back later, our lives are more important right now!"

Even if abandoning the time machine seemed like a really bad idea, they all realized that they didn't have any choice. The mercs ran for it, split up and got deeper into the darkness of the city.

Somewhere else in the city

Winston was sitting and working by his desk when the report came in. Winston hated paperwork. He prefered working out on the field or an afternoon working in the lab. He really missed the old days when he worked together with his old crew. They were always right out in the action actually making a change. It was those missions that ended the Omnic crisis. Sitting here on his ass doing paperwork wouldn't change much, he thought and grunted.

Only since a little while ago, Overwatch was disbanded. Even though they had ended the omnic crisis and practically saved the world, people deemed Overwatch corrupted, true or not. As the criminality of the world rose and terrorist attacks increased, the blame was put on Overwatch and protests broke out. On top of all that turmoil there was deeper conflicts going on at the Overwatch Swiss headquarters. Gabriel Reyes and a bunch of other Overwatch agents started a rebellion against Jack Morrison, who tried his best to keep the remains of Overwatch together. A fight broke out between the two sides which resulted in a large explosion that destroyed the headquarters. Several people died in the incident, including Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, leaving Reyes real intentions hidden. The United Nations tried to cover up the incident as much as they could, but Overwatch was now officially disbanded. All the remaining members split and hid themselves in different parts of the world as they were despised by the masses. The United Nations got together and formed Petras Act, which deemed all Overwatch activity illegal.

Three years later, a billionaire started his own project, and started searching for the lost Overwatch members and hiring new agents. The billionaires name was Madalitso Adebowale and his objective was to defend his city, Numbani, from all the chaos that had unfolded there. Countless terrorist attacks had plagued Africa's western coast and even if the Omnic-Human relations were in harmony, crime involving Omnic hostility had increased as well. Madalitso wanted to stop all the criminals himself, but were unable to act because of his sickness. So instead he put his fortune into recreating the heavenly taskforce Overwatch. Petras Act couldn't do much since the organization wasn't called Overwatch anymore and that it now was privately owned.

As Winston was up to knees in papers he heard a light knock on his door. He turned around to open it and knocked over his desk lamp in the process. Winston was used to be able to move around freely in a large area and now he was stuck in this cramped office. When he first started he had written down 'animal cruelty' as a complaint to his boss, unclear whether it was a joke or not. Here, he was literally a monkey in a cage.

Winston cursed as the lamp fell to the ground, but he didn't bother to pick it up when he saw who were standing by the door.

"Cheers love, am I interrupting something?" Tracer giggled looking down on her monkey friend.

Winston looked up at his coworker. Tracer was the only previous member that Madalitso's scouts had succeeded to find. Well, atleast it was someone he could get along with. Now they were finally stuck with each other again, he thought.

"No, please. I need a distraction from work." Winston said while getting out of his chair. He followed Tracers cheery steps as they walked down the hall. Their new headquarters was really neat, clean and spotless. The building was filled with women, men and omnics who all were dressed up like businessmen in suits, or scientists in labcoats. Winston and Tracer stood out like a sore thumb, which they really didn't mind, they were both used to being different. Winston who were a gorilla with greater iq than most scientists out there, who had his only real equals on an abandoned moonbase, and then Tracer, a former pilot who was the first in the world to get diagnosed with chronal disassociation. Winston saved her by building the chronal accelerator, an invention now almost impossible to recreate due to the incident in Switzerland that destroyed all the research Winston had made. She was now a time jumping adventurer. Most of the people adored her abilities, but some despised her because of them. They called her a freak, something unnatural, which is not completely untrue. Tracer was the closest thing to time travel this world had come, of course people would be afraid of that power.

They were both freaks.

Winston looked outside the window and realized what a huge need he had for fresh air. He remembered last week when he and Tracer had fought two terrorists from Talon in a museum, that had been like the old days. The thought of the mission reminded him.

"Have they swapped the location of Doomfist's gauntlet yet?" Winston asked his friend.

"Yup, yesterday actually" Tracer replied "They chose some really spooky abandoned omnic facility just on the outskirts of town" she made a grimace as to scare him, but it just made him laugh.

"I just really wonder why Talon is after that gauntlet." Winston thought out loud " I wish I had permission to research the properties of that fist" he muttered. He really thought he should have more to say in this, as he was the one who defeated Doomfist years ago.

"Where are we going anyway?" Winston finally asked.

"There was a bombing in Ambia central square, no casualties but there was a man that got injured by one of the terrorists." Tracer answered, a sudden seriousness in her tone.

"Wait a second, why didn't I hear anything about this until now? Was it the same ones that we battled a week ago?"

"Reaper and Amélie? Nah, I don't think so, his description doesn't match them."

"Why do you still refer to her as her first name? You know she is infamously called 'Widowmaker' nowadays"

Tracer waved away that comment and continued talking.

"...And there is another detail that points to that we haven't tackled these people before."

"And that is?"

"Why don't you follow and hear for yourself?

They entered one of the interrogation rooms were two police and an Overwatch officer were talking with a man. The man sat on a chair, on the far end of a table. He was swept in a blanket and appeared to be shaking. He wasn't looking at any of the officers when they talked to him, he just stared off into empty space and answered the questions like an emotionless machine would. When Tracer and Winston walked in, all the eyes in the room turned to them, even the man in the blanket looked up and seemed to gain a little more hope seeing the two heroes walking into the room.

"Great, you two take over, we've had no luck extracting any information from this lunatic, let's hope you have better luck." the female officer said. She patted Winston on the shoulder and followed her colleagues out of the room, leaving Tracer and Winston to the shuddering man.

"Okay." Winston sighed "Can you take everything from the beginning?" He sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the man. "Who were the one who attacked you?"

"Demons" The man simply said with a slow hand gesture.

"What?" Now it was Winston's turn to make a grimace. "Demons you say? Do you know how these 'demons' got to the square with all that weaponry?"

"They came from the underground with their demonic machine. It was as peaceful as always but then the earth shook and suddenly, they just appeared. All dressed in red, nine demons with evil grins covering their faces." the man spoke faster and faster. "We were foolish not to flee the moment they showed up! One of them leapt at me, flames erupting from his feet. He pinned me to the ground and spoke in a demonic tongue. I passed out, but when I woke up I were naked, and there was destruction everywhere." he was now breathing very heavily.

"So, you're telling me demons spawned out of nowhere and then attempted to strip you?" Winston asked the man. Everything about this sounded so weird, even though he could feel the honesty in the man's words.

The man now seemed to panic "I promise you! I wouldn't speak dishonestly, please believe me, I'm not crazy!" he was now on the verge of tears. He held out his hands as to beg for forgiveness to the two.

Tracer walked toward the man and grabbed his hands and looked him firmly in the eyes.

"Don't worry, we will catch the demons, for now you are safe here."

The man was sobbing, but you could see he was relieved. Winston and Tracer left him to rest and began walking toward the supply room.

"Call up Fareeha, we need her for this." Winston said to Tracer. He opened the door to the armory and grabbed his suit and gun.

"But isn't this her day off?" Tracer replied.

"Nine armed terrorists is on the loose right now, we need all backup we can get and need to take all the precautions… We're going in too." he said as he began to put on his suit.

"Yes Finally!" Tracer jumped in the air excitedly.

"I don't think terrorist attacks is something you should be so happy about" although, he couldn't deny he was a bit excited as well.

"Aw, don't worry grumpyface, we can stop by the market on the way and fill your daily need of peanut butter"

To be continued!

Authors note:

This is a heavy work in progress, let me know and I'll gladly make this a series, I have great things planned...
The genre is adventure/mystery right now, but there will be aspects of angst, supernatural and tragedy.