Welcome back. It's me, Q. Go ahead and read.


With a loud smack, Tracer gets knocked into a wall as her chronal accelerator releases smalls sparks of electricity at the impact. After about two seconds of sticking at the wall, she falls to the floor just as the sound of a blast of energy echoes in the room and Symmetra is sent skidding backwards with a blue, spherical shield she made in front of her cracks and she falls to her knees, tired.

She weakly wipes away the blood dripping from her mouth as footsteps approach her and the brunette beside her.

The person approaching them is a man of old age yet still seem fit, with a white beard and goatee and hair ponytailed onto his back. He's wearing a blue jumpsuit with white pads on his shoulders and knees. He also seems to have some sort of jetpack attached to his shoulder pads and his back. In his right hand is a small blaster, the size of a Desert Eagle pistol yet it's stronger than it looks.

This man is Sven, former member of the Ironclad guild and an old friend of Torbjorn...

But now, he has gone a dark path.

"You should have brought your boyfriend, Overwatch child." Sven mocks Symmetra as she tries standing up, creating a hardlight shield for herself once again to fight back. "Even with your abilities, my genius and creativity is leagues above yours." Sven mocked her more and snaps his fingers. Right on cue, Symmetra is unexpectedly blasted from both her left and right, weakening her further as she falls on the ground.

Still conscious but wounded, Symmetra could only watch with one eye as she keeps her other closed while wincing in pain. She could only see Sven and two robots with arm cannons, who seem to be the ones responsible for her injury, join together and approach both Overwatch agents.

However, instead of giving up, Symmetra's eyes glow blue and she yells in rage as a burst of blue energy ignites and blows up from within, surprising the self proclaimed genius and knocking him and his robots away from the two ladies.

Symmetra struggles to stand up once more as she creates hardlight energy swords on both her hands and jumps at her enemies.


Hours ago...

Boklovo, Kurjikstan...

Satya and Lena, the two ladies of Overwatch and the most strange team up you could ever see, walk around the city of Boklovo, of course, wearing ID masks to disguise themselves from the public. Currently, Symmetra resembles a dark skinned, blonde woman wearing a blue shirt with black jeans. Tracer is a woman with short black hair, wearing a blue shirt with long orange sleeves with the word "Fight!" written on the shirt's chest, white pants and black fingerless gloves.

"Alright! If anyone asks, you're Ikumi and I'm Videl!" Tracer tries to converse with Symmetra but she remains quiet as they continue walking. Tracer could only scratch her head awkwardly as she walks with her partner. "Are you still mad because everyone but me forgot today's your birthday?"She asks her Indian friend.

Symmetra sighs in response and continues to strut as she says to the Brit, "I have no care about whether or not they remember my birthday. What matters today is our task: receive our funding for our facility."

"Oh... Well... I'm sure they'll–" Tracer attempts to justify her team's mistake, but Symmetra suddenly gave her a passive aggressive look, causing her to stop.

"Drop the subject, Lena." Satya ordered her ally as shs turns her attention away from Tracer and at the sidewalk they're walking on. "Can we both just focus? Please?"

"Okay, okay! I'm just letting you know that we can always remind them when we get back..." Tracer responded as she placed her hands in her pocket while they continued to walk, shutting herself up to stop the conversation.

However, even after everything she had said, Satya is holding back her own melancholy as she keeps behind her straight face a hurting heart...


Hours ago...

New Overwatch HQ...

7:59 AM

Satya Vaswani's room...

The hardlight master awakes from her room earlier than her own alarm clock that was supposed to activate at 8 am. It would seem that despite her stoic demeanor, she can't help but be a little bit excited for her own birthday.

And today is the day. As she heads to her private bathroom, with each tile and even her mirror sparkling like a diamond, she turns on her faucet, making sure the cross shaped handle of the appliance is in a symmetrical alignment to resemble an actual vertical cross rather than a crooked X, and lets the water run on and through her cupped hands to gather water and splash it on her face to momentarily clean it and awake herself completely.

Once she is finished, she looks at her reflection in the mirror and creates a hardlight construct which shapes itself into an actual towel and she uses it to wipe her face dry.

I do not mind if I do not get any sort of celebration. A simple greeting from my friends is enough to make my day.

Symmetra mentally told herself just in time for her to stop rubbing the towel she made from her face. She spotted part of her hair hanging down from the rest, which is bothering her a bit. So she transforms the towel into a comb and she completely fixes her whole mane, eventually making it as elegant as it always have been: long and flowing.

However, she suddenly began realizing that if there were people to greet her, that may include Ben.

What kind of hairstyle would he like?

The former Vishkar member asked herself mentally once again as she continues to keep her eyes staring at her own reflection.

"Hmmm...a ponytail? No, his ex once had that... Maybe pigtails? No. I'm too old for that... How about... " She began speaking her mind out loud as she walks out of her bathroom and starts pacing within it.

As she has her mind process this, she noticed the large portrait above her holo computer containing one of the most important events that happened in her life.

The image is her with Ben and Mercy, who are both wearing uniforms from when they attended the Null Sector Uprising. Symmetra herself in the photo is still wearing her old Vishkar uniform, with her hair styled into a bun, as the three of them are standing with the Swiss Overwatch HQ behind them. This was Symmetra's first day in Overwatch after the day Ben made her see Vishkar's errors.

Symmetra can't help but smile at the image she has until she noticed the portrait is leaning to side. She slowly balances it and pushes it to it's upright position, making it symmetrical once more.

Focusing her attention at the image once more, she smiles and already got an idea what hairstyle she should have.


Ben, wearing a black shirt and green jogging pants, yawns as he scratches his half asleep eyes while he walks from upstairs to get to the kitchen. Like usual, he slept late again because of hours of working on his side project, chatting with the relentless Skycoder again, who won't stop hacking his stuff until he talked to her, and making a special device for someone, but he forced himself fo wake up early for an important event he has to attend to today.

"I really need to start sleeping more..." Ben scolded himself once he finally found himself in the kitchen and goes for the coffee maker, pressing a button so that the machine can work it's magic, just as Lena, wearing a sky blue bathrobe, white short shorts and her chronal bracelet, walks by behind him, holding a half eaten donut and a cup of hot chocolate in her hands as she swallows the part of the donut she's been eating to talk to Ben.

"It's your fault for being a mad scientist." Lena teased as she bumps his unsuspecting bum with hers to push him forward and wake him up completely before walking away, giggling and finishing her donut.

His body shaken by Lena's sudden action, he grumbles, fully awake, and berates Lena, yelling, "I'm not a mad scientist! I'm JUST a scientist. Is that so hard to understand?"

As they have their argument, Angela just comes into the kitchen with Jack following behind her. "We really need to make sure to have our alarm fixed." Angela scolds herself and Jack as they walk to the kitchen, unaware that Ben, Lena, Fareeha, who just passed by them, and even Snowball, who just came by, are all staring at the two.

"Yeah, but let's hope the objective's not active yet..." Jack tells Angela as he goes for the coffee maker while Angela yawns and washes her hands on the nearby sink.

When the two finally turn to face away from the counter where the sink and coffee maker were, they notice the looks on the shapeshifter, the time traveller, the rocket queen and the adorable robot's faces.

Ben is on the verge of laughing, holding back himself by covering his mouth, the same can be said by Lena, Fareeha is just shocked and Snowball made his two digital eyes turn into heart shaped ones.

"What?" Angela asked the young adults and the drone. Ben then points at his own mother, specifically at her torso before giggling like a girl at her. Angela is quite understandably confused at her son's reaction until she looks at her own body...

...and notice that she is wearing Jack's Soldier 76 jacket. Jack turned to look at her and also noticed she has his jacket while he was just wearing a white shirt. The two adults blush as they remember that they slept together last night since they have not yet made a bedroom for Reinhardt and Brigitte so Jack gave his to them while he sleeps with the medic.

"N-Nothing happened! I must not have realized I put Jack's jacket on!" Mercy tried explaining, with her words actually true, but even her own son couldn't help feel skeptical as he just let's loose and finally laughs his butt out loud.

"Ben! That's a very inappropriate response!" Fareeha scolded her little brother. However, instead of a reply from Ben, Lena instead laughs with him as she kept smacking her closed fist on the table she's seating by. "Ugh... Why do I bother?" Fareeha just whispers to herslef and goes to the fridge as Snowball follows her with a happy look on his digital eyes.

As they have their typical family moment, Satya finally arrives from her room upstairs and smiles as she peeks behind a wall to see everyone, especially Ben. With her hair now tied into a bun and her outfit now changed into her old Vishkar uniform, she's ready to face the boy.

But, just as she cuts the corner, Lena stands from her seat, still laughing, and accidentally trips on a protruding wire on the floor and almost falls, but Ben manages to catch her by her back, like they were dancing romantically. "Geez. Laugh so hard, you trip." Ben teased his friend.

Lena only giggles in response before sighing in relief and then retorts, "Only because we can't keep this base cleaned up and all those wires are all over the building."

As the two brunettes share another laugh as Ben helps Lena stand up straight, Satya watched the whole thing.

Why would she feel jealous? Ben and Lena are simply friends, right? Yet... all these years, Ben seemed more attached to Tracer than any other women from Overwatch, aside from his own mother.

Her thoughts are interrupted when said mother notices her just standing at the corner and says, "Satya! Dressed already I see."

Satya gets startled by someone calling her name, as she holds her chest to calm her extremely beating heart, before calming down and looking away. "Yes... Of course. It's a special occasion today." She replies to her vice commander.

When she utters these words, everyone in the kitchen is confused, as Angela responds with what everyone is thinking: "What occasion?"

Those words pierced through Satya's heart like a blade made of titanium. They forgot it's her birthday today?! "T-Today... Today is my..."

"Oh! Right!"

She turns to look at Ben, who just yelled as he puts his hands behind his head while he stretches. "Today, we gotta get our funding! Man, this vigilante business ironically doesn't pay..." He adds.

...No.

It cannot be.

Even Ben forgot her birthday...

It hurts more than any Talon assassin or any iteration of Doomfist could do to her... Of all people... she can't believe he'd forget her birthday...

Satya could only look down, holding back tears in her eyes and fakes a smile, saying, "Yes... Exactly that..."

"Well then, since you're so eager enough to get dressed immediately, Satya, you and someone else get our funding from Vialli. He has been proven to be a great business ally for us ever since we began our New Overwatch projects." Angela suggested.

"Hmmm... Vialli... Sounds familiar..." Jack comments while he sips his coffee.

Angela gasps a bit before telling Jack, "Oh right. You were not here yet when he offered help. We were set on having Ben just sell diamonds from his body as Diamondhead until we saved Vialli, CEO of Artiglio Corporation. He offered to keep funding us as long as we keep saving people."

"Giving money to vigilantes behind the curtain... Sounds illegal." Jack comments.

"Pretty sure we crossed 'illegal activity' when we disobeyed the Petras Act and continued as vigilantes." Ben points out as Snowball floats above his head, beeping quite happily, as if he was agreeing with his creator.

Jack shrugs with a smile, following it up with saying, "Fair enough."

"I'll go with ya, Satya!" Lena volunteered. "Been a while since we actually teamed up! I think last time we did, we fought Doomfist."

"Which one? There's like three different villainous Doomfists." Pharah comments.

"Hmmm... Akinjide Adeyemi... Akande Ogundimu... and Verda Koboldo." Ben listed as he sits back down on his seat. "To think all three of them nearly killed each member of Bravo Team."

"Yeah. Akinjide nearly killed Satya, Akande nearly killed Lena and Genji and Verda nearly killed me and Ben." Fareeha adds. "Ugh... I hated the latter the most..."

"I know... Akinjide and Akande at the very least are sane and have some small morals... Verda was a maniac... I think he stopped answering to his real name and just called himself Doomfist." Lena adds.

"Can we please go?"

Everyone turns to look at Symmetra, as she holds onto her left arm quite tightly, like she's holding back something.

"Of course! I'll go get dressed." Lena replies before trying to blink away, but just trips completely this time, forgetting she doesn't have her chronal accelerator on, just her bracelet.

As everyone laughs at her mistake, which Lena also laughs at and just accepted that it was silly of her, Satya, on the other hand, finally released tears before leaving the kitchen first.


An hour later...

On the way to Kurjikstan, Lena remembered it was Satya's birthday, but it was too late. Satya had finally just accepted that nobody else will acknowledge her special day and basically has come down to her not caring anymore, all to just finish today's objective and go home.

Currently, they're on their way to Vialli's company to receive their check for their funding. As they pass by other citizens, humans and Omnics alike, while still wearing their disguises, Satya is keeping a stern face while Tracer is getting worried deep inside.

Just as she opens her mouth to say something to her friend, Satya immediately puts her palm up at Tracer, telling her to stop without using words before pulling away her hand. Tracer then just sighs, unable to speak for the birthday girl.

Upon arriving at their designated location, they are greeted by a large skyscraper of a building, fit to be an actual company.

Artiglio Corporation.

Tall, titanium built skyscraper with a helicopter pad on top and the letter "A" as a gigantic sign on the front, just above the entrance into the facility. This place is screaming with ego and a dash of overcompensating, fit for a big time CEO.

The corporation is built with the industry of making hover cars and vehicles, from the classic Prowler 2070 to the heavy duty Juggernaut 2065. With such top notch vehicles made in this very building, together with hundreds of other branches across the globe, Artiglio Corporation, and especially Vialli himself, is one of the fastest growing companies in history, selling multiple vehicles worth $ 600,000,000,000,000,000 in just two days.

It's no wonder New Overwatch is well funded. Their efforts are pocket change for Vialli. They're lucky to have him on their side.

As the Overwatch duo enter the building, they stop by the front desk to ask for Vialli. The secretary asks if they have an appointment with her boss and they say yes, with Lena saying, "It's a mighty fine day for a few hours, isn't it?"

The secretary finally recognized them through the code and lets them in. New Overwatch and Vialli agreed to have a secret code to tell his secretary so they can pass unsuspected.

After a long elevator ride to the very top of the building to the CEO's office, the duo arrive and open the door to spot their contact.

With golden brown hair and beard, along with a classic business suit complete with a red tie, combined with a smug grin and his butt sitting on a black and red egg chair, Vialli of Artiglio Corporation waits for the two agents as they close the door behind them.

Vialli smiles at the sight of his heroes as he pushes a button on his office desk phone and says to his surveillance station, "Frank, you can kill the cams in my office."

"Yes, sir." Frank, his CCTV operator, responds as all four cameras in the room, each in all four corners of the cube shaped room, drop and look down as they shut down. After they do, both ladies drop their disguises by taking off their ID Masks and switching back to their proper appearance.

"Welcome back, ladies! Here to receive your funding again?" Vialli tells his partners as he pulls out his drawer in his desk and takes out a check and a pen from it. "Saw your little skirmish with Doomfist Numéro tres. Is Ziegler okay?" He asks genuinely while he signs the check, the amount given being $1,200,000,000,000,000.

As Tracer and Symmetra sit on separate seats in front of Vialli's table, Tracer replies, "He was alright. Everyone was worried but in the end, we knew he'd recover."

"Splendid!" Vialli replies, ripping the check from it's pack and handing it to the time walker, who takes it with a smile as thanks. "Tell him he should visit some time. I still owe him for saving my life."

"Yes..." Symmetra comments. "We... all do..."

"Uhhh... Well, he's busy preparing for something. Our friend old friend Reinhardt just came by and is rejoining us." Tracer trailed away from Satya's melancholy to avoid the touchy subject she has.

"Reinhardt? The old Crusader, correct?" Vialli double checked. He gets his answer when Tracer nods. "I see. That is excellent! The more of you, the more successful things will be!"

Just as he says that, his desk phone suddenly beeps and answers itself since the CEO set it to auto answer. "Vialli... Where are you?!" A very grave, growly voice said through the phone. For the two Overwatch agents, it sounded familiar, as it caught Symmetra's attention while Tracer raises a brow.

Vialli noticed the looks on his friends' faces, causing him to laugh nervously. He goes to press a button on the phone to answer, saying, "G-man! My favorite hombre! Can you call later? I'm, uhhh... I'm in a... meeting..."

"Meeting?! You're suppose to be in OUR meeting, you lazy, money grubbing–" The raspy, angry man on the phone is cut off when Vialli finally picks up the wireless phone from it's housing to talk to the caller privately as he stands from his seat.

"Look, I'll be there after this, okay? ...I get it, Re– Uh, umm... My friend. This is important. It's... It's code Trojan, okay? See now? Okay. Well if I said it's... Alright, geez. Next time when I say 'Not now.', I mean it. Oka– Oh. Did... Did he... Did he find out? Does...Crap. Shut up! I don't need your... I get it. Whatever." Vialli ended his conversation with his caller as he slams the phone into its housing as he sits back on his chair, taking heavy breaths, like he's nervous.

He completely forgot that the two agents are still in the room, causing him to mentally slap himself and he immediately composes himself back at ease, saying to the two ladies, "Well, ummm... you have your check. Thank you for coming and you're always welcome. You may leave."

Both ladies turn to look at each other in confusion before nodding back to the nervous businessman as they stand, out back their disguises and leave the room. After the two are gone, Vialli starts sweating despite the strong amount of air conditioning in his office. His elbows resting on his table as his hands are holding to each other like he's praying. His sweat dripping from his forehead down to his chin. Some are even dropping on his white table, leaving wet marks on the glass.

In his inner fear with some mixed rage, he grabs his million dollar mini statue of himself on his table and throws it at a wall, while yelling, "Damn it!" After the statue break upon contact with the concrete wall, he grabs his wireless phone again and dials a number. When someone picks up on the other side, Vialli just angrily commands, "He's in Monaco! Get rid of him! Billion dollars to anyone who brings his head to me!" He then drops the call before picking it back up to dial another number.

"Hello?"

"You wanted to join us, right?! We have two agents here in Kurjikstan! If you're still on the country, get their attention then kill them and we'll take you in!"

He slammed the phone again in rage, but this time, he didn't realize how much his anger is influencing his strength as him slamming the gadget actually finally breaks it.


Exiting the building, Tracer and Symmetra, who discarded her sadness to focus on a new problem, both slow their walk back to their Blackbird as they discuss what they had just heard from Vialli and his conversation with the mysterious caller.

"That voice... It may be just a coincidence, but I feel like it sounded like Reaper's voice." Tracer hypothesized, a hand on her chin as she recounts what had just happened at the top floor.

"Indeed. And they way he talked and how he had just told us to leave... It seems our benevolent benefactor isn't who he says he is." Symmetra adds as Tracer puts away the check into her pocket. "Let's bring the check back to Portugal then report back to Commander Morrison about what we learned."

"Great idea." Tracer replies as the disguised agents continue their trip back to their ship.


"I spy with my little eye..."

Click...

"A crazy little thing called..."

Tick... tick... tick...

"...a bomb."

Beep.


Walking up the cargo door of the tactical plane, Tracer and Symmetra are about to head to the cockpit...

...until explosions in the distance caught their attention. Coming out of the Blackbird, they see back in the city large pillars of flame and ground level explosions occurring, like a terrorist organization suddenly attacked.

With their heroic instincts kicking in, they leave their hidden ship alone and run back to the city, dropping their disguises to save the day as themselves.


A lone, 7 year old boy cries as he wanders around the burning city while everyone else just kept running. Rubbing his eyes while continuously crying for his parents, the boy cannot see anything at all as he kept walking. As such, he fails to notice that an explosion just sent a broken car flying right at him...

...until Symmetra slides in front of him, creates a hardlight shield and deflects the car like it was nothing but an annoying fly. The sound of the car crashing into the shield finally caught the boy's attention just as Symmetra looks at the corner of her eye to look at the boy, saying, "Go, child! This place is dangerous!"

The boy is merely frozen at the ebony beauty that had just saved her just as the boy's parents finally arrive and take him away from the danger, thanking Symmetra along the way. When Symmetra drops the shield, the car falls on the ground in front of her before she creates multiple hardlight domes around the large flames to prevent any oxygen from strengthening them. Once she has put them out, she hears blinking and zipping as well as cocky laughing.

Cue Tracer being chased by homing missiles, zipping away from a couple as they miss their target and hits the ground instead. A couple are still chasing her, so the blue blur loses them by jumping onto a nearby car and zips away, with the missiles missing again and hits the car instead.

As she zips away, ending up upside down in mid air, she takes out her Pulse Pistols and fires at the ones attacking her: robotic drones with arm missile launchers for hands and jet propulsions on their backs. Even with her vision flipped upside down, Tracer's training in the simulation room has payed off, as she manages to hit at least four out of the ten drones.

Upon finally landing on the ground, just beside her Symmetra, the latter takes out her Photon Projector and fires it's primary beam to start melting at least two of the drones before finishing off the last four by trapping them in a hardlight sphere and shrinking it with them inside, crushing them all into each other.

Dropping her destroyed foes by removing the sphere, Symmetra looks back at Tracer, who nods back at her before they run off to find more people to save and robots to destroy.

They arrive at the plaza and end up fighting more of the drones back to back. As Tracer shoots three incoming enemies, Symmetra catches five missiles coming at them via trapping them in hardlight force fields shaped exactly like them. She then throws these missiles at four drones, exploding on impact. When sevens more fly at them, Tracer activates her Pulse Bomb and throws it at the middle drone, sticking to it's torso. Seizing this opportunity, Symmetra creates a hardlight rope around the other six and bind them together with the one with the bomb. With the seven drones stuck with each other, the bomb explodes and reduced the war machines into piles of scrap.

However, despite how much they break, the machines keep coming. And even with their abilities, the two agents are still human, with the weakness to tire. "There's no end to them!" Tracer points out their problem as she unloads all her pistols' ammunition before rewinding them to reload.

"Then we find the source. Lena, scout the city. Get a good vantage point and find a pattern. See where these drones are all coming from. I'll hold them off." Symmetra tells her partner, her hands glowing with blue hardlight energy.

"Can you handle this many?" Tracer asks, preparing to sprint as she puts away her Pulse Pistols and goes into a running man stance.

Symmetra only scoffs at the Brit as she suddenly makes two hardlight copies of herself and both copies make poses as the real Symmetra stands proud. "Please. I'm the second most powerful Overwatch member, remember?" The former Vishkar member boasted, snapping her fingers and makes her copies create their own hardlight swords.

"Alright! Good luck!" Tracer tells Symmetra before making a break for it and blinking away, dodging every missile that tries to hit her.

As the drones converge on Symmetra, she merely smirks before she lets her copies loose on the machines as she fires continuous Photon Energy Balls at them.


Reaching the nearest and tallest building she could find, Tracer tries to look at where most of the machines are coming from. Seeing an actual line of the drones coming from one direction, she follows it with her eyes and spots them coming from a nearby abandoned parking garage, coming put from the windows while much bigger and heavier robots guard their exit areas. "Symmetra! Over there!" Tracer yells as she points at where she found mechanical mayhems' hiding spot.

When her partner nods and commands her copies to keep the machines busy, Tracer goes ahead as Symmetra follows her to the spot.


The sounds of bullets zapping through metal echoes through the walls of the garage before eventually the two agents send the heavy drones flying into the pillars, one riddles with holes and the other half melted by photon energy.

Tracer and Symmetra walk around the area to scope it out and are warry of danger as they look from left to right, up the ceiling or predicting something could be beneath the ground.

Tracer rewinds her pistols again to reload as Symmetra merely creates more hardlight ammunition for her projector.

The sounds of mechanical objects clicking and tinkering about echo in the area, giving the impression that this is where the machines are being built. Following the sound by going up one floor, the two do find the machine making these drones. It seems to be a replicator, cloning a ready built robot inside a pod to create an army of the same model.

However, the invention is right here...

...but the inventor is not in sight.

"Who did this?" Tracer asks the most important question. However...

"Someone you have no business dealing with."

With a loud smack, Tracer gets knocked into a wall as her chronal accelerator releases smalls sparks of electricity at the impact. After about two seconds of sticking at the wall, she falls to the floor just as the sound of a blast of energy echoes in the room and Symmetra is sent skidding backwards with a blue, spherical shield she made in front of her cracks and she falls to her knees, tired.

She weakly wipes away the blood dripping from her mouth as footsteps approach her and the brunette beside her.

The person approaching them is a man of old age yet still seem fit, with a white beard and goatee and hair ponytailed onto his back. He's wearing a blue jumpsuit with white pads on his shoulders and knees. He also seems to have some sort of jetpack attached to his shoulder pads and his back. In his right hand is a small blaster, the size of a Desert Eagle pistol yet it's stronger than it looks.

This man is Sven, former member of the Ironclad guild and an old friend of Torbjorn...

But now, he has gone a dark path.

"You should have brought your boyfriend, Overwatch child." Sven mocks Symmetra as she tries standing up, creating a hardlight shield for herself once again to fight back. "Even with your abilities, my genius and creativity is leagues above yours." Sven mocked her more and snaps his fingers. Right on cue, Symmetra is unexpectedly blasted from both her left and right, weakening her further as she falls on the ground.

Still conscious but wounded, Symmetra could only watch with one eye as she keeps her other closed while wincing in pain. She could only see Sven and two robots with arm cannons, who seem to be the ones responsible for her injury, join together and approach both Overwatch agents.

However, instead of giving up, Symmetra's eyes glow blue and she yells in rage as a burst of blue energy ignites and blows up from within, surprising the self proclaimed genius and knocking him and his robots away from the two ladies.

Symmetra struggles to stand up once more as she creates hardlight energy swords on both her hands and jumps at her enemies.

But Sven was prepared this time. He grabs one of his robots and Symmetra instead stabs it instead of him. With both blades plunged into the machine, Sven takes this chance to fires his pistol again and this time, Symmetra has no shield to defend herself. The blast hits her and immobilizes her, as the gun is specifically made to paralyze all muscle movement and the nervous system of a human body.

Symmetra was lucky to block the blast the first time. She's not so lucky now, as she falls to her knees, unable to move.

Dammit! All this power and I'm still useless! I can't do anything right! ...I guess...

As Symmetra speaks to herself, Sven chuckles, holstering his gun before taking out a handle.

... That's why...

Sven then presses a button on this long handle and it creates an axe blade made of plasma, smoking blue hot as he spins it around to show off.

...Ben will never love me... I'm...

The old man then lifts the energy axe above his head, ready to execute the girl.

... useless.

...

...

...

"Hey, old man!"

That voice... It's the same voice she heard when Overwatch infiltrated Talon. When she was nearly freezing to death... It's...!

Symmetra opens her eyes to see the Highbreed with an Omnitrix symbol himself, Frostbite, who is currently holding onto the axe Sven is trying to use. Speaking of Sven, he can only have both his eyes widen in shock as he looks at the colossal creature holding onto him.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?!" Frostbite yells at the villain before completely taking away his axe and snapping it in two.

With Sven unprepared for Ben, he takes out his stun gun to blast the Atasian, but Frostbite, with his size and arm reach, merely smacks away the gun before he could do anything. The alien then proceeds to grab the mad man by his waist like a child holding a toy. "Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, messes with my friends and gets away with it!" Frostbite passive aggressively yells at the former Ironclad soldier.

Symmetra looks at the man he once admired stand up to their foe, proudly proclaiming that he would never let anyone hurt her or anyone in his life. With her mouth slightly open as tears of joy fall from her eyes, Symmetra fell in love with Ben all over again.

However, in one last ditch effort to spite the heroes, Sven takes out a remote and presses the big red button on it before promptly crushing it with his bare hands.

With no idea what Sven did but assuming it was something horrible, Frostbite pulls the man up to his unorthodox face and angrily asks, "What did you do?!"

"What I've done, Xcutioner, is topple a city with a destroyer of worlds!" Sven proclaimed before his head suddenly explodes...!

But with no blood or brain bits... Just wires and oil. Sven's true human body was never here...

"Dang it. I hate it when they use robot doubles..." Frostbite complains before throwing away the broken Sven-bot like a used tissue. Once he turns back to Ben, he crouches down to Symmetra and asks her, "You okay?"

The response he gets from her, however, is just a hug as she continues to cry. Confused at first, Ben eventually smiles and hugs her back, before whispering, "This was not part of our plan... Happy birthday."

Symmetra ceased her tears and lets go of Ben to speak to him clearly, asking, "You never forgot?!"

"Of course we didn't forget." Ben replied, just in time for Tracer to wake up. As she shakes her head spots Ben, the ground suddenly rumbles as the sounds of helicopters and people's screams can be heard outside. "We'll explain later. Right now, whatever that old man did, we have to deal with."

Symmetra nods, understanding the situation as Ben helps her up by putting her arm over his back and shoulders. The paralyzing energy is loosing it's effect, but Symmetra still can't walk. Tracer stands up to help Ben carry their friend.


What the heroes see once they're outside of the parking garage is utterly shocking.

Sven had summoned a Titan.

A 120 ft tall, special class drone primarily developed for urban warfare. It possesses enough physical strength to punch through skyscrapers casually and crush tanks like the were old newspapers.

It has already, and quite literally, stomped 1/4 of the city as helicopters try their best to bring it down, but unfortunately, their weaponry does nothing.

"Well?! Go Way Big or something!" Tracer yells, panicking at the literal huge problem they have.

But Ben has other plans as he lets Tracer carry Symmetra and he starts scrolling through his forms. "Using Way Big in the middle of a city against something like that will only cause more collateral damage. As a scientist, I shall proceed with this with the utmost importance of..." Ben responds and slams down the dial...

...and turned himself into aviator suit wearing Jury Rigg. "... Complete disregard for the mercy of this drone! Gyahahahahaha!" The little gremlin alien maniacally exclaimed before running to the colossal machine, laughing mad all the way. "Break break break!"

While Tracer sweat drops at Ben for acting rather smart but stubborn, Symmetra smiles as she enjoys seeing Ben happy, especially knowing that this whole time...

... he never forgot her special day.


9:00 PM

Portugal

New Overwatch HQ

"Happy Birthday!"

Everyone greeted the newly recovered Symmetra as she looks at them, all teary eyed while Ben stands beside her with a hand on her shoulder. "None of you truly forgot?" She asks as Ben hands her his handkerchief for her to wipe away her tears.

"Of course we didn't! We planned for this to be a surprise!" Angela replies, holding a strawberry shortcake for the birthday celebrant.

"Admittedly, the first phase of the plan was harsh, and at first, we didn't like it." Mei adds, holding ice cream for the party.

"But we added something to it: have you and Tracer go out for a bit while we prepare. She'll comfort you and ease you up so that when you come back, you have us waiting for you." Jack explained further.

"But..." It was Ben's turn to explain, causing Symm– No... Satya, to look at him. "You guys were taking too long and we got worried, so I went Jetray and flew across the world just to find you.

"Sven got in the way, so here we are." Lena ended.

"We have prepared you a feast, young Satya!" Reinhardt happily proclaimed as he holds a big mug of beer. "But while he is only one to have one for you, we know you will love the gift Ben has to give!"

Right on cue, Ben crouches a bit, holds onto his knees and starts whistling before calling out, "Here girl!"

And from a different, a big white husky wearing a green scarf runs in and jumps at Satya, who smiles as soon as she sees the dog. "Rescue?!" Satya happily yells as the husky barks while she ruffles the dog with both hands.

"You said you've been wanting to see her again. So Reinhardt and I brought her back here from Germany." Ben explained while Satya is licked by her favorite pet. Ben then kneels down and holds Satya's hand, which causes her to blush. "Happy birthday, Satya."

"Happy birthday!" Everyone else joined in as the birthday girl smiles, with more tears of joy erupting from her eyes.

Best birthday ever...


Happy Anniversary, Overwatch.