Chapter 1 - Booty

 Tracer at the top of the building, looking down at the city below. Not only was it night, but the stars and moon were out, the streets were all foggy. No wonder they chose to meet like this, thought Lena. Perfect way to avoid being seen. 

 Mercy came to look as well. “Seen anything yet?” 

“Nothing. Though I’m sure his ugly mug will make itself seen soon enough.” 

 Next to them, Pharah revved up the engine of her jetpack. “You should let me go down there and have a look.” 

“Nonsense!” cried Symmetra, rising from where she was busy putting up defenses. “You would be seen at once.” 

 Brigitte blew a strand of hair out of her face and looked up at the dark sky. “She’s right. They would see you immediately.” 

“Maybe I could go?” said D.Va. Though she wore her suit, she kept a leather jacket on top that obscured most of it. 

 Tracer clicked her tongue and adjusted the binoculars. These girls were all so impatient. These boys are going to show up any minute now. If there was anything she trusted about the Junkers, it was a faith in their own stupidity. All they heard was cheap weapons for sale; the bad weather was just the cherry on top of what must’ve seemed to them like a perfect plan. 

 I almost feel bad for the poor saps, Lena thought. A dog would have better sense than this. 

“There!” cried Mercy, pointing a finger out towards the park. “Is that not Roadhog?” 

 Tracer moved the binoculars over and arched her brows in shock. “Ms. Ziegler and her amazing eyesight. That’s our lad.” Roadhog was making his way towards the meet at the dead-end alley, waddling along as his gigantic belly shook with every step. He tried to cover it up with a shirt, but it barely hid the monstrosity. And somehow, he thought it would be a big cover if he just wore a pig’s hat instead of his normal mask. What a goddamned idiot. 

“Let’s go,” Pharah kept insisting. “What are we waiting for?” 

“Fawkes has yet to show himself,” Symmetra explained. 

“Junkrat?” The Egyptian spit dryly. “Are you truly afraid of that animal? I could take both of them at once.” 

 All this talking… Lena moved her sights some more and then she saw him, too. Junkrat, coming from the direction of a fast food joint, making his way to the same place. “All right, ladies! Our dates have arrived. Fareeha and Hana, you be ready to pounce on them at any moment. Satya and I will wait for them in the alley. Angela and Brigitte will get the rear. Are we ready?”

“Ready!” 

 Tracer headed down and hid in waiting. It took only a few minutes until she heard the two Aussies moving towards her, bickering with one another. “It’s fuckin’ here!” said Roadhog. “Shut your mouth, you bloody cunt, I can see it’s here!” Junkrat snapped. 

 They stood in the alley, looking around confused. “Where are they?” said Roadhog. 

 Junkrat’s beady eyes went left and right, then he started panicking. “It’s a t-trap! Run for it!” 

 Tracer got behind him and pointed the gun at his head. “You don’t say.” 

 Symmetra’s own defenses activated and hit Roadhog. He groaned and slammed his fist after her, but the lithe operator stepped just in time. 

 Junkrat ran, indifferent to the gun pointed at his head. “He’s coming!” shouted Tracer. 

 D.Va and Pharah came down upon Roadhog like a bad dream, hitting him with everything they had, till the massive tub of lard was finally under their control. D.Va straddled him with his mech and sat on top of his mound of a belly. “Phew!” 

 Brigitte made her way back with Junkrat in a hold under her arm, his scrawny body looking pathetic against her. “N-No!” he insisted. “We did nothing wrong!”

“Silence, you cockroach!” Pharah shouted. “You need not do anything; you’re scum.” Junkrat mumbled something back. The Egyptian rushed over and slammed her head into his face, breaking his nose as he fell to the ground, whimpering and bleeding. 

“What are you doing!?” Mercy yelled. “He was helpless.” 

 She simply shrugged. “As stated, he is scum. I do not concern myself with the wellbeing of scum.” 

“I do.” 

“Too bad?” 

 Symmetra got between them and raised her palms. “Enough of this! This has been a successful operation. Why are you bickering?” 

 Beats me, thought Tracer. Satya was right. This was as close as it got to a free win. These two fuckers would be headed straight for jail for the foreseeable future. “Hana, get ready. You’ve gotta haul that beast.” 

 D.Va sighed. “What a waste of energy.” 

 Only Brigitte raised her head. “Do you guys hear that?” she asked, her accent getting thicker in a moment of panic. 

“Hear what?” asked Pharah. 

 Barely a second passed after she finished uttering her question before she was struck in the chest. The impact was so powerful that it sent her into the wall. 

 Tracer was put on alert and jumped around, only to have a shadow coming over her face was a massive figure dropped from above, blocking all light. 

 Doomfist came down right on top of D.Va’s mech. “Hello, girls,” he said with a grin. Brigitte raised her weapon towards him, only to be hit in the back and go down just like Pharah. Doomfist started slamming his powerglove into the mech, sending bits flying in the air. 

 Symmetra’s defenses came online and targeted him, but shields were protecting him. Whose shields? 

 Tracer wanted to jump around to the top of the building and get out of the alley, when her blink simply went out. She fell down ten feet, groaning as she hit the concrete, then saw a shadowy figure standing over her. As her eyes fixed on her, she saw the butt of a weapon rise. “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Then it hit her twice, once in her neck, and then in the head. 





 When she awoke, Tracer found herself bound and gagged, tied to her girls in the middle of a giant hall. Though there was no way of knowing where they were, she got the odd feeling that they were deep underground. What the hell is this place? 

 She twisted herself around till she saw that Doomfist sat right in front of them - not alone, but with Hana in his lap. Her mech was gone, though her suit was on, and so was the pistol at her belt. In spite of this, she seemed completely paralyzed in the arms of the gigantic Nigerian, just staring out at nothing out of a bloodless face. Doomfist simply ran his dark fingers up and down her torso. “You’re such a pretty little thing,” he kept telling her, grinning. 

 What the hell is he doing to her?! Lena wanted to get up and bash his head in. 

 And speaking of that… who was it that bashed her own head in? 

“Ahhh, you’re awake,” said a voice. Lena glanced up and saw a beautiful brown face. The gorgeous violet irises reflected out of a set of eyes done heavy with smokey dark makeup. “¿Estás bien?” She winked, then brought up an energy drink to her lips and took a swig. 

 A set of doors sounded somewhere behind her, and a new set of footsteps approached. Heels. Very delicate ones. Instead of the sexy feminine figure she imagined appearing, she got a very different sight. That of an old man. 

 Sigma?...

“Good evening,” he told them. “I can imagine that you are all wondering what’s going on, so I won’t keep you waiting.” As he spoke, Widowmaker came in after him, the tap-tap of her heels following the old man as he glided around the circle of prisoners. “You have been captured, and soon you shall be taken. Ms. Ziegler, I am happy to announce that you’ll be joining me on a flight to my facility. As for the rest of you, you remember how the saying goes: Vae victis.”

 Doomfist put D.Va up on his shoulder and stood up. “So, we’re done?” 

“Indeed, Mr. Ogundimu. I am very thankful for your services. And to you, Ms. Lacroix.” Finally, he turned to Sombra and extended an arm as if awestruck. “And who could forget Ms. Colomar.” 

“Si, si, pervertido, just give me what I’m owed, that’s all the thanks I need.” 

“Your use of the Spanish tongue has always enthralled me, Ms. Colomar. Perhaps one day you will come to my facility and teach me some?” 

 Widowmaker pointed her rifle in the air and shot a round that echoed and made them all grimace. “Enough of this,” she said in a sensual, tired voice. “As agreed upon, Sombra and I will take Oxton and Lindholm.” 

“As you wish,” said Sigma, too busy watching Mercy to care about whatever they were doing. 

 Sombra tied Brigitte away from the rest and tried to put her over her shoulder. When Brigitte struggled, she gave her a gut punch that made the Swede fold. Widowmaker came over to Tracer. 

 It was then that Doomfist stood up. “What the hell are you doing?” 

 Widowmaker turned to face him. “Excuse me?”

“Tracer’s mine! That was the deal. I get the Korean and the Englishwoman.” 

“Did you mistake us for meaning a different Oxton?” 

 Doomfist stepped up to her. “How was I supposed to know that’s what you bloody meant?” 

 Widowmaker scrunched her nose and stood her ground, unimpressed. “Are you too much of an idiot to know what your enemies are called?” 

 They’re fighting! Good, good! Lena thought. That will give us some time to get out of here. While they spoke, she managed to squeeze one hand out of the tight hold. All she needed was an opportunity to strike. 

“Look at this stupid Frenchie,” Doomfist told D.Va as she stood on his shoulders. “She thinks she--” 

 All faces turned towards the doors as they suddenly exploded. They ducked to avoid the blast, and Sigma was already grabbing Mercy to make a run for it. Instead of the Overwatch backup they were expecting, though, it was Junkrat and Roadhog that made their way in. 

“The fuck is going on here?” Junkrat screeched, his broken nose all swollen. 

“Ah. It is the bait,” said Sigma.

“Bait?” Junkrat prepared an explosive. “I’ve got this whole place lined up with explosives. One wrong move and the whole place will come crumbling down. Not to mention,” he added, opening up his jacket. “I’ll blow up too. And take you all with me.” 

“W-What?” the old man said. “Ms. Lacroix, I thought-” 

“We were leaving. Was I to know that your place lacked any and all security?” 

 Keeping his finger over the detonator, Junkrat approached to look at the captives. “Well, well, well. Ain’t this some amazing booty we’ve got.” 

 Sombra smirked. “We?” 

“Yes, we. So, what, are we all taking one? Because in that case, I know who I’m taking.” He raised a foot and put it down on Pharah’s grunting face. “This fucking sand bitch right here.” 

 The other four shrugged. “Done,” said Sigma. “She is yours.”

“Not so fast! My friend over here gets his pick too.” 

 Roadhog made his way among them, till the shadow of his belly fell over Tracer’s face. Looming over her like a pig, he pointed down. “This one,” he wheezed. “I wann this one.” 

“Too bad, friend-o,” snapped Sombra. “She’s taken.” 

“That’s right,” Doomfist said. “By me.” 

 Sigma put his hands together and giggled happily. “Why, I think this is a wonderful solution to avoid further trouble. We all get one we picked. Mr. Ogundimu, you look quite pleased with your share as it is. Why not let the others enjoy the fun?”

“Hold on a second, puta,” Sombra said, throwing Brigitte to the ground and lifting her gun towards the old man. “There’s two of us and two of you. What, you think we only take the viking because we’re women? We take two as well.” 

“Very well… That leaves Ms. Vaswani. Take her.”

“What the hell am I supposed to do with her? Nobody’s got a price on her head!”

“Whatever. Kill her, if you wish. Oftentimes, the intellectual types are the most enjoyable to torment.” 

 Sombra came closer and put her gun to his temple. “No, here’s what’s going to happen, pendejo. You’re going to pay to reimburse us for losing the cash that we would have gotten for Oxton.” 

 Sigma’s face lit up as if he had never considered the possibility before and its simplicity came as an eureka. “Perfect! I’ll wire the money at once.” 

 No, thought Lena with dread as Roadhog picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Please, no! “Let’s go,” he told Junkrat. 

 But as Junkrat watched everyone go away, he saw that only Symmetra was left. “Is nobody taking her?” he asked them, wiping some blood from his nose. The faces of Sigma, Doomfist, Widowmaker, and Sombra stared at her. “Because if not… I’ll t-take her.” 

 Sigma simply smiled. “Why not? Live life to the fullest, my friend. Take both!” 

 Sombra just shook her head and laughed darkly. “¿Una para morder cada cojone?”