The Hacker And The Widow

A/N:

Hi people, this is my first Overwatch fanfic, so I hope you like it! Please review & follow if u like the story, please let me know what u think! The first chapter starts a little slow, but it will get on track very soon, so don't worry about that. Without further ado, here we go!

NOTE: As this story was released before Sombra's reveal, that means she won't be in the first few chapters. However, she will make appearances in the more recent chapters. Thanks for taking notice.

Once upon a time, a-

No. Let's not start that way, it sounds too cheesy. Anyway, if you are reading this, I think it's already too late, since me and the world are probably already #!%$. All this shit going on only because one organization decided to start over again. Overwatch. Well, now that I think of it…

You can hear me right?

Correction: READ.

Anyway, let's start this the normal way, shall we? Here we go!

My name is Chris. Only a few call me by my real name though. Let's just say I am way more known as ENIGMA. You know these hacker groups? Anonymous, RELOADED, CODEX, Hackweiser, name it all. All of these major hacking groups, usually have one thing in common: One of the members in the inner circle is always by the name ENIGMA. Do you know why? Because I am everywhere. Look, I know it sounds dumb, but it's true. I got social anxiety. I suck at everything that's related to real life social things. That's why I hack them.

Yes, that's MY way of communicating.

Actually, it is far more efficient. You get to know what they like, who their friends are, what job they got, who their romantic interest is, who they are cheating with…. You name it! You know that many hackers that have a high profile like me usually get caught? Especially in this era?

I'm not.

Simply because I'm good. No one ever found me out. Always a step ahead of everything that tries to stop me. Which is why I am called ENIGMA. Because I am the reincarnation of a puzzle myself. I usually hack criminals and expose their crimes to the police, call me a vigilante if you like. Just let me tell you one thing:

I'm no crusader of justice. That's what normal people call it.

I HATE normal people. Those idiots who go to school, bury themselves in debt, find a meagre job, eat, work, sleep repeat…. But for what really?

Idiots.

Not that I can blame them though. Our society is built on them. The lower branches carrying the top brass, it's always how it has been. Which is exactly why it's wrong. In nearly all animal groups, there is always one leader, the strongest that doesn't do anything. The others give him food, entertain him, do everything for him. Now that's what power looks like!

Power.

Power does not belong to those who work hard. It does not belong to those who are smart.

It belongs to those who are willing to take it. By any means necessary.

Am I an anarchist to believe this? No. They are idiots too, to believe you can make the world a better place by destroying everything? Foolish. Do basic math and you can easily figure out that by destroying everything you also need to destroy humanity, their culture, religion.

All of which, is impossible to remove from our minds.

Am I an activist? No. They too are foolish. Like those who are saying every human is equal?

Ha! Don't let me laugh! You and I both know that that isn't true. One is smarter than the other, one is stronger than the other. All which means one's worth is more. Don't try to deny it with ''But everyone has something they are good at.'' Yeah, but some are still better than you in it. How do you oppose that? And this is just an example of one of many.

Anyway, I think you have a clear picture of me now.

You know there has been a museum heist of Talon? They tried to steal 'Doomfist's' Gauntlet. Well, the camera footage is all over the internet and it seemed they got their ass handed to them. I must say it was interesting to see Talon agents fight against presumably ex-Overwatch agents. I guess this means that Overwatch is recalled? Well, what really grabbed my attention was Talon though. 'Doomfist's' Gauntlet, such an ancient relic, what would you want with it?

I think they are worth hacking to find out why they are doing what they do.

Just too bad that they are a ghost.

But too bad for them, no one is safe for me…. At least, that's what I thought, anyway. This is my story.

The story of the world's greatest hacker falling in &* ?#!

The sound of distant chatter flowed into his ears like water, slowly driving him insane as people moved around the waiting room, leaving behind a barrage of footsteps. I silently observed a little boy that was sitting next to his mother. The only thing that interested me was that he was playing with a rubix cube. No, he was doing it all wrong! His movements were sloppy, there was no strategy in which order he moved it. Long story short: he sucked. I would go there, and help him, if it wasn't for my social anxiety. But my train of thought was interrupted when a blond little girl walked toward him and stopped in front of him, staring into his face through her large innocent blue eyes. Sending a chill through his spine.

''You look pale, mister,'' she said innocently.

I blinked a few times, hoping she would disappear. She did not. I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

''Molly! Get back here!'' whispered a middle aged woman as she carried her back.

I sighed. Relief was the only thing that could explain this current feeling.

''Mr. Kira?''

I slowly raised my head toward the familiar voice calling out my name. Before me stood a slim woman, a few years older than me. She had tanned skin, and had her strawberry red hear tied into a bun. Her beautiful green almond shaped eyes looking at me through her thick glasses.

Rachel.

The only person on the world I saw as an ally. Perhaps even someone I could trust. As a hacker, mistrusting each other is a common habit, especially after everything I've been through…

''If you would follow me, please.''

I slowly stood up from the uncomfortable plastic and followed her through the messy hallway, they entered her office, which was a much more pleasant sight. Not only because it was much more clean, it was quiet. The only sound next to the sound of a keyboard that I liked. The strong smell of coffee touched my nostrils as I moved my way toward my usual place, the green elegant couch. As he fell onto the soft couch, Rachel made her way toward the office chair across . She looked me in the face.

''I told you not to call me 'Mr. Kira' anymore,'' I mumbled as I returned the stare. A small smile appeared on her face as she reached out for a paper sheet on her desk.

''So, it has been 10 sessions since we first met. At least you are able to sit calmly now and listen without constantly shifting into other positions. So, I'd like to ask you about-''

'This is Rachel. A 29 year old woman, 2 years older than me. Single. Psychologist. Studied from Havard University. Lonely, just like me. Password was simple to crack, name of her dog 'Flipper' and her car's license plate reversed. Even though she has a boyfriend, he constantly cheats on her, and she knows it but just doesn't have to courage to confront him about it. Oh, and she also seems to like po-'

''Chris.''

I looked up.

''Do I need to repeat the question?''

I stared at her for a brief moment before I reached the conclusion that I wasn't paying attention. ''Uh, yes please.''

Rachel let out a slight sight before sitting up straight again.

''The first time we met, you told me your biggest problem was society. But you never told me why. Can you now?''

I looked at her, puzzled. I mean, isn't it obvious? Do I even need to explain? After I realized she was serious about the question, I took a deep breath, and shifted to a more comfortable position on the couch.

''How am I supposed to know? I mean everyone loves America, even though they always start fights and say it's their enemy's fault and people still say they hate warmongering countries but they just forget about the U.S.A somehow. Take the Omnics for example, humans mistreated them, bullied them, they come in a revolution, revolution stops, people continue mistreating them. Our society is filled with stupidity and ignorance, I don't even think it's worth saving anymore. Governments saying they can save everyone, make everyone happy, while they know better than anyone else that it's impossible to please everyone. Celebrities talking about dreams and hope, they say that hard work will solve what they find wrong. While hard work betray none, dreams betray many. Working hard in itself doesn't assure you that you'll achieve your dreams. Actually, there are more cases where you don't. And even if you do achieve something, the change is so small, it won't change anything. It's like society has reached its peak and can't change for the better anymore. Our society is rigged to reward base, short sighted, stupid and unproductive people more than intelligent productive people. In fact very productive people are punished for their excellence. Purely, because people fear change, and at the same time they talk about it. Society just doesn't-''

''Chris, you're not saying anything.''

I looked up, seeing a confused Rachel staring at me. I sat up straight and looked back. The room was silent for a while. Of course I wasn't saying anything. How much I would like to say this all, I just can't. It's like my brain has an automatic system that stops me from saying it.

''Look, I understand you're having trouble making social interactions with people, and that's alright, but you need to have faith in yourself if you want to-''

'Faith? Bullshit. Faith is usually the thing that ultimately drags the person to their grave.'

''But, you are still taking your meds, right?''

''Yeah, I am.''

A brief moment of silence followed. Then she stood up and so did I. She opened the door for me and as I walked through the door, she told me one last thing.

''Be careful.''

I looked into her beautiful green eyes before leaving her behind in the corridor.

As I walked down the narrow streets, I noticed a large commotion before me. As I slowly moved into the crowd of people, I noticed a crime scene tape blocking the crowd from advancing any further. I overheard a few conversations about a raid of a Talon hideout. Upon seeing heavily armed enforcers on the scene, I realized it could indeed be true. As I moved closer to the scene, I noticed a smartphone lying just across the crime scene in front of me. If I were to grab it, I had to duck and reach out, which would attract unwanted attention. Suddenly, a few gunshots were fired. I turned my head toward the noise, and saw the enforcers firing their guns close to a few Omnics that were carrying signs with 'Talon is our friend' or 'All should obey Talon!' Silly nonsense, if you ask me. But, this was an ideal situation, as I double checked the area and it seemed everyone was focused on the group of troublemakers. I quickly ducked and reached to the phone with my right hand, as I was barely able to get the phone, I quickly stood up and checked if anyone saw it. After waiting a few seconds and no response on my actions could be heard, I moved out of the crowd, and disappeared into one of the alleyways before inspecting the phone.

It was a rather simple smartphone with basic apps, but hard to track the location off the phone, making it ideal for Talon. It was a slim device, with a dark tinted color on the back. The front was only made up of glass for the screen. I turned the device on, and it required a 4 digit code in order to get access. I reached for my own phone, that was in my pocket and held it in my free hand. As I selected the program 'Bluesniff'. As most modern phones automatically had Bluetooth on, I would be able get into the other phone's inner CMD prompt. After a brief moment of loading, I got into the CMD prompt, and pressed a few commands.

Bluesniff –d hcil

Bluesniff –d hcil –s

Bluesniff –d hcil –f 7

Bluesniff –d hcil dir

Hci config hc0 up

Hci config unlock –p

That's it. The lock was gone and I was in! I selected the file explorer and expected to see a whole list of classified stuff about Talon.

But I only found one.

As I gulped and opened the file, and only 6 letters appeared.

We know.

'Shit.''

I was stupid to think this would be so easy. Cause little did I realize, that there was a sniper rifle pointed at me from the roof.

Oh man. I was in trouble now.

A/N: Hey guys, this will be the first chapter, please let me know what u guys think! I will see you in the next chapter!

PS: I genuinely did some research on hacking tools to write this chapter :P ofc, the commands were a bit different, but, well, it wouldn't matter that much. See you in the next chapter!