This story details the adventure of the 9 TF2 Mercenaries as they travel to the future and the events that occur then.

Chapter 1: Arrival of the Mercs. This chapter focuses entirely on the TF2 Mercenaries and their inital encounter with the world of Overwatch.

The 9 RED Mercenaries (plus Ms. Pauling) were in full sprint escaping the TFC mercs, since they are attempting to kill them. Not knowing where to run, they decided to go the coordinates the Administrator commanded them to. Upon arriving there, they discovered that it lead to the inside of a facility which contained some strange machine.

"Looks like a time machine to me." said the Engineer.

"What? Why would she lead us to one?"-Ms. Pauling.

"Don't know miss, but if I had to guess-"

"It is because she wants us to defeat the Terminator!" screamed the Soldier. "We were fighting the robots this whole time, and now it is time to defeat their leader!"

Suddenly the PA system boomed. The familiar voice of the Administrator filled the air.

"My dear 9 mercenaries and my assistant Ms. Pauling. I have ordered you to arrive here so that, together, we could travel far into the future and establish our empire then. Unfortunately, two things have interfered with this plan."

"Is it my charming looks and my Tom Jones memorabilia?" Scout whispered to Spy, who elbowed him.

"The first is that insipid 'scientist' known as Sniper's father. He used up the majority of the stored Australium. In case you didn't know, the time machine uses it as fuel, for one use. The second is that I have gotten cornered by the mercs Gray has sent to kill you. So I am telling you to go."

"No! Please don't make me leave you ma'am!" cried Ms. Pauling.

"I wasn't going to. Ms. Pauling, you stay behind and disappear. Blend into the populace. Take the Australium sitting in the box to your right. Use it to power the life extension machine beside it. There is enough fuel for 200 years. Congratulations, Ms. Pauling, you have earned yourself a vacation."

In tears, Ms. Pauling slowly complied. She had the engineer install the machine while the Administrator continued.

"As for the mercs, you shall use the machine and go as far forward as it will allow. When you arrive, find Ms. Pauling, and together, take over whichever companies you need and come back for me. This is the last you will hear of me for one hundred and some years." The PA system deactivated.

As Ms. Pauling left the building, the mercs stood on the pad and activated the machine."

"Wait! What about my Tom Jones memo-"

The mercs simultaneously opened their eyes to find themselves standing in a wasteland. What they assumed was the building they were in was completely demolished and pieces of scrap were everywhere.

"-rabilia?"

"What about it Scout? Tom Jones is still alive. We talked about this days ago." replied the Spy angrily.

"No, we talked about it a hundred and some years ago. Plus a few days."

The spy's eyes slightly widened. In this future, the memorabilia would actually be worth a lot, even if Tom Jones was still alive.

"Do not worry, Scout. I dropped off my vehicle at the bank, and the rest of your memorabilia should be in the bank you left it in. We can use that to boost our progress."

"What progress?" said an unfamiliar voice.

The mercs found themselves facing a gang of badly dressed survivors, wearing metal and with bad wounds.

"Who the hell are these Mad Max ripoffs?" yelled the Scout.

"Oi! Mate, I'll have you know that I am the Mad Max himself, leader of the Junkers!" He spread his arms as his companions screamed patriotically. "And you're a little weasel in your clean red shir- oh my god! Is that what I think it is?" he gaped at the scrumpy bottle Demoman was already chugging.

Max jumped off the roof of his car onto the hood to get a closer look. "It is! It's 100-year old Scottish Scrumpy! Tell you what. We'll buy it off you, give you some nice new weapons. Yours look clean but they're old models. I want to be honest about this; I took a Merchant's oath before the explosion, and I'm not going to break it now."

Medic seemed impressed. "Wunderbar. Ja, zis vill be a good trade for us. Vhat about a vehicle? Ve could use-"

"Never!" The soldier suddenly screamed. "We will not allow this communist Australian to take away all of our booze! Demo! Drink all of the scrumpy before they can get their hands on it."

"Aye!"

"Everyone else, ATTACK!"

Soldier promptly launched a rocket at Max, who dodged it and jumped into his car. The cars began to circle the mercs as their weapons turned to face them. Scout, however, was already inside Max's car, beating the driver with his bat. The Sniper took out the gunner of the rightmost car as the Spy cloaked. Heavy began firing as Medic stuck to him. Engineer took off his glove and a shotgun and charged the nearest car on their left. Pyro shot a flare at a car making a wide loop, setting the tire on fire, which blew.

The farthest left car, now stuck with a flat tire, had it's crew all go out and shoot at Heavy, whether it was with a mounted gun or assorted rifles, shotguns, and pistols. In response to this force, Medic Übered the Heavy, who mowed the car down. The Soldier had already launched himself to the center car, killing Max with a shovel as Scout shot everyone else inside. After reloading, the Sniper killed a driver, which resulted in the car crashing into another one. Spy walked out of another car with his knife bloody and the cabin smoky.

The battlefield was left with all but 1 car totaled and the Junkers dead. As they approached that 1 car, it blew up.

"How's that... eughh.. feel you wine-loving Max-man.." slurred the Demoman with his grenade launcher in hand, as he passed out.

"Nice one, mate." whispered Sniper. "Now we don't have a ride."

"Hummada. Mmmph!" muttered the Pyro as he/she pointed at the car with the flat tire.

"Reckon all it needs is a tire replacement. Although we will have to find or make one.", the Engineer mused. "Let's find ourselves a tire!"

"Will this car fit all of us?" asked the Heavy.

"Yes it will, my friend." replied the Spy. "Assuming we remove the bodies."

"Alright, mates. Let's go find ourselves some civilization!" rooted the Sniper. The mercs all cheered as they began to search for a tire.