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"Disappearance?" Miranda asked the two people standing at the podium. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean," Doctor Rufus Weller said. "Is that we have reason to believe Lieutenant Julian Chase might not be so dead after all."

Everybody's jaw hit the ground in shock.

"What?!"

"How is that possible?"

"We saw the crash!"

Marin sighed as the crowd began to murmur. She looked at Weller. "Doctor, if you please."

"Yes, perhaps I'd better," He stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat. "Hello, everyone. If, um -"

Everyone just ignored him and continued to murmur.

"Okay, if we can compose ourselves. I can explain!" He tried to no avail to get the crowds attention. "If we could simply, uh…"

He looked at Marin's robot assistant, Abel. He stepped forward and placed his fingers on his mouth. A high pitched whistle that made everyone clutch their heads to cover the ears. Everything became silent enough for Weller to begin.

"Yes, there you go. Deep breaths. Count backward from 10, all right?" He said as if to ease them. "Some of you may recognize me. I'm Doctor Weller of the Polity's Experimental Science Unit, the ESU. And what we're about to discuss is…" He stopped and turned to the Colonel. "What phrase do you use here? Eyes only? Top secret?"

She stepped forward.

"Breathe a word of this and I will kill you myself," Her words are like a knife, making everybody flinch.

"Well, I was going to talk about what the Union would do to you," He chuckled. "But clearly, your colonel is the bigger threat. Holding for laugh."

Nobody laughed at his attempted humor.

"Nope? Well moving on to the matter at hand, as I said, Julian Chase may have survived the crash. Why? Because we have been keeping an eye on him for a special R&D program. Which I'll explain later. When we attempted to rescue him after the incident in New York, we discovered his body missing from the wreckage. As we all know, bodies don't just vanish into thin air. Ever since then, we have been investigating his whereabouts and we have evidence that points to a certain group we saw today."

"Overwatch," Leon said. "You said they might have something to do with Chase's disappearance. Could you elaborate?"

"Gladly," Weller pressed a few keys on the podium. On the screen behind him, a photo of a damaged smartphone. "This is the smartphone that belonged to Chase. We recovered it from the crash site, and we can confirm Chase's ties to Overwatch."

"Chase used to be in Overwatch?!" Migas asked. Everyone except for the people at the podium looked surprised at this.

"Yes," Weller nodded. "But we'll save that for later. Just before Chase engaged the Behemoth, he received a message from this guy that our friend Leon met."

The image of the phone is replaced with a video file of the Gorilla that appeared in Operation Coyote. Behind him, the room is dark and lit only by the computer screens as he held up a stack of paper. His profile appeared next to it, along with a brunette woman.

"Everyone, meet Winston. A genetically engineered gorilla from the Horizon lunar colony. Yes, he's a space ape, so please no joke regarding that, please. He served as one of Overwatch's top scientists before it disbanded. It wasn't until he released this message to all former agents that he got out of seclusion. Like this young lady here." He gestured to the second profile. "Lena Oxton, callsign Tracer. A test pilot for an experimental teleporting jet that unfortunately went sideways. The accident gave her "chronal dissociation", meaning that without the Chronal accelerator she wears, she will become a ghost for the rest of her life. It's also the reason behind her teleportation abilities,you can look up the details later. For now, let's watch a video."

Weller played the video.

Meanwhile, a few minutes ago…

A Razor approached the landing site of the Anvil. The pilot is a fair-skinned brunette with blue eyes. He wore the standard uniform of the Vanguard soldiers minus the helmet.

His intercom came to life.

[Delta 1-1, this is Anvil ops. State your business.]

"Anvil ops, this is Delta 1-1," He spoke. "We are the prisoner transport from Operation Wolfpack. Code Uncle, Sugar, Oliver, Eight, Zero, Zero. Please confirm, over."

[Confirming…] Ops went silent for a moment before responding. [Confirmed. You have permission to land. Be advised that a squad will be waiting to escort the prisoners to their cells for interrogation.]

"Will do, Delta out."

The pilot cut the communications and flew the Razor towards the landing site. He could see his destination clear with the guard squad waiting for them. Landing the Razor, he exited the cockpit and into the interior. Sitting with handcuffs chained to the ground are two men with prison jumpsuits. Over their heads are burlap sacks, preventing them from seeing.

The door of the Razor opens and the pilot proceeded to lead them out of the ship. Below, the squad stood at attention, aiming their weapons at the prisoners. One of them approached him with a device that flashed on his face. The squad leader approached him with his hands behind his back.

"We'll take it over from here Delta," He gestured to the squad. "Secure their belongings and take them to the prisoner bay. Keep your weapons trained on them."

"Yes, sir!" They moved forward and began leading them through the hangar. Two of them each carried a case. One had difficulty with a katana and a wakizashi. The leader turned to the pilot. "What's with the bags?"

"My commanding officer said that it's a necessary precaution," The pilot explained with a sigh as if he is tired of his paranoia. "With the Union expanding, he wasn't taking any chances. This way, even if the prisoners escaped, they would be lost without any direction."

"Fair enough," The leader nodded. Then he gazed into the interior of the razor and narrowed his eyes. "You don't seem to have a guard on you."

"Oh him," He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "You won't believe how much I told him to stay in the back with the prisoners. Could you please discipline him, sir?"

"I'll see what I can do," The Leader walked into the Razor and made a beeline for the cockpit. "Soldier, I hope you have a good explanation as to why -"

He stopped when he didn't see anyone else in the cockpit. Before his mind could register anything, he suddenly felt a prick onto his skin. Looking back, he saw the pilot with his fingers protruding syringe needles. It was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

Chase sighed in relief as he reverted back to his old self.

"Need to work on that for a little," He said. "Almost blew the operation. When all of this is over, I'll need to ask him to think the plan through next time."

Through his eyes, he contacted Athena.

"Athena you there?"

[As always, Chaser. It won't take long until the Vanguard figure out that you aren't Delta. It will take some time for me to make sure that doesn't happen. In the meantime, head for the objective. I'll cover your approach.]

"Roger that. Chaser out."

He transformed into his mist form and flew out of the Razor. Being careful to stay out of the sun to avoid reflecting his swarm, he stealthily entered the hangar. Reforming behind a pile of crates, he glanced at the big containers that lined up along the sides.

"That must be the secret project that Winston was talking about," He chuckled under his breath. "He would be ecstatic right about now for the dawn of a new age. I'll try to take pictures while I'm here. Specifically Dr. Weller"

He ducked when a patrol passed by. As soon as they're gone, he looked up at the ceiling and saw his entry point: the ventilation duct. Entering his swarm form again, he flew along the wall and ceiling to avoid being detected by human eyes.

He reached the ventilation duct and entered it with ease. Instead of reforming, he sent the swarms into different directions throughout the base. One swarm would go to the RSVP and regroup with his team and free them.

The other one is out for a personal errand.

[But look around! We have to do something! We can make a difference again. The world needs us now, more than ever! Are you with me?]

Weller paused the video and brought up footage from a camera inside Chase's interceptor. The Vanguard watched him as he listened to Winston's message. Miranda saw him looked forlorn when he mentioned Overwatch's fall.

She watched him grab a photo she never knew he had. His face grew a smile as he gazed at it, likely remembering fond memories of his former teammates. Then it became hardened spoke with determination.

[Yes, Winston. I'm with you man.]

Weller paused the video.

"I think we know what happened next. Chase proceeds to go against orders and engages the Behemoth. Thanks to him, your forces have enough time to evacuate."

Miranda remembered when Chase contacted her. She remembered his death after he detonated the ESD device.

"However, it's this part that gets interesting."

She returned her attention to the screen. The doctor pulled up another video file, this one came from a CCTV camera. It overlooked a construction site, with a lack of workers. Before she could ask, an interceptor crashed onto the scene. Smoke began to rise as it caught fire. Then it zoomed in on the damaged cockpit, showing the silhouette of an unmoving Chase.

"Wait for it…" Weller said.

The camera zoomed out and two individuals approached the scene.

One is a blonde woman wearing a white and orange armor giving her the appearance of a Valkyrie. On her back are ivory wings with orange energy feathers, completing her look. In her hands, she held a staff.

The other is a male who had the appearance of a cyber ninja. He wore a gray bodysuit and a metal mask covered his face with a green visor. On his back are two japanese style swords, one longer than the other.

They approached the crash site. The ninja drew out his katana and slashed at the cockpit, its edge glowing green. When he put it back into its sheath, the cockpit completely turned to dust.

Miranda gave a small gasp at the state he is in. His helmet is cracked, exposing a bleeding side. On his chest are gashes with bits of metal embedded into him. What's even worse is that his left arm is completely burned to a crisp. The same can be said for his legs

The Ninja proceeded to leap into the cockpit and pick Chase up in a fireman's carry. He jumped back, ran from the wreckage and laid him down. The Valkyrie didn't hesitate to aim her staff's tip at him. A beam of light erupted from it and engulfed Chase's prone body. Miranda watched with fascination as the beam began healing his injuries. His burnt arm became as good as new with his legs. The metal shards were pushed out as his chest became restored.

Suddenly, a squad of union troops came running towards them. The Ninja gestured to the Valkyrie to Chase and she nodded. She levitated off the ground, picked up his body, and flew away from the scene.

The Ninja watched her go, before drawing back his hand. It slit open in three ways and shurikens emerged in his grasp. He threw them at a union soldier in quick succession. They planted themselves into his helmet. The Ninja proceeded to draw his short sword and charged at the squad.

Weller paused the video there.

"As you can see, Chase is alive and well. We are currently searching for Chase's whereabouts. Primarily, Overwatch is our only lead and we're -"

Weller stopped talking and looked up towards something. He averted his gaze immediately and addressed Colonel Marin.

"I'm sorry Colonel, urgent business. Could you finish up here? Gotta go, see you."

He abruptly left the room with Caliban and a woman that Miranda had met as Yasamin Madrani. She wore a short coat over a yellow bodysuit.

Colonel Marin looked flabbergasted at his departure. She composed herself and stepped up to the podium

"As we said, Overwatch has information on Lieutenant Chase's whereabouts," She spoke. "I will be forwarding a list of files on former Overwatch agents, including his. Keep in mind, if you see any of them, don't do anything stupid."

Chase's swarm left the area as fast as he could in the ventilation shaft. He listened to the conversation about his whereabouts and his connections to Overwatch. But that wasn't the personal errand.

It's Miranda he was interested in.

He could tell it from her face. She was hurt that he could be alive and he left out his Overwatch history. But it was necessary because of the repercussions on agents like him.

He wanted to go talk to her, but there are bigger problems at the moment.

Dr. Weller was speaking before he looked to the duct he was hiding in. Chase completely froze. The Doctor seemed to stare at him for a moment before leaving the room. As soon as he left, so did Chase.

Could he have seen me?

He didn't have time to ponder that as his other swarm reported to his hivemind. Images of a fight between the Vanguard and teammates flashed into his mind. The location appeared in his mind and the swarm guided him like a compass.

Several minutes later, he emerged out of the duct and into a hallway. The soldiers lay scattered on the ground with his teammates standing over them. Their handcuffs are eaten by the swarm that Chase sent to look for them. One removed the burlap sack on his head and revealed his scruffy beard and hair. His cybernetic arm waved at Chase in greeting as he reformed.

"You're late, Partner," he remarked.

"Personal business, McCree" Chase retorted. "Just like you before we managed to convince you to come back."

"Trust me, you needed Echo," He turned to their second companion, who had just finished putting his mask on. "You good Genji."

"Affirmative," Genji spoke in a reverbing voice. "Though we have a few minutes before they realize that we're here."

"Yep, let's get dressed and get these guys out of sight for a while." McCree picked up one of the guards in a fireman's carry. "If my intel is correct, the Union should be sending a spy here to steal the Vanguards latest weapon."

"It's likely one of the candidates for the Gen: Lock program," Chase said as he turned his arms into tentacles and lifted four at once. "I mean, that's the only way they could steal a holon without raising any alarms. They're arriving tomorrow."

"Good. Once we get him," Genji said as he tossed a guard into a cell. "We can get information on Talons plans."

Hope you enjoyed it.

Dracus6: Thanks for being the first person to post a review on this story, I've almost given up hope for this. Anyway, a berserk and akame ga kill crossover would be interesting. But I kinda don't like berserk, so we'll have to see.