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This HERO thing wasn't really his cup of tea, he'd have rather been on Blackwatch working on the undercover ops with folks like Gabriel and Jesse. Still, he had a place among Overwatch, and today was another chance to prove he was worth keeping around.

The slender boy marched forward pulling his hair back into one long braid as the twin flam throwers hooked into the fuel packs on his hips gave a rattle. His outfit onyx black latex with orange highlights where the flamer fuel pumped up his back and down his arms and into the flame throwers strapped on his gauntlets.

"Alright so we get the payload from here down to the factory but then what? I swear they never explain what happens once we escort the goods."

Done with his hair he aimed a clawed hand towards the sky squeezing causing a burst of flame to pop out before testing his other hand. "What's so important about this payload we can't get the regular security forces on it?"

Weapons testing cleared False looked back at Lure cocking his head slightly to the side shrugging. "Pay grade my a**, high tech stuff like this is what we're all about. I mean stopping Doomfist, the Omnicrisis.. We deal in that stuff all the time, even our gear is high end tech usually of our own designs. So why won't they let us know what the deal is with the cargo we move sometimes?" He shook his head one more time before letting out a sigh, "Yeah, after mission reports are a lot of work but it's that or have the whole world on our backs about 'what does over watch do' or 'whos watching the overwatch' and all that buzz."

He moved towards the door of their base, peeking out the shutters, the lack of movement outside didn't make him relax one bit.

[ Camilla Forester ]
[ Distence Traveled: 9/300 ]
[ Battle Style: A bit Genji like and a bit Reinhardt like. A flanker tank I guess. ]

Sitting directly on the payload was a girl, not much older then 15 it looked like. Her almost ginger brown hair sat pretty in short sausage ringlet curls, and her outfit was anything but stealthy. A mixture of east and west in the form of seafoam green bloomer shorts, and a sort of lavender purple and seafoam green Kimono Dress. However, instead of being a full dress, the skirt part at the bottom was missing. Elegant, seafoam heelless spat boots covered her feet and looked far to pretty to be on a mission like this. A single red faux rose was pinned to her obi and another pinned in her hair near her left ear. On her left side rested what looked like a ornate rapier sheath and under that sat a ornate looking main gauche.

They were't any ordinary rapier and gauche, however, as was evident by the glowing blade of the of the rapier the girl held and main gauche at her side, both of which seemed to fluctuate in between seafoam green and lavender purple at random intervals. On her right side was what looked like a box of some kind. Inside sat a full case of hard light shuriken. The box was a generator that could generate more once it was empty.

Camilla had been listening to the pare's conversation, but hadn't felt like chiming in yet. She was too busy making sure her sword and dagger were in good condition. Once the payload began moving, however, she was up on her feet looking around. Camilla didn't need the money, her family was more then well off enough. But, she was a hero at heart and joined Overwatch in hopes of making a difference! Sure, this job looked a little shady, but if the top said it needed to be done, then it needed to be done. They were only looking out for other's right?

She'd had a mixture of martial arts training, shinobi training, and fencing training. She'd always admired the infamous cyborg Genji, which is why she learned the ways of the shinobi; and yet, she also admired the noble Reinhardt. However, she wasn't one to wear heavy armor and carry a shield so she went for martial arts and fencing instead. A tanky flanker that was her niche. She could block attacks with her weapons, pepper the enemy with her shuriken, and even stun people with a few well placed hits! Camilla's Ultimate also involved a curious bit of hardlight tech she'd... Ninja'd away from a certain corrupt corp. Hey, hero's don't always have to be these perfect squeaky clean people!

"You lot stay with the payload, I'm going to go scout ahead." she chirps with the slightest bit of a accent; ah it felt good to be back home in London! With a playful smile, she salutes them with her sword and takes off into the many twisting and turning back ally's! She had her com and could warn them if anything was coming.

Distance: 18/100

Lure laughed at the thought- making a name for themselves was beyond what they personally saw in their future. They were in for it for a few reasons. One being income, the second being a better job than some paperwork filled Research and development team that would have to submit finding and go through hoops just to get funded and finally? It did okay, they'd admit, were technically doing good in an otherwise cruel world.

Still, False had a fair point. There was nothing to say they were not setting up a second coming of a swiss head quarters style fiasco. "I think its just a faith we have to have in a sense. Not to mention that pesky Petras act. Once top brass gets enough wind in the sails I suspect we'll come out and pull something grand. But until then we're stuck doing jobs like this. Pushing payloads and trying to not step in the mud of bureaucracy."

Their time to mull over the state of affairs within overwatch came to abrupt end as the payload lurched forward, and Lure was forced to act. Following suit, their mask was pulled over their face as they did a final quick stock check before heading out, voice augmented over the intercom.

[If we get this done smoothly, I'll buy us all a pint at the Winchester and we can wait for the whole anti-omnics thing to blow over.] The Shaun of the Dead reference was not lost on them.

[ Camilla Forester ]
[ Distence Traveled: 19/100 ]
[ Battle Style: A bit Genji like and a bit Reinhardt like with some Tracer here and there.. A flanker tank I guess. ]
[ Omnics Remaining: 1/3 ]

It was a little odd that their attackers were Omnics... Weren't they making bids for peace? Considering how cruelly most people treated them, it wasn't that surprising though. Even though Camilla felt bad for having to destroy them, she also wasn't about to give up her life or this payload!

With surprisingly precise aim, she throws the three shuriken in her hand into key points on two of the Omnics! They let out a disappointed electrical cry as they fall and seeing this, the other one Omnic aim it's guns right at her! She had little time to raise her gauche before it fired and only managed to keep the bullets from hitting anything vital! "A-ack!" she yelps as she gets hit soundly in the thy and shoulder! Mercifully, they were simply through and through... It till hurt though...

Distance: ******** up



Lure Laughed, the voice augmentation on their mask making it come out a slightly distorted crackle.
[False cruelty.] They played on the agent's name, gripping their gas gun in hand. [You know that I'm the best person on this mission.]

Turning back to the payload, the front cleared up-
[I'm also terribly unlucky, have I mentioned that?]


Three omnics had gotten around them- flanking them before coming up the back route.
[Watch the back! Three hostiles, hot on the docket. Going to hit from our right.]

[ Camilla Forester ]
[ Distence Traveled: 19(18?)/100 ]
[ Battle Style: A bit Genji like and a bit Reinhardt like with some Tracer here and there.. A flanker tank I guess. ]

With a sigh, Camilla hops back onto the Payload and steadies herself. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as if the payload was destined to travel far... Soon, another group of Omnics surge forwards preventing them from moving! "Aw, come on!" she whines slightly as she reaches into her case again for more Shuriken.