A black cargo plane flew through the cloudy night. Inside, three Talon agents sat in the cargo hold, squatting behind a couple of crates.
“We do this by the book,” the black-cloaked member said to the others. “We get what we need and we get out. Simple.”
“Relajate, Gabriel,” the purple clad member replied. “This is a piece of cake.”
The third member stayed quiet with her goggles on, allowing her to see heat signatures throughout the ship. It seemed no one was in the cargo hold with them and she relayed the information to her team with a simple hand motion. Gabriel, more commonly know to the world as Reaper, stood up and started making his way through the hold, the other two agents behind him. They slowly progressed between other crates and boxes, not wanting to make a sound and alert the crew of their presence.
“So, Widowmaker,” the purple clad female said. “Do you have any idea what exactly we are here for? Apparently Gabriel knows, but isn’t willing to share.”
“That’s need to know information, Sombra,” Reaper replied for Widowmaker, a bit annoyed. “Doomfist wanted this item so, we’re gonna get it.”
Eventually they made it to the other end of the cargo hold. The three agents stopped in front of a state of the art electronic safe. It was supposed to be uncrackable. Sombra stepped up to it and examed the safe. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she began hacking into the safe’s computer system. It only took Sombra a matter of seconds to unlock the safe. The safe door slowly swung open to reveal the safe was empty.
Sombra stood up and looked at Reaper, visibly annoyed. “What gives?”
Before Reaper could say anything, the lights turned on in the cargo hold. Pulling out their guns, the Talon agents looked around. Standing at the entrance of the cargo hold were three Overwatch agents: Soldier 76, Ana Amari, and Winston.
“It’s over for you three,” Soldier 76 said, aiming his rifle at the agents. “There’s nowhere for you to go.”
There was a stare down between the two sides of agents before all hell broke loose. Dark energy began swirling around Reaper as Sombra and Widowmaker started retreating towards the back of the plane. Reaper began spinning around, rapidly firing his shotguns in every direction. Soldier, Ana and Winston dove inside the cargo hold behind some crates as bullets flew. After finishing his diversion attack, Reaper dissolved into a dark mist and followed Sombra and Widowmaker. The Overwatch agents jumped over the crates they were hiding behind and gave chase through the hold.
“Sombra! The door!” Reaper shouted. As Sombra was running, she ran her hand along the wall, purple lines glowing on the wall as she hacked the plane’s system. Bullets flew from behind the Talon Agents as they neared the back of the plane. An alarm rang out as the cargo bay door began opening, a blast of wind rushing into the plane. Clouds rushed by outside and up from underneath the clouds appeared a sleek black jet with a red T on it. Sombra and Widowmaker jumped out of the plane and landed on the jet, quickly retreating inside.
As Reaper was about to jump, the plane pitched forward, causing him to fall backwards and the Talon jet to bank away to avoid a collision. The Overwatch Agents were knocked around to but were quickly closing in on Reaper. Not having time to wait for the jet to come back, Reaper jumped out of the rear of the plane. Wind whistled past Reaper as he free fell through the sky. As he was breaking through the clouds, a rift started formin bellow him. The rift eventually expanded into what seemed like tear in the fabric of space and time. Without anyway to stop his free fall, Reaper fell into the rift.
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“Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path,” Ozpin said to the students in front of him. “Or you will die.”
The students glanced at each, a bit worried. Drake, however, looked eager and ready to show his skills. Ozpin’s assistant, Glynda Goodwitch, pressed a button on her tablet activating the launch pads the students were standing on. The first part of the test was to think on your feet, or in the case on the fly, and come up with their own landing strategy. Drake was the last student to be sent flying off, seeing the others in front of him. He pulled out his two swords and readied them. The plan was to latch onto a tree branch and swing around it, flinging himself straight up so he would have a nice straight down landing back on the branch. Plus having his weapons out was a good idea in any Grimm showed up.
That was the plan. The giant blue rift appearing in the sky in front of Drake was not a part of his landing strategy. Flying through the air with no control or a semblance to help him out of this situation, Drake vanished from Remnant and into the blue rift.