Overwatch Headquarters Novels & Stories

"Now you're talking." I glanced at Michael. "Where is their headquarters?" "We've tracked them to a warehouse along the docks. Not the only place they haunt, but that's where their people have been gathering the most." A slow smile curved the edge of my lip. "Good. That's where we start." I stood up from behind my desk, shoving back in my chair as the decision was made. The room followed me, my men falling into ranks. But one individual still needed to be informed.

They were above all and below only the Sovereign. They had just been briefed by Emin that the Sovereign Legacy Inheritor had appeared and was coming over to the Headquarters. They had prepared a large feast and we're eagerly awaiting Alexander's arrival. ---District 5,Aurora City--- Time passed by swiftly and soon,Alexander arrived at the headquarters. Calling the Headquarter's gate big was a wrong way of description. Merely looking at the gigantic gate and massive walls surrounding the Headquarters,he was feeling pressured and excited. Even the United States white house fell in comparison with this Aurora Island Headquarters.

Quincy, meanwhile, was the person in charge. Located in the central region of the most prosperous parts of the Capital, New Era Commerce was surrounded by skyscrapers on all sides. Many MNCs established their headquarters here. New Era Commerce’s headquarters was a building eighty stories tall. As it was only recently established, there was not much to do. Now, their current priority was to investigate businesses and win them over, making them another member of New Era. Upon his arrival, James was immediately recognized by the security guards. They greeted him respectfully, “W-Welcome, Emperor.”

We’ll set up an army base for them to defend the natural moat. "As for my second order, I want Wyvern Peak to retreat back into our borders. From now on, Wyvern Peak will be set up within our territory, with a Battle Warrior Department in every city, all the way to the smallest counties. Novemton shall be its headquarters with three parts—inner, outer, and city. These three shall work together to take care of our territories.

"Commander Carroll, something big is happening. Tens of thousands of furious soccer fans have surrounded Drakeverse Building and are clamoring about smashing up Arctic Snow Group's office. Things are now completely out of control. Please send reinforcements immediately!" Chester sounded extremely anxious on the phone, but Roderick frowned and said, "Commander Zinn, you seem to have forgotten something. The Draepolis Supreme Commander Headquarters are the garrison troops in charge of defending the capital. Our only duty is to fight against the enemy, not—" Before Roderick could finish, a thought flashed through Easton's mind. He grabbed Roderick's phone suddenly and said in shock, "Dad! Wait!

I had built a fortress to keep my father's world out, and Rose had been the one to tear the walls down. I met Rose’s eyes. For a second, neither of us looked away. Jonas continued. “I know where the real Helixis headquarters is. Not the hospital or the charity front. It's the place where the real decisions are made. The place where the men who run everything meet.” Rose inhaled sharply. “Where?” Jonas pointed to the map. A single red circle, darker and more jagged than the others, sat near the top of the chart. It looked like a stain.

The elevators opened to a very beautiful office with very similar interior style as the lobby, only the brights limes and striking silvers were replaced with dark mahogany, black and dark brown cow-hide leather accent and office chairs, a white linen sofa perched on top of a pedestal off to the left near an obscure door and large wall to ceiling windows that overlooked the entire city. I sat down in the chair opposite an empty desk white waiting for the Liam to arrive. It was eerily quiet in here, everything all stuffy and neatly packed. Even his desk was well organised with piles of documents to one side and ready and organised documents, I assumed, in a black wire basket on the other. “To

He was in. 11:45 p.m. – Jersey safehouse approach The warehouse squatted on the Hudson’s edge, a rusted relic of Lang’s old shipping empire. Moonlight glinted off broken windows, and the air smelled of salt and decay. We moved in formation: Elena, Marco, me, and Lila’s six-man team, all ex-Special Forces, armed to the teeth. Marco’s drones hummed overhead, silent shadows feeding live thermal to our earpieces. “Ten heat signatures,” Marco whispered through comms. “Main floor, armed. One in the office, Victor.”

The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso. I stand next to Dominik, my arms crossed over my cashmere sweater, watching the digital map of New York City on the main screen, where red dots are blinking. "Team Alpha is in position at the docks," Enzo’s voice crackles over the comms system. "Team Bravo has secured the warehouse in Queens." Dominik leans forward, placing his hands on the glowing table. He looks like a general. He looks like a god of war deciding which civilization to erase. "Wait for my signal," he commands. "We hit them all at once. I want the Armando infrastructure wiped out, not just bru

"Alright then. While we await news from Noah, let's take a short break. Tomorrow night, we'll depart directly to the attack point." In a different location, Noah, accompanied by a few Witch Hunter personnel, finally arrived at Vauxhall Cross, which served as the MI6 Headquarters. After showing his identification, he was escorted to the commissioner's office. There, he was greeted by the deputy head of the Agency. "Noah, you've finally made it to the headquarters," the leader greeted. "Where are the other team members? Are they safe?" Noah shook his head. Instead of immediately answering the questions posed by the man in front of him, he retrieved a locket from his jacket pocket and handed it