Overwatch Headquarters Novels & Stories

I asked. He waved a white envelope in the air. "This came into HQ today." "HQ?" I repeated. Joe's eyebrows cocked as a serious look appeared on his face. "Weird, huh?" I rushed forward and yanked the letter from Joe's hands. HQ was short for headquarters; our base or hideout, as we liked to call it. It was located in the abandoned basement of a former Chinese restaurant in Brooklyn. Most of the time, we gathered there to talk about top-secret mafia business.

The entire energy in the room shifted. Reid paused, focusing on the message. “The glitch before the message,” he muttered. “It’s telling us something.” Austin leaned closer, scribbling notes on paper. His eyes flicked between the screen and his notes before realization hit. “It’s blueprints,” he said, voice tense. “Of Atlas Holdings’ headquarters in Boston.” “Fuck,” Killian muttered, running a hand over his jaw. Drew’s smirk vanished. “Well… that’s a problem.” Logan braced his hands on the table. “That base is supposed to be secure.”

" I hang up the phone, what the fuck was that night, first someone follows me and now they've set fire to my headquarters and, oh , I need to know how that place caught fire, and why the fuck were those useless people inside the building, they sure were smoking, and fucked up, bunch of donkeys, now they're all in hell. At least I won't have to pay a bunch of imbeciles who didn't even know about watching. The first step I'm going to take is to get rid of all the bloodsuckers that exist around me, I'm going to hire, myself, the men who will take care of the new headquarters, and one of my demands will be that none of them like drugs, that's the only way I will not be harmed and the place will

And she refused to lose to a copy of herself. The helicopter landed on the rooftop of Monroe Atelier’s interim Romanian headquarters, an unfinished building overlooking the city. Security personnel rushed forward, guiding Olivia inside with tight formation. Inside the executive war room, the lights were dim and the team was already on edge. Screens displayed satellite feeds of the valley, vital signs of her agents, and heat signatures from the underground collapse. Her chief of security, Novak, stood at the table. Broad shoulders, military posture, sharp thinking. “Report,” Olivia said.

Dad said assuredly. I wanted to be optimistic like him but I didn’t trust the council of Alphas. As the clock wound down we arrived at the headquarters. It was a secure environment located far from any town or Pack and locked up in a tall brick wall. Clover felt her mate near. He was frustrated. He didn’t even get his steak today. “Alright, we’ll go in but let me do the talking. Don’t tell the truth, got it?” Dad instructed. “Right,” Oliver replied.

"I don't want an announcement. No introductions, no prepared tours. I want to walk through the building the way any new employee would and see what I actually find." He studied me for a moment over the rim of his cup. "The security team will need to know." He said. "Fine. Security only. Nobody else." Another pause, then a slow nod. "I'll make one call." Hart Global Headquarters occupied the top eighteen floors of a glass tower in Midtown. I have been inside it twice as a child, both times accompanying my father, both times overwhelmed by the scale of it. Walking through the lobby this morning felt entirely different.

The same place where all of this began. Richard shook his head. You're not going. Ethan looked at him. Dad... No. Richard stepped closer. We've spent years trying to keep you away from that place. And now I need to know why. Richard looked at Elena. She nodded. Tell him. Richard sighed. Aurelia's original headquarters wasn't the building you destroyed. Then what was it? An underground facility beneath London. Ethan's eyes widened. How deep? Richard looked at him. Deep enough that no satellite can see it.

"You think Voss protects the people who work for him? You're a tool, Griggs. The moment you stop being useful, you vanish the same way Preston did." "Enough." Griggs's hand shot up, and both guards raised their weapons. "Last chance. Carter comes with us, or this gets ugly for every single person standing in this hallway." Marcus's grip tightened. Ryan felt the whole standoff teetering on a razor's edge — one wrong move and gunfire would rip through a corridor with no real cover for anyone. He scanned for an option, anything, and his eyes caught the old fire suppression panel bolted beside the loading dock doors, a mechanical override half-buried under rusted casing.

Hoping he doesn't notice the embarrassed reddening of my skin, I clear my throat uncomfortably and jut an obstinate chin. "Well it isn't hard to guess your location. The headquarters are in New York". He doesn't reply. His stare is making me heavily uncomfortable but I hope I look as nonchalant as I want to be. With a casual demeanor, I walk over to my desk and settle into my chair, eyeing the package he had dropped earlier.

So why trust me with his mother’s company? It was one thing to be sleeping with an enemy, but when does the devil ever give something for free without consequences? “Does this mean I’ll stay in Atlanta?” I asked carefully. “Hell no.” His answer came instantly. “I’m not keeping you away from me. The headquarters are in Winchester. D’Lise Designs is a subsidiary of Apex Holdings.” “Oh.” “If it’s too much pressure, I can revoke the offer. Nothing has been signed yet.” “It’s not pressure,” I admitted softly. “It feels like a dream.”