Overwatch Headquarters Novels & Stories

“That’s okay. My father and I appreciate your hard work.” A faint outline of a smile lined his lips. That was it, that had to be it. He would leave and let it go smoothly until it didn’t. But when I saw that sliver of a cloud of doubt, I knew something was going to go horribly wrong. It was too good, it went too smoothly. Something always had to happen. “Mr Nightingale, if you do not mind me asking, what are you doing here at night? Correct me if I am wrong, sir. But your headquarters is in the Omega Section, not here in Alpha.” His eyes flickered towards my father and then to me, straining to get a better look. I guess he still hadn’t noticed the mass of agents only a few feet behind us.

But we had plenty of them to back us while we sought out the council. The council always kept their headquarters a secret, but thanks to my ability to find people in my dreams, I was able to find out where the council headquarters was located. And it was not an ideal location. They were in New York City. But it was a big building, so we were hoping that it was not in a very populated area. I did all the research on the internet and I could tell that it was a warehouse that looked run down on the outside but the inside was completely refurbished and magnificent looking, from what I could tell in my dreams.

Ken said anxiously. "Violet, don't you have to inform anyone?" Zack asked. "No" she replied. "I see," said Zack "I wonder when she'll open her eyes," he thought. "How come the headquarter is in one of the busiest cities?" asked Ken. "See the map closely...there's a gigantic mountain in the corner of the city, headquarter is beyond that mountain, hidden from the population but still in the ideal location for keeping in contact with all the other units" Zack explained.

"All current administrative staff will relocate to neutral territory. You must recruit support from your assigned districts. No external resources beyond your initial teams." Gregory nodded like this was exactly what he'd expected. I felt the trap closing but couldn't identify exactly how it worked. "Pack members may move between districts freely," Kaius continued. "Violence results in immediate disqualification. Council observers will monitor all activities. Any questions?" "When do we start?" Gregory asked. "Now." We chose an old community center in the western district as headquarters. The building was sound but abandoned—dust coating every surface, chairs stacked haphazardly, a general a

Out here, on the quiet outskirts of the city, the atmosphere was entirely different from the corporate shield of my central headquarters, Thorne Tower. This was the tactical heart of the operation. Armed guards patrolled the perimeter walls, their eyes scanning the dark desert brush. I stepped out of the vehicle and walked straight into the house, bypassing the main living areas to descend into the secure basement war room. Dante and Silas were already inside, hunched over a massive mahogany table mapped with digital logistics screens and blueprint overlays stretching from Chicago to the Las Vegas Strip.

On March first, a Saturday night full of city activities never ceased. People kept living their lives going on about their business. Besides, elected government officials such as Judges, law enforcement officers, CIA and FBI agents, issued wipe outs. It didn’t bother typical citizens, right? So, Scarface remained head official of the secret base of Druid Hills Headquarters hidden in Conyers Woods about 4.2 miles away from Atlanta. Along with him, Blind Man and Logan carried an unauthorized, but significant, operation in the unit. Logan always the baddest in business, beside Scarface and Blind Man, he remained dependable never failing assigned tasks.

Harvey asked, narrowing his eyes. “Of course not, but we could lose a lot of men if we picked a fight with them. I wouldn’t do it without your permission,” Tyson answered nervously. “Where is his headquarters?” Harvey asked finally. “It’s located in the basement of one of the Brookes’ security companies, which I heard was also an underground boxing ring,” Tyson replied slowly. “Alright, let’s go pay them a visit tonight. I don’t want any problems with York Enterprise.” Harvey didn’t have time to deal with these minor characters, he had bigger company issues to settle.

I said, and Theodore replied immediately. "I could fathom that was the issue because of the way you keep looking around. They actually came to grace the event from other branches." Mr Theodore said. I smiled and rubbed my thighs slowly. He is right about that because the headquarters was actually located here while there were other branches all over the world. "Who is the woman beside the CEO? Is she also among the workers managing another branch?" I asked Mr Theodore without trying to raise suspicion. "You are very " I heard Theodore say. The MC interrupted our conversation when he suddenly announced that the game would begin now.

Possibly he is right. It takes us an hour to reach the main headquarters. It’s in Downtown Detroit. The architectural design of the headquarter’s high rise is marvelous. Of Course it’s a construction company. I won’t expect any less from it. It’s a glass building with a tint of blue. It’s hard to tell if it’s the sky or really the color itself. I gasp when I see the Lobby Interior. White brick walls with wooden steps in the middle. I frown at the realization. It looks like a train station.

Silvercloud nodded as he caught the phone. “No need. We know exactly where Miss Batista is. That’s the Order’s HQ in the Bowery. We also know all the security measures in place.” Isak stated. Silvercloud arched his brow at me. He was silently asking if I still wanted him to do the work. “No offense, Isak, but if these assholes had enough brain cells to rub together to think they’d have already made changes to security after you three resigned.” I shook my head. “Silvercloud, please dig into it.”