Doomsday

“So we are ready with the main points inside of Talon secured. Well, all but one. This one is a dangerous type so we need to button up everything and utilise all our assets. So were you girls preparing as I asked you to do?” Bob looked around and stopped his gaze on Moria, gesturing for her to begin.

“I have designed a proper poison that should knock out Doomfist really fast, considering his strength and condition I can’t guarantee how fast it will work but eventually it will.” Moira explained and Widowmaker leaned in, giving Bob a sweet smile. “And I can deliver it right to him, dear! Two doses just to be sure, one as a gas trap, the other as a rifle dart.” She explained with excitement.

Next was Sombra, clearing her throat. She smiled “Voy a be able to hack his silly glove so it will be just dead weight on his arm..”

Now, all gazes turned towards Reaper, who was just sitting there and was late to notice the attention she was getting “What, do you expect me to help with your secret coup!? Why the hell am I even here?” She looked around flustered, no one said a word. “Ugh fine, I think I can confront him and distract him.

A few hours later. Doomfist stood in one of the outside areas of the Talon facility, Reaper then entered the area and Doomfist looked at her. “Who are you girl and why are you here cosplaying Reaper?” Doomfist asked, raising his brow.

That comment immediately made Reaper drop her serious facade, she stomped her foot and huffed. “What do you mean! I always was a woman!””

Doomfist blinked twice and slowly spoke. “Wha..” Before he was interrupted by a spider mine exploding in his face. “WHAT THE HELL!” he boomed, moving his hand, waving the poisonous cloud away, and as he did it, his shoulder was hit with a dart which he quickly removed, preparing his gauntlet to charge up he grunted with annoyance as it didn’t respond to his input. He started to charge at Reaper with his free arm but after a few steps he collapsed face first on the ground.

Doomfist stirred slowly to consciousness, his hands cuffed in front of him, with high tech cuffs that tightened every time he pulled on them, he was clearly wearing a pair of blue tinted glasses, as he was looking over his hands, he noticed that he had “Bob Wattson’s Pride” written on one of his fifsts. He knew that name, after all he know everyone’s name in Talon. And now he saw the man that the name belonged to.

“What's the meaning of this?” Doomfist asked calmly, staring coldly at Bob, who in turn was starting to get intimidated without even getting to start talking.

“Well, aren’t you proud to be defeated by me?” He sputtered quickly, not bothering to execute his pre planned speech.

“I mean yes, I am quite honored to be defeated by such a cunning enemy.” Doomfist replied, his head high.

“Well then you would be delighted to enter the machine here?” Bob pointed at the copy of Reaper’s chamber, modified to work on regular people.

“Ofcourse” Doomfist replied and got up to his feet and walked into the machine. The procedure took a few hours but a new doomfist walked out of it.

Bob greeted her with a grin and spoke again “So you are a dignified woman who will be pleased to work for me in any capacity, aren’t you?”

“Ofcourse, sir” Doomfist straightened at attention and raised her head up.