"Here's the place," the pilot said. He lead us mainly because he knew exactly where the place is.

"Say, didn't get your name," I ssid to the pilot. "Just call me Pilot. Just like how you tend to write in that diary of yours," he replied.

I looked up to him from my phone. I was too busy typing in MaiiPab by the way.

"Okay," I replied, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. "Well, what're waiting for?" I asked.

"Is 'what're we waiting for' a thing now?" Pilot asked, but then shook his head.

"Let's go," he said, before he took out a pistol and shot the security camera that was in the corner.

"Here," Pilot stated, before pushing a small sign that says, 'touch me. I dare you.'

"Why would there be a sign?" I asked while thinking, 'that's stupid.'

Pilot ignored me, before the sign moved inside, then to the left, disappearing in the process.

What was in the place of the sign, was a small ball. Either coloured gold, or very authentic gold ball.

Pilot took the ball. "What's with the ball?" I asked. "It's something that holds the secret of Overwatch, and Blackwatch," Pilot replied.

"I'm not even gonna ask what Blackwatch is," I said. "Now let's get outta he-" Tracer was cut off by a whirring sound, increasing in pitch.

"Is that. . ."

"Oh shoot. EVERYONE GET DOWN!! IT'S A RAILGUN!!!!!" I yelled out, going to prone position.

The others did the same, and as soon as we did, the wall, which held the ball, had made quite a large hole, letting the thick snow get into the building, also putting us below the snow.

As soon as I regained my sense of hearing, as what I had heard several seconds ago were nothing but high pitch.

I got out of the mini-snow-avalanche, as did the others. I panted, as I held onto my cap tightly. It had came off of my head.

"We have to get outta here. Fast," I said. "I cannot disagree with you, love," Tracer replied.

I glanced at the hole, and, as if they could read my mind, they went into the hole to the snow, despite not having to wear the thick jackets.

I followed them out, and saw that they stopped, hands raised. I went beside them, and wish that I had dug myself into the snow.

Right in front of us were people in masks, some on skis, weapons aimed towards us. One of them had a prosthetic arm that seemed threatening.

There were others as well. There were the masked skull guy, blue skinned, and someone with dual Machine Pistols that seemed like Uzis or Mac 10s.

There was also a helicopter flying on top of them. It looked just like the helicopter I shot down moments ago.