Overwatch Headquarters
Scott sat in the center of his dark command room at the Overwatch Headquarters.
He was surrounded by a terrifying labyrinth of high-definition holographic screens.
Each one displayed live satellite footage of Metro City—dark alleys, empty streets, shadowy rooftops—all bathed in the pale glow of calm city lights.
He was still wearing his sleek Shadow Factor Suit.
He had retracted his mask, letting the stale, metallic air of the room brush against his clammy skin.
『Hrmm… I'm a little hot…』
His tired eyes had heavy, purple bags under them.
He stared dead into the array.
Over 60 screens. Not a single blink.
His phone buzzed.
The sharp ring sliced through the silence.
Scott's bloodshot eyes slid to the device lying among scattered files and hastily scribbled notes.
[Forty missed calls.]
Thirty from a worried Gwen and Emma combined, and the other ten from Judy.
He thumbed the phone off without a word.
His eyes drifted back to the screens.
