Hey everyone! I've written this story because I was having a hard time finding lots of action based stories on here and thought I'd give this a try. Please rate and review, it would be much appreciated.

I don't own anything to do with Overwatch.

Tracer was crouched down behind a pillar, pistols in hand, head bowed as more and more of her cover was obliterated by her attacker. Tracer had been in this position before; she was an Overwatch agent, after all. Problem was, her chronal accelerator had been shot at and had now gone dark. As she was waiting for another charge to activate the accelerator, she looked at her companion in McCree. Crouched down, he was pinned by Reaper's fire. Tracer looked down at her accelerator and cheered as it flashed back online, rolling out of cover and blinking away up the other side of the large hall they were stuck in.

Tracer and McCree had been called to investigate suspicious activity at the Greater Johnson Hall, just east of Stockholm. They had barely been there for a minute before they heard a loud and very obvious gun shot. Tracer had ducked down behind a bench and McCree had dropped down and rolled behind a nearby pillar, just as the position he was standing at seconds before was obliterated.

Back in the present, Tracer crouched on top of one of the two balcony levels and began opening fire with her pistols, before blinking down onto the floor and providing covering fire for McCree as he bolted out of his cover and towards another bench, with significantly less bullet holes in it.

As Reaper turned around to face Tracer, McCree jumped on top of Reaper, grabbing his dual shotguns and pulling him down to the ground in a headlock. As the two tussled on the ground, Tracer turned to Widowmaker and began opening fire, blinking every which way in an attempt to confuse the assassin.

When that didn't work, Tracer blinked onto the balcony Widowmaker was standing on, and somersaulted towards her, pulling a bomb off of her thigh and then throwing it at Widowmaker before blinking down below. Widowmaker pulled the bomb off and threw it away, but she was still caught in the blast, which sent her flying backwards, smashing into the wall and falling onto the balcony, unconscious.

Tracer blinked over to help McCree and pulled Reaper's new set of shotguns out of his hands before opening fire on him using his own weapons. She blinked up to the second balcony and dropped the weapons before blinking down to the back door of the Hall and blasting it open with her pistols. Jumping in, she saw what they were looking for; Talon intelligence. Pulling out as many hard drives as she could carry from the main frame with one hand, she pulled out what she hoped was the mainframe's power cable and shot at it, however it didn't turn off.

Just as she was ready to blink out, she was interrupted by Widowmaker, who was holding a dagger and no gun. Tracer reasoned her gun broke in the explosion.

As Widowmaker pounced on Tracer, she felt a sharp pain in her right thigh before it was quickly retracted and Tracer took the moment to recall. Still holding the hard drives, she pulled out one of her pistols and began firing upon the dagger wielding assassin, before she was punched in the face and dropped the hard drives and her pistol. She grabbed the assassin's wrist with both hands and the two engaged in a fierce staring contest as the two of them pushed the dagger towards each other.

Outside, McCree was flung away off of Reaper as Reaper stood up and began to run towards the intelligence room. McCree took a moment to recover before he stood up as well, stumbling towards the room with a shotgun wound to the leg.

Tracer was getting tired of the shenanigans between her and Widowmaker. Pushing hard against Widowmaker, she pushed her roughly against the wall and lifted up her left knee to knock the dagger out of her hands, sending the dagger clattering away, stopping a few feet away.

Reaper burst into the room, pulling out his shotguns as Tracer pulled Widowmaker off of the wall and slammed her roughly onto the floor. Tracer blinked behind Reaper and pulled him out of the room, pulling out her other pistol and slamming him into the floor, before he disappeared in a puff of inky black smoke.

As Tracer blinked back inside the room, she saw Widowmaker reaching for the dagger after recovering from being slammed onto the floor. Tracer flung herself at the assassin, bowling her over in a somersaulting dive tackle manoeuvre that sent both her and Widowmaker crashing into the mainframe of the computer system.

As it began emitting worrying sparks, Tracer disentangled herself from Widowmaker and the many wires draping over her, and commando rolled over to the hard drive system. Frantically pulling out every hard drive there, looking for the one containing all the names and locations of Overwatch agents known by Talon, she heard the main frame begin to emit a dim humming sound.

Finally pulling out the hard drive labelled 'Overwatch – Talon Intelligence towards Known Agents and Locations' Tracer dodged another attempt by Widowmaker to stab her and swung out her right leg, tripping the assassin and sending her crashing to the floor. The dagger clattered towards the door as Widowmaker made to stand up. Tracer grabbed her upper arms and fell backwards towards the floor, before pulling in her legs and forming a ball before kicking Widowmaker in the stomach full force, sending the now virtually incapacitated assassin through the doorway and out into the main hall.

McCree was flung off his feet by the sliding Widowmaker as he struggled to stand. Widowmaker stood up shakily and attempted to engage with McCree before both of them fell over due to sheer exhaustion and pain.

Tracer picked up the hard drive and Widowmaker's dagger before looking at the main frame. Multiple warning messages were showing on the screen and the hum was worse than ever. Tracer decided that there was no real point in staying and so picked up her other pistol, holstered it, and calmly blinked out of the room, before closing the door and issuing a warning to McCree not to enter.

He may have been on the verge of asking why, until he heard a muffled explosion followed by significant amounts of smoke coming from underneath the door of the intelligence room.

Widowmaker, who was lying several feet away, stood up and, using her grappling hook, grabbed Reaper and using much the same manoeuvre as in the museum incident, disappeared through the dome glass roof.

Tracer held up the hard drive and said to McCree:

"Well that went well."

"Guess it did." McCree looked at Tracer before tying his handkerchief over his wound.

Well that concludes the first chapter, I hope it was a good read and there will most likely be an update within the next couple of days, so stay tuned if you liked this one. Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think by reviewing if you have a spare second.