The year is 2045, and it's been years since Overwatch's collapse. In that time, many things have gone astray. Tensions between omnic's and humans went back up, former Blackwatch agents and Talon members have been causing chaos. Amongst the chaos, one nineteen year old boy is trying to make everything better. His name is David Harrison, he's got short black hair, light brown eyes and slightly pale skin. He was in a local pub in england, and he was listening to the evening radio.
"What do you think about the rise in crime, johnson?" The radio announcer said.
"I think it's a major issue. It's a shame really. I mean, since Overwatch was shut down, things have been getting worse. I guess what i mean is, i think we need to bring Overwatch back." Johnson said. David scophed.
"Hypocrite." David got up and started to leave, when something the announcer said caught his attention.
"If you would like to share your opinions on bringing Overwatch back, give us a call." David smirked, and his leather gloved hand pulled out a 25 cent coin. He went to a pay phone and put the coin in. He dialed the number and the announcer came on. "Hello there, you are our first caller. Just so you know, this is live. So, what's your name?"
"David." He said.
"Well david, would you care to share your opinion on Overwatch?" The announcer said.
"No, but i would like to say you are a massive fucking hypocrite." David said into the phone.
"Excuse me?" The announcer said.
"You two were part of the group that wanted to shut down Overwatch. Do you remember what you said?" David asked. He pulled out his phone and open an audio file.
"Um, no, i don't. i don't think i actually ever said i wanted Overwatch to be shut down." The announcer said uncomfortably.
"Really? Then explain this…" David played the audio file into the phone. It was the announcer's voice.
"Overwatch has served its purpose, and i think now it's just a hindrance. They're thieves, murders and criminals, and we need to shut them down."
"Here here." Johnson's recorded voice said. David put the phone back to his head.
"News flash, you don't get to make the wrong decision and complain when you don't get the outcome you like. People like you killed Overwatch, and now you get to feel the consequences." David hung up the phone and walked out of the bar. He chuckled the whole way out. He walked over to the edge on the curb, where he'd parked his bike. His bike was kind of an antique, but it ran like butter. It was a 2016 Ducati Monster 821 dark edition. He placed the his key into the bike. He pulled his leg up over the seat and sat down.
He turned the key and pressed the start up button. The bike came to life with a pleasant rumble. David smiled and pulled in the clutch lever. He pulled his left leg up onto the foot peg, and shifted gears from neutral to first gear. He slowly released the clutch and twisted the throttle. The bike started moving, slowly at first, but it got up to speed faster as the RPM's went higher.
David closed his eyes for a moment, and began concentrating. When his eyelids flashed open, his eyes burst into flames for a split second. His bike immediately responded to the change. The tires burst into flames, leaving a plume of smoke and a trail of fire behind it. The engine and exhaust pipes began to glow red hot, causing the bike to pick up speed. The bike's headlight flickered and became dim, letting the fire light the way for David.
He speed through alleyways and streets, searching for any signs of trouble. David turned down one alleyway and saw the flashing of red and blue lights. He came to a stop and parked the bike on the side of the alley, putting the bike in neutral for when he needed to start the bike up again. He was sensing two things. The first thing he felt, was that someone had been killed. The second thing he felt, was someone injured on the roof above him. David looked up the wall that separated him from the injured person.
He saw a long pipe that went from the roof, to the ground below. Thinking it was most likely a storm drain, David began to climb the pipe. After some very clever hand and foot placement, David eventually managed to pull himself up onto the roof. He was not prepared for what, or rather, who he saw. There, on the rooftop before him, lay Tracer, unconscious and hurt. Once David pulled his lower half up onto the roof, he had to make sure she was ok. He rolled Tracer onto her back, and put his ear near her mouth and nose.
To his relief, her breathing sounded normal. Now that the medical side of things were taken care of, David faced the problem of what to do with her. If her left her there, she would most likely be blamed for something she didn't do. To David, it was easy to tell she hadn't been the one who killed that person, he could tell that much by looking at her. But the downside to taking her, was that someone might think he's some sicko taking advantage of a passed out drunkard.
David decided to take his chances, and put Tracer over his shoulder. He slid down the storm drain like a fireman, and readjusted Tracer so he wouldn't drop her. David walked over to his bike, and almost punched himself over what he'd forgotten. He hadn't found out how to keep her on the bike. If he left her on the back seat, she'd fall off. As much as he hated the thought, he had an idea of how to keep her on the bike. She would have to either sit in front of him, or sit in his lap.
The problem with option one, was the fact that he wouldn't be able to reach the controls if she sat in front of him. He would have to make her sit in his lap.
"God, the world is just trying to make me look sketchy as fuck right now, ain't it." David mumbled. David sighed and sat on his bike. He reluctantly sat tracer down on his lap. To his dismay, another problem came up in the form of an unconscious limp body. Tracer would not be able to sit up and hold on. He knew he would have to hold her in place with his left arm. David groaned as he realised he was going to have to shift without using his left hand to pull in the clutch.
"Looks like i'm going to have to suicide shift. I just hope i don't destroy my gear shifter." He grumbled. He started the bike and pushed the gear shifter back into first gear. Luckily, the bike seemed to do fine when shifting so long as he let off the throttle first. He released the left handlebar and wrapped his left arm around Tracer's mid-torso. The bike slowly rolled off in first gear, and David got anxious as he anticipated his bike's need to shift. Right as the bike sounded like it was working hard, David quickly dropped the throttle to zero, and used his foot to lift the gear shifter.
The gear changed seamlessly, and David gave the bike some throttle again. He breathed a sigh of relief as he now didn't have to worry about how to shift. But he still felt the warmth in his face caused by embarrassment, due to the fact that this attractive women was currently sitting in his lap.
"Alright Tracer, let's get you somewhere safe." He said as calmly as he could.