Lena Oxton, or Tracer, Walked anxiously down the halls of the Gibraltar. She was accompanied by her cohort, friend, and savior, Winston. Lena often times takes her chronal accelerator for granted, but today nothing of such was on her mind.
All she could think about was the new agents, she already met one. He was a filipino looking man with short black hair that came to a widow's peak. He was an offensive sniper who used a compound bow, and skills that could rival those of Hanzo. His name was strange though, something like Pher or Ther.
She was now on her way to meet a new support class agent, who she was especially excited to meet. Mainly because not dying on the battlefield was something she enjoyed, but winston said that he offered special perks to her.
What they were, she was unsure, but she would soon find out. As Lena and Winston approached the end of the hall, the guerilla began speaking in his deep, friendly voice. "Lena, this is Micah McCormick, but he also goes by M" lena opened the door to the meeting room, and in it stood a man. He was roughly 5'll, Tracer based this off her own 5'6 stature. His blonde hair was tied back into a bun on the back of his head. He wore khaki slim fit jeans, and a light hoodie.
He stood up straight, a calm look on his face. He had a tan, and looked slightly Hispanic. When he realized Lena and Winston entering he gave a light smile, and reached out his hand. Lena returned the handshake and said "Lena oxton, nice to meet ch'ya" in her cheery voice. "Micah McCormick, nice to meet you too, Miss Oxton" he replied.
"Ey, you can drop the whole 'Miss' thing and just call me Lena, after all we are teammates now luv." "Oh yeah, sorry, Lena" Lena noted how Micah emitted this calm, tranquil vibe, much like Zenyatta. "So luv, were ya from?" Lena asked "Miami, Florida" Micah replied "Oh, so you're an American bugger aren't you" Lena stated.
"So, I already know you heal us up, but what are these added benefits that Winston told me about?" Lena said, giving a quizzical look. "Micah here has a chronal anomaly just like you, except his keeps things rooted in time. Here, take off your accelerator." Winston piped up. At first, Tracer was hesitant, then she summoned the courage and undid the straps. Expecting to fade away again, Lena was extremely surprised when she was still able to feel the ground beneath her feet.
"Wha-What? How? Why?" Lena was baffled. She hadn't taken that harness of in a while, and she could still feel the ghost of it on her chest. At first she panicked, then she realized she was here, she was visible. She wasn't sure, until she reached out and touched Micah's arm. "Winston, how? How does he do this?" "Well, basically, you are not able to keep yourself rooted in time because the slip stream took most of your chronal energy. He has so much chronal energy he emits it out" Winston explained. At first, Lena looked confused. Then a smile crept up her face and she lept up, overflowing with joy.
"Luv, this is awesome!" Lena blurted. She then walked up to the man and hugged him tight enough to kill.