And just like that, it is gone. Torn apart by corruption within, or maybe the changing times, either way, Overwatch is nothing more now. The suddenness of its disbandment has left its agents scattered across the globe, cut off from the organization that once gave them all a purpose.
Lena frantically paces the floor of her room, hair gripped tight in her hands. 24 hours to vacate the Cairo watchpoint or force will be used. A day to pack up her life, make peace with the people she fought with and killed for. Hours to say goodbye to her dreams.
The call comes, her phone on the desk buzzing loudly against the metal surface. She flinches at the harsh sound; most calls came through the communicator in her ear. Only times she ever touched her phone was for a quick cloudsearch or to order takeout.
A string of unrecognizable numbers is in place of the caller ID flashes across the screen when she checks it. Lena has half the mind to just let it ring out, her hands are shaking too much, there is so much left to do.
But she doesn't, for some odd reason, her finger moves to press the answer button and bring the device to her ear.
"'Ello, this is Oxton."
"Tracer. Lena, I heard the news. It is a tragedy what happened at the Swiss Base."
Lena's brows furrow together.
"Fareeha? How'd you- you know what, it don't matter." She sits down on the edge of her cot, her back landing heavily onto the mattress as she stares up at the ceiling. Her mind is too scattered to really care anything right now. "Yeah, it's pretty shite. They ain't even got the money to send us all back to where we came from."
Ah yes, stranded, the very important detail she's been trying to ignore all this time.
"If you need a place to stay, I wanted to offer you my spare bedroom until you are able to get back on your feet. You have already done so much for me."
"Really? That'd be brilliant, if you don't mind of course. I shouldn't be staying too long, everything's just nutters is all. 'Course I'll help around the flat, wash the dishes, feed the cat-"
"I don't own a cat."
"We could get a cat?"
There is a chuckle over the line that makes Lena's heart flutter. They were friends, yeah? Helping each other out in their times of need. But when did she grab her pillow and start hugging it against her chest?
"We will see. Don't worry about it, I will come by the watchpoint 6pm tonight to pick you up then?"
"Sounds good. Cheers love."
"I will see you soon, Lena."
Lena finishes packing with a smile that she keeps long after the ache in her cheeks sets in.