A chilling wind sweeps through the night air, and the streets are consumed with a roaring crowd and waves of police sirens. Above, among the skyscrapers, is Tracer swinging from her harness, finishing the last details of her graffiti. "Overthrow the Suited Traitors! Exposed by Tracer!"

Tracer has now left her mark upon ThetaCorp Global HQ. She adjusts the livefeed camera in her goggles, ensuring the image is properly framed. "A much more accurate advertisement, don't you think?" she teases to the audience, her voice filtered through the breather.

A police chopper swoops in from behind, angling its blinding searchlight directly on Tracer.

"Was wondering when they'd get here," she cheers. "Time to give them the slip."

Tracer releases her harness and nosedives at an increasingly face pace. The crowd below shrieks as the searchlight continues following her. She charges up her chronal accelerator, and blinks to a nearby rooftop. The chopper follows the streak of faint, bluish light, and readjusts its searchlight on her.

She begins sprinting across the rooftops, blinking over the many separating gaps between them. The chopper's blades whip a powerful gust around her, and its light is constantly trained on her.

The sniper begins tracking her movements, while the pilot shouts on the megaphone, "This is your only warning! You are under arrest! Surrender now!"

"Pfft," she says to herself. "Think you could ask a little louder?"

The sniper then takes a shot along Tracer's path, and it narrowly misses her body as she jumps to the side. "Whoa! Heh-heh, guess they really don't like me!"

Tracer starts to zig-zag throughout her sprint. Unfortunately, the current set of rooftops don't offer many options for change of direction, forcing her to keep the predictable path forward.

She blinks across the next gap, and as she exits the blink, Tracer spots the sniper trained right on her. Without a second of hesitation, she rewinds back behind the gap, and the shot passes right through where she was. She shakes it off, and blinks back across the gap, continuing her sprint.

"Whew!" she pants. "Okay, that was too close. Think it's time I ended this little race."

Tracer zig-zags towards the chopper with two blinks, and then jumps towards it. She uses the third blink to appear inside the chopper directly behind the sniper. Tapping him on the shoulder with her gun, she taunts, "Over here, love."

The sniper attempts to turn and face her, but she quickly shoots his face with orange spraypaint, causing him to cry in pain. She then quickly steps to the edge of the platform, and sprays a thick coat onto the searchlight.

"Don't wait up!" she salutes to the fallen sniper, and blinks back onto the rooftops.

The chopper begins to spin sporadically as it attempts to track Tracer, but she's already blinked down to a narrow alleyway below. She rests her hands on her knees and finally catches her breath. "Well, that's another item to cross off the ol' bucket list, hahaha!" She straightens her posture and resumes, "Anyhow, folks, you've seen it live right here! Your voices are being heard, and the stuffed-shirts hiding in their fancy suites can't ignore you anymore!"

Tracer begins spraying on the wall behind her. "You're all losing your jobs, your homes, your very lives! You clock in and out like you're supposed to. Then the bigwigs make a few bad business decisions, and who's left to suffer? Not them! But that ends now!"

She finishes the last details of her graffiti to reveal her earlier phrase, "Overthrow the Suited Traitors! Exposed by Tracer!"

"Your time of literally paying for their mistakes is over! And I know they can hear us, even now! There are hundreds like me out there every day spreading the message! You can't ignore us! You can't hide from us! And you definitely can't defeat us! Overthrow the Suited Traitors! Exposed by Tracer!"

She then ends the livefeed on her goggles, and blinks off into the nearby streets.

Note: cover image by Its-Midnight-Reaper on DeviantArt.