"Zis ist zotally nein!" Angela Ziegler's voice comes through the comm in a very powerful fashion rivaling that of thunderclaps Tracer used to hear on the national geographic channel.
As usual, the adventurer tunes her out because she's already used to ignoring bonkers Swiss doctors with off the rocker German accents.
"Eu get back zere yung lady eu van't zust zerbandone ze zmission." Angela's voice continues twatting in her ear and Tracer finally plucks out her comm before chucking it as she races across rooftops.
"Oh crimelly wellies luv just cheers n take a tic tac." She mumbles as she dashes away, the payload growing smaller and smaller in the background with Angela fluttering her wings next to it like some hummingbird. She knows the doctor can hear her because she's still got her microphone sewed on somewhere inside her collar, but lucky for her she can no longer hear the doctor.
It's not that she's "zerbandoning ze zmission". It's really just that there's something more important right now than taking care of some payload that doesn't even matter in the grand scheme of things, and that something more important comes in the form of a creepy crawler sniper that scales walls like Tracer flies planes.
Ever since Tracer encountered Widowmaker shooting that omnic in King's Row, the assassin has been rotating in her mind constantly with the end scene replaying in her head.
"Why, why would you do this?" She remembers asking, and the assassin had laughed and said something that Tracer honestly can't for the life of her make out what it is (Widowmaker had kicked her against the wall before she had the chance to ask). It sounded like jadewshare.
Jar Dew Share? Ja Dieu Share? Jer Dew Share.
After the encounter, this phrase had been repeating over and over in her head like a numbani monk chanting non-stop keeping her awake at night, keeping her awake in the mornings and keeping her afloat in the bath. It's all she can think about until her entire being is overtaken by the thought of jadewshare. It drives her nuts because jadewshare makes absolutely no sense and why would the assassin jabber to her something that makes no sense?
That's why she needs to do this. She needs to find out. To know, with a hunger so fervent, what exactly it was the assassin had whispered to her that night on the roof because she has this sinking feeling in her gut that it sure as crack ain't jardewshare.
Seeing a flash of red from a rooftop twenty yards out, Tracer immediately changes direction and starts dashing towards the red. She can identify that red light anywhere and not because it resembles blinkers from Amsterdam's red light district, but because she knows it to be from Widowmaker's goggles.
Time to swim, spider, Tracer thinks grimly to herself as she lands on the roof where Widowmaker is currently lounging, and hushedly approaches the assassin from behind. The assassin is completely unaware of her presence and currently has her back towards her with her body down low as she lifts her rifle up to her nostrils and starts taking aim at some unsuspecting morsel hundred yarns out through the scope.
Tracer wonders how she should approach this.
Should she say something or should she jab the assassin somewhere around her body? But then that would only alert Widowmaker to her presence and she isn't really sure she wants to do that. She isn't sure she wants to do that because a spider startled is a spider indeed.
But as Tracer ponders over this dilemma, she sees Widowmaker inhales a slow, deep breath. From what Tracer knows about the woman, she knows that means she's about to take a shot. That can't happen, not under her watch. So then Tracer panics and she does the only thing that comes to mind, she instinctively reaches over and gives Widowmaker's long lustrous hair a sharp yank.