"Winston! Winston!" Tracer ran into Overwatch headquarters and quickly hugged the startled ape. A wide smile flashed on her face as she jovially asked "Is it true that the gang is getting back together? But wait, something isn't quite right... Why is HQ still in rubble love?" Winston gave her a gentle smile and began "You're the first one I called. I need your help" he placed his hand on her shoulder. Tracer placed her hand on his lightly "Anything. Just say the word and I'm on it. Anything for the team!" Tracer nodded energetically. "Okay, okay, calm down! Here's your mission..."
"Round up the old team."
"You see, I couldn't contact anyone else but you, I don't know, maybe everyone else decided Overwatch was over and threw away their devices. Some of the people I could contact, like and Mei didn't want to come back. I thought you would be the better one to knock some sense into them." Tracer sat on the floor cross legged, thinking hard. "*sigh* hmmm... I'll see what I can do old champ. We were all really close friends. Maybe they're just scared the people will reject us again." Winston extended his hand and helped tracer up. "I don't know, maybe. But the point is we need them back, and we need them now. I have reason to believe that someone is targeting Zenyatta, which means, they are threatening the peace. Imagine if the most safely guarded man in the capital was shot down in public, the citizens would go mad. If the machine don't feel safe, at the iris no less, they may leave. Do you see what I mean?" She nods in agreement. "Well then, who do I start with?"
Winston handed her a handheld device, a holographic projector which displayed a photo, details, and a whole lot of recently used plane tickets.
Tracer adjusted her goggles.
"Okay, I'm on it!"