36 year old Australian Jack Smith was kneeling on a rooftop close to the Tekhartha Mondatta speech, watching the fight between Tracer and Widowmaker.
"Amateurs," Jack muttered to himself, letting out a tiny, quiet laugh while looking at his rough, tanned skin. His Orange trench coat flapped in the breeze.
Jack was a special kind of person. He was a Phoenix. Not like that's just his codename or whatever (even though it was). He was actually a Phoenix. Jack could sprout flaming bird wings out of his back at will. His eyes were orange, and, the coolest thing, he had mini flamethrowers in his sleeves. Although he didn't work for overwatch, Jack was close with Winston, and would often secretly help him out (but nobody at Overwatch except Winston knows about Jack). He was silently observing Mondatta's speech when he heard a gunshot, followed by a loud wail in a high pitched voice. Switching his attention from Mondatta to the fight, he saw Tracer with a bullet wound in her shoulder and leg, blood soaking the orange skin tight suit she was in. But worst of all, Widowmaker aiming her sniper at Tracer's head.
"Crap" Jack said quietly.
The crowd at the speech were going frantic, looking for the source of the gunshot. Jack's orange eyes started to light up, which meant that his wings were coming out, or what Jack calls 'Phoenix Mode'. His wings can sprout in a time period of 2-5 seconds, this time taking the minimum of 2 (probably because of the situation). He dived from the rooftop and flew through the air, curtain cut hairstyle flowing in the wind. Jack could see everyone below him staring, but he didn't care. He'd probably have the same reaction if he was them. Getting closer to the two women, he could see Widowmaker saying something to Tracer, finger slowly pressing down on the trigger. Jack needed to distract her in some way.
"Oi mate! Taste some fire!" he screamed, instantly cringing when he realized how bad of a catchphrase that was. But, it worked. Widowmaker reverted her attention from Tracer to Jack, who was only about two seconds away from her. Although Jack thought he had the upper hand, Widowmaker took her sniper away from Tracer's head and aiming it at Jack, all in one quick motion.
'Shit' Jack thought, as the bullet from Widowmaker's sniper went into Jack's right shoulder, blood spraying out of it.
He actually made contact, though, and crashed into Widowmaker at full pelt. She went skidding across the rooftop before stopping just next to the edge. Jack just landed on his back where he made contact with her. He groaned in tremendous pain and turned over to see Tracer staring at him with caution, but also curiosity. Jack tried to get up to help her, but Tracer shuffled back from him.
"If you're going to kill me, make it quick please," she said defeatedly, in her high pitched, british accent.
"I'm not going to kill 'ya" Jack said, grimacing from the pain of his shoulder.
"Why should I trust you?" she replied.
"Trust me if you want to live, Tracer."
"How do you know my-
"Look, i'll tell you later. Now's not the time," Jack ended that conversation.
"I'm too weak to fly. Do you want me to help you walk?" He asked.
She looked more injured than him, so he would have to help her.
"O-ok," she stuttered hesitantly.
He helped her up and put her arm over his shoulder, but as soon as they took the first step she screamed in pain. Without saying anything, Jack picked her up and started to run with her in his arms. But before they could get too far, Jack heard Widowmaker say
"Not yet, ami," in a thick french accent. Just after that, he heard a gunshot and immediately after, extreme pain in his upper back. Jack fell to his knees and put Tracer down. She lay on her back, looking into a kneeling Jack's eyes.
"Go." he told her firmly.
She looked like she was going to argue back, but he gave her a firm look and she nodded, afterward, she said "don't get killed."
She crawled away without Widowmaker seeing, and slid down to a lower rooftop and out of sight.
'Well, at least she trusts me' Jack thought.
Turning around with difficulty, he saw Widowmaker on her feet and walking toward him, sniper in hand. She aimed it at his head just like she did to Tracer.
"Last words?" she said confidently.
"Yeah, this," Jack responded, expertly sliding his flamethrowers down his sleeve to his hands like an assassin in Assassin's Creed. Her eyes went wide, before Jack shot flames at her. She dived out of the way just in time, unfortunately for him. All of a sudden, a white light appeared and temporarily blinded Jack. When he regained his vision, Jack saw a ship. A Talon ship. All of a sudden, Widowmaker whacked him over the head with her sniper and Jack fell unconscious.
"Wakey wakey!" said an Aussie accent similar to Jack's, except more of a bogan sound to it.
Slowly opening his eyes, Jack didn't know where he was, but he recognised Junkrat from Talon and that he didn't have a shirt for some reason. Then it came to Jack, Talon caught him. Jack tried to grab Junkrat, but his hands were tied to something by rope.
"What do you want?" Jack growled angrily.
"Information," an unknown, lifeless voice said.
All of a sudden an electric whip hit Jack's exposed torso. He screamed in agony, already wanting to be unconscious.
"Now, i'm going to ask you a question. Where is the Overwatch HQ?" the voice said, now revealing itself to be reaper.
"Up your ass."
Another electric shock leaving a red mark on Jack's body.
"We will turn up the level of the electricity every time you don't comply," Reaper menacingly informed.
"Rightio mate," Jack said cheekily, earning him another electric shock, this time more powerful than the last.
"Where is it!?" Junkrat said angrily.
It seemed Jack's attempts to annoy are working.
"Stuff 'yaself."
This time, Reaper actually personally went up to Jack and punched him in the face. Hard. He then pulled out a knife, stabbed it into Jack's leg and started twisting it. He cried out out in pain and kept calling out "STOP! STOP!" until Reaper did.
"Comply." Reaper firmly said.
"Ok," Jack started, "123 up your anus street."
Reaper stabbed Jack in the gut and pulled it out quickly, before walking away and signaling Junkrat to follow. Before he left, Junkrat whipped Jack one more time before leaving.
This did it. Jack was out cold.
"Cheers Love! The cavalry's here!" he heard that all familiar, high pitched british voice say. Jack opened his eyes, but saw nothing. 'Closing them would help' he thought. He closed them again and kept them closed for a few seconds, until opening them again to see Tracer intently staring at his 6-pack. She eventually noticed (after about 10 seconds) that he was awake, and started blushing violently.
"Oh… I was just observing your cuts, seeing how they… uh… they need to be taken care of."
That was the most terrible excuse he had ever heard.
"Right." Jack weakly whispered sarcastically.
Tracer smiled then pulled out a knife from her brown pilot coat. She cut the ropes and Jack fell down onto his stomach.
"Oh dear, they hurt you a lot," she said, helping Jack up.
Tracer put Jack's arm around his shoulder and walked him to a nearby Overwatch ship hidden away from Talon's base. The entrance to the ship opened and Tracer helped Jack to the cockpit, where she sat him down next to none other than Winston.
"He looks bad." Winston said in a worried tone as he started the ship.
"Yeah," replied Tracer, looking at Jack. She looked very worried.
"Just need a medic..." Jack trailed off, out cold once again as the ship took off.
