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Summary: Who would have guessed that Tracer would die in King's Row. Who would have guessed Tracer would be the last Overwatch member. Who would have guessed that Tracer had a twin sister. This story is just after Overwatch has disbanded and Tracer has refused to stop helping the world. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter one - What a set up

International Security Network (ISN) Headquarters - Location USA

The mission was simple, protect Cris (Short for Cristina). This should have been the easiest mission Tracer had ever gone on but instead it turned out to be the craziest one she would ever take on.

All Tracer was told is that Cris was under threat. No reason as to why she was under threat just that she was under threat. Tracer hated this, how could she protect someone when she didn't even know who was after them. For all she new the person could have been in the room with her when Cris was telling her about the mission. Of course Tracer tried to get some answers out if Cris but none of her attempts were successful.

Tracer blinked off to her assigned quarters that were right next to Cris's, just in case something happened during the night. The fresh smell of newly cleaned bed sheets and pillows brought a smile to her face as she opened the door. But the smile soon disappeared when she notice an envelope on her bed. Lena was certain that she had been given all the information she would get for the mission at the briefing, so why was there an envelope marked 'Read Me' in the middle of her bed?

Lena approached the envelope with caution because for all she knew this was a trap laid out by the enemy. Upon opening the letter Tracer realised what it was. Someone had given her an anonymous tip about the mission. Who would have known enough about the mission to be able to give her a tip on it? There was a slip of paper in the envelope, it read;

"Please don't go on the mission. There are too many dangers on this one and I won't be able to protect you on this one. However, if you do choose to go along with it then there are some details that you sould know. Widowmaker is the one that is going to try and kill Cristina but, she won't be alone. Talon has recently had some new members and the liklely hood of them helping out on this mission is high. You have been warned."

Over a million questions were buzzing around Lena's head. 'Who put this in here? Who is looking out for me? Why do they care so much?' Were only a few of the questions. The important thing now thought was to go and tell Cris who was after her, but Lena didn't even think of that. The first thing she decided to do was take a shower.

Talon Headquarters - Location unknown

Widowmaker sat at the edge of her metal framed bed. The room was damp and cold, just as she liked it. The walls, floor and ceiling where all grey. The thud at the door cause Widowmaker to pick up her rifle only to put it back down. This was a habit that she would never lose.

"What?" Widowmaker replied in her strong French accent. She glared at the door, causing the grunt on the other side to freeze as he felt her icy glare pierce right through the door. He finally plucked up the courage to reply.

"10 minutes until the dropship leaves." The grunt replied, his voice shaking with fear. The door swung open and the grunts eyes met Widowmakers unmoving, unfeeling gaze. He dropoed to the floor to scared to move as Widowmaker walked past him, towards the dropship.

Widowmaker stopped just outside the control room. She heard two quiet voices only just audible coming out of it. One sounded like Reaper and the other Sombra.

"If she finds out that you know who is on the mission then this whole thing could be ruined. You have to find a way to get her out of the way." Reaper growled in his rough voice.

"No problem. Just give me some time, ok." Sombra said in her Spanish (I think) accent. Reaper growled in response.

Widowmaker slowly walked into the room without making a sound. "What are you two talking about?" Her thick French accent made her sound deadly as she spoke. The other two agents froze as they realised what had happened.

ISN Headquarters - Location USA

Tracer placed her Chronal Accelerator at the side of her bed. She could tell it was going to be a long night. As she closed her eyes she listened to all the sounds of the facility. She could hear a group of about 10 men marching down the hall. There was a knock at the door. Tracer stared at the door for a while, she didn't expect anyone to come see her in the middle of the evening. Slowly Tracer moved her bed cover off her and walked up to the door.

Gun clicks came from just outside the door, then everything went dead silent. Tracer dived right next to her Chronal Accelerator and strapped it on. She then blinked right out of the room and into the hallway. All the while a group of 10 Talon grunts were firing at her. Without a second to lose Tracer blinked straight into Cris's room and barricaded the door.

"Who did you piss off to deserve Talon?" Tracer shouted at the top of her voice. "Also, why wasn't I informed that you were under threat by Talon? This is vital information for the mission." No answer came from Cris and as Tracer moved closer she realised what was going on. A smirk appeared on Cris's face.

"Do you know how hard it was to make sure you took this job. Even then I couldn't confirm to my leaders that you would show up." Cris broke out into an evil laugh. "You foolish girl!" Tracer was furious, but just as she was about to kill Cris a strong hand grabbed her arm and flung her into a wall.

"Hello mon Cheri." Widowmaker said.

What an event full first chapter. Thank you guys and girls for sticking around to the very end. If you have any suggestions on what could happen in the story then please PM me or review. Unfortunately I can't include all your ideas so if there are enough I will do a spin off Fic where all of your ideas are included. Hope you enjoyed and the next chapter should be out later today. See you later.