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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 two - An Old Friend


ISN Headquarters - Location USA

Tracer sat in the giant hole in the wall that she had just made. 'How could I have been so blind?' She asked her self, this wasn't the first time she had been caught off guard. But her mind quickly snapped back to reality as she realised that there was still an imminent threat. Widowmaker walked over to the wall with slow, precise movements. Her high heels clicking against the floor.

"Foolish girl. Why would anyone want you to protect them? Talon has been doing a way better job than Overwatch ever did. Of course there is a small price to pay, and the ISN has given us the exact amount." Widowmaker's strong French accent made every word hang in the air until she said the next one. Her body swung from side to side as she got closer and closer to the wall in which Tracer sat.

Widowmaker was right up in Tracer's face now. Tracer could smell her every breath and could make out a faint thudding noise emanating from Widowmaker's chest. She guessed that it was her heart, if she still had one. However, Widowmaker's eyes were the most interesting part for Tracer because they looked so helpless and scared that, for a second, Tracer tried to hug Widowmaker. The only thing to stop her was her newly broken spinal cord.

Widowmaker smirked as she saw a flash of pain cross Tracer's face. Everything was in place for Widowmakers plan to be fully completed, but something was missing and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Something big was going to happen any minute, because capturing Tracer had never been this easy. It wasn't even this easy when Tracer had lost both her weapons and was falling off the top of a 30 floor building. Just at that moment the glass window on the other side of the room shattered all over the rubble stricken floor. A dim red light flashed across the room and grabbed Tracer by the back of her Chronal Accelerator then left.

Widowmaker's face was a sight to behold. As she turned around her face went bright red and her gaze looked like it could kill a man. "Who was that?" Widowmaker said trying to calm herself down. Cris just looked with shock. That window had been shatterproof glass. Whoever it was that broke in, they had some serious power.


707 Base outpost - Location: Dead Forest

Tracer woke up on the cold, hard ground of the forest floor. She didn't remember how she got there or what had happened the day before. Everything that had happened in the last 48 hours was a blur to her. However one distinct memory prodded at the back of her mind.

In front of her a huge, overgrown, leaf covered 707 Base stood up tall. Broken lights flickered on the inside of the run down building. Tracer slowly stood up, the pain of her spinal cord burning against her cold skin. She stopped. Someone was watching her. Tracer couldn't work out where they were just yet but, she could feel their gaze.

"Hello, Serendo." Said a cold, unmoving voice. It emitted from the shadows. Tracer's eyes adjusted to the darkness around her. She could only just make out the shape of a body hiding in the corner of the 707 Base entrance. There was a faint red glow coming from the persons body. "I am sorry to have caught you off guard but as I said in the letter, I was finding it very difficult to protect you properly," The accent was definitely German however it had a girly squeal to it. Tracer's mind got to work trying to identify who the person was. But just then it clicked in her head. Slowly the women took two steps forward. "Sister."


Talon headquarters - Location unknown

Widowmaker was ready to kill every grunt in the room, no not just the room the entire base. How did Tracer manage to escape when she was on the verge of death, and how did that red blur of a person mange to get past the grunts and shatter proof glass? It was fair to say that Widowmaker was having a bad day. But that didn't stop the fact that Tracer had managed to get away. What would Reaper do when he found out that the mission had failed? Or worse what would high command do?

The corridor that lead to the Talon Leader control room was empty. No one, not even Reaper dared to go down its dark hallway. A man could be heard shouting at something from either end of the corridor. Widowmaker stood at the end of the corridor for about 5 minutes before going in. The doctors and reconditioning engineers told Widowmaker that the likely hood of her ever feeling an emotion again was 0. Yet here she was, with her hands shaking and head sweating. She was feeling scared and worried for the first time in about 20 years.

The door to control room creaked as Widowmaker opened it and walked through. A huge man with a yellow fist was staring at a wall of screens. There was a crack in some of them but others looked brand new. Widowmaker swallowed the huge lump in her throat.

"Please tell me that the mission report I got was a joke." The man's voice was low and sharp, just like a bread knife.

"I am sorry." Was all Widowmaker could muster as Doomfist turned around and stared right into her eyes.


Hey guys and girls. Hoped you all enjoyed the second chapter, if people like the Fic and keep reading then I will probably write more chapters. I have a couple that I have already made but once I have used them it is up to you guys to tell me what you want to see more or less of in this story.

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