Chapter 4
Lijiang market was bustling and full of life, every street corner was selling some priceless wares ranging from delicious food and delicacies to exquisite clothing and fine jewelry. McCree and Lena were strolling through the crowds, enjoying their time on their R&R. Tracer was zipping around, looking at the shop's wares with awe and interest, McCree was lagging behind as he was lugging large bags filled with either clothing or random trinkets, McCree could've swore she bought everything at every store, however he was wrong.
"Hey Len, you think you could ease up on the spendin' a little, I mean we're finally well-funded and all that, but do you have to buy everything that catches your eye?" McCree asked strenuously as he felt his hands being torn apart by how heavy the bags are, Tracer only giggled and pats his shoulder. "Aww, is the big rough and tough cowboy tired?" Tracer was wearing a big yet devilish grin as she said that, giving McCree the sign that she is going to make him pay hell. "Don't push your luck, little lady." He said grimly, Tracer just laughed and punched his shoulder, almost making him stumble and drop the bags, though he managed to stay on his toes. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, I got what I want, so we can go back home." McCree sighs in relief. 'Thank you, merciful god...' He thought to himself.
As the two made their way back to the elevator, Tracer glanced to her side and saw a tall yet elegant woman with a very recognizable mechanical arm. Tracer pulls on McCree's shirt, forcing him to stop and points towards the woman. "Hey, I think I see Satya, come on slowpoke!" She zips through the crowd before McCree could even utter a sound to respond, he sighs heavily and prays to himself.
Unaware of Tracer's approach, Satya was standing in front of a clothing store, which was famous for its design of dresses and top quality material, She was looking at a very lovely red dress with beautiful golden designs that spoke a story in itself, Satya suffers from an OCD condition that almost dictates that everything must be in perfect order. However, the dress, in her view, looked exquisitely perfect, though the price is something to question.
As Satya weighed her choices of going in and buying the dress or just go back to the hotel room, Tracer zips up behind her and hugs Satya. "Hey there love, cavalries here!" Satya shrieked as she was hugged, she looked over her shoulder to notice the trademark smirk of Overwatch's time displaced ball of optimism. Satya sighs in relief then pulls herself off Lena's hug. "By all that is orderly Lena, don't startle me like that." Her voice was articulate and somewhat commanding though friendly in a way. Tracer laughed heartily. "sorry about that Satya, it was just too good an opportunity to pass up." She looked over Satya's side and noticed the store she was looking at. "whatcha looking at?" She asked quickly. Satya turns towards the dress she was looking at earlier and crossed her arms. "I was looking at the dress in the store, though I'm trying to decide if I should buy it or not." Satya rests her chin on her left mechanical arm and continues to think, though Tracer was immediate with the answer. "You should definitely buy it, it'll look good on you." Satya looked at Tracer with a raised brow. "you believe so?" Tracer nods enthusiastically as she takes Satya's wrist. "Come on, don't be a sour betty, trust me." Before Satya can reply she was immediately pulled into the store. McCree finally arrived only to notice Satya and Lena entering the store. He mutters a little and sets the bags on the floor, uncramping his human hand and rolling his prosthetic shoulder making sure it wasn't pulled too much.
After an hour, later, the three agents left the market and headed back to the hotel to rest and try out their newly bought clothing and accessories. McCree was now holding more bags then he could hold as he almost swore he felt his arms falling off, while the girls were ahead chatting about random topics of interest. Suddenly they were approached by a group of five Omnics dressed up in ninja garbs with their faces covered by a demon mask, standing in front of their path. The three stopped in their tracks in front of the group, Lena clears her throat and approached them friendly like. "Excuse me, but you blokes are standing in our way, could we go around you or let us through?" The masked Omnics responded by grabbing their weapons and pulling them out, Tracer stopped in her tracks and quickly recalled back. McCree turned his head and saw another group of the same demon dressed Omnics surrounding them, weapons drawn. "I don't think They're gonna play nice Trace." Tracer nods her head. "No question." The men moved closer, gripping their blades with the intent of killing.
Symmetra placed her hands behind her, McCree noticed she was moving her hands around creating one of her security drones as defense. Tracer stepped back a bit more until she bumps into McCree. "Any plans love?" McCree nods his head. "Just one… Though you probably won't like it." The soon to be attackers kept creeping closer at the trio. "Don't care how you do it, we need to get out of this."
McCree chuckled slightly then hurled all the bags from one of his hands towards the group in front of them, causing one of them to slice it, though an array of clothing and trinkets covered them. Tracer groans in disappointment but takes the chance to blink up towards one of them and then knock her elbow against the first masked Omnic in her sight, the blow caused his face to break into pieces then fall back, disabled from the fight. The Omnics behind the trio charged at them, only to be distracted by another set of bags thrown by McCree, Symmetra sets up a small laser drone on the wall beside them and it spurs to life, it reacts accordingly at recognizes the Omnics as a threat then fires a beam of light energy at one of them, causing the intense heat to burn through the cloth armor and burn some of its circuitry. McCree rushed up to an Omnic beside him and used his prosthetic metal arm to bash its head in followed by a swift kick against the wall, breaking into pieces as the limbs fly apart. Tracer grabs one of the swords quickly as an Omnics rips apart the clothing. "Oi, I just bought that!" She shouted as swings the blade, clashing against the Omnic's steel body, then cutting through as it's upper body fell to the ground while the legs stayed on it's feet for a few moments before falling to the side. Symmetra was attacked by two Omnics though she gracefully dodged them as she swings her leg upwards, her foot colliding with the first Omnic's chin, then her drone turns it's attention towards the Omnic attacking it's creator, it blasts a beam of energy cutting down the Omnic without incident. McCree used his metal arm to block the assassin's blade as it tries its best to gain the advantage, however it soon fell to the floor as soon as McCree grabbed the blade and crushed it in his hand then sweeping the Omnic to the floor, followed with McCree lifting his cowboy boot and smashing it's face to pieces.
The remaining Omnics looked at one another and soon retreated, using acrobatic skills and maneuvers to give themselves distance. Symmetra dusts off her clothing making sure there wasn't any dust on it. McCree chuckled a little. "Well that was a waste of an ambush." As he looked over to Tracer, she was lifting her bought clothes from the ground and groans. "Great, that was money wasted." She muttered as she lifts a torn shirt, and broken jewelry. Symmetra walked over to Tracer and pats her shoulder. McCree sighs a bit as he looked at the Omnics that attacked them. "I don't know about you, but I think we should tell the others what happened here, these guys were armed for the sole purpose to take us down." McCree deduced as he removed one of the only intact masks from one of dead Omnics. Tracer stands up and breathes in deeply to relax. "You're right, no use crying over ripped dresses, lets head back to base and report to Winston of the situation."
The trio arrived back at the hotel room only to find everyone in the room talking one another, while Jack and Mercy covered in bruises, sat on the couch with icepacks and bandages covering random parts of their body. Tracer was the first to ask. "What in bloody hell happened to you?" Jack looked at Tracer with mild annoyance and asked. "Long story, but the short version is we've been attacked."
Mercy nods her head in agreement. "Ja, we barely made it out I have to say." McCree took off his hat and scratched his head. "So, I guess you already told Winston huh?" She nods at McCree's question. "Yes, we were waiting for you three to comeback so we can get a proper plan of action together."
Symmetra eyed the rest of the team as they haven't noticed the three come in yet, she looked at Jack and asked. "Does this have anything to do with our attack?" Jack raised his eyebrow. "You guys got ambushed as well?" Symmetra bobbed her head at the question. "That is correct, at least ten Omnics attacked us and three of them escaped, we managed to bring back some sort of mask, maybe you can tell us which crime faction this belongs to." Jack shakes his head. "Not until Winton knows you're here, I'll tell the others when we're all ready."
The trio understood Jack's motion to stay silent, better to explain to everyone rather than talk to each individual first. Jack leans back against the couch placing an ice pack over his eye. "Sheesh…can't believe it was an hour ago…" he mutters to himself.