Author's Note: Guess who shows up in this chapter? I'll give you a hint. She's got a tragic backstory, a French accent, and she assassinated Mondatta.

King's Row had managed to take a turn for the worse.

Between the tiny and thoughtful memorial sights for Mondatta, the bigotry had come out in full force.

NO OMNICS

HUMAN ONLY

TAKE BACK OUR CITY

Mondatta's statue was defaced. Someone had taken a welding torch to it. In ugly scars, the words "DESERVED IT" went down the statue's body. Tracer couldn't look away. It was endless. The hate was endless. There was a feeling in the city – no, not a feeling, a sickness. The sickness to want to hate, to fight to the bitter end, to eliminate everything until there was nothing.

Tracer was struck with hopelessness.

There was no way in hell that any speech, no matter how well it was written, could ever fix this. What infected the city, her city, was deep and profound. It ravaged King's Row, it ruined Russia, and the rest of the world was just as susceptible. And now, as she walked the rooftops of King's Row, she knew that the memorial service would only incite more violence and hate.

What are we even doing here?

"Miss Tracer? How does the view look?" Will's voice came through from the coms that Basho had so generously provided.

"No sign of suspicious activity." The crowd for the service slowly started to form. It was nearly show time. Tracer switched the frequency on her com. "How's Zenyatta?"

Deafening silence.

"Elia? Come in."

"O-oh! Sorry, I'm so sorry, Tracer. Zenyatta is fine – a little in pain but he's doing better."

"Nervous?"

"Is it that obvious?" Elia tried to sound brave. "It feels like last time. I-I don't like it. Dear Iris, can you feel it?"

"What?"

"The hate. I can feel it in my sensors. It's everywhere, Tracer. Everything my Master worked for is gone. It's-It's horrible. W-When we came here, he thought he could change it. He thought that if he could provide enough patience and love and-and understanding that all of this hate would go away. He thought that he could do it all, Tracer. He really did. If he saw this, if he could see the world….it would kill him. This isn't what he would want."

She had a few minutes before Zenyatta was due to make his appearance. Elia needed comfort. "Tell me, what would he want?"

"Oh, Tracer, he wanted…he dreamed of the day that we could walk with you in the light and were unafraid. If you could hear how happy he was when he spoke…I believed him. I completely believed him. When he said that the day was coming, that we could be free from tyranny, there wasn't a doubt in my mind that he was right. It was just waiting – waiting for the day. I would have waited with him until the world ended." Elia went silent for a moment. "I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"This, Tracer. I can't, I just can't. I can't be by Basho's side anymore. He's ruining my Mondatta's memory. All of this? It's a mock-up. It's my Mondatta's great and final moment. It's what would have been. He's so sure that if Mondatta was here, if he was able to give this great speech before he was-" Elia couldn't say it. "-Basho thinks it'll make the world better again. He believes that if this speech can be given, the war in Russia will stop and things will go back to the way they were before everything went to hell."

"Everyone grieves in their own way."

"I can't watch him do this to Mondatta anymore. Tracer, I'm leaving the monastery."

"When?"

"As soon as this is over. I can't do this anymore. I-I only stayed for my Master, not for Basho but I can't do it anymore. I would wake up in the morning and it was like he never gone. Then I would see Basho, strutting about, like he owned the place. It's killing me."

"Where will you go?"

"Wander perhaps? I would like to see more of this world before I go."

When she said wander, Tracer could see every worst case scenario in her mind. Elia being sold for scrap metal, Elia being tortured for her parts, Elia being left for dead in some desolate part of the world. If Zenyatta couldn't protect himself from violent attacks, how much better would Elia?

"You should come with us."

"What?"

"Us. Overwatch. We could – it would be best if that, if you want to stay with us. We're a good bunch. Loads of fun. Mornings are messy but we get through all right. You-You can have your own room and-and everything. You would never have to see Basho again."

"That sounds nice. Thank you Tracer, for everything. It is comforting to know that there are those still true to my Master's message."

Will gave the signal, a tap on his watch. His men, seven in plain clothes, stayed hidden in the crowd while the others stayed at the forefront of the crowd. Will was at the podium. He was tense. No doubt feeling the same as Elia and Tracer. One thought ran through Will's mind.

Not again. I will not fail.

Basho was the first to speak at the podium. "Tonight marks the night that we lost Master Tekhartha Mondatta. My Master was not personal with many but those who knew him best are here-" He glanced to Will and gain strength from knowing he was protected. "-and those who carry his message, you all, are here. The world is a little bit darker now that my Master is gone but if there is anyone who truly represents my Master's thoughts and ideals, it is Master Tekhartha Zenyatta. Please welcome him with me."

They applaud for Zenyatta but when they saw him, the dead ringer for Mondatta, they broke into tears. The crowd went wild. For one brief moment, it was like Mondatta had never died. He was standing before them, the glory that was Tekhartha Mondatta, and he was going to give the speech of his life. All they saw was Mondatta. No one saw Zenyatta. They didn't see the way he struggled to walk, how sluggish and lethargic his movements were. It was like magic the way the people in the crowd could only see a dead man in the place of a live one.

"Human, machine…we are all one within the Iris. Before me, I see the future: humans and Omnics standing together united by compassion by our common hopes and dreams."

Tracer was pulled under by the magic too. She could only see Mondatta. Zenyatta ceased to exist. A shadow dashed across Tracer's line of sight. The spell was broken. Tracer sprang into action. She sped silently through the night. Her feet gracing the rooftops of King's Row.

"Report in." Will's voice whispered in her ear. "Something up?"

Everything was quiet. Nothing was wrong.

"Trick of the light, luv. I'll keep watch."

"Reassess-" Will's voice cut in and out. "- on – sight –"

"Will? Will come in, Will. Please repeat-"

Another shadow and a sharp kick to her back, brought Tracer to her knees. She heard the soft tapping of heels. A soft sultry chuckle sent shivers down Tracer's spine.

"Ready for round two, cheri?"

Author's Note: Hey guys, I've been having problems uploading chapter recently. It's not the site's fault but my own crappy internet access. That being said, I've set up a Tumblr here and a Twitter here account. Follow me on these sites so you can have access to more Overwatch goodness and teasers to the next chapter every Friday as well as story updates. Again, I'm so sorry about the late updates. I will try to keep updating every Tuesday before 9 a.m. central time zone.