Tracer was in the Watchpoint's break room drinking a bottle of water and strolling through social media on her phone. Mercy walked in the room. "Oh, Mercy! How's that fellow I found at the beach?" She asked. "Oh, him. He's interesting really." Mercy kept thinking to herself. How could she tell Tracer that she had rescued the man who had saved her life so many years ago. "How so?" "Well, he asked me to take off the prosthetic I gave him and give him back his old one. Once I was done hooking that all up, he got up, put on some clothes, looked through some files to catch up on the past few years, and walked down to the beach where you found him." Tracer was surprised, like it was a suicide attempt. "Wait so… what's his deal?" Asked Tracer. "He was with Overwatch so many years ago, he's still getting his mind straight." Said Mercy. "Oh really, what's he done?" "Well, he was the old Owl commander." "Oh, you know, I met him a while back, Morrison sent me to his camp to deliver some files." Mercy was surprised to hear this. Had Prowler not told her who saved her life in Kings Row? "Really?" "Yeah, they're like the best of the best, aren't they?" "Well yes. Say Lena, are you sure that was the first time you've been in the same vicinity as him?" Tracer was about to say something but paused and looked at Mercy, a bit confused and curious. "What do you know?" Tracer asked. "The Kings Row mission…" Mercy went on to tell her all that happened while she was unconscious. "Wow. So he, he was…and…" Tracer was still trying to figure out how she felt about it all. "I…I feel like I should go say thank you" Said Tracer. "Yes, it might be in your best interest." Said Mercy. "But does he want to be disturbed?" Asked Tracer. Before Mercy could say anything, a message came over the intercom. "Tracer and Mercy, please come to my lab immediately." Said Winston. The two ran up to Winston's lab where he was working on his big computer with Prowler's Terminal. "What's up big guy?" Asked Tracer. "Come take a look at this." Said Winston. Tracer blinked up to the computer. "So I got the Terminal working. This guy's file is Commander Axl "Prowler" Clarkson, Founder and Commandant of Owl, KIA 5 years ago." "He seems fine." Said Tracer. "And looking into the terminal, I found something that I think he should look into." Winston played an the screen an audio file from the terminal, a man with a British accent started talking. "Prowler… look everybody says you're dead, but you've been in worse, much worse than a helicopter crash. Now look, Smith, she kind of, she… things are bad. I can't believe I let her into a position of power. In case you didn't know, Overwatch is in a bad position, they won't last much longer, and now, Owl is dying. I'm preparing an escape, we're heading toward Sub-Zion, we as in the Owls who still follow you. There aren't many of us. I'm not sure how, but if you can get to Sub-Zion, we can thrive again. We can be heroes, like we set out to be. Until then, don't trust any Owls, if they're with Smith, they aren't friendly. Miller out." "Who was that?" Asked Tracer. "I recognize that voice, and that name." Said Mercy. "What?" Asked both Winston and Tracer. "He came into my office here, a few years ago, he got his disabled legs replaced with metal ones, he…when was that message sent out?" Winston checked the screen. "Five years ago." "That seems about right." Said Mercy. "Let's take this to him, we'll see if he knows where to go." Said Tracer.