Disclaimer: I still don't own Overwatch. But I'll be damned if I stop trying to!
Ana Amari was not enjoying her time in Korea. The bustle and noise weren't something she really enjoyed at her age. The old soldier had answered the Overwatch recall almost instantly and had been sent to Korea just as fast. Only allowing a day or two before contacting Winston and rejoining her former organisation.
She didn't want to seem to happy to be back into the fight after all. That was more Reinhardt's thing, the big oaf that he was.
After joining and reacquainting herself with her former friends and now allies, Winston had sent her on a recruitment mission. Since only herself, Mercy, Solider 76 and Mei had answered the recall, most of the current members were out recruiting as Overwatch's numbers had taken a hit. Mainly because it was disbanded and is now an illegal organisation.
Ana didn't really care about the political details though. She had enough of politics when she was younger, now she just wanted to get the job done.
Honestly she was surprised that McCree and Tracer hadn't rejoined before she had. Those two youngsters were two of the best field agents she had ever seen, and that was comparing them to Morrison and Reyes in their prime. Ana personally thought those two should be the priority individuals to recruit, not this Korean child who thought combat was a game.
But when she had inquired Winston where the two were, the ape had said he knew next to nothing nothing about McCree's whereabouts. The man had gone completely cowboy and left behind no means to track him. When he got to Tracer, Winston had started sniffling, embarrassingly enough for Ana. She could barely manage her little Fareeha crying when she was young, how was she meant to deal with a grown man, gorilla, crying on her. Once Winston had calmed down, he told her of how he lost contact with Tracer after 18 months from the disbanding of Overwatch.
Ana frowned sadly to herself as she exited the airport. Tracer, Lena, was like a second daughter to her. Which had made it kind of awkward when the flirty Brit had hit on her a few times early on. While it was flattering, Ana was a bit too old to even entertain anything with her. In all honestly, she got along far better with Lena than she did Fareeha. She and Fareeha loved each other as any mother and daughter should, but their relationship was strained at best.
Looking around, Ana spotted the sign she was looking for. Her guide in the Korean city had a sign with Ana's own tattoo on it, which allowed for Ana to easily discern who it was she had to follow to meet the child Winston had set an appointment with.
How the ape did the things he did, Ana didn't really know. From what she was told, this Korean girl was a big shot in gaming these days. That Winston somehow inconspicuously got into contact with the girl and set up a meeting showed that he was at the least, a competent leader in Ana's eye.
Ana was sitting down across from her target, sipping on a cup of tea appreciatively. Really, her tastes had changed as she aged. She used to survive almost on alcohol alone back in her younger days.
Her eye narrowed as she noticed the little girl across from her wasn't paying any attention whatsoever to her. The girl was flicking her phone frantically with her feet up on the desk in between the two.
Ana sighed mentally, she was already tiring of this girl in front of her. Was she really worth the effort of trying to recruit? Maybe she should teach the brat a thing or two before taking her back to Overwatch.
"I'll be frank with you girl. It seems neither of us want to be here, so I'll get this over with. Overwatch extends an invitation to you. I am remaining in this city for two days, I expect an answer by then." Ana's voice held no emotion, it was as dry as a desert.
The girl in front of her suddenly stopped flicking on her phone, took her feet off the table and sat forward, facing Ana eagerly.
"Overwatch? Are you serious? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Questions were fired out quickly, combined with the thick accent, it took a bit for Ana to regain her bearings form the sudden mood shift.
"Ah… Yes, Overwatch wishes for you to joi-" Ana's sentence was cut off as she heard a slam against the rooms wall. A few moments later she heard the doors lock being opened, so she brought up her pistol with a sleep dart loaded in it.
Who the hell would be interfering in this? The Korean girl clearly didn't know, as she also had a pistol aimed at the door. That earned her a few points in Ana's book. Always be prepared.
The door opened and a small and feminine figure walked through.
Short brown hair was slicked back to spike up, showing the forehead of the person. A slightly too large black jacket was over the person's torso, which allowed a view of the pale, slender shoulders. A startlingly red singlet covered the person's middle, contrasting greatly with the other colours. Tight black pants that went into the sides of black combat boots completed the person's attire.
But the clothing wasn't what stood out to Ana.
It was the glowing red chest piece that stood out.
A chest piece that Ana definitely remembered to be blue.
A chest piece that only one person in the world required, a person Ana knew quite well.
"T- Tracer? Is that you?" Ana's voice shook from the sheer surprise of the person's identity. She lowered her pistol as the revelation sunk in.
"Wait, Tracer? As in the Tracer? From Overwatch?" Korean girl across from her all but yelled, awe reverberating in her voice.
Almost glowing brown eyes widened in surprise, and a grin covered Tracer's face.
"Ana? Oh love, it's been so long!" The accented voice brought back memories in the old soldier.
The oldest and youngest females, so surprised that they were, never really took in the grin that covered Tracer's face. A slightly manic and hungry grin.
AN: Just an idea I'm playing with, let me know if you'd like a continuation of it.
Hope I did Ana's character justice, she's one of my favourites.
If my description of her isn't enough, there are a few pieces of art that depict a 'bad' Tracer. Because black and red clothing means bad. Especially when combined with slicked back hair. That's just villain 101 right there.
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