About two weeks had passed since then. The time in which that happened could be summed up real easy. The next morning, Tracer, Winston, Mercy, and Emily has all left Sub-Zion. Nobody saw Prowler after the talk he had with Tracer, and nobody really knew what happened to him, but Miller said it was "alright." Miller also let his daughter go with promise that she would see him in London sooner or later. The night before that, Emily had introduced her girlfriend to her dad after a decade, not that she needed much of an introduction though, but the three did have a nice bonding experience over dinner that night. Mercy helped out some of the medical personnel on the ships, and Winston made some major improvements to the ships engines and other systems, making them run much more efficient. Then, they all left. Miller gave them the promise that if Sub-Zion needed anything from Overwatch, they would reach out. Before they left, Tracer asked Miller what happened to Prowler. He said "You know Prowler is kind of like a snake. You don't know where it is, and if you're smart, you won't want to find it." Then he left. Back at the base, Mercy and Winston ran some checkups on Tracer to try and figure out what was hurting her so bad. But for the most part, they couldn't find anything, they just gave her some painkillers and hoped for the best. They helped her, but not by much. So after Emily had left back to London to take care of her child, Tracer began sneaking large amounts of alcohol onto the base. Alcohol wasn't illegal on base, they had a wine cellar, next to where Genji had set up his own little living quarters after failing to get out of the basement, but she was sneaking in hard stuff, like liquor and whiskey. She'd drink it in places where nobody could find her, sometimes her room, the bathroom, the balcony, outside, in a car, plane, or shuttle. Anywhere where she was out of activity's way, she'd drink, she'd drink until her blood alcohol content got dangerously high, she kept on thinking that it'd help, help more than the painkillers, but what she didn't realize is that was that when it stopped hurting, she really couldn't feel the rest of her body either. One night, she opened her fridge, took out the empty pizza boxes she had in there as a concealer, and pulled out a cord board box that she had all of her alcohol in and opened it. But only empty bottles. "Blast." She said. She put the boxes back in the fridge. Then she had an idea. She blinked out of her room and into an elevator and went down to the first floor. She blinked through the hallway until she found the stairway that lead to the basement and ran down to it. "Hey Genji." She said as she ran past him. Genji was napping on a couch next to a lamp he set up down there. She ran into the wine cellar. She blinked through the room at different places, looking for the best wines she could find. She eventually left with one bottle of white wine and three bottles of red wine. "Now, let's do a bit of wine tasting, shall we?" She ran through the base with the bottles, avoiding others as well as security cameras. She eventually got back to her room, went onto the balcony, put the bottles down, picked up a red one, cracked it open with her teeth, spat the cork out, and gave a cheers to the field in front of her. She drank the whole bottle faster than she could run a mile, with the Chronal accelerator and all. After that, she almost immediately went onto the next one. "You know, you really shouldn't do that." Said a voice behind her, it sounded familiar. She pulled out her pulse pistols and aimed them at him. Then she saw him. "Prowler?" She said. The wine must have hit her harder than she thought. She put away the pistols "What, what are you doing here?" She asked. "I figured I had some unfinished business here." He said. "Is this about Sub-Zion?" "It's as much about Sub-Zion as it is about you." Tracer thought. She remembered, Prowler had meant to recruit Tracer to Sub-Zion. "So, you in or out?" Asked Prowler. "Well, what would I be doing?" "That depends… you can either be our official link to Overwatch, follow us on saving hostages, coordinate efforts between us and Overwatch while still having your gig here. Or you can be a pilot." Tracer was hit with a wave of stress somehow. She still had the blueprints for the serum I her jacket pocket. She pulled it out. "Is that really an option?" Asked Tracer. "If I didn't let you in because of you not having your powers, what would Sub-Zion be?" He said. Tracer thought for a minute. She looked at the papers. "I'll do it." She said, ripping them up and letting them go into the wind. "So you're going to be Overwatch's connection, huh?" Asked Prowler. "Yep." "No more going back to your piloting job?" "Nope, I just need to…" she paused and smiled. "…look at the bigger picture." She picked up the three other wine bottles and dropped them over the edge."Well then, let's go see Winston and make it official, shall we?" Asked Prowler. "You haven't talked it over with him yet?" "No, he doesn't even know I'm here, I let myself in." Prowler said. Tracer chuckled. "Well let's g…" a major explosion was heard in Watchpoint.
[UPDATE]
Hey, thanks so much for reading this far! This is the end of the first part, with a second one on the way. However I am going to be taking a short hiatus to write it up as well as take a break. I'll try to start getting the chapters out before August, but I can only promise it will happen before September. Again, thank you so much for reading, and I will see you all later.