Tracer

Club Se7en was absolutely exploding with sound, lights, and people. Lena could barely move without rubbing shoulders with other humans and omnics alike. Lucio himself wasn't on the stage yet, but whoever was performing fulfilled their role wonderfully, their electric sounds booming through the plethora of speakers and literally vibrating the floor and Lena herself. It was impossible to hear anyone or anything but the music clearly unless one yelled directly into another's ear. If Sombra wanted to get away, it would be simply a matter of time, but every chance Lena looked back to see if the girl was still with her or not, she was, her dramatic make-up glowing in the darkness when the montage of lights flickering about weren't hitting her directly.

Perhaps the Talon agent truly only wanted to have fun. It seemed overly farfetched, but her story was seeming more and more likely as time went on. Before they had entered the club, tickets had to be presented at the door, and upon being granted entrance, the last verbal exchange Lena and Sombra had was when the hacker nonchalantly exposed how she had obtained her own ticket.

"Made and printed myself about four hours ago. Neat, huh?" Sombra had bragged, and Lena could only roll her eyes.

Everywhere one looked, people and omnics were dancing or simply yelling/conversing within the stadium. Various levels made for a diverse range of options, with stairs leading up to another area that housed yet a secondary bar, chairs, and platforms where servers and bouncers patrolled regularly. It was good to see, to be perfectly honest, but it seemed as though everyone present was truly attempting to enjoy themselves to the maximum. Smiles were aplenty, with humans dancing with humans, omnics dancing with omnics, and humans dancing with omnics. It made Lena fill with joy and excitement, anticipating what the world could be like if she succeeded in Overwatch's mission. It also made Lena wonder how someone like Widowmaker would react to such a scene? Was she even capable of feeling what Lena felt? And if not, how tragic was that? It made the young Overwatch agent even more anxious to confront her again.

Lena met Sombra's gaze and nodded toward the bar. She wanted a drink, and the other girl agreed with a quick snap of her neck. They managed to muscle their way to the counter after some time, and once Lena and "Oli" had shots in their hands, they clinked their glasses together and downed the beverage in a single gulp. Lena immediately ordered more, and Sombra kept pace without batting an eye. After a few rounds, Lena felt the alcohol working its way through her system pleasantly. She slapped her cheeks giddily and knew the buzz was kicking in just enough to allow her a good time, but not enough to hinder her abilities. She had to monitor Sombra still, after all.

'Fancy a dance, Luv?' Lena yanked at Sombra, and the Hispanic laughed.

'Bring it, Girlie!'

It was strange, because Sombra was, essentially, the enemy, but there was something wild and free about her that didn't place her directly in Lena's "bad guy" file. Widowmaker was the same but different as well. The more Lena learned about her, the more she wanted to see her again and help somehow. She was a victim, and her life was being abused at the hands of Talon. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right.

'Is that how you're gonna dance? Hahah!'

'Can't keep up?' Lena utilized her time control to manipulate her body in an even more dramatic fashion, and Sombra just kept giggling, her own moves rather stylish and contained, but still rhythmic and quite adorable, if Lena was going to be completely honest with herself.

The girls must've been quite the pair, for they seemed to generate a small party of onlookers, their contrasting chemistry drawing a crowd perhaps even unconsciously. Lena's dance was something only she could possibly pull off, the lights and sounds adding to the way she seemingly teleported her body's actions. Sombra's sense of the beat was something to behold as well, and her unconventional take on the blistering, electronic songs and the hard bass drops that filtered through the tracks was nearly hypnotizing.

Inevitably, perhaps, although Lena rarely thought she had any form of attractiveness to the opposite sex, a few individuals attempted to do more than simply dance nearby, like many currently did. A pair of hands wrapped around Lena's torso, and a body pressed up against her back, rubbing into her closely. She could tell it was likely a male's, and although the act itself didn't bother her excessively, she couldn't say she favoured the assumption that she wanted to be touched by a total stranger either. She moved forward a bit actively, subtly trying to show her disinterest, but her "partner" was persistent, and the hands returned, suddenly a little more daring, to Lena's annoyance now. They groped her stomach, navigating upward until they nudged her chronal accelerator, pausing at the unexpected hardness when the coveted soft sensation was anticipated.

That was enough for Lena. Her chronal accelerator was literally her lifeline, and nobody touched it without permission. She stopped and turned, making eye-contact with the (admittedly) decent looking young man. He had long, messy blonde hair, from what Lena could see, and when the lights flashed over his face, she could catch a glimpse of a square jaw with some bristle that charmed more than didn't. Nonetheless, Lena furrowed her brow and shook her head.

'Not interested, Mate. Sorry.' She said sternly, but he obviously couldn't hear her, or perhaps couldn't even see properly, because he moved in again, this time taking Lena by the waist and shifting his leg between her own.

'You're cute, babe!' He mumbled maybe, but Lena couldn't be sure. Her fist clenched, her temper flaring, and just as she was about to get a little more forceful, somebody else grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the mismatch, and bringing her in close.

'Back off, Scrub!' Sombra's voice practically entered into Lena's ear, and before she could say "thanks", her mouth was occupied by the other girl's without warning. It took a second in Lena's buzzed state, but she understood what was happening in another. Sombra was kissing her, and not just with a peck, but full-on, lips wide and locked, tongue deep, and aggressive as anything else, making out with Lena in the middle of Club Se7en with a small entourage of others witnessing the display of affection. Small whistles, cheers, and encouragement sounded, and Lena simply went with it, emotions and needs spiraling out of her control until she was gripping Sombra's face and grinding into her with her body, their chests touching and legs entangled as they continued to move somewhat to the music.

It was a reminder as to why Lena liked girls more to begin with. She could taste something like blackberry on Sombra's lips, and the softness of the other woman's mouth was just too elating. She smelled good. Her hair was silky smooth, and her curves were slender as well as pleasing the more Lena allowed her own touch to explore.

In the moment, with the intense music continuing and others utilizing the lack of light and recklessness in the air, Lena imagined what it would be like to show Widowmaker a similarly good time. Her beauty was hard to ignore, without a doubt, and the fact her life was being thrown away so selfishly made Lena even more adamant about reminding the woman what it meant to be alive and to feel affection for someone.

Sombra's mouth opened, and she nibbled on Lena's bottom lip, backing away finally and giggling in her mischievous way.

'Heheh. Looks like someone's feelin' a little frustrated these days, huh? You're a butt girl, I take it? Because you were definitely sizing me up there. Satisfied?'

'You started it, Luv. I was just finishing it.'

'True enough. But if you think I have somethin' worth groping, you haven't seen our own Widowmaker close enough to know that she's got one of the best derriere's out there.'

Lena tried to act disinterested as she kept dancing, her and Sombra closer than before, their faces mere inches apart and their bodies still interacting seductively to any who had the pleasure of noticing them in the enormous crowd, but the hacker was clever, and clearly gave attention to even the smallest details.

'I'll send you her location here and there if you want a rematch. She's gonna be busy soon, by the looks of things. Might be worth a peek, yeah?'

'Why would you…?'

'Meh. Because it's interesting? Because you obviously got the hots for her? Because you're some kinda superhero that wants to save our poor little spider? Because focusing on her makes it easier to forget about other red-headed chicks? Same as dancing with me and whatever? You tell me.'

'I'm not…' Lena's eye twitched, but she recovered, not allowing Sombra to take the upper hand. 'Fine by me, Luv. I take her out and you guys are down one of your best; works for me, you know?'

'Oh, I know.' Sombra laughed, but Lena wouldn't let her have the last one, and she turned her head, kissing Sombra's neck and sucking on her skin. The hacker actually let out a small groan, the barrage of words she apparently always had ready ceased for but a moment as Lena worked her magic. She knew how to pleasure girls better than most guys could, and even Sombra was suspect to the right amount of sexual force.

'Jesus…' Sombra sighed, grabbing at Lena's backside and squeezing. 'Not bad, Girlie. Not bad at all…'

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the lights flashed about before redirecting their focus upon the stage. The D.J. who had been running the show bowed down, and the cheers erupted uncontrollably as what sounded like some sort of theme song exploded out of the speakers.

'Here's our guy…' Sombra whispered into Lena's ears, and the Overwatch agent turned, her head a little light, but the prominently green ambiance cascading over a figure who practically leapt onto the scene. The cheering became even more insane; humans and omnics losing their collective minds.

'Hope you're ready for some Lucy-o-o!' The celebrity screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing between all the walls and into the hearts of everyone who had joined him. Lena could barely make out the details, but his impressive hair was swaying within the flashing lights, his hand in the air and various illuminations from his own outfit beaming through the crowd.

It was deafening how loud the audience supported the artist, and even Lena was whistling, pumping her fist into the air. This man was exactly what Overwatch was fighting for. She felt energized and ready to converse with him the moment the concert was over. She was happy Winston sent her on such a mission. Her pride and ambition meshed perfectly with the persona that swayed the masses in such a positive fashion. The energy in the massive club could hardly be contained.

'Brilliant!' Lena hollered, and she heard Sombra laugh next to her, not nearly as enthusiastic, of course.

'Thank-you for joining me, everyone! This concert is part of my grand Synaesthesia Auditiva tour, and it's because of support like this that anything is possible!'

'Oi. He's just a bundle of joy, ain't he?' Sombra muttered, but her negativity couldn't be heard, because the response continued to drown out everything else.

'Any and all proceeds raised because of this tour are going directly to the "WeR1" foundation that continues to assist with relief and stabilization around the world! Because of the Omnic War, millions of lives are still in shambles, and I will do everything in my power to help anyone and everyone I can! Further donations can be made on my personal website, and the donation tiers outline the rewards I'll provide when the transaction is complete! Sound good?'

Everyone yelled out affirmation, Lena noticing some people already working through their phones, potentially to contribute immediately.

'Awesome! Awesome! You're all the best! Now, without further adieu, let's get this party started!'

'Yeah!' Lena jumped again, and she wasn't alone whatsoever.

'I can't hear you! I said: Let's. Get. This. Party. Started!'

The whole club was shaking due to the overwhelming response, and in another second, Lucio dropped the beat that reverberated throughout every soul present. Lena could tell immediately that his command of music was extraordinary, forcing the melodies prior into oblivion. There was a reason Lucio had gained such a massive following, and his talent was instantly put on display for all to witness, his passion and dedication to his craft shining through even to the most ignorant.

'Whooo! Do you feel that!?' Lucio's voice bounced everywhere, his dreadlocks frolicking around him and the lights simply dazzling amidst his display. He scratched discs and jumped about, shifting sounds and effects with seemingly little to no effort.

It was a wonderful song full of hope and inspiration, and Lena couldn't stop herself from dancing. She turned to Sombra, who appeared just a little sour, and pulled her in, grabbing at her hands and swinging them around with her.

'If he could've, he would have helped you, too!' Lena said quite seriously, but Sombra laughed it off, evidently safeguarding that side of herself rather readily.

'I'm beyond saving, Girlie.'

And Lena knew to leave it at that. She and Sombra revelled in the music, and Lena allowed the world around her to become engraved in her memory. She smiled at an omnic dancing a bit offbeat, and he waved at her a little shyly. She screamed and jumped about, shaking and shimmying all around, sometimes matching Sombra's moves and teasing the other girl with some suggestive acts of her own. The tracks faded into one another, but Lena couldn't get enough. Everyone was together, enjoying this moment in the Iris as Mondatta could only dream of. It was an emotional turn of events, and Lena could only cheer anytime Lucio called out to his fans, sweat gleaming off his dark skin within the blitzing lights.

It was wonderful. It was almost too wonderful. It was the potential of humanity and omnics alike.

'Here comes a big one, yo! Are you ready for it?'

'He's not bad.' Sombra said loud enough for Lena to hear her words laced with oppression suddenly. She grabbed Sombra's wrist, her chest tightening instinctively.

'Don't!' She pleaded, somehow knowing the hacker was finally done playing.

'Sorry, "Luv". I get a job, I follow through.'

'No!' Lena repeated her disdain.

'Aw, come on! You all can do better than that! Let me hear you scream!'

'Oh, they'll scream alright.' Sombra giggled.

'Sombra! Please!'

She thought if she kept her close everything would be fine. She thought she could maybe even influence her positively somehow. She thought she could help Sombra first and Widowmaker second. She thought so very, very wrong.

'Boop.' Sombra's grin widened across her face, and suddenly, the entire building was swallowed in a perfect abyss of darkness.

Immediate panic. Even the backup generators weren't kicking in. Phones were brought out, but collectively they couldn't do that much. What sort of monsters had Talon collected into a single organization? Sombra had nuked Numbani's electricity like that? Or was it just Club Se7en?

It didn't matter. What mattered was Lena had to evaluate her current situation and react accordingly. What was Sombra's objective? Why kill the lights? What was in Numbani that benefitted Talon to proceed in such a way?

The Overwatch agent's eyes stretched open, her body being shoved every which way. She was light to begin with, so it was easy to trample her. Lena dashed out alongside the crowd, but the congestion at the doors only created a bottleneck of humans and omnics.

'Rubbish…' Lena groaned. How had Sombra escaped so quickly? She was obviously nowhere to be seen. How far back did her planning extend? Was it all just an act? Would Lena receive information about Widowmaker still? Did Sombra find any joy in her outing with Lena? Were Talon agents a lost cause first and foremost? Would Widowmaker laugh in Lena's face again if she tried to offer a helping hand to the pitiful woman?

'Coming through!' Lena announced prior to blinking amidst the crowd. She had to get out and determine what needed to be done to counter whatever Sombra and Talon were planning. Lucio had an entourage to protect him, but not every citizen in Numbani had that luxury, so, they came first. Lena would do everything in her power to help those that couldn't help themselves. She was blessed with abilities that she would always use for the betterment of mankind and omnics.

Upon making it out of Club Se7en finally, Lena was welcomed with utter darkness within the city of Numbani save for the sparse stars and partially hidden moon that remained in the sky. The citizens of the wonderful place were in near-panic, and rightly so. A power outage of this scale wasn't normally possible, and even if it was, there was always some form of backup. But not this time. Sombra was proving her strength, and she was indefinitely a force to be reckoned with if she was capable of hacking such a state-of-the-art civilization so deeply.

Lena was shoved this way and that as she continued to scan the area, searching for some meaning behind all of this. The thought that it was just a silly prank passed through her mind, but she knew it was only false hope and naiveté fueling that notion. As instinctively as she felt Sombra's shift in demeanor, she knew something big was coming, and the hair on her head fizzled in anticipation.

A familiar tune played within Lena's pocket, and she hastily picked up her phone, bringing it to her ear and dashing into the crowd further, hearing Winston's voice on the other line.

"Get to the airport now! Genji and I will rendezvous with you there! The mission changed shortly after you departed! Numbani has been compromised! Talon is trying to get Doomfist back in action! We have to stop that from happening at all costs!"

'Roger!' Lena kept pushing, blinking and leaping about through the city. It was some intense information all at once, but because of the immediate crisis, Lena's adrenaline allowed her to adapt without compromise. This was a mission she could redeem herself in. If she stopped Doomfist from rejoining Talon's ranks, perhaps she could sleep a little easier at night without replaying that same moment again and again when she evaded death only to deliver it to someone much worthier than she.

A notification sounded on Lena's phone again, and midair, she checked the message from an unknown sender. She could figure it out easily enough, however, and her chest ached at the futility she suddenly felt.

"Thanks for the sexy time, Girlie. Good luck."

Lena bit at her lip and pushed harder, her chronal accelerator buzzing through her demands. As she approached the airport, her legs being taxed with effort, an explosion erupted from her destination, and shrieks of fear sounded all around her. Moments ago, thousands were screaming for joy. Now, tens of thousands were howling in shock and confusion.

'Just a little further…!' Lena wheezed, and another explosion went off at the airport quickly coming closer into view. Lena's eyes were adjusting to the night as she went, but that didn't help the fact she didn't have her pistols on her. She could only distract and evade Doomfist until Winston and Genji made it. If anyone was up to such a daunting task, it was her.

A third explosion followed by a multitude of more minor ones shook the very ground Lena leapt from, and she staggered, breaking her way into the airport by blinking past the various omnic guards and police. She was commanded to "stop", but there was no time to explain. Upon entering the main entrance to Numbani's airport, Lena glanced around to gauge the situation as quickly as her mind would allow. More than a dozen OR15 units lay in shambles, sparks of life electrifying the air with their last gasps. Craters littered the flooring and walls, with glass shattered every which way, and the sheer volume of destruction intimidating even to one of Overwatch's finest.

'Tracer…' A low voice rumbled, with some form of backup, battery-operated lighting barely casting a red hue about the whole area. Lena found the speaker, and she swallowed deeply, seeing the sheer force that was Doomfist and the incredible gauntlet that he had finally stolen back. The piece of equipment whirred in response to his voice, and in another second, an OR15's head was crushed within it, a sad groan escaping from the machine's voice box before it was nothing more than sparks like its brethren before it.

'The cavalry's here, Luv, and I'm gonna stop you dead in your tracks.'

'Oh?' Doomfist turned, standing very still but leaving not a single opening. Lena could tell; he was a born and bred fighter. He was waiting for her to make the first move, maybe, and then he would react in turn, honing his sense of combat to beat even someone with the speed Lena could command.

'If you prove more powerful than I, then that was all I had to offer to this world.' He cracked his enormous neck, shifting his stance ever so slightly. Not a single OR15 unit remained active. He had single-handily destroyed them all. The numbers had been against him, but he won nonetheless. Lena couldn't underestimate yet another beast in Talon's grasp.

'However, I very much doubt that will be the result.' Unexpectantly, Doomfist launched himself into the air, and as if propelled by an imaginary force, he came down on Lena with incredible speed. Lena, naturally, dodged with ease, but even his impact with the ground caused a force that pushed Lena off balance, and she had to waste another blink to evade projectiles that skimmed her cheek. Doomfist kept the pressure up, and he was on Lena again, dashing forward and completely obliterating anything that got in his way, his gauntlet sending all debris through windows and crashing into walls. Lena recalled her place, but it did little to save her from another attack, as Doomfist closed the gap yet again, thrusting his right arm forward and even extending it slightly, the air parting for its attack and whooshing past Lena's face as she leapt away, using the last of her blinks available for seconds she didn't have.

'Bloody hell…!' Lena gasped, knowing she was being outmatched again. Sure, she didn't have any means of fighting back, but staying out of the enemy's grasp was her specialty, and yet, this man was reading her every move before she even made it seemingly.

'Impressive, but still underdeveloped.' Doomfist mocked, and Lena grimaced at what came next, for her chronal accelerator was recovering, while Doomfist was only getting started.

Fortunately, from deeper within the airport, glass exploded, and Winston's amazing form sprung from the steps leading into the actual airport of Numbani. He met Doomfist in melee combat, and matched the man's power with his own, the gorilla's skin and hair already red with fury. Another form joined the fray as well, and Lena caught sight of the infamous Genji, of the Shimada clan and former Blackwatch agent. He was one of the few that could somewhat keep up with Lena's speed, but his skill with the sword was nearly unrivaled, and he made use of said talent by assisting Winston in quite the spectacle of combative prowess.

'Hmph. So, you would use your numbers to overwhelm a threat beyond your capabilities? That will not always be a luxury afforded to man!' Doomfist growled, but he was obviously being pushed back now. Overwatch was a large organization even after the disbandment and newer recall, but within the large organization there were only approximately a dozen extraordinary members that could quite literally shift an entire war. They were considered heroes and heralded as such for a reason. Genji could potentially fall under such a category now, but Winston and Lena were, without a doubt, part of that super elite categorization. As two pistols slid near Lena a second later, thanks perhaps to Winston's foresight, the "poster child" of Overwatch was ready to prove just that.

'Heheh! Now it's time to play for real!' Lena laughed, and she was in the fight anew, keeping her distance but firing off her Pulse Pistols to at least pick at Doomfist's focus while Genji and Winston kept the pressure up. As good as Doomfist was, and he was nothing short of amazing physically, he was quite clearly on the defensive, and there was little chance he would subdue three legendary Overwatch agents all on his own. Doomfist attempted to create distance with his hand cannon shots, but Genji was like a magnet to the bullets, deflecting them with heightened sense and agility. Winston managed the massive gauntlet in the meantime, and Lena's bullets ricocheted off a minor barrier Doomfist had constantly erected due to his perceivable cybernetic enhancements. Nonetheless, the Talon monster was losing his edge, and it was only a matter of time prior to the man's…

'Psst. Miss me?' Lena felt a tap and the words whisper into her ear before it felt almost as though a spirit passed through her, ripping at her innards and rendering her chronal accelerator's time manipulation capabilities useless. The whole area shivered in a violet hue, and suddenly, Doomfist was in the air, Genji and Winston both caught off balance, perhaps also having their superhuman abilities compromised to some extent.

Lena caught sight of Sombra for but a moment, and she was gone in another, teleporting with a buzz as if she hadn't been there at all. After another second, Doomfist's incredible form slammed into the ground. He was like a meteor, and his impact with the airport's flooring reacted appropriately, the earth upturned, and another wave of power pushing any and all away from its centre. Winston, Genji, and Lena flew in all directions, dust, rubble, and further debris exploding every which way, all remaining windows within the vicinity shattering instantaneously. Lena wiped her eyes, and stumbled to her feet, but a smoke bomb was already filling the area, and Doomfist was quite evidently gone. The advantage Overwatch had was lost, and with it, Doomfist's re-imprisonment.

Lena heard Winston hacking away and a solemn sigh from Genji. She withdrew her phone and began tapping at it furiously.

"Is everything just a game to you? You'll do anything as long as you get paid?"

The response was almost immediate. Lena had barely hit "send".

"I told you, didn't I? I had a job. Job done. Lotsa money coming my way. Cut the network and give Doomgloom an opportunity to escape? Easy-peasy. Glad you survived the big guy's super attack thingy though."

"You don't have to work for them, you know? Overwatch will take you in."

"Save it for Spider, Girlie. I know what I'm doing, at least. Still got my brain and all."

"Which means you can be reasoned with, don't it?"

"Oh. Neato. Guess we're all going to Venice soon. Get your plane tickets. Spider is probably goin' to be there."

"What? Why Venice?"

But no matter how many messages Lena sent from then onward, she didn't receive another reply. Eventually, the texts were bounced back, and she knew Sombra would only ever contact her again on her terms and her terms only.