"You got this?" Tracer asked looking though a pair of binoculars. "Yes." Reaper rasped. "Stay out of sight and only come if I'm not back in an hour." Tracer made a bored face. "I don't see why I can't come." Tracer said.
"She'll suspect you." Reaper rasped and with that vanished in a purple trail of smoke. Widowmaker had a simple mission, kill the person with inside knowledge on Talon. She was quickly knocked to the floor in the next second. She felt a throbbing pain in her cheek.
She felt blood dripping from her chin. She winced though the pain and got up, grabbing her rifle. "Reaper." She said pointing her rifle at him. "That's right." He growled, drawing both of his shotguns. He quickly hit her in face with one of his shotguns. She dodged, shooting her own gun on rapid fire at him.
She suddenly felt a pain in her mouth. Reaper had punched her with his metal gauntlet. Reaper kicked her in nose then slammed her head against the ground, knocking her out.
Tracer was watching the whole fight though the binoculars. She perked up when Reaper came dragging Widowmaker's limp body. "Nice job, Reap!" She said as she eyed the blood on his metal gauntlets.
"She's down." Reaper rasped. "Reap." Tracer asked. "Do you take joy in this, hurting others?" Reaper turned around. "Only the ones that deserve it." He rasped as he walked up to the airship. "Winston, I've knocked her out." Reaper said. "Be sure to take any trackers out of her body." Back in the airship Reaper walked up to Tracer. "Why do you try?"
"What?"
"You're always kind to me. Why?"
"I believe everyone deserves some kindness."
"I've killed Overwatch agents across the world and you still think that?'
"Everyone deserves a second chance."
"Even me."
"Yes."
"I'm literally the physical embodiment of death."
"That doesn't mean you don't deserve a second chance. Why would you help us then?"
"Because it's legal to do what I do now."
"Ah rubbish!" Tracer said. "It's prob'ly 'cause redemption or something."
"Do I look like the kind of person who want to redeem myself?" Reaper asked coldly and slowly. "Yeah!" Tracer said. "You look like exactly the kinda person to redeem themselves."