"Lena!" Winston bellowed joyfully, hugging his missed friend.
"All right, let me breathe!"
"Sorry," He said, letting Tracer go. She was wearing her pilot uniform. She grinned and gave him a hug back.
" How did you get here? It's only been and hour since the message would have got through* and youd have to get here."
"Well," She said, "the second I got your message, I knew I had to get here straight away. I was flying, so I er, hooked up my blinker to the engine."
She looked up at Winston as he stared at her, horrified.
"Lena, you could have DIED!"
"Oh, don't worry about it. It's not like anything went wro-"
CRASH
The front window smashed and none other than Doomfist rolled onto the floor, surrounded by shattered glass, his giant gold fist glinting.
"Wow" Tracer said faintly.
"Run Lena. I'll deal with this." Winston said, cracking his neck, and revving up his jet booster engine. They were in the upper office, and they could just see Doomfist walking around, looking for them, he supposed.
"I don't think so. I'll go up behind him." she whispered, "what's he doing here anyway?"
But Winston was busy preparing to fight, quietly opening the door and sneaking out.
"Good luck," Tracer said, and blinked away, taking out her guns.
N*After Overwatch was disbanded, the government put security onto Winston's systems, and forced him to stay at Gibraltar. He developed a cloaking device though, but his message still would have taken time to get through the security.