Chapter 29- Water

Man, you guys are mean. Of course, you picked normal story. Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to write the next normal chapter. However, this was a scene I was planning to write next chapter anyway, and since it got a few votes, I extended the scene a bit and went with this. This'll let me get into the action faster next chapter, and it is relevant in its own way, even if it might not seem like it immediately. I know I'm a little late, but that's, like, by minutes my time. So, cut me some slack please, hahah. Anyway, happy anniversary! Thank you so much to everyone who's been with this story from the beginning, and thank you to all those who are just now finding this tale I began on a whim. It means so much to me that you all like what I do. So, without further ado, here's a short and sweet chapter for you guys. The pain train will be picking up next time, though, don't worry.

P.S.: I just made some major changes to how some events are going to unfold in the story, so I might need to take a bit longer so I can get the details worked out. Thanks for your patience!

It was supposed to be an easy mission. For the most part, it was. Tracer, McCree, and Genji had been stationed in Ilios for a few days to watch for Talon activity. Supposedly, there had been suspicious sightings of people scouting out the ruins. Nothing major or impossible to handle. None of the threesome actually expected there to be a robbery, much less in the broad daylight during tour hours.

Tracer was with Genji, perched atop the ruins, out of sight of most of the civilians. McCree was in the boat they had been supplied by Overwatch, checking the coast for any signs of people trying to get into the ruins illegitimately via water. It was a fairly normal speedboat, and the threesome decided to sleep there rather than book a hotel for the couple days the trip lasted. At Tracer's request, the boat had a charger on it for her harness. The ship Thankfully, was big enough for all of them to take shifts sleeping while keeping watch. It was the third day of their stakeout, and so far, they hadn't seen any suspicious activity.

"Bloody Hell, I wish they'd just hurry up and do something." Tracer moaned, shifting impatiently from her spot on the ancient building. It was moderately busy, with tourists gawking over the old structures.

"Well, we'll check the ruins one more time tonight before leaving," Genji said in monotone, like they've had this conversation before. "I'm just as sick of this as you are. I've heard the same tour guides give the exact same rant on the building several dozen times now."

"Oh come on, it ain't that bad," McCree offered over the intercoms. "At least the weather's nice."

"Says the one on a boat in the ocean," Tracer retorted. "You get to feel the breeze at least. We're absolutely dying up here!"

"Speak for yourself," Genji snorted. "Although, aren't your clothes all black? That doesn't seem like the wisest outfit in regards to heat or subtlety."

"Says Mr Green-light-up-cyborg."

Lena chuckled, absently watching her finger as she spun it around with the blue gear on her harness. "To be fair, it's better than his old look. Meanwhile, I kinda miss my sailor hat from my old cadet outfit!" She was still getting used to her Blackwatch outfit, which she didn't wear very often. Her Tracer outfit with all its bright oranges and yellows was not a great fit for the occasional "stealthier" mission where attention was not something they wanted. Her Blackwatch outfit was fairly comfortable, with a thin, short sleeve grey shirt and leggings that were easy to run in. The harness for her chronal accelerator was deep black and able to withstand bullet fire, and her bright blue gear was spinning on her chest and back. She had leather gloves that reached up her forearms; they were a similar colour to the light of the accelerator. Her blue-tinted goggles were much more reminiscent of a smaller pair of ski goggles. She wore the same shade of accelerator-blue in belts. One wrapped around her waist with a blue and black palette of the Blackwatch logo buckle asymmetrical and on her side. Two more belts that were attached to her harness wrapped around her legs and kept it in place. Tracer's black and grey pistols were in holsters on her sides. Her spiky hair was brushed backwards rather than being allowed to

"Why did you have that hat anyway?" Genji asked as he checked the crowd below for anyone suspicious. "And how did it not fly off your head when you blink?"

"First question: because that was the outfit given to me and it was adorable. Second question, probably the same witchcraft that keeps McCree's hat on at all times," she answered.

"Sounds about right," the cowboy said approvingly. "Ya can't never go wrong with hats. 'Specially the ones that confuse the hell out of everyone."

"That's a double negative," Genji corrected. "It would be 'can never' or 'can't go.'"

There was a slight pause. "Hear my voice?" McCree asked in monotone.

"Yes?" the ninja replied in confusion.

"Listen to it closely, can you hear it?"

"I am listening," the cyborg said impatiently. "Get to the point. Is something wrong?"

"No, listen closer."

"I am!" Genji grunted.

"Now, does it sound like I give a shit about my grammar?"

Caught off guard, Lena clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her snicker as Genji made an indignant squawk. "I find it fascinating that English is my second language, yet you can't be bothered to get the fundamentals right."

"See earlier comment 'bout grammar," McCree yawned.

"Speaking of hats," Genji changed the topic, frustrated. "Didn't your Blackwatch uniform originally include a beanie?"

Tracer paused. "Um… it did. Commander Reyes wanted me to wear it. But it makes me look like a drug-dealer so I decided that maaaaaybe it wasn't the best thing to wear."

Genji huffed. "Don't let him hear you say that."

"I don't think he would care," McCree added. "He doesn't usually give a shit about that kinda stuff."

"You clearly haven't mentioned his fashion choice to him," Tracer shivered melodramatically. "I still have nightmares. I mean, if he wants to wear a beanie that's all well and good but he took it a liiiiittle personally when I mentioned not liking how one looks on me."

"I'm surprised you lived to tell the tale," Genji responded, his voice comically sombre.

"Reyes does have a weird obsession with gettin' Blackwatch a bunch of black and red outfits, though. Just be glad Tracer didn't get stuck with that."

Tracer chuckled. "I don't think anyone wants to tinker with my accelerator if they don't have to. Too much trouble to get the gear to turn red. Bright blue and bright red do not go together, either."

"I think it could've looked cool," Genji added. He continued watching the crowd, the lights on his armour turned off to hide himself better. "You could have gone for some shocking contrast."

McCree snorted over the communicator. "The only thing shocking about that is that anyone would be willin' to wear it. Black and blue? Sure, if ya wanna be a sprained ankle, you do you. Black and red? They make ya look nice and menacing,"

"And edgy," Tracer interrupted.

"But black, blue, and red?" McCree continued without missing a beat. "I think that is the literal opposite of 'stealthy.'"

"I bet I can prove you wrong."

"Really now?" McCree asked sceptically.

"I'll get some red and blue armour. Next stealth mission, I'm wearing it. I'll put twenty dollars on not being spotted."

"That's a bet I'll take."

"Guys, hush up for a sec. Girls' scouts meeting is over. I think we might finally have trouble," Lena interrupted, poking her head over the bricks as she peered at a suspicious figure down below. He was wearing a dark green hoodie with jeans, which altogether wasn't too suspicious, but that quickly changed as he branched off from the tour routes of most civilians. Lena watched closely, and a couple seconds later the man walked back out with a backpack.

"I'm not the only one who finds that to be super suspicious, right?" Tracer asked, already preparing to blink away.

"He must have hidden the bag before we got here. Strange, given security here doesn't restrict much short of guns and other firearms."

"Blackwatch really is the rebels…" Tracer muttered, eagerly running her hand over her holsters. "Man we are in so much trouble if we get caught with these. Anyway, see anything, McCree?"

"Nothin' in particular. A few boats a little way's off."

Tracer watched the man merge into the crowd that was heading towards one of the old buildings where some artefacts were on display. She perched on the edge of the building she was on and launched herself off in the blink of an eye, feeling the wind rush past her as she landed on a higher-up archway. Genji did the same as the two watched the man below. He grouped up with two more people, one an Omnic and the other another man with a prosthetic leg. They didn't seem to exchange a word.

One of the men grabbed the backpack from the other and unzipped it. It had several pieces of fabric in it, which the group quickly used to cover their faces. The Omnic included, though he also had a hat on to better hide his model version, partially indicated by the lights on his forehead.

"This is where we nope the heck in there. Tracer quickly ran her hand over the Blackwatch belt buckle and the middle of it over, turning it into an Overwatch logo. This mission wasn't one of the shadier ones, it'd be better to show the Overwatch logo instead of Blackwatch. Genji's newer body didn't have a Blackwatch logo on anywhere either, thankfully. Genji nodded to Lena and jumped across a few more platforms until he was able to find an area partially in the shadows to jump down and re-join the crowds. Lena continued to watch from above, careful to stay out of anyone's sights. Genji was much less recognisable compared to Tracer, who had gotten more and more publicity after the Null Sector Uprising. Not to mention, she had blatantly obvious firearms strapped to her waist and a giant glowing thingy on her chest that any employee in their right mind would call the authorities on in an instant.

Nobody was paying attention to the shady people until they started being noisy.

"And they've got a couple guns… They must have planted the bag before we got here…" Tracer said, quieting her voice as Genji hurried through the crowds.

"Careful, they might take hostages," McCree warned. "D'ya need me to get over there?"

"Hang on," she replied carefully.

One of the men pointed his gun in the air and fired a shot as the bang shook the building. People and Omnics screamed and began running out the building. "And I'm coming!" Tracer launched herself off the rooftop and took off running towards the robbers. One little girl, however, maybe ten years old, had her arm grabbed by the Omnic. She started screaming as he pointed a gun at her while everybody else fled from the building. "Genji, I got the girl!" she called.

The two men were hurrying to fill their backpacks with some small but valuable items from the room. With a blink, Tracer entered the room. She tapped the Omnic on the back of his shoulder. "Heya luv, watcha lookin' at?"

They didn't hesitate, whipping around to fire at Tracer while still clutching the girl by her arm. It was enough of a distraction though, as Tracer blinked behind him again, knocking the gun out of his hand and grabbing the girl. She began to run, carrying the now-shivering child in her arms. She didn't want to blink with the girl in her arms if she didn't have to do so. She peeked behind her as she ran. Genji had jumped into the fight and engaged with the other two men. The Omnic had picked up his gun and was aiming at her. Deciding she needed to risk it, Tracer activated her blink as she dropped to the floor just when the gun went off. She winced as she felt the bullet whizz over her head. She was almost to the exit. With another burst of speed, she got back up and darted out.

The crowd had mostly run off, though Tracer definitely noticed one woman shouting to a nearby Omnic employee that was doing their best to console her. Then the woman noticed Tracer clutching a child, and her face lit up.

Lena grinned, running over to the woman. "I take it this little angel is yours?"

"Yes! Yes, she is! My baby!" Tracer handed the limp child to the woman, who clutched her close to her chest. "Why isn't she moving, is she okay?"

Tracer nodded. "Yep! My blinks might just leave her sick to her stomach for a day or two. She should be fine!" she jumped as she heard another gunshot go off. "Now um, if ya don't mind, I kinda have to deal with this! See ya!" Tracer pulled out her pistols and ran to join the fight. When she arrived, she saw there wasn't much of a fight to be had. Genji was calling for McCree to bring the boat close to the shore. The Omnic and one of the men had been knocked unconscious, though the man with the prosthetic leg was running off.

"Um, guys, hate to be the bringer of bad news, but there's a boat headin' over here. Looks like there's an Omnic drivin',

Lena pulled her glove back and checked her watch, which was able to track the amount of power her chronal accelerator had. She still had plenty left, so she blinked off in the direction of the man who was running away with a backpack in tow.

"Looks like he's heading for the cliffs!" Tracer called. "Jesse! Mind meeting us?"

"I'm almost done zip tying these guys together, I'll be there soon," Genji said as Tracer made a wide blink around a pillar and intercepted the man's path.

"Why do ya have zip ties…" McCree muttered.

"Hello! Where're you off to? Is all this really necessary? Come on, you know we're gonna stop you, so why do we gotta- Woah!" Purely on instinct, Tracer recalled as soon as she registered a gunshot ringing out. She jumped back into the pull of time to let it drag her backwards for a brief moment until the chronal accelerator snapped her back into the present. It took her a fraction of a second to reorient herself as her form solidified. She was much further away than she had anticipated, and the man had almost reached the cliffs.

"McCree! He's heading your way! Got a little trigger-happy with the recalls!"

"Got my hands a bit full here!" he shouted as gunshots rang out then echoed in communicators. "Ya know where that bigger buildin' is that goes into the ground a bit? I'm straight off the cliff there from the two tiny buildings. Right in between! Oh, shit!" Tracer's eyes widened as she heard another gunshot as she sped to the small circular area behind the statue. Hoping she saw the boat, she leapt off the edge. Her heart stopped as she saw the endless stretch of way-too-deep water, tensing up as she instinctively guided her blink to the safely into the back of McCree's boat. He was currently occupied, his prosthetic arm sparking as he ducked behind the controls for the boat, periodically poking his head up to fire at the other ship. His face was covered by a black bandanna as he fought, hiding the majority of his identifying features as the outlaw Jesse McCree.

"McCree! Gimme controls!" Tracer called, blinking to the controls of the boat. She fired the engine up and prepared to speed after the now escaping boat of criminals. Tracer used one arm to cover her forehead as another bullet flew past the two of them, missing due to the increasing distance between them. Her arm could protect her brain. If she got shot in the head she might not have time to recall. Anywhere else she should be able to react and save herself. But recalling was especially dangerous on the waters.

A second later, there was another thud as Genji landed on the boat as Tracer immediately took off after the runaways.

"Alright… alright… just a speedboat…" Tracer muttered, taking a deep breath as McCree and Genji began firing at the ship. McCree aimed for where the propeller and motor were. Lena took a deep breath despite the action. It was just a boat, not a plane.

"Tracer, we gotta get in closer. Can't do jack shit with all the wind and water between the bullets and them!"

"Aye aye captain!" she used her hand that was covering her forehead to salute McCree as she used her free hand to guide the speedboat. "Let's see… I fuelled up last night, everything seems okay… just a boat… just a boat…" she had to admit, though, the wind in her hair did feel nice. At least the boat couldn't crash into the ground at ridiculous speeds, or go haywire in way-too-dangerous ways. She shook her head and commed in since her team couldn't hear her normally over the wind. "Does it look like we're gaining on them?"

"Definitely," McCree assured.

"And how's your arm?" Tracer asked as Genji prepared to deflect bullets if need-be.

"Fine enough, just took a shot or two. Nothing that hasn't happened before," Jesse grunted, though he still seemed to be in some pain.

"We have a basic repair kit in the same place we hid Tracer's charger. Do you need it?" Genji asked as Lena wrinkled her brow.

"Oi, did you just throw my charger in that box with the chord wrapped around it?"

"I didn't exactly have a bunch of time to wrap that chord. It's ridiculously long. I had to chuck it all in there unless ya wanna risk it gettin' shot through," McCree said as he fired at the boat, which was getting closer. A tell-tale pop meant they must have hit the boat's engine. "And naw, I'm fine on the repairs for now."

Tracer grunted. "If you broke it…"

"I didn't break it, calm down!" he defended. "Anyway, we're coming up on 'em. I think they were tryin' to get to that giant statue on the little island. Maybe they had a getaway plane there."

"Not anymore! You boys ready for this?" Genji and McCree nodded as they approached the now sputtering boat of their enemies. "I'm gonna circle them for a minute. We'll go from there! Let's have a bit of fun!"

"For the record, Reyes wants at least one of 'em alive." McCree warned.

The boat almost seemed empty as Lena pulled up next to it, circling around the ship as it finally stopped moving in its entirety. Genji didn't hesitate, pulling out his katana as he jumped across the void of blue between the groups. McCree stayed where he was as Tracer kept moving. He had Peacekeeper drawn and was ready to fire at a moment's notice.

The scenery was pointedly serene, unsettlingly so for a couple precious seconds as the waves lapped the hull.

Everything burst to life as Genji moved closer to the controls of the ship and checked under the seats, just out of view from Lena and McCree. Gunshots rang out as the cyborg moved his blade in a frenzy while a spray of ammunition bounced in all directions, leaving small indentions on the inside of the once-pristine ship.

McCree acted before their enemies were done with their rounds of shots. With the deft flick of his wrist, the man clattered to the ground as blood began to leak from his good knee way too quickly while oil dripped and sparks flew from the prosthetic. He screeched in pain.

Tracer decided now was the time to act. "Genji! I'm coming over!"

Within the blink of an eye, Tracer was on the enemy ship as Overwatch's continued drifting in the path it was on earlier.

She ducked as the Omnic fired at her, hitting the deck and launching herself off and behind the man McCree had crippled. Using her pistol, she hit him in the back of his head with a clunking sound that made her cringe. He fell unconscious immediately, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Next, Tracer grabbed the man's arm. She squeaked as the Omnic took another shot, but Genji was there, behind her, deflecting the shot.

When she reached the back of the speedboat, she gulped as she saw the deep, endless water below her. She couldn't help but feel antsy. McCree had taken the controls of the boat and was circling back around. Tracer took a step back, still holding onto the bleeding man.

"Alright… Alright… three… two… one…" Tracer jumped, allowing herself to fall into the time stream as she zipped forward in a blink, dragging the man behind her as she lunged towards the ships. Her heart stopped as she realized she had been barely too short. She panicked as she hit the hull of the ship. Her and the man began to slide into the chilly water.

"Hang on! I gotcha!" Lena gasped as McCree grabbed onto her arm, struggling to hold onto her and the man with only one good arm. "Let go of him! I don't think I can pull the two of you up!"

"No way!" Tracer shouted defiantly. Her arms screamed in pain as McCree pulled her on one side and she held the man in the other. "Genji? Could use a hand here!"

The cyborg reacted quickly, throwing a shuriken into the Omnic's chest as he jumped across the length of the enemy's speedboat into theirs in a single leap. He grabbed Tracer's arm alongside Jesse, this time with both hands. From there, it didn't take much effort to pull her and the man onto the ship.

Tracer gasped in panic as the unconscious Talon agent flopped onto the jet, blood from his shots to the knee already staining the deck. She ran to the large, secured trunk. Pulling out her harness and its long extension cord clumsily and dumping it onto the floor as she grabbed a med pack from underneath it. Throwing it open, she grabbed some gauze and began to wrap it around the man's knees. The ship continued drifting past the stopped boat. Nobody was expecting another gunshot.

The Omnic on the other ship was still alive, barely. The lights on his head were dim, and his movements were stiff. Still, he held the smoking gun. The next instant, the Omnic was dead. Oil splattered onto the ship as Genji flung another shuriken, piercing the robot's neck as the lights dimmed to nothing.

"Oh God…" McCree muttered as his face paled. "Lena… you might wanna recall…"

It took Lena to even realize what happened. But when she looked down, she noticed her stomach was wet with blood.

"Huh… I probably should…" She gasped as the pain and nausea hit her like a truck.

So she did. She did recall. But there was a problem. She was on a boat. The boat had been moving the past few seconds. A few seconds ago, for Lena, was now empty waters.

She screamed in terror as she flung herself into the time stream. The harness snapped her back in place and she dropped into the infinite blue below.

McCree flinched as loud, incomprehensible noises came from Lena's communicator that was notably not waterproof. It took him a moment to realize that Tracer was notably not floating and instead was struggling for several seconds before she was submerged in the water.

"Um… Genji…" McCree said lamely. "Isn't Lena's harness made of the same stuff your armour and my arm are? You know? The notably 'not buoyant stuff?'"

"Yeah… except her harness doesn't have a ballast tank for when she does need to float…"

It clicked for the both of them at the same time as they snapped out of their stupor. "Oh God!" McCree ran to the controls of the ship, quickly spinning it around as Genji jumped back onto their vessel.

Lena re-emerged in a blur of blue, coughing and sputtering with her hair pinned to her face as she tried to blink out of the water, but she had no surface to push off of to get her momentum started. She recalled in a panic, only for "a few seconds ago" to still be in the water. Frantically, she flailed and blinked to try and escape the water. It looked like something was actively pulling her down. Her harness. Her anchor.

"Genji? Do we have rope?" McCree shouted. The cyborg shook his head in a frenzy. There was no way either of them could get her out of the water without something to hold on to. Lena blinked out of the water one more time in a last, desperate attempt to escape the waters, only to be pulled back under as she ran out of strength. She didn't come back up this time.

"Her charger!" Genji gasped. McCree stopped the boat near where Lena had sunk as Genji unplugged the end of the cord from her charger. McCree didn't miss a beat, quickly unlatching the power to his prosthetic. It went limp at his side, but stopped sparking. He quickly wrapped the cord around it as Genji got a secure grip on the cord.

Taking a deep breath, McCree threw off his hat and dove into the ocean, using his good arm as he kicked with all his might to reach Lena. Salt water stung at his eyes, but he saw her, sinking as her arms hung above her.

McCree's lungs began to burn, but he kept going, grateful the extension cord was so ridiculously long. He reached out with his good arm. He missed Lena's.

His chest hurt. He tried again, making a swipe for Lena. He felt the leather of her glove. He tightened his grip, pulling the limp girl up and to his side. He struggled to hold his breath now, but Genji felt the increase in weight and was already pulling them up.

"God, the ocean is a bitch…!" were the first words McCree sputtered as Genji pulled him to the surface. They set Lena on the deck. She wasn't breathing.

Genji unlatched the clasp on the back of her Blackwatch harness and pulled it off her chest, setting it to the side. McCree took over from there, setting his prosthetic under his good arm and using the leverage of his body to perform chest compressions as Genji began to pace tensely.

"C'mon Lena… you're fine… c'mon… you're fine…" he alternated between the two phrases for a few seconds as he continued to try and revive Lena.

Finally, she gasped, spitting water as she bolted upright. She hacked and coughed, whipping her head around in disorientation. "God… the ocean is a bitch…" she muttered between coughs.

McCree sighed in relief, chuckling. "I completely agree… Jesus, are you okay?"

"I feel like my lungs are on fire," she admitted, groaning. "Which I guess is better than not feeling anything!" she added with a light-hearted giggle.

"You gave us quite a scare," Genji added. "Regardless, I'm glad to see you're okay. But please, try to not do something like that again."

Lena huffed indignantly, flopping back onto the sun-heated deck of the boat. "I wasn't trying to get shot!"

Genji shook his head and went to tend to the man Lena had brought on board. Thankfully, on the ship was an installed makeshift cell hidden under the floorboards. Genji bound and gagged the unconscious man, also taking the time to deactivate his prosthetic leg before hiding him. The room was far from humane, and if he was lucky, the guy would spend most of the trip to the Overwatch jet unconscious.

"This is gonna be a nightmare for the commander to explain away," Genji pointed out. "Regardless, I saw the bag of artefacts on their ship. We'll bring those back by and let the higher-ups deal with explaining that Omnic there." Genji nodded to the remains of the Omnic that had shot Lena. She winced, touching her abdomen idly.

"That's great and all, but I kinda wanna address another thing," McCree said. He sounded tired. "Why the Hell didn't ya tell us you couldn't swim?" he asked Lena.

She stuttered. "I mean... it never seemed like a big deal."

"But ya almost drowned for cryin' out loud!"

Tracer winced. "Sorry about that. I didn't want to be taken off the mission for something silly like swimming. I couldn't have predicted falling in the water!"

"Well, wear a life jacket, at least!"

"You're starting to sound like Commander Reyes," Tracer joked, elbowing McCree. He froze, then groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"Goddammit you're right…"

"I must agree with Jesse, though." Genji added as he finished hiding the prisoner. "You really should have pointed out that you couldn't swim."

"Technically, I didn't know for certain that I couldn't swim." Tracer retorted. "I've not needed to swim since way before the Slipstream. So really, I had suspicions that I couldn't but I technically didn't know." She grinned. "Is that a good enough excuse?" Tracer pumped her fist weakly into the air as McCree rolled his eyes. "Changing the subject now, we did it! God, I can't wait to go back to Switzerland… I need a drink."

"Hey, that's my line!" McCree complained. "Besides, aren't you twenty? Still underage."

Lena shrugged. "Purely from a time standpoint? Yeah. Though I might still be nineteen if we're talking biological age. I don't friggen know. But that's just in the U.S.! In England and Switzerland, I'm more than old enough!"

"Guess I can't stop ya. Whatever, I could use a drink, too. I'll put it on Genji's tab."

Genji made an indignant squawk. "Hey! Leave me out of this!"

"Oh, like I haven't covered your drinks before! You drink like a fish!"

"Hush."

Lena laughed, finally sitting up and stretching, though her lungs still burned. "Then it's settled! I guess it's about time we get the stuff back to Ilios… What's gonna happen to the prisoner, anyway?"

"The Blackwatch usual," McCree admitted after a moment. "Nothin' too bad though, from what I've heard."

Lena winced and shrugged. "Shouldn't have asked, I suppose. Man, remind me to never get on Commander Reyes' bad side."

Jesse scoffed. "Please, like he'd ever lay a finger on you. Anyway, let's get outta here. I'm lookin' forward to that drink now. Also, you might wanna tell Reyes about the whole swimmin' thing."

"I'd rather not if I don't have to! I don't want to be excluded from missions I can help on just because of a silly risk, like we don't risk our lives in more insane ways every other mission. I fought Null Sector's army! I'm pretty sure 'slight risk of drowning' isn't a deal breaker." She argued, taking up the controls of the speedboat once Genji got the backpack they needed. The ninja couldn't help but notice how tense her voice was, and how she avoided looking at her harness for anything other than making sure she was close enough to it, the way her movements were stiff and her eyes looking ever-so-slightly down. He could relate with her, right now.

McCree looked like he was about to argue. Genji nudged him in the shoulder and muttered under his breath. "Drop it for now. She's already upset."

The cowboy looked at Genji, then to Lena, then to her harness, then back to Genji. He sighed and nodded. He'd put the argument off for another day. Today, they needed a drink.