Overwatch: Lost in Time

by Raven the Dragon

Before she was the face of Overwatch, Tracer was Lena Oxton, the pilot with Chronal Disassociation. With her accelerator gone, Lena must face what she fears the most: Herself. Demons come back to haunt her that McCree and Genji thought were long gone, and struggles hidden under a smile finally come to light. But it's too late. Lena Oxton might be gone forever.

30. Chapter 30- London

Lost in Time: Part 5- Strings

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Happy Jesus Day everybody! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday. I'm kinda struggling from artist's block right now, but I managed to get you all a gift in the form of chapter 30. Enjoy!

Chapter 30: London

"I am in position," Pharah commed in as she lay stretched out on one of the rooftops, peering through the scope of her sniper rifle as the crowd below murmured in front of the stage that had been put up. "But tell me, why didn't the authorities cancel the event after several anonymous warnings of attack? Why isn't there any other security measures taken in the slightest?"

"According to the bots down here, most folks are dismissing it as an idle threat from the people that aren't for Omnic rights," Lúcio explained from his hiding spot in one of his fans' home in the Underworld. The whirr of machinery droned on in the background with the rest of the usually bustling city remaining eerily quiet. The home was more like a one-story apartment, and was surprisingly tidy and normal-looking, save the lack of human amenities such as a sink or refrigerator. Lúcio began to attach his skates as Symmetra spoke up from her spot on the her hard-light chair next to him. "To be fair, we don't even know how seriously to take Sombra's advice. For all we know, she was luring us away. Otherwise we probably would've tried harder to end the event."

"Our defences are set up. The Omnics here are still opposed to allowing us to take the remnants of their frankly antiquated Null Sector technology. They seemed content to allow those rustic remains continue collecting dust. Regardless, we will be moving to our positions soon. We will be losing connection until further notice."

McCree grunted in annoyance from his spot in the all-too-noisy crowd, his frosty breath dissipating the next second in the chilly air, where standard civilian clothes did enough to keep him from being noticed. "Talon prolly has some of their old tech still. Why do they need the remains of half a dozen old Bastions with maybe an OR14 or two?"

Reinhardt and Orisa stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the Underworld power plant as the bustling of the gathering could still be heard in the distance. Any nearby civilians likely wouldn't be happy with the large amount of noise at three in the morning. However, it was the safest time for Omnics not working in a shop or restaurant to be on the streets without fear of assault. "They probably want more. I'm willing to bet they've reduced any of their earlier 'scraps' to useless hunks of junk. As for why they want old e54s from the pits of the Underworld rather than the hundreds left in Eichenwalde, I couldn't say.

"Likely in better condition," Winston offered from the ship with Efi. "The Underworld has much better conditions than the Black forest. The Bastions and OR14s there are likely rusted beyond use, and finding one that isn't would be like finding a needle in a haystack."

"And here I thought the commander was the only one to use old man expressions," Genji joked from behind the stage, acting as a diligent bodyguard for his master. "Still, I can't help but wonder why Talon has gone after the items that they have. Some old Null Sector tech, bombs of the Junkers, and some OR15 scraps and data? None of the technology is particularly revolutionary."

"Hey!" Efi grunted indignantly from her post on the dropship. "What was that about OR15s?"

Mercy chuckled. "He said OR15's, not Orisa. I doubt he meant to insult her." She sighed, watching the overcast sky as the occasion flurry of snow drifted to the ground, settling on the rooftop beneath her for a second before melting. Her Valkyrie suit shone a warm yellow as she crouched on the edge of the building, poised to fly at a moment's notice.

"If it's any consolation, I am far from offended," Orisa's warm, unbothered voice was likely the only reason Efi dropped the topic so willingly.

"I'm up to speak in a few minutes. Are you all prepared?" Zenyatta asked one more time, as if to confirm. Everybody confirmed at once, making the microphones hectic to listen to for a split second before everyone quieted down.

"Are you guys sure I shouldn't be in my mech?" D,va pulled the heavy coat around herself tighter to conceal her now-finished chronal accelerator. "I only had a couple days to practice with blinks. I still can't even figure out how to recall. I don't know if I can stop someone that's had the same powers for eight years."

"Don't worry 'bout that. Lena's tough, but with all the firepower we've got goin' against her, we should be alright." McCree tried to comfort, though his voice was laced with poorly concealed uncertainty.

"Still, what does that have to do with me not using my mech? Everything about this just feels… wrong. I feel like I'm trying to be the off-brand, not as good knockoff of Tracer." Hana chuckled at her own half-joke, simultaneously trying to lighten the mood and change the topic, only accomplishing in doing neither as her unease showed.

"Calm down, Agent Song. You are more than capable of doing this. Keep in mind, we've got your back," Pharah's level voice calmed her, and yet there was a hint of radiated authority underneath that Hana found some strange solace in.

"I do not blame you for your concerns, though, Agent Song. We will discuss this when the mission is over. Just calm down, and focus on the present." Mercy added, her voice much more soothing compared to Fareeha's.

D,va agreed with a tired sigh as Zenyatta stepped onto the stage with Genji following close behind. The crowd roared in excitement as Zenyatta took his place at the pedestal.

"Greetings humans and Omnics. We are all one within the Iris." He mirrored his late friend's speech as the crowd grew sombre.

"A couple short months ago, I lost a brother to me in this same spot. His mission in bringing peace between humans and Omnics was ended all-too-soon, but that is something we must no longer weep over. Now is the time to celebrate his brief but impactful life as we continue to pursue that which he wished for with all his heart. Peace between humans and Omnics is not as elusive as some might have you believe…"

…

"Are you sure that Sombra lady wasn't lying when she told Mr Genji they were coming to King's Row?" The Oladele child's voice echoed in Sombra's ear, barely at a volume loud enough for her to hear with the sound set so low.

"Have you been able to hack into Overwatch's communicators?" Reaper asked, his raspy voice sending a chill down her spine.

"No, they must've improved their firewalls. Maybe Amari's kid taught them a thing or two about how to build a secure server. Sorry 'bout that, Gabe." Sombra didn't like how long Reaper stared at her for one, two, five seconds. She had the feeling the brief shiver wasn't just from the snow flurries tickling her face.

Not a moment too soon, he turned his attention to the path the two of them had planned to reach the Omnic's Underworld. Sombra watched the ghost of a man dissolve into his signature black mist as he jumped off the building and regathered himself into his human form once he was off the illuminated brick streets and safely hidden in the shadows of the alley. Sombra sighed, going over her plan in her head as she jumped from rooftop to rooftop, occasionally tossing her translocator into the air as she was transported to otherwise unreachable locations. Reaper was on to her, no doubt about it. He was beginning to grow suspicious of her behaviour. That wouldn't do. Sombra's best bet was to try and retrieve the OR14 tech they wanted. If she couldn't do that, she'd need to come back with a fair few injuries. Either one should work.

Honestly, Sombra didn't even know why she was bothering to deceive Reaper. She didn't know why she kept leaking tips to Overwatch. Slipstream was happy in Talon, so she had no reason to feel bad. There was nothing to be guilty about.

"Mind refreshing me on why we can't just use the OR14 files we've got stored away on the database?" Sombra squinted as the snow flurries got in her eyes, idly wishing she had goggles as she made a particularly large jump to the windowsill of an apartment building. Her heart skipped a beat as she struggled to find a foothold and climb up to the rooftop.

"You know why. The base we kept the parts in got destroyed, and data is only so useful when we need the actual pieces. Now quit complaining and get to the objective."

"Easy for you to say, mere humans like myself aren't made to parkour over rooftops." She could hear the crowd from the Omnic rights gathering in the distance. "Sounds like a party over there. Widow? S? How're you two holding up?"

Slipstream sounded like an eager child as the crowd echoed through her mic. "Oh, y'know, I'm just basking in the nostalgia of this. Feels like just yesterday Widowmaker was trying to kill me in this very same place…"

"I'm tempted to try again," the assassin snarled. "Regardless, tread carefully. The Omnic monk is on the stage with the Cyborg. They're probably not the only ones, either."

"Aw, Genji must be worried about his master. He's standing behind him like a guard dog. Attacking Zenny there would probably be the most fun way to KO Genji!" Slipstreams childlike giggle would've been adorable without the context of her mental state. "Knowing Jesse, he's probably hiding in the crowd, nice and armed. The doc will have her Valk suit on so she's gonna be hiding out somewhere for when someone needs some patching up. Winston's probably on a rooftop somewhere, too. That's assuming they know we're here, though. So, pinch of salt."

"How would Overwatch know we're over here?" Sombra asked, hoping to dispel some of Reaper's doubts about her.

"They knew we were in Numbani. Imma say Hana was their secret weapon. Chronal disassociation is weird like that."

Reaper was interested by this. "Oh? You mean to tell me you can control those dreams I've heard about?"

"Ehhhh maybeeee? It's not very specific, I think it's just got to do with what's on your mind while your partying in the Time Void thingy. But you can't control many of the specifics. I mean, I can try if you want me to, but no promises. Would the sympathiser even come with me if I disappeared?"

"It would. Why? Do you think you'd not follow orders otherwise?" Reaper asked, his voice almost playfully curious.

Slipstream scoffed. "If I was able to, I'd probably be offended by that! But let's be honest here, Tracer was a complete wreck after all those games of yours. So, if you want me to be any levels of productive, shiny pink eyes are the way to go!"

"And here I am, the only person here not super messed up in the head." Sombra rolled her eyes. "Seriously, do you know how weird it is hearing you be so self-aware and so fine with it? I like it better when Amélie just broods in silence about her whole ordeal!"

"I don't brood." Widowmaker retorted in her signature annoyed yet indifferent tone.

"I'll stop if you want." Sombra winced as Lena's playful voice shifted to complete neutrality intent on following orders as closely as possible. Sombra had to wonder if that meant anything. Was her lack of emotion due to brainwashing, or did it mean that no matter what, there was no happiness for her to muster when Reaper ordered her to do something?

"No, keep doing your thing," the hacker hastily clarified. "Seriously, did you lose your sense of humour with all those feelsy and sad emotions?"

"If anything, I like to think it expanded my palette of enjoyable humour!" she bragged, back to her witty self. "Anyway, when do we get to start having some fun around here? I've been itching to shoot some stuff! And Genji looks like he'd be a great sparring partner!"

"Christ, calm down," Sombra paused, kneeling down to catch her breath from all the running. "Start by checking the rooftops for some an agent or two."

"On it!"

"Engage as soon as possible when you see them. Try to catch them off guard," Reaper ordered.

"As off-guard as someone who has half her body glowing pink can, at least," Sombra added humorously.

"You got it, Boss! Agent Double S out!"

"Agent… what?" Sombra shook her head and continued running, ignoring the frigid air as her destination grew near.

"Double S. You know? Slipstream? S S?"

"Truly, you are the imaginative mind of the future," Widowmaker snarled. "Regardless, given the current vantage point, we don't have a clear shot to engage, but we also can't see any foes. Changing position now. We will check in when we have something worth reporting."

"Ten-four Spidergirl." The power plant that housed the Underworld was only a few buildings away, thank God. Sombra was sick of the frigid weather.

"Sombra, are you sure Overwatch didn't have some… other means of knowing we're here?"

The hacker blinked. "Unless they suddenly became hacking prodigies, they shouldn't have much more than whatever Song dreamed up. Need me to up the security a bit?"

"You'd better, given the entrance is blocked by Wilhelm and the OR15."

"Really? That's annoying. Guess I'll double check the firewalls. What is sleep, anyway? Still, what's the plan for those two tanking behemoths? I don't have the super soldier DNA and edgy superpowers, so I volunteer you for that, Gabe!"

Reaper's annoyance was thinly veiled. "Just make sure you attach the translocation modules onto the bots and get them to the dropship." With that, Sombra saw Reinhardt and Orisa, both of whom had been rather relaxed, stiffen and ready their weapons as one of them caught sight of Reaper's smoke. She listened to the altercation between the former friends as she waited for her opportunity to sneak past them.

"Hello, old friend." Reaper manifested his physical form in front of Reinhardt. The crusader wasted no time, swinging his giant hammer in an arc to strike Reaper, who melted back into the concrete again.

"Stand your ground and fight with honour, Traitor! Your crimes will not be forgiven!"

"Who said I needed honour or forgiveness? Last I checked, I asked for neither." Orisa remained silent, possibly unsure of how to act, though she was far from helpless as she tracked Reaper's swirling form as he tried to get by. In a shining flash of gold, a graviton charge seemed to pull Reaper back onto the streets and force his form to recollect. He grunted in annoyance.

"Coward! Is your ego so big as to shield you from the sins you have committed? Do you feel no remorse over all you've done?!" Reinhardt's booming voice reached Sombra clearly, even without hearing it from Reaper's communicator.

"Why should I? I've nothing to lose from this whole ordeal. I've nothing to regret." Reinhardt swung at Reaper again as the ghost wove himself around the hammer and towards the crusader. Orisa reared back, launching another graviton charge with a volley of slow-moving projectiles. Reaper was ready as the charge pulled him upward and back together; he fired his shotgun the moment the opportunity presented itself, the bullets shredding the fabric in the shoulder of Reinhardt's armour. He barely even flinched as he made an underhanded swing, tearing of the placement of the road. Reaper bellowed a rugged gasp as he was thrown backward, where he once again burst into his wraith form. Reinhardt roared in rage.

"You asinine, cowardly bastard! You destroyed the mind of one of your former agents!"

Reaper's voice was beginning to strain as he began to swirl in a vortex around Orisa. The centaur wouldn't have it. She bucked and spun, deploying one of her barrier projectors behind her, preventing Reaper from passing into the Underworld. "Yes, I did. Not that it was easy. She lasted quite a lot longer than most people. She had quite the pain tolerance. It was a joy to see her hopes of you cobbled-together-lot rescuing her slowly die."

"You know you're on the open mic, right?" Slipstream giggled as gunfire echoed in the background.

"I'm sorry, you must not have met. Gabriel 'Master-of-Tact' Reyes, Slipstream. Slipstream, Gabriel 'Master-of-Tact' Reyes." Sombra was beginning to tire of that mind game of Reaper's. She decided now was the best time to sneak past as she dropped a translocator and waved her hand, activating her cloak. Reinhardt deployed his shield on Orisa's other side, essentially boxing Reaper in and forcing him to fight the Omnic. It was Sombra's chance.

The preoccupied agents didn't detect Sombra in the slightest as she rushed by them. Now it was a matter of getting down to the Underworld. Quickly running down the path and ducking behind a wall, Sombra peaked through the un-barricaded gaps in the ground. Her stomach lurched at the sickening height. Her translocators couldn't survive a trip like that. There were chains suspended on the ceiling but nothing long enough to get her down. The Omnic homes seemed almost like cargo holds stacked on top of each other, with tiny lights below flickering ominously to the red hue of the power plant.

The hovering elevator platforms the Omnics usually used to travel to and from the power plant were deactivated. Meaning jumping was Sombra's only way down. She took a deep breath. She'd need to time this perfectly. She dropped one of her translocators as some weights installed in it automatically oriented it face-up. The purple light flickered on, quickly becoming a speck in the ground. Sombra couldn't tell how close it was to the ground. She couldn't wait any longer, though, as she activated the device. The world lurched around her as she was ripped to pieces and reformed at her device, fifteen feet from the ground. Sombra yelped, quickly rolling onto the ground to break her fall, flinching at the sudden stab of pain through her back. It was nothing she couldn't handle, though, thanks to her spine implants. Stretching, she looked around. The Underworld was deserted. Everything was eerily quiet as Sombra reactivated her invisibility cloak, weaving her way through the maze of Omnic homes, each with their doors shut tight. She knew exactly where the Null Sector remnants were, hoarded by Omnics either out of mistrust or malice. Given the flighty nature of most of the bots down here, she'd wager the former.

Sombra sprinted past an endless number of houses until she reached the one she wanted, which originally appeared as normal as any house. She knew what was inside it, though. The heavy metal door was secured with an electronic lock, child's play for Sombra. Still cloaked, she tapped the device as purple light from her nails leaked onto the device and the door opened to the squeal of un-oiled hinges. Sombra stepped through the door anxiously. Dim light from the Underworld filtered through as the only light source in the cramped room. The air was musty, she wrinkled her nose and stifled a sneeze. In the centre of the room was a huge pit that seemed to lead to another underground network. Sombra sighed as she began to climb down the greasy ladder. Cleaning her gloves would be her top priority when she got back to the base. All too soon, the light from above was unable to reach her, forcing her to activate the light of her HoloVid and use it as a flashlight. When the ground was close enough, Sombra pushed off of the ladder and hit the ground with a gentle thud. The room seemed to open up, though the only way to know was from the way her footsteps no longer echoed as much. She moved her HoloVid light around in the pitch-black room, though she couldn't so much as find out where the lights were.

Out of nowhere, there was a deafening roar as the force of a dump truck slammed into Sombra, hurtling her to the right as she crashed to the floor. In that split instance, green light flooded the room, revealing the Null Sector technology ten feet away from where she had been: several bastions and OR14s piled together collecting dust. The light also revealed two enemies: Lúcio Correia dos Santos and Satya Vaswani. The former looking rather angry and the latter wearing a face of calm and control.

Sombra coughed, heaving herself up after checking to make sure she had lost connection to the Talon channel, courtesy of the underground tunnels. "I'm guessing I have no way to beat both of you, huh?"

"Hell no." Lúcio's voice cut through the darkness. "You may as well give up now."

"I would advise not walking any closer." Symmetra warned.

"Oh, you've got some of those beam turret thingies up, huh?" Sombra guessed. Given the lack of a response in the darkness, she figured she was right. "I could take those out easily. Lúcio, is it? You have an exoskeleton on your legs, don't you? That's what your hard-light skates attach too, right? I bet if I hacked into those, you'd crumple to the ground in no time, yeah?"

"Don't even try it," The DJs signature light-hearted tone was completely absent.

"I won't, I won't. That'd be pretty dumb on my part. There's no way I could take out the beam turrets and your cybernetics without being clonked upside the head. I'd EMP, but I don't feel like deactivating my own tech at the same time. I'm not stupid, I've got no way to win this. I figured this would happen."

"Then why did you decide to come down here? What are you planning?" Symmetra's asked in a level voice.

"I'm planning to let you guys scuff me up, then to get the hell outta dodge so Reaper will think you kicked my ass."

Lúcio hesitated, stumbling over his words. Suddenly, his outfit flickered to life. His skates began to glow a vivid green alongside his sound gun, casting an ethereal glow on the ground around him. "What do you mean by that?" He was far from lowering his guard, though perhaps he wanted to get a better view of Sombra's face. Her slid over to the hacker.

"Agent dos Santos, I don't think that's wise." Symmetra warned, her photon projector shimmering a vibrant blue.

"Just… have my back, Vishkar," Lúcio took a deep breath and skated closer to Sombra, who leaned calmly against the wall. "So, what's this about going behind Reaper's back?"

Sombra yawned. "Do me a favour and keep this on the down-low. I'm dead if the boss finds out. Regardless, yeah. Contrary to popular belief, Talon is only mostly full of murderous psychopaths. Seriously, most of them have the personality of Timmy's first OC. Cough cough Reaper cough!" Sombra made the motion with her hand as though she was coughing, though she spoke the word rather than making the sound. He likes to tiptoe around the 'moral grey area,' as he calls it."

Lúcio rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Kidnapping, torturing, brainwashing, and mind controlling someone. Super morally grey."

The hacker chuckled. "I personally draw the line after the brainwashing part. Mind-control is the step too far." She noticed Lúcio's expression. "Relajate, I'm joking. You really think I thought it'd go as far as it did? News flash, I didn't."

"That does not change the fact that you were the one to begin this whole ordeal." Symmetra retorted.

Sombra winced. "Yeesh, way to antagonise me. But wait… if you antagonise the antagonist, is that like a double negative? Ah whatever, English sucks. But did I say I was asking for forgiveness? Because I'm not. However, I want to strike a deal with you guys."

"What kind of deal?" The roller skater glared suspiciously.

"I tell you guys where we're planning to attack, and you find ways to show up and interfere without A: killing me, and B: making it blatantly obvious I told you where we're going."

"What do you have to gain from an arrangement like that?" Satya asked, the blue glow of her weapon highlighting her sceptical expression.

"I have my own goals. Goals that are nobody's business but my own. Talon's plan happens to screw with mine in every way possible."

"This is all for your own gain, you mean? Nobody else?" Lúcio might have been catching on.

"Nobody else."

"What is Talon's plan, anyway?"

Sombra sighed. "You'll know when it matters. I can't tell you that much. You need to respond organically to it or my cover is toast. Still, do we have a deal?"

Lúcio hesitated. "You mean you'll give us the times and places Talon's will be attacking in exchange for not selling you out and not killing you?"

Symmetra held up a hand. "I'm assuming we can find organic ways to have our presence in those locations?"

The hacker laughed. "I'm not a genie trying to extort your wishes and turn them against you. Nah, you're fine on that front. Find a decent reason to be there, and we'll be hunky-dory. Though, if you guys don't give me an out, I'm going to have to follow my orders. Now then, deal?"

Lúcio glanced at Symmetra, who nodded hesitantly. "Deal."

Sombra clapped her hands together. "Wonderful! Then, I'll leave this Null Sector tech alone and be on my way. But first, remember how I mentioned having an out? Yeah, I'll need you to zap me with your ray gun."

…

"Amari's daughter. A fitting enemy for a sniper duel," Widowmaker commented as she ducked behind the railing of the building to avoid the rifle shot aimed for her head.

"Yeah, but I think she knows she can't beatcha. Look how she's hiding behind cover half the time!" Slipstream laughed as Mercy fell out of the sky, plummeting to the earth with her suit's wings adequately destroyed. She hit the ground with a thud, and Lena could still hear Genji shriek her name over the chaotic roar of the crowd.

Slipstream launched herself off the rooftop, blinking to the ground where she prepared to shoot as many people as possible. Unfortunately, before she could hit the ground, pain exploded in her stomach as a shot from the crowd pierced her abdomen. She snorted-slash-coughed in amusement and let her neon pink light coat her as she fell back into the time stream, appearing back on the rooftops. Finally, some fun. She tried again, this time waiting a split second longer before activating her blink. The delay was enough to cause her shooter to miss his mark. The crowds had mostly dispersed by now, though catching up to them wouldn't be hard.

"Howdy Lena," her old friend greeted her.

Slipstream laughed. "Wow! I didn't know you had that in you! I'm impressed! Does this mean you're finally ready for a half decent fight? By the way, I thought you looked ridiculous in your cowboy Halloween costume, but somehow you manage to look even weirder in jeans and a t-shirt! What color is that anyway? Imma assume red."

"Imma do what I have to do to getcha home."

"Well… shoot. Still sentimental. Not like you at all, Jess. What happened to the edgy, impersonal soldier that would shoot a baby if he was ordered to do so?"

"What happened to the kind-hearted optimist that would do everything in her power to help the innocent?" He held Peacekeeper up, prepared to shoot at a moment's notice.

Slipstream hummed, impressed as she swung her legs around in a casual twirl, as though a gun wasn't pointed at her. "Touché," she responded in a melodious voice. "But anyway, speaking of innocent, gotta run. The Boss wants a few dead bodies and me to go viral. See ya!"

McCree finally Peacekeeper as Slipstream effortlessly blinked out of the way with a giggle. It wasn't so effortless when she tried to blink past him, only to be intercepted by a flash of softer pink.

Slipstream crumpled to the ground, rubbing her chin as she comprehended what just happened. "Hana? That you, Luv? Did you just punch me of all things?"

"Sorry, I would've gone with a ranged attack, but when melee is faster than a bullet… you make do." Slipstream looked over D,va, who looked considerably different from usual.

"Finally got a full-blown harness, huh? I dig the look, though! Still got the headphones and MEKA suit, easy to tell it's you, but the harness, the goggles…" she jumped back up, blinking to the back of Hana then back to her front, inspecting her outfit. "Trying to be the new Tracer, huh? How's that working out for you? The ponytail is a nice touch, though. I'm lucky enough to have short hair, but with that Rapunzel mane you've got- woah!" she blinked upward in a relatively long jump, angling her momentum to land her to the side as Hana attempted to blink towards her again, perhaps to tackle her. D,va yelped as she dodged, staggering for a few steps as she lost balance. Slipstream jumped in, shooting her pulse pistols as Hana scrambled to blink away, wincing as bullets pierced her left arm.

"Sloppy. When you blink, you gotta make sure you've got a plan for how to collect yourself if they dodge. Not to mention, you don't wanna blink straight at them. That's how you get countered hard. Come on, recall, we'll try it again," Slipstream made a casual gesture with her arm, pointing Hana bac to where she was a few seconds ago.

Hana glared at Slipstream, blinking towards her again as she attempted to get behind the Talon agent. Slipstream countered without a problem, kicking her leg out to trip Hana in a blur of pink. D,va fell for it, toppling to the ground.

"Too obvious that time! Come on, now! You gotta shake it up a bit more than that!" Suddenly, Slipstream quirked an eyebrow and held up a finger for Hana to wait as she pressed another to her ear. "You know you're on the open mic, right?" After that, she put her hand down. "Sorry 'bout that. Now, recall, come on, try again." Hana didn't say anything as she jumped to her feet and waited tensely for Slipstream to try something. She quirked her head after a moment until realisation dawned in her eyes. She belted out a hysterical laugh.

"You can't recall, can you?" Hana continued to not say anything. "Oh man! I don't even know what to say to that! That's equal parts pathetic, confusing, and hilarious! It came pretty naturally to me! I wonder why you're any different. Alas, I suppose 'being Tracer 101 lessons' will have to be postponed until you get your act together and learn how to use her powers. That's your homework assignment for tonight. Until then…" Slipstream scanned her surroundings. Police sirens could be heard in the background, and there were a couple stragglers, either being too petrified to properly try and escape or just being purely stupid. Both worked. She even saw one man holding a phone to record her. She grinned. The perfect target. His eyes widened when he noticed her staring at him as he took a reluctant step away. Before she could blink, she felt a searing pain in her side as Hana shot her with her little peashooter of a gun.

Instantly, Slipstream recalled and prepared to blink away. But the moment she was out of the recall time stream, there was another shot in her back from McCree. When she recalled this time, she blinked immediately, but it wasn't enough as Genji this time darted towards her and grabbed the strap of her accelerator. She spun around to hit him with her pistol, but Hana quickly blinked by and grabbed it out of her hand. Genji wasted no time ripping her accelerator off her and throwing it behind him. McCree scooped it up and kept it out of her reach as Genji spun her around to hold her arm behind her back.

Lena strained against his grip, but knew there was no way she was breaking out. She huffed as D,va wasted no time destroying her prosthetic leg in a shower of sparks and oil, forcing her balance to become lopsided as Genji held her in a standing position.

"Hey guys, I could use a little hand here!" she called into her mic.

"Lena, please, let us help you," Mercy pleaded, walking up next to Genji. She had blood on her and a slight limp, but other than that seemed relatively okay.

"Hmm let me think about that no," she said without pause.

Pharah's voice cut through the Overwatch intercoms. "Sniper above! Aiming for you guys!"

Genji reacted immediately as the explosion of Widowmaker's gun made everyone save Lena jump. He released Lena as she fell to the ground from the imbalance of her leg being severed. Genji tore holes in the concrete road as the force of Widowmaker's bullet fought against his sword. Slipstream smirked; Genji ran off to confront the sniper as Mercy ducked behind the brick wall. Hana grabbed Lena's wrist to restrain her further. Slipstream's smirk melted into a sinister grin as she grabbed the severed part of her prosthetic before putting her hand directly on Hana's accelerator. Before Hana could realise what Slipstream was doing, she pulled them both back in a recall as the prosthetic repaired its damage. Hana gasped in disorientation as she found herself in her prior location. Slipstream bowed.

"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you recall. Strange that you can't activate it yourself, given you can join me in a recall just fine. Whatever. Anywhoozles… can I have my harness back?" She turned to Jesse, who had a glare that said he wasn't planning on giving her harness up any time soon. He held her harness firmly in his prosthetic.

"McCree! Sniper after you!" Genji shouted. McCree immediately put his hands up to cover his head as the gunshot rang out. The bullet tore through his prosthetic arm that was holding the accelerator. The prosthesis sparked and fell limp at his side, the accelerator slipped from his grasp as Slipstream immediately grabbed it and blinked away before anybody could react. She turned to face them, slinging one of the straps haphazardly over her shoulder.

"And we're back on!" Slipstream paused and put her hand to her ear. "Aw… retreat? No fun… Ah- I mean, you got it, Boss! Be right there!"

Alright, sorry guys, not that this hasn't been fun, but I gotta go. Until next time! Hana, work on those recalls!"

When Slipstream's goal was to get away, nobody could catch her. Hana tried to blink up the building Lena was quickly working her way up, but she lacked the grace to efficiently blink between windowsills. She had to spend a moment to decide where to blink and another to regain her balance after blinking.. She stopped and growled when she realized she had no hope of catching Lena, who was already a neon pink blur disappearing over the rooftops. She jumped back down to the group. "I had no chance of catching her, sorry…"

"Dammit… next time, we bring some of Amari's sleep darts." McCree took a deep breath, glaring in the direction Slipstream disappeared.

"Do not blame yourself, Miss Song," Mercy comforted, coming out of cover once Fareeha confirmed the sniper had left. According to her, Widowmaker had shot and destroyed her sniper rifle. "You performed very well for having only a few days to practice. Now, let me see your arm." Mercy held out her Caduceus staff as the golden nanotechnology washed over Hana's outstretched arm. She hadn't even realised her arm was bleeding so badly until the nanobots stopped the blood flow. D,va suddenly felt lightheaded.

"I really need to figure out how to Recall… blinks clicked with me in no time, but I just can't recall yet… I'll get better, you see."

Genji hesitated. "I can't tell if we won that fight or lost it…"

Lúcio's voice interrupted them through the communicators. "Sombra came to get the Null Sector technology. She left empty handed. We've got to have a chat about what she told us, though."

"Roger that," McCree grunted. His prosthetic still failed to work. "Are we sure this thing doesn't magnetically attract bullets…?"

"Sorry for being late to report in!" Reinhardt shouted over the coms, his loud voice peaking and creating a static noise. "Reaper was unable to infiltrate the Underworld!"

Mercy smiled warmly, "And no civilians were harmed. We might not have captured Lena, but we did manage to stop Talon."

Zenyatta, who had stayed out of the majority of the fight, finally met up with the rest of the group, using his levitator to travel. He was unharmed. "I recorded the entirety of the altercation. Given there were undoubtedly others out there that saw Miss Oxton, there is no way to hide what happened to her. However, now we can show to the world that we are able to stop her. Anyone else who might have caught footage will likely be uploading it soon."

"And thus, the PR nightmare begins," McCree groaned. "And down the drain goes Lena's reputation."

Mercy took a deep breath, making a calming gesture with her hands. "Overwatch has dealt with worse. I don't know how, but we'll find a way through this. For now, let's go back to Gibraltar and recover."

"She was so close," Genji balled one of his hands into a fist. Zenyatta put a hand on his pupil's shoulder. Genji sighed and released the tension in his hand, nodding to his master.

"Don't worry… this'll be fine… this is all fine," Hana declared, still not totally over the adrenaline rush of the fight. "We'll make sure we get Tracer next time!"