About Winston...

10 minutes later the two of them had dressed and sat at the table, eating some bread with toppings. Tracer wore her usual attire, minus the googles and the gloves, while Mercy had chosen a more casual display of a white tank top and jeans.

“I have got to say.” Mercy said in between to bites. “It looked rather annoying to dress with that chronal thingy in the way.” Tracer sighed. “You get used to it.”

“It’s also really in the way during sex.” Mercy followed. “I mean really, I would love to see you naked all the way but you would probably get lost in time for a month.” Tracer blushed. “You really need to ask Winston to either scale that thing down or think of something else.”

‘Winston?’ Tracer thought and suddenly jerked upwards and looked as Mercy’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh yeah.” The both of them said. “So whatever happened after I got knocked out?” Tracer asked.

“Well the Bastion unit left and after I checked your vitals to make sure you weren’t in grave danger I checked the coordinates and found that.” Mercy pointed at a device sitting on the night stand.

The device was about as big as Tracer’s hand and didn’t weigh much. It was round with 4 buttons spread evenly over its surface and a lamp in the middle, which blinked occasionally. “So this was sending out the coordinates?” Tracer said and examined the design closer.

“Seems so, I didn’t really look at it yet.” Mercy’s answer came from the table, the medic was currently putting some cheese on a new slice of bread. “There were no traces of Winston being anywhere close though, and our furry friend usually leaves some big tracks.”

Tracer nodded as she randomly pushed the buttons on the device, there had to be at least some clue here. After a few minutes of trying Tracer grew frustrated, she almost threw the blasted thing on the ground and was seriously thinking about getting her guns out when Winston’s voice suddenly rang through the house.

“Hello Agent Tracer.” The device said in the ape scientist’s voice. “Winston, love.” Tracer happily shouted. “It is so good to hear you, listen…” “This is a recorded message.” The voice continued.

“I know who you are because this device reacts to your chronal accelerator. Science is great isn’t it? Huh huh.

If you find this I am either missing or in capture, this device is one of my back up plans in that case, as you listen it will send a log of my last activities to Athena who can then surely tell you where to find me by tracing likely routes from there.

Please find me,

Winston out.”

Immediately after the device went silent Mercy’s smartphone started buzzing. “Thank god Athena know you are here.” She said and activated the speaker. “God evening, agents.” The female robots rang out of the phone.