Bastion.

Tracer was going down a small hill. Carefully as to not take a wrong step and take the faster, but much more painful, way down she slowly made her way down. She was about halfway when she heard a “Get down!” Followed by white flash and the sound of a machine gun.

Mercy had pulled her behind a nearby rock. “What’s going?” Tracer asked and pulled out her guns. “A bastion unit.” Mercy said, “It was just sitting under a tree, I thought it was broken but once I got close it changed into stationary mode.”

“A bastion unit here?” Tracer asked, she was however bound to belief Mercy as suppression fire hit the rock. “What now? He is standing right on top of the coordinates.” Tracer shouted through the sound of bullets hitting solid stone.

“I’m sorry but I think you will have to play the bullet sponge here.” Mercy said, her face apologetic. “My offensive capabilities are pretty much null.” Tracer knew that Mercy was right but using her powers now would mean to find somebody she would need to fuck.

And the only one around was Mercy. “Tracer?” Mercy asked and pulled the brit out of her thoughts. “What is it?”