Chaos... and Winston.

The storage hall was huge, which was no wonder as it normally was wondered to store whole planes. For every other person this would enough space to spread their chaos in a way that would at least not be obvious on first sight.

But with two tinkers of heroic quality the chaos was incomprehensible as unneeded parts would simply lie around everywhere. Toolkits, rarely complete, stood around everywhere together with oilcans, little generators, electrical lines and other mechanical tools and necessities. In the chaos where several little islands of order, where the mechanics currently worked and had put things in order.

In short it was a place where two of the world’s most brilliant tech designers had started, worked on and eventually abandoned enough projects to fill a storage hall designed for planes.

And amidst the chaos stood Winston, currently rummaging through what seemed to be a gigantic fridge. Tracer cleared her throat in order to win the monkeys attention. Winston turned around and his eyes fell on Tracer. “Lena.” He shouted, “It is great to see you, you sounded so stressed on the phone.”

“For good reason, I need you to take a look at the chronal accelerator. “Why? Is something wrong with it?”

Tracer told him about the modifications Talon had done. It didn’t matter to her that D.Va was listening at this point a fair share of Agents already knew so keeping it secret was a lost cause anyway. She however didn’t tell them about all the sexual antics she had lived through.

“I can see what I can do.” Winston signified that Tracer should follow him and walked over to a chair which stood in a metallic ring. “Please sit here and take of your chronal accelerator.”

Tracer sat down and started to loosen the clasps for the first time in years. “You know I will disappear right?” she asked before undoing the final one. Winston smiled. “That’s what this is for, I present the chronal room stabilizer.” He said proudly.

“I thought that you will appreciate something of this nature for showers and such things, I just recently finished it.”

Tracer looked surprised. “That is rather thoughtful of you, love. You are sure it works?”

“No.” Winston said, “But I can at least guarantee that you will reappear here and I should have finished your chronal accelerator by then.”

Tracer listened to his explanation with increasing concern, but she had no other choice.

“Well here goes nothing.” She said and let go of the last clasp. She felt the chronal accelerator fall. Then she fell herself.