She wakes up in a Talon facility.

“Wake up, little girl.” A ghastly voice called out to the british Hero.

“W-what?”

“I said WAKE UP.” The voice shouted the second time. Tracer was conscious instantly, her eyes opened wide and she assessed her surroundings. She was in a cell, the bars were painted black, as were the walls, except for the emblem of a certain organisation.

Talon, the symbol seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, but Tracer had no time to scan the rest of the room as her eyes stop at a skull mask, which hovered over a black silhouette in the darkness.

“Finally, we had to keep you asleep for two days and waiting for another hour would have killed you.” Reaper said and tilted his head a little, resulting in a loud crack. Tracer was confused “What? Why would you put me to sleep for two days, no wait first how did I even get here?” she asked, not really expecting an answer from the cloaked figure.

Surprisingly she got one. “The barkeeper is a Talon mole, we kept him there in case any of you Overwatch ‘heroes’ would be ****. When he saw you he gave us a signal and we instructed him to knock you out.” The mask bounced up and down a little as Tracer heard a ghastly chuckle. “And you fell right for it. For the second question Talon wanted to modify your chronal accelerator and as we can’t take it off you without you probably disappearing we had to keep you sedated.”

The brunette blinked a few times, normally Reaper just screamed ‘DIE, DIE, DIE’ at her, so hearing him talk that much was really surprising.

But wasn’t there something really important right now?

“Oh yeah, what the bloody heck did you do to my chronal accelerator?” Tracer britishly screamed at Reaper.