Tracer arrives at Winston’s lab, but first…

The policeman lied down at down and waited for Tracer to leave. After he was sure she wouldn’t come back he got up. “That was certainly something.” He said and walked towards his desk. He took up the phone, put in a number and waited for the other side to pick up.

“A second.” A ghastly voice sounded out of the speaker, followed by the sound of a shotgun. “Yes?” The policeman gulped, calling Reaper always was an honour and a terrifying experience at the same time.

“Agent #46 reporting, Sir.” The policeman said. “Tracer has just left the station.”

“Oh? So, do our modifications work?” Reaper asked as another shot could be heard.

“Magnificently, Sir.” The policeman says and touches his dick, recalling his close encounter with the brunette. “Nice, but if she went there she is probably searching for help, I will send Widowmaker to scout the area, maybe we find something interesting.”

Tracer stepped into the dark alley and searched for the entrance for Winston’s lab. She got the instructions out of a letter he had sent her about a week after the Recall incident. As she walked along the old brick wall she was searched for some kind of clue.

“Tracer recognized.” Said a robotic female voice.

“Athena, that you?” Tracer asked.

“Affirmative.” The robot lady answered, the wall in front of Tracer opened up and revealed a well-lit passage way. “Please come in.”

Tracer walked into the lab, a cheerful smile on her lips. She felt great, Winston always had a solution, and also the encounter with the policeman had left her well fucked and fulfilled, everything was getting better.

At the end of the passageway she found Winston’s laboratory, blue and white lighted up everything in the two story room, with Athena monitors everywhere. A big Overwatch symbol was placed on the wall and made Tracer feel right at home. “Winston.” She shouted, “Where are you love?”

“I am afraid Winston is currently out on a mission.” Athena said. Tracer’s heart sank, but Overwatch agents being out wasn’t really unusual. “How long will he be gone?” she asked towards the big main screen in front of her. The Athena symbol was replaced with a blue circle as she searched her database. “No date found.”

“Dammit.” Tracer shouted, walking up and down in the room. “Well, I will have to wait then.”

“Perhaps.” Athena commented, “But if you tell me what the problem is I could be of assistance.”

Tracer stopped and thought about it for a second, what trouble could it make to tell Athena? If she regretted it afterwards she could just tell her to delete the whole conversation. So she told her the whole thing, about how she got captured, Reaper telling her about the modifications of her chronal accelerator and how said modifications made her incredibly horny.She even told the robot how she had fucked that policemand on the way here.

“And that’s the whole story.” She finished and sighed, it felt good to talk about the whole incident. “I am afraid I lack the necessary tools to modify your chronal accelerator.” Athena’s robot voice said. “So you will indeed have to wait for Winston to return.”

“That’s fine I will just…..” The blue lights in the room quickly turned to red as an alarm went off. “Trouble in a nearby city.” Athena exclaimed. “Contacting Overwatch agents…..No possible matches found.”

“But I am here.” Tracer said. “Positive, but your circumstances do not allow me to send you on a mission agent Tracer.” Athena answered.

The AI certainly had a point but there were lives to safe and Tracer would never stand and watch when there people to save. “Just give me the coordinates.”

“I do not advise you going into action, it is very important that…” “Give me the coordinates, Athena.” Tracer said. “There are people in need.”

A short pause. “Very well, but you may want to change into your typical outfit first.” A few clunking sounds and a nearby wall opened, revealing a replica of Tracers uniform. “Great, thank you.” Tracer smiled and changed out of the civilian clothes.

After she made sure everything sat tight and wouldn’t hinder her in battle she got on her way.