Reaper and Widowmaker

Tracer made it back to the lab without problems. Inside there she saw Reaper, sitting in the same chair as last time, and the glorious butt of Widowmaker who current was bent over in some kind of Yoga pose. Even though the both of them where enemies Tracer couldn’t deny that she would give a lot of things to just worship that ass for some minutes.

But that wasn’t what she currently should think about. “Ah, zhe little fly returns.” Said Widowmaker and stood up, the hungry look in her eyes made Tracer shudder. “Do you have the data?” Reaper asked, Tracer just threw the stick at him. “Great, now I can get rid of that old fool.”

Tracer was getting nervous. It had been almost 48-hours since the mission and if Reaper said the truth her grace period was almost over. “Did you delete the video?” Tracer asked. In a symbolic gesture Reaper took out a CD and broke it in half. “That was the master copy, you happy now?”

She wasn’t but at the very least she didn’t have to be afraid of being exposed to the world. “There is also your promise too….” Tracer stopped as…