Tracer cleans up the place.

About 8 hours of sleep later Tracer awoke. “Well that was certainly something.” She mumbled to herself and walked towards the shower. After showering she cleaned up the lab, erasing all tracks of the nefarious duo. Having done all that took her another hour, she checked everything thrice, meaning that she still had roughly one more hour left before Athena would reactivate.

Tracer used the time to make herself a can of tea and just relax as well as think about her current situation. Of course she had to tell Winston to relocate the lab but she really didn’t want him to find out what she had done inside of here. “Oh well, I will find a way.” Tracer said and just enjoyed the first quiet moments she had in a while, she was currently satisfied and the glove Reaper had given her would at least make it so that she could help people again, even if it meant that she needed to get fuck afterwards. Everything seemed to get a little bit better.

The hour went by as Tracer sipped away at her tea. Eventually she heard the buzzing of activating electronics and the Athena symbol appeared at the huge main monitor. “I apologize.” The female voice spoke, “My computing power was needed elsewhere, did something of interest happen while I was gone?”

“Nothing much, love.” Tracer said and smiled at the nearest camera. “You do seem more cheerful though.” Athena said. “Does it have something to do with that glove on you? It seems to be a new part of your outfit.”

“Athena, what I tell you next does have to stay between us.” Tracer said and proceeded to tell the AI everything. “So you should probably run some kind of virus scan.” She ended and finished her second can of tee. “And you say there was nothing much?” Athena said, her robotic voice quivered.

“Oh common, love, not like the first time Reaper hacked into you.” Tracer shuddered at the recollection of Reaper entering her. “It is however really discomforting to know that I have been located.” Athena’s virus scan finished. “No data compromised.” She sounded surprised, which was understandable.

“See, now you just need to talk Winston into relocating and everything is fine.” The brit said and leaned back in her chair. “It seems that you are right, and you wish for this conversation to remain private correct?”

“That is right love.” Tracer said and went to make more tea, she didn’t want the other agents to know about her new habits, which just seemed wrong. “I would however ask you to let me analyse that glove.” Athena said. “Perhaps I can use its design to find a permanent solution to your problem.”