Reaper.

The screens flickered, the speakers crackled and a few seconds later a well-known mask appeared on the monitors. “He found me.” Tracer whispered in shock.

“Hello.” The ghastly voice rung through the plane, “I got to say, it really surprised me to find you here, among these perverts. However that may be though I am very glad to not only get rid of you but of so many others on our hit list as well, Miss Vaswani.”

The plane fell silent for a second, then Reaper continued. “Sadly this is just a recording, I would give much to talk to you in your last moments.”

With that the recording ended. Panic ensued as everyone shouted, two people raced towards the cockpit, one of them was Tracer. The other person was of brown skin and she currently had the lead on Tracer.

The person threw her coat away, underneath was a blue piece of clothing that was a mixture of dress and armour, it opened at the sides just below her hips revealing a good amount of skin before knee socks, armoured in a similar fashion to the dress, hid the rest and formed a unit with a pair of metallic high heels.

Tracer smiled, with her help most things would be solvable. Symmetra equipped her arm enhancement while running. At the cockpit door Tracer threw away her coat and spoke to the fellow hero. “Cheers love.” Symmetra barely glanced at her. “Hello, Tracer.” She just said and started to work at the door. “Let me.” Tracer said, taking out one of her grenades and sticking it to the door. “Get down.” She shouted behind her as both she and Symmetra hid inside the planes staff room.

A boom and a kick against the broken remains of a metal door later and the heroines stepped into the cockpit. The pilots were hunched over, Tracer feared for the worst but a quick check confirmed that they were merely ****.

That eased Tracers mind for a just a second before Symmetra made her aware of the real problem. “Tracer, we are heading towards the sea.” The Indian said. “Help me get that guy out of the pilot’s seat.” She shouted, together they heaved the pilot out of the way and Tracer quickly took his place. “I flew the Slipstream I can fly this come on.” She mumbled to herself while trying to stabilize the plane. It seemed to work, Symmetra stood by her side, waiting for some kind of good news.

Then an alarm sounded, the left turbine had caught fire. “Oh no.” she said, “Symmetra do you know where we are?”

The answer came swiftly “Roughly, yes, what do you need to know?” Symmetra asked. “I need you to point me to the closest island, if we can land close to it we can swim ashore or something."

Symmetra nodded. “I have an idea, wait a second.” The Indian took hold of the co-pilots microphone. “Hello, passengers, we will have crash land, I will place a portal here and then take a parachute and land on the closest island to place the second one there please evacuate through it after it becomes active.”

Tracer was happy, that sounded like a good plan. Symmetra gave the coordinates of the island to Tracer and then left the cockpit. “I will place the portal now, if everything goes according to plan we will meet again on the island.”

“It will, don’t worry.” Tracer said. She didn’t knew what happened next, Tracer whole mind was concentrated on the task of keeping the plane stabilized until the teleporter came active.

Which took quite a while. Longer than Tracer was happy with in fact as they continually lost altitude. The water got closer with each passing moment and Tracer was already able to count the waves under her when a sudden wind blew through the cockpit, the portal had been activated. “Hurry.” Tracer shouted and dragged the **** pilot towards the portal, they would have a few seconds at best before they crashed into the waves. Half of the people were already through the portal, Johnathan stormed towards Tracer and took the pilot from her.

“Is that everyone?” he asked, his voice surprisingly calm for the situation. “Almost, there is another person in the cockpit.” Johnathan threw the **** men through the portal. “Well no time for caution then.” He said and ran into the cockpit.

Tracer had to help some people reach the portal, one after another ran through it until eventually the only people remaining were herself, Johnathan and the co-pilot.

The co-pilot on his shoulder like a sack Johnathan ran out of the cockpit. The plane shock, it had hit the water, Johnathan lost his balance and fell to the ground, Tracer ran over, she saw water rising on the cockpit, she helped Johnathan up. First Johnathan threw the co-pilot through the portal, then he himself crossed through the dimension bending machinery.

Last was Tracer. She had never liked passing through portals, she felt weightless for a second, like she was falling through empty space before she felt sand under her boots.

She had reached the island, and everyone was safe. Symmetra closed the portal behind her and sighed in relief. “Sorry that took so long.” Symmetra apologized. “It worked out.” Tracer said.

“We are ALIVE people.” Johnathan shouted “Fate has saved us in the form of two beautiful heroines. I say this is worthy of festivities.”

Symmetra chuckled. “You are very energetic, but sadly this island is uninhibited.”

“That is no problem.” Johnathan said, a wide grin. “At least not for me you see, i suggest we…”