Time for a mission.

She suits up and heads to her destination, where she's meant to meet up with another individual. The rockets of her jetpack light up, and like a bird, she soars up and over the city. She gazes down over the busy streets and towering buildings--rocket launcher in hand. She also wonders who her partner's going to be. It could be Winston, or Tracer... Torbjorn? She ponders. Finally, she spots her destination outside of the city's borders.

Her jetpack cools down and her metal boots press down against the soil. Unlike the futuristic city, this area is barren, with even a forest nearby. She removes her helmet, and looks over to her waiting companion.