Bringing The Arsenal: Overwatch

Chapter Four:Tracer

I woke up in cold sweat, seeing the covers and sheets up to my waist. It remind me of how I am still alive. I tried not recap last night, as I was so terrified to the point where I lost it. This kind of anxiety isn't my style, but the sniper managed to pull it off. I hate that sniper Widowmaker for what she reduced me, a coward. I shook the thought out of my mind as I need to continue on to the present. I walked into the kitchen and  grabbed some milk to make myself some cereal. When I opened the lid, a foul odor escaped from the jug. Well, so much for the cereal. I threw it out in the trash and made myself some toast instead.

I turn on the TV and flipped on the news. "A suddenly rumble of gunfire roared last night as residents woke up from the sound of a turf war that left rival gangs members dead. Police found the body of the leader of the Black Badge at the scene."

The Black Badge lost a lot of morale thanks to Talon. The organization will be passed of to one of their lieutenants, but it won't be the same as it was. But that didn't matter anymore, they were the least of my problems.

The only thing I kept thinking back to that night was Tracer with her warm personality. I don't know what kept making me think of her, was it the amazing tech or her being so nice and friendly to me when she helped me flee from the area. I turned off to the TV and switch on to a workout shirt and sweatpants and head for the punching bag.

I stared blankly at the dummy as I transitioned to my boxing position legs bent, my fists in a vertical position in front of my chest. I swung my left fist, twisting the hand horizontial as it is about to make it's impact. After the first punch, I begun making beating the crap out of the bag, jabbing the living heck out of the bag. It felt good to get rid of the worries that haunts my mind.

After a quick beat down. I head to the workshop and begun taking apart a AR-15 to create a rifle with a fire rate as fast one would pull the trigger while maintaining it's recoil and accuracy. After two hours of tinkering, I tested out the weapon. I carry the new weapon to the firing range and began a test. I timed myself as I began clipping off watermelons and bottles with the rifle. The timer show that the rifle cleared out eight targets in three seconds, I stared at the timer with pride as I created a amazing rifle. I hung up my weapon only to freeze as Tracer walked near the entrance of the firing range.

"Hiya love, did you miss me?" Tracer greeted me with a smile.

I laughed nervously. "Yes. Thank you for helping me out yesterday. I would have never escaped without you". A question came to my mind "How did you find me."

"I saw you driving out as I was fighting Widowmaker and followed the car to here." She pauses a moment to glance the mustang parked near the main entrance. "You're impressive behind the wheel, not to mention how quickly you took out Talon operatives."  She explained. "What is your real name by the way?"

"My name is Aaron Richards" I addressed. It felt like forever opening myself to people, let alone talking to someone more cheerful than any else I have met. "And you are?"

"My friends call me Lena, Lena Oxton" she replied with excitement. "Nice place you got here" She commented in awe.

"Yeah, it took a lot of time to get it all together. I wasn't sure about it at first when I arrived after some issues back at my hometown, but it feels like home. Would you like a tour?" I offered.

"Of course, love!" Tracer replied. She moves right next to me as we begin the tour of my base. I prep her excitement showing the kitchen, a room with a table, five chairs, microwave and fridge along a TV on the left corner of the room overlooking the area. Then, I lead her upstairs to the office room, displaying green carpet and white walls. The bedroom displayed a double size bed with a couch and a table near each other.  The desk next to the bed was filled with blue prints and designs on weapons.