Overwatch: Jinxed

Chapter 18: He's Here, He's There, He's Everywhere

"What do you mean, he's gone?" Winston snarled.

"I'm sorry Winston-- I don't know what happened! We got there and there was a big hole blown out one wall."

"How did he get his hands on a bomb?" Winston demanded.

Isabell thought for a moment before freezing. Her eyes slowly slid to Tracer's, who met her gaze, and then both of their looks went to her belt.

One of her pulse bombs was missing.

"Ah. That would be it," Tracer said sheepishly.

"He must have gotten on the plane," Isabell realized. "He could be here with us. Annayat, she told me that there was someone who wanted her explosive power. For the fire inside her."

"Gee, I wonder," Tracer said dryly. 

"Start looking then!" Winston snarled, and Tracer instantly Blinked towards the cockpit. He glared at the holotable. "Mei, lock down the facility. Nobody goes in and nobody goes out. Contact Tobjorn, Lucio and Reinhardt and tell them to back off and wait for further instructions - we can't have anyone going down right now."

"Yes, sir!" Mei said loudly. "Where is the experiment?"

"She's here with us," Winston explained. "Now get out there. Angela is in charge until we get back, understood?"

"Understood," Mei said and went to continue, but Winston switched off the Holotable and turned to Isabell.

"Find him," he growled, and Isabell nearly had a brain aneurysm when she saw the look he gave her. She was gone before he could hammer her into the floor.

For half an hour, they searched. He wasn't in the cockpit, under any of the chairs, in any of the overhead lockers and there wasn't any sign of him in the back room or even in the cargo hold. There was literally nowhere he could be. Tracer Blinked around, double- and triple-checking everywhere, even the bathroom.

But he was nowhere to be found.

Tracer was too exhausted to even fly the plane, so Winston took over while she snoozed on some chairs. She was exceptionally loud - she didn't snore, but she talked to herself. Isabell shook her head and just needed some breathing space - Tayanna was humming to herself and it made her nervous.

She walked towards the back of the plane and opened the bathroom door, locking it behind her and slumping to the floor. Great. Everything was going to shit. Jamie was missing, Tayanna could be hijacked at any point in time and they couldn't go on forever without needing to refuel. Another chance for Talon to snatch her.

"You do realize this stall is taken, mate."

Isabell shrieked at the voice that had come from above her, and her hand shot out on instinct and poked Jamie in the eyes. He yelped, holding himself to the roof in a spiderlike grapple on the ceiling and covered his eyes with his mechanical hand. "Okay, I deserved that."

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Isabell demanded, scrambling back up onto the toilet as he dropped down, dusting himself off. "You were supposed to stay at the shack!"

"I got bored," he shrugged. Isabel was about to retort in his face when he said, "Also you happen to have my sister on-board."

"Tracer's your sister?!" Isabell stared.

"No, ya drongo," he rolled his eyes. "Tay."

"Oh."

It made more sense than Lena, Isabell supposed. She looked at him suspiciously, her nose inches from his. "Explain."