Switched

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Overtime

Tracer was Blinking left and right, working to avoid the constant shots raining on her. She was sticking with Winston, working together. When they needed cover he provided it, and when they needed serious damage she brought it on. Out of nowhere, half of the turrets had suddenly just... gone down. No sign of who or what had done it. Out of nowhere, they'd had a foothold, found a place to set up around a corner. The push from behind with Winston, Mei and Torbjorn hadn't gone as planned, but now at least they were all together. McCree had split off early and joined up later, tried to flank and give them some information on their whereabouts, but it had been unsuccessful.

"Jamison! How are you holding up?" Torbjorn roared over the shots flying everywhere and the constant smash of hammer on turret in front of him.

"A lil bit busy!" Jamie hollered back through comms.

Torbjorn swore, and Tracer would have too if she didn't have to emergency-recall after Widow speared her straight through the shoulder. Too close to her head. It meant that Jamie and Moira had encountered Isabell - and God knew what Moira's mind had done to Isabell's body by now. They'd be fighting a monster.

"Did you find the holovid?" Winston asked urgently, slamming down a shield which Lucio and Tracer gratefully crowded under for a moment while he pumped out healing.

"Yes," Moira told him, hissing with pain a moment later. "I couldn't get much from it before she got here--"

"Stay alive," Angela demanded in a voice of steel. "You are to stay alive, do you understand? That holovid may be important but you two, you are everything. If you have to run then you run."

"I'm not running away," Jamie snarled, before he hissed in a sharp intake of breath and a sizzling sound swished past the comm. "I'm not running away. Not when she's so close. All or nothing. Moira says the switch's got hours till it's done. I'm not risking coming in here again. We take the holovid, we take Isabell, and we fix all of this shit that we broke. I'm sick of losing, so let's fucking win!"

Tracer was surprised at how convinced he sounded - how confident. He had his goal in mind, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to achieve it. He sounded scarily like how he used to - scarily like the man who had sent buildings sky high in his wake. And she had no doubt that Jamie would die before he left here without Isabell. He was going to get the job done for once in his life if it killed him to do it.

"Come on, then!" Tracer called, twirling her guns twice, reloading them with fire afresh in her eyes. "Let's take the fight to them!"

Winston roared a challenge - and Tracer looked around at all of her friends. They had stockpiled their ultimates. McCree, from behind a pillar, nodded with a grin - even though he hadn't worked his way up to a Deadeye yet, he was more than ready to follow up on everyone else's.

Lucio, from across the room, wallriding, booped away Doomfist and nodded sharply to her, a grin dancing on his lips. He was enjoying himself, just a little bit.

Mei, Snowball screeching at her side, skated out of Widowmaker's line of sight. Her sweet, pretty and really quite cliche'd voice rang in through comms. "Yeah!"

Torbjorn, smashing his hammer into his turret as hard as he could, roared over the sounds of the battle, "Ironclad, lass!"

Reinhardt, under heavy fire but holding steady, roared his challenge in a wordless shout of triumph and pride.

Everyone was ready.

"On my mark!" Tracer called through comms, pinned down by Widowmaker. She Blinked out every now and again, before settling behind a pillar. She waited for her Chronal Accelerator to recharge her Blinks. Her Recall had just been used, but she wouldn't need it.