Ambivalent (a Junkrat/Overwatch fanfiction)

Chapter 1

"This is impossible." Jack Morrison groaned. He took off his sunhat and brushed back his sweaty greying hair, then looked to the teal sky through his thick sunglasses. The two have spent all day in Cartagena wandering like tourists and asked locals if they heard anything close to their "missing person". "Almost everyone we've asked only know Spanish and I hardly know enough to hold a conversation." He wiped away at his slick forehead. "We just had to choose the hottest, most humid days of the week."

"It is impossible..." Tracer muttered next to him. She was wearing a casual large green hoodie over her Overwatch outfit and replaced her goggles with heart shaped sunglasses before they left base to appear more normal. She sat on a bench in the shade next to a fountain and watched with a frown as children ran by with a kite. She rested her chin on her hand. "Impossible 'cause everyone we have asked have heard nothin' about them. I thought the person we're lookin' for was an icon!"

"Or maybe just a myth created purely for attention by some punk that backfired." Jack plopped down next to her and drank his fifth bottle of water. "We're out here for three days and wasted almost half of that time."

"We have to keep searchin'..." Lena said as she fiddled with her thumbs in her lap. "It's getting close to supper though and we haven't eaten since this morning. We better head back for now." She stood and started making her way back to the hotel.

Morrison let out a sigh of relief and stood up, "After supper we can continue. It'll probably be much faster when no one is around..." He spoke in a low tone so that Lena can only hear him. Without another word (because she was told not to yammer so much as to not break their cover) she nodded.

'You're here somewhere. I can feel it.'

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After supper Tracer changed into her Overwatch agent outfit. She flipped her goggles on and reloaded her pistols, then spun them on her pointer fingers. Morrison stepped out of the bathroom as he was pulling his glove up on his left hand. They looked at each other with knowing expressions.

"Disabled the cameras surrounding the area?" He muttered.

She nodded. "We have five minutes to book it and five minutes to sneak our way back inside, thanks to Symmetra." Lena said as she pushed open the balcony doors and inhaled the crisp, clean air. She looked up to the starry night sky and admired the blue moon that radiated, it seemed closer than usual. Without anything else to say she then blinked onto the roof of the next building over and then entirely out of Morrison's sight.

He gave himself a running start before he leapt out to the same roof. He began to run and leapt down to smaller buildings until he rolled onto the ground. No one was outside besides at hotel beaches because there was a curfew set at midnight and it was 2 o'clock in the morning.

Lena flashed next to him and ran next to him. "I say we scan the beachside. Everyone is either asleep or too drunk to care."

"And what? Find some sea shells?" He snapped. "We're staying in the city, it's our safest and most effective bet-"

"So we split up!" Tracer interrupted as she flashed out of his sight and before he could bark orders at her.

Morrison growled through his teeth and continued his running, eventually slowly to a quick walk when he spotted an ominous red light that glowed from a trashy back alleyway. There were gruff voices and he paused. "Translate." He muttered to his visor. It began to translate what they were talking about into his ear. He stood there with his back to the corner of the entrance of the alleyway.

Meanwhile, Tracer was zipping as fast as she could towards the beachside.

"Please, return back to your rooms."

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest and she rewinded back to where she was ten seconds ago. She hopped behind a corner and pressed her back to the wall, then clenched the eyes, cursing to herself.

"Aww c'mon! We just wanted to go for a stroll-" She let out a sigh when she heard another voice.

"I apologise but it is city law that you must follow unless you-" Before the man could finish he was interrupted by a yell followed by a pained choke. Tracer peeked out the corner and her mouth fell open in shock.

A man in a suit was on the ground and a woman with fiery orange hair loomed over him. She was wearing a heavy winter coat that reached to her knees that she then ripped off dramatically, revealing her intricate outfit that glowed green and purple.

"The cameras in this area have already been disabled..." Another voice, this one hushed that she can barely hear. A rather short woman with a half shaved head stepped out of the shadows. Lena can see her eyes glowed a dangerous violet and swallowed as she shuffled a little closer to the wall she hugged for dear life.

"Meaning Overwatch is on her trail too." The tall woman said as she folded her arms behind her back. "Curses, what if we're too late?"

"I doubt it. They're idiots, Doctor." The other snickered before she suddenly disappeared. "Let us split up, I'll meet you back at base in an hour."

"Remember, I want her alive." The taller one snarled. The poison that laced her voice made Lena's skin crawl.

"Yeah, yeah."

After that, the taller disappeared in a purple cloud.

Tracer held her finger to her ear and hissed. "Jack! We have trouble--"

"Hold on a second!" He barked into the earpiece. Tracer heard pained grunts and yelling that followed after and it was just enough for her to frantically start zipping in Jack's direction. She flashed into the same alleyway and pulled her pistols, ready for action. She then tripped over a huge lump and fell on her face. She let out a muffled groan.

"Quit messing' around!" Jack snapped as he lifted her up with one hand and harshly put her on her feet. "These men are in a local gang and--"

"And you killed them!? Jack--" He slapped his hand over her mouth and she hissed from the sting.

"Shut your yap, no, of course I didn't. I overheard them exchanging stories to each other about their heists and one of them were going on about a "water witch that nearly drowned him". So..." He looked to the five unconscious bodies strewn across the dirty alleyway ground. "I had a few questions that no one wanted to answer."

Lena shook her head. "That doesn't matter right now! Talon agents are here as well and I have a bad feeling that they're lookin' for what we're lookin' for."

"What?" He sneered in disgust. "They can't just keep their noses out of anything, can they? If that's the case then we're sticking together and staying in the city--"

"I really think we should search the beach. We've already searched through the whole city-twice!" Tracer begged. "I have a good feeling about this!"

Jack groaned. "What's your good feeling, then?"

"I..." She paused. "I don't exactly know how to describe it but I really, really-"

"No, and that's it." He grunted and shoved past her. Tracer let out a sound of exasperation and shock.

"'Scuse me but last I recall I only took orders from--"

He stopped in his tracks that caused her to bump into him that left her breathless."If I'm forced to believe that you're about to sabotage this mission and put Overwatch in danger then you'll be sent back to base immediately and dealt with accordingly." He growled as if that were a warning and a threat.

She swallowed loudly. "Fine... But tomorrow we're searching the beach at the highest peak of the sun!" She attempted to threaten, which ultimately failed.

   "Whatever gets you to shut your damn mouth." He snapped.