The Missing Racer [Overwatch]

Prologue Pt.5: Quarrel

[I've escaped the Overwatch agents, and entered Daimon's workshop in hope he'll do something about the dent in the car.]

Daimon: Why'd you decided to go where my sister's going, and leave me there?

Courier: I... had a hunch, and I wanted to help. But then, she started chasing me... don't worry, I didn't hurt her.

Daimon: Okay, I can believe you helped, but... why were you running away from her again?

Courier: I didn't wanted to let her pacify, or knock me to the ground. I wasn't in the army anyway, but I've been practicing.

Daimon: Thanks to me. [looks at the Courier for a moment and sighs] Listen, do you remember, that I talked to her an hour ago?

Courier: Yup.

Daimon: Listen... this is my sister.

Courier: [surprised] Ho-hold up. She's your sister?

Daimon: Yes. She also asked me about you, and she is probably on her way to my garage now. And if she sees me with you or your car here...

Daimon: [notices the dent on the rear fender] And with that dent and scratches on your car, she will realize you're here! She might even kill me if I'll hide you or your car!

Daimon: [his smartphone is ringing] Oh, great. It's her. [answers the call] Hello?

Tracer: Hi, bruv.

Daimon: Oh, hi, sis, everything's all right, as if you wanted to know.

Tracer: Listen, I saw him again.

Daimon: [Looks at me, stays silent for a while, and then speaks with her] That Courier? Are you sure and did you saw him?

Tracer: Yes, I did saw him, and I wonder to what kind of garage he is going to. He would come to you... if... you know, he had a dent or scratches?

Daimon: No, certainly he would not come to me with such a... dent? [he started "acting" like Derek was in his garage]

Tracer: Daimon?

Daimon: Derek, I already told you, don't touch it!

Tracer: What's going on?

Daimon: Ah, nothing. Derek is too curious today about the car I'm working on restoration of it.

Tracer: Who's "Derek"?

Daimon: Ah, my buddy from another workshop garage. He wants to take a look at the car I'm just... "renovating"? I fished that car out of the lake.

Tracer: Daimon? Please don't lie.

Daimon: Lena, what do you mean?

Tracer: He's at your place, right?

Daimon: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Tracer: Okay, then I'll come over and I'll check myself, okay?

Daimon: Wait. Wait...! Okay... His car is here, he told me to fix that dent. He paid me but I also told him, to take the Mitsubishi, which I've finished working on restoration of it. For a test-drive.

Tracer: Okay. I'll be on my way to you now. Don't go anywhere. [hangs up]

Daimon: [after Tracer hangs up] [sighs in disbelief] That's just great... She can come here anytime, and if she sees your car with dented rear, then...