The Missing Racer [Overwatch]

Prologue Pt.6: The Rescue (Reboot)

Present - London - 20:20

[I was returning to Daimon's Garage, but I've decided that I should take a closer look at what's happening nearby the Big Ben. I saw lots of the crowds, so I've decided to drive past them. The road ahead was clear for me. And I saw a bodyguards leading an omnic out to the armored car.]

[I saw some figures fighting with each other on the rooftops, and the one with glowing thing. Then I saw a smoke. That's when I realized, it's Tracer. She was knocked back.]

[I saw her then dissapearing. And then... I heard a shot. I ducked, because I thought the bullet headed towards me. But I was wrong, an omnic was shot, and I've saw it.]

[People started panicking and some of them were gathering to see what happened. I just came by, and it all just happened so fast than I've imagined. I've tried to run away from the scene, but just around the corner, I saw a Talon Dropship. And I've heard her voice. I grappled up and I was holding onto the edge.]

Tracer: Why would you do this?!

Widowmaker: Adieu, cherie. (Goodbye, honey.)

[I heard Tracer's screaming, like she was falling. I thought she was dead, and I've failed to save her. But I still had hope. I saw a sniper getting to her dropship.]

[After the dropship flew off a little, I crawled up using my forearm strapped grapple hook, and started looking for her. I saw her trying to get up, though her glowing thing was sparkling, she got up and teleported to the next rooftop, but after a while, it's turned off by itself, and she fell down again. I've rappeled down, followed and helped her up. I've finally decided to act.]

Courier: I got ya, I got ya.

Tracer: Guh... T-thanks... W-wait... are... are you?

Courier: I'll explain later, now let's get out of here.

[I've stuck the hook onto the edge, and tied my arm around her.]

Courier: Hold on tight.

[She held tightly onto me, I've rappelled down with her to the street level.]

Courier: My car's right there, let's go.

Tracer: H-how did you... found me? 

Courier: It just happened I was around.

Tracer: Did... did he sent you here?

Courier: No. I've... [I realized I held her bruised arm a bit hard.]

Tracer: Aaaa!

Courier: Damn it! Sor-... sorry...

[We've reached my beast-car. She sat in the passenger seat and I've got in my car as fast as I could. I strapped her in, and driven away.]