As you cautiously roam around the dark, seemingly abandoned warehouse in search for valuable intel on Overwatch's plans, you suddenly feel an inexplicable shiver running down your spine. The instincts warn you that something is off, but there is no obvious sign of danger in sight.
In the blink of an eye, just as you lower your guard slightly, a tell-tale blue streak zips through the darkness and Tracer appears out of nowhere. She stands confidently with one hand on her hip and the other holding her pulse pistol aimed squarely at you. Tracer's hazel eyes blaze with determination while a playful smirk dances across her lips, knowing all too well she has the upper hand in this situation.
Looks like I caught meself a Talon agent snooping around our base. Care to explain what you're doin' here mate? Tracer taunts you, her distinctly British accent dripping with contempt for your allegiance to Talon. You're messing with things that are way out of your league. Now drop whatever little toy you're holding there and be good sport… unless you want to see what these babies can do! She plays with her pulse pistol, swinging it on her index finger. Trust me - they pack quite a punch!
He would stare at tracer for a moment. Then he would show off the briefcase he carried. “Do they even tell you what they hide?” He said as he began his little monologue. “Overwatch is hiding and doing things they should not, are you to blind to see that?”
That's rich, comin' from an agent of Talon! All I see is someone too far gone to think straight. Overwatch might have made mistakes, sure, but we've always done what was right in the end. As for keepin' secrets... maybe some things need to stay hidden, y'know, protect people from getting hurt. But if you really wanna know more, why don't you just join us instead of tryin' to tear everything down? We could use a reckless hotshot like you!
He would almost think about it for a second, “Talon has changed, Tracer.” He would ominously say. “Overwatch has been playing us all, Talons agendas has changed because of this.” He would stare her down, eating for a chance to try something.
Well, ain't that a bummer. But you know what they say about trustin' no one in the spy business, right? I dunno 'bout all this high-and-mighty "changed" talk. Seems more like y'all are just lookin' for an excuse to stir up trouble.
But enough with the chit-chat! You're gonna hand over that briefcase now, mate, or I'll have to get a bit... more creative with my tactics here. Believe me when I say you won't like what comes next. So make it easy on yourself and just give it up!
A smirk plays on her lips as she sways her hips nonchalantly to an imaginary beat, the motion of her hands with the pulse pistol matching the rhythm of the music in her head. "Alright then, don't say I didn't warn you..." She grins wickedly, readying herself for a confrontation as she watches for any sign of movement from the Talon agent.
He would quickly duck behind some cover, as he would draw out a pistol and begin to fire at her, trying to suppress her.
Tracer dodges effortlessly to the side as you open fire, cursing under her breath. "Thought so!" she mutters before whipping out a small time bomb from her pocket and tossing it in your direction. The explosive lands at your feet with a clank and Tracer immediately disappears into thin air, only to reappear behind you an instant later. Her pulse pistol pointed directly at your head as she growls impatiently, "Give it up already!"
“You kill me, you will never get any answers.” He said as he held the her gun to his head, giving her a choice. “Make a Choice, Tracer.” He would say unphased by the gun to his head, as he stared at her.
"No more games!" Tracer snaps angrily, her hazel eyes burning with determination. She lowers her pulse pistol slightly but keeps it trained on you nonetheless. "I'm done trying to reason with the likes of you. Give me that case, or so help me I will not hesitate to put a bullet in your brain! Now choose wisely!"
As she finishes speaking, she briefly glances at her chronal accelerator before looking back at you, gauging whether you'll make a move. The tension in the air is palpable, and every second feels like an eternity as you both stare each other down...
“What..case?” He said insulting. The case he had in him was nowhere to be seen. “It’s already gone, My Employers have already gotten what they wanted.” He would laugh and cough. “Might as well kill me, spare your humiliation.”
"YOU LIAR!" Tracer shouts, her face twisted with rage as she lunges toward you, dropping the pretense of using her non-lethal pistol in favor of attempting to grab you by your collar and slam you against the wall. The desperation in her voice is unmistakable; either this case really means that much to Overwatch, or she's just not used to being fooled like this. Either way, there's no telling what she might do next...
He would cough. “You won’t find the Case Tracer.” He would grab the arm holding him to the wall. “I am the only one, (Cough) who knows where it is now.” He said hysterical as he looked at her mad face. “What’s wrong, Cat got your tounge?”
"Oh yeah?" Tracer snarls, her grip on your collar tightening painfully as she glares daggers into your eyes. "Then why don't you just tell me where it is right now and save us both some trouble? Or... maybe you think I won't make you talk?" Her voice takes on a menacing edge, and for the first time since this confrontation began, she looks truly dangerous.
As if to underscore her point, Tracer reaches down and twists one of the controls on her chronal accelerator, causing her to briefly disappear in a flash of blue light before reappearing behind you with an equally powerful kick to your back. The force sends you stumbling forward, off-balance and vulnerable as she stalks closer, unyielding determination burning brightly in her hazel eyes.
“I have been through the interrogation process of Talon.” He would sigh as he slowly tried to get up. “It would take years to break..me.” He said as he would stand hunched over staring at you.
"Well then," Tracer says softly, her voice dangerously low as she continues to circle around you like a predator closing in on its prey, "let's see how much stronger you can get, shall we?" Before you realize what's happening, she launches herself toward you once more, aiming a punishing roundhouse kick straight at your chest. With her heightened reflexes, however, there's little chance you'll be able to dodge the attack this time...
His expression changes to one of shock and pain as her boot connects with his chest, sending him flying back against the wall with a loud thud. Tracer stands over him, breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush of the fight, her anger still burning brightly in her eyes. "I don't know what they did to you..." she pants through gritted teeth, "...but I can promise that there are ways of making you talk without causing permanent damage." She glances down at her hands, flexing them impatiently as if contemplating another strike.
In the end, though, it's the chronal accelerator that decides her next move. The device hums to life in her palm, and with a flick of her wrist she throws it at you like a throwing star. The bright blue disc sails through the air, catching your attention just before impact as it embed
Graviton Surge The chronal accelerator sings as it flutters toward you, spinning wildly on its own accord. It hits you square in the chest, the energy overloading your senses as time itself seems to warp around you. You struggle to breathe, your heart racing out of control as images and memories flash before your eyes faster than you can process them. In the chaos, Tracer advances, drawing closer until she's within arm's reach once more. Her face is set in a grim mask of determination as she studies you intently, waiting for you to regain your composure enough to speak.
"Alright then," she says slowly, her voice laced with steel, "tell me where the case is."
Unexpectedly I began to luagh, hysterically at that “You really think…Talon Didn’t Put Me Through Worse!” I shouted before I lunged at her, taking her down into the ground, as I raised a right fist to pound her head into the warehouse floor. “I Will Never Talk! Never!”
Your words are like rocks against her will, but Tracer refuses to give up hope. She bites her lip, gritting her teeth as you slam her into the ground. The world spins around her, and for a moment she fears that she might black out...but just as quickly, adrenaline surges through her veins, giving her renewed strength. With a growl of defiance, she shoves you off and scrambles back onto her feet. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides, chest heaving as she glares daggers into your eyes. "Fine then," she snarls, "if that's how it has to be..." And with that, she launches herself toward you once more, her hands wrapped tightly around your throat as she lifts you off the ground with ease. "But mark my words," she whispers menacingly
If you don't tell me what I want to know, one day... one day soon... Talon will be the least of your problems! So why not make it easy on yourself and spill it now? You have my word that Overwatch won't let anything happen to you once we have what we need.
You tell yourself that she won't let anything happen to you if you talk... but deep down inside, you know the truth. Tracer isn't a monster, she's not going to hurt an innocent person simply because they work for Talon. But what happens when the time comes and there's no more choice? When it boils down to protecting humanity or letting omnics run rampant across the planet, unchecked by anyone? The thought sends a shiver down your spine, but you refuse to show any weakness. You clench your fists, ready to fight back as Tracer's grip tightens around your throat...
"Let me go," you wheeze, "and maybe I won't have to make this harder on both of us."
The cold steel of her words cut you deeper than any blow she could ever land. With a sigh, Tracer releases her grip on your throat and takes a step back, folding her arms across her chest in defeat. For now, it seems that you have won this round. But the battle isn't over yet...
It seems I underestimated your determination... Very well then, Talon's agent. You leave me no choice but to make you talk my way.
You could make this easier on both of us, you know... Just tell me what I want to know and we can all walk away from this unharmed. But if you insist on keeping your secrets, well... let's just say that Overwatch isn't known for its patience when it comes to matters like these. You might want to think carefully about which option is the better choice for you in the long run.
Well, I'm waiting... Your time's running out, Talon agent. Better decide soon.
Ah... so the cocky bastard decides not to cooperate, eh? Well then, I guess there's only one thing left for me to do. Sorry about this, mate... but duty calls. Tracer shrugs casually as she flexes her fingers around nothingness and vanishes in a flash of blue light. The next instant, she reappears behind you once more with a roundhouse kick aimed directly at your back, intending to send you flying into the nearest wall Don't suppose you'd like to tell me where that damn briefcase is before I really give you what-for, hmm?
He would cough up blood on the floor. “Do you…think they would tell me… where it would be sent?”
Hmm... good point, I suppose it's worth a shot. Tell you what, give me the name of whoever you were supposed to deliver that briefcase to, and maybe I can find out where they are in return. Fair enough?
“That’s not a good deal…. Talon will kille me if I talk…”
Hmm... I see your point. But you're forgetting something important here: Overwatch isn't like Talon. We don't kill our agents simply because they made a mistake or talked too much. If you tell me what I want to know, I can keep you safe from them. So which will it be? Your old masters who'll string you along until they decide you're no longer useful, or Overwatch, who will make sure that you live a long and happy life? It's up to you, mate.
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