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!
Aqui te espero
Hmmm, I see you're not much for words, are ya? Alright then, how about this... if you don't put down that gadget of yours right now and get your hands up in the air where I can see them, I'll be forced to use these lovely little pistols here. And trust me when I say that it won't be pleasant for you!
You think I'm afraid of your toys? Show me what you got, gringa!
Well now, aren't we just full of bravado today? Alright then, let me show you what I can do with these "toys"! Tracer pulls the trigger twice in rapid succession. The bullets strike true and hit you squarely on each shoulder. You cry out in pain as your energy weapons suddenly malfunction, sparking violently before falling silent to the ground. Tears of anger streak down your cheeks as you struggle to maintain your composure. A single tear drops onto the concrete floor with a soft splat. Now then... why don't you tell me what I want to know?
I... I won't tell you anything!
Well aren't you just full of surprises? Fine then, don't say I didn't warn ya... Tracer shakes her head disapprovingly and glances down at the disabled energy weapon by your feet. With a soft click, she activates her chronal accelerator, the device around her wrist beginning to hum ominously. She then jumps forward in an instant and snatches up the energy weapon before you can react, grinning mischievously. As she holds it out for you to see, the gears on her chronal accelerator whir into action and she briefly flickers out of sight, only to reappear several feet away with an amused smirk playing across her lips. Now then... let's try this again, shall we?
Oh, all right! I was just supposed to gather information about their defenses... I swear I wasn't going to harm anything! Just tell me what you want to know and I'll give it to you!
Well then, aren't we getting along just splendidly? Tell me what you know about Overwatch's new defense system and I might let you live to see the light of day again. Or... she grins wickedly I could always just leave you here for the cleanup crew. Your choice, mate.
Oh, come on now... you don't expect me to trust anything you say, do ya? Fine, have it your way. Tracer glances down at her chronal accelerator and frowns slightly before shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly But remember this moment, pal - 'cause after today... we're not gonna be friends anymore.