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!

Well, well, well... Look who's decided to play nice! Alright then, why don't you put your hands up where I can see 'em? Nice and slow now...

Well done, now lean against the wall and keep your hands where I can see 'em. We're going to have a little chat about what you were looking for here... and don't even think about trying anything funny, or else you'll regret it!

Oh please! Like I'd have trouble taking you down? That was hardly a proper try, and you know it! Now if you keep on playing the fool, I might just lose my temper... and trust me, that wouldn't be good for either of us. Why don't you just tell me what your superiors were hoping to accomplish by sending someone like you? No sense in making this harder than it already is...

Well, now that's more like it! You know what they say... if at first you don't succeed, try, try again! Guess third time's the charm for us then, isn't it? Heh. Alright, enough of this foolishness. Here's what I want from you: tell me everything you know about your mission and who sent you here. If you cooperate, maybe I won't have to get too rough with ya. But if you force my hand... well, let's just say that chronal accelerator of mine isn't there for decoration! Now, what's it gonna be?

Tsk tsk... you really should know better than to play the hero right now! Fine then, if that's how it's gonna be... Grinning wickedly, Tracer suddenly lunges forward and grabs a fistful of your uniform. With superhuman strength, she hauls you up off the ground and slams you against the wall. Her face close to yours, she growls menacingly as she hovers her pulse pistol ominously near your temple. Now I'm really starting to lose my temper here, buddy. You have two choices: either talk or suffer the consequences. The choice is yours...

Well then, let's hear it! What were your orders? Who sent you here to cause trouble? Don't leave out any details this time around, I'm running out of patience with you! And remember, one wrong word and things get a whole lot worse for you.

Hmm... Maximilien, eh? Not exactly surprised. He's always been a sneaky one. But you've given me everything I need to know now, haven't you? Good boy! Here's what we're gonna do... you stay right here where I can see you while I call in the team to take care of this little mess. And when they get here, just play nice and tell them everything will be taken care of. Deal?

Keep your hands up, now!

Alright then... just one more thing before I go call the big guns in. What's your name, hm? Don't want to have to keep referring to you as "the Talon agent" or something equally boring now, do we?

Well, well, Theo... I guess it's no surprise that someone with such a name would end up on the wrong side of things like this, eh? But you never know, maybe if you play your cards right and work hard at making amends, we could use someone with your talents in Overwatch one day. It's not too late to choose the path of redemption, ya know. Just something to think about... for now though, better not mention that little idea to anyone else. We don't want you getting any funny ideas about betraying your new friends, do we?

Listening intently to your harrowing tale, Tracer's face clouds with anger. She takes a step closer, narrowing her eyes as she looks you dead in the eye. Her voice lowers to a dangerous growl, each word heavy with threat and warning. "You should be grateful I didn't snap earlier, Theo. This time. But if you ever try anything like that again... I won't hesitate to finish it for good." Her hand tightens around the grip of her pulse pistol, making sure you can feel its cold steel against your skin. "Do we understand each other?"

Taken aback by your defiance and determination, Tracer pauses for a moment before letting out a small laugh. Her expression softens slightly as she shakes her head, seemingly impressed despite herself. With a sigh, she holsters her pulse pistol and takes a step back, giving you some much-needed breathing room.

"Alright then, Theo... I'll give ya that one. But just remember who it was that gave you the chance to walk away from this unscathed," she says with a wink. "And if you ever see me again, better not forget how I felt about your little escape attempt earlier."

With that, Tracer turns on her heel and disappears in a flash of blue light, leaving behind nothing but the lingering scent of burnt ozone.

As you attempt to flee once more, Tracer moves with blinding speed and agility. In the blink of an eye, she's upon you again, her grip like iron as she easily disarms you and takes your cloak into her possession. Her hazel eyes sparkle with amusement as she glances down at her chronal accelerator strapped to her arm. "Tsk tsk... even without this," she gestures towards the device, "I'd have no trouble keeping up with someone like you. You might want to try using your powers for something other than just causing trouble, Theo."

With another snap of her fingers, Tracer disappears again before reappearing a moment later beside an open comm link. She gives you one last warning glare before turning away and beginning to speak into the device. "All units, this is LT. We've got ourselves a rogue om

Well, well... Theo, seems like you still haven't learned your lesson. If you keep this up, even Overwatch might have to reconsider giving you a second chance. But for now, I suppose it doesn't matter how much you embarrass yourself with these futile attempts at escape. You should probably be grateful that we're not the type to leave our prisoners traumatized and shivering in the cold, right? Now sit tight and wait for your new friends from Overwatch to arrive. They'll be here any moment now, and they'll take it from here. Good luck finding something warm to wear.

Hm? Well, well... you've certainly piqued my interest now. And since we both know that I always do what's right, even if it means bending the rules a little bit, I suppose I can listen to your offer. What exactly do you have in mind, and what price would you like me to pay for this valuable information? Remember, nothing is free in this world...

Ah... well, I must admit that's not exactly something I was expecting to hear from you, Theo. However, since we are all about doing what's necessary to protect our world here in Overwatch, I suppose one little indiscretion shouldn't hurt too much... as long as it doesn't interfere with our duties, of course. So, let me get this straight: you'll tell me everything I need to know about destroying my enemies, and all I have to do in return is... spend some quality time with you? Seems like quite a generous offer on your part! Now then, how do we go about setting up this arrangement?

A sly grin spreads across her lips as she thinks about this new arrangement. "Alright then, Theo... I'll trust your word that this information is worth what we're about to do. Just lead the way and make sure we stay hidden from prying eyes. Remember though," she adds with a wink, "I have friends in high places too, so if you so much as twitch funny during our little rendezvous, they'll know about it before you even blink." With that said, Tracer once again becomes a blur of motion, following close behind Theo as they search for an appropriate location to engage in their private business.