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“Allez L’amoureux. ” Gérard comforted, “I’m sure Captain Amari will turn up soon.”
Amélie nodded, not really believing his words, “Oui, I know she is a capable woman, but it’s not like her to resign without explanation and disappear. I can’t help but worry.”
Gérard took the flier from her hands, “This is the event you wanted to take Amari to, no? Why don’t we go there together?”
She straightened out the flier, announcing Ramattra giving a speech at King’s Row after the newly founded and hopefully dismantled Null sector attack. She planned to attend with Ana before they had to return to the Swiss base, but with her gone...
“I don’t know. Perhaps we should focus on the mission while we're there. Overwatch is falling apart, and we shouldn’t be distracted.
“ Mon cher, you cannot work yourself into the ground like it will fix everything.” He brushed her hair out of her face. “Take a breather, and enjoy a night off when we finish the debriefing.”
Amélie smiled softly, holding her hand to Gérard’s as he cupped her face. “If you insist mon amour .”
Gérard smiled, kissing her gently on the forehead. “Good, now let’s finish packing.”
The riot still didn’t sit right with Amélie. The main protests were the construction sites, The Underworld, which was a settlement under King’s Row and Neo-London comprised entirely of omnics, and the powerplant which sat above it. None of those places would have been capable of mass producing OR14s or Bastions on the scale that was seen at the riot. So where did they come from? The crowd around her murmured in excitement, humans and Omnics alike. The night chill settled on her shoulder, she really should have grabbed her jacket. She heard Gérard chuckle behind her.
“Amélie, you forgot your-”
“Yes I know I forgot my jacket, I am already freezing for it.”
“No! no, ehh look.” He tapped the side of her head and everyone became outlined in red. She forgot to take off her Infra Visor.
“Oh,” She sighed, “Well, this will have to wait till later, he’s about to start.”
She was just about to turn it off when she caught sight of something. Something moving across the rooftops. At first, she thought it was Ramattra’s security team, but then one blipped out. Then blipped back in.
“Non.” She muttered under her breath, the crowd getting excited as Ramattra walked out of the Church.
Gérard glanced at her confused, “Amélie, are you alright?”
“Make sure the crowd is safe, There’s someone on the roof.” She said, already turning to run to the hotel and grab her gun.
“Amélie the Security team can handle-”
“They cannot,” She already witnessed two guards incapacitated while talking, thanks to her visor. “A bientôt, ma Cher!”
Tracer blinked, taking out one guard with a swift hit to the head by her pulse pistols. The other went down after being riddled by the bullets from said pistols. She brushed a spiderweb away from the edge of the rooftop as she settled down near the edge
When Tracer was a kid she was scared of spiders. Told they don’t feel emotion, that their hearts never beat. Now though, she knows the truth.
With the guards on her roof dispatched she let her mind wander. Enjoying these few moments when free from Talon, and missions. Even if she could never vocalize that, damn conditioning from Vengeance, she rolled her eyes and made a mocking gesture with her hand as Ramattra went on about The Iris or something. Three emergency pulse bombs charged in case the Commandant missed. Three felt excessive but hey you never know when an explosion will help.
“Is the location secure?” The Commandant’s voice buzzed out of her earpiece. Speak of the devil.
“Yes, Commandant the roof’s secure hurry up!”
“Is that any way to speak to your superior, Tracer?”
She winced. “No, Arch-Commandant…”
“That’s what I thought. I’ll be there soon.”
“Soon? More like when he’s done talking slow-ass old wanker…” she muttered.
“For your sake, I’m going to pretend you muted yourself properly. Vengeance has more important work to do than fix you.”
She scrambled to mute her earpiece then sighed in relief as it finally did. She turned back to watch Rammattra continue his speech.
BAM!
She felt white hot searing pain in her arm. She yelped, recalling back to a few seconds ago. She dove behind the rooftop access door for cover, following the white smoke trail back to its source.
“Stop by another time, Cherie?” Captain Lacroix.
Tracer grit her teeth, she did not want to deal with this in her small free moment. She blinked out of cover let loose her pulse pistols running right where Lacroix should be. She grappled to the top of a billboard, firing her rifle one-handed keeping Tracer in her sight.
“Come down and fight me! Or are you running back to your web?!”
The Captain didn’t respond, instead grappling to the top of the access door and tossing out her Silk shield as cover and scoping in. Tracer blinked up onto the small platform at the bottom of the billboard before realizing she was gone. She groaned, blinking once more back to the rooftop and ducking behind an air duct.
She pressed a finger to her earpiece. “Arch-Commandant, I need backup.”
“I thought you cleared the security team out?”
Tracer rolled her eyes, returning fire one-handed. “Overwatch is still in town. Captain Lacroix”
Tracer couldn't see her but knew the woman she was talking to stiffened. “sending an extraction team early. I can get her from the helicopter but you’ll have to get the target yourself. Get this job done.”
Like that, the call ended, Tracer quickly blinked out of her cover as soon as Widow reloaded to the billboard's platform, then jumped up to where Widow was. It startled her backward and now gave her the high ground. Lacroix winced, running to the air duct Tracer used to be behind and crouching down for cover. A few bullets grazed her arm as she went. She tapped the side of her visor, tuning into the Security team’s channel.
“Ramattra is in danger. Gunner on the roof! I repeat, Gunner on the roof!”
“This is a Secure channel. No one’s allowed-”
“I said Ramattra’s in danger, get him out of here!”
"Identify yourself!”
“Captain Amel-” she was cut off.
“Present for ya!” Tracer had stopped firing, blinking up close to Widow and then tossing a pulse bomb.
Amélie panicked, shooting it midair.
Kra-Koom!
“The gunner has bombs, I repeat get Ramattra out of here!”
The explosion sent them both flying off the roof, Widow shot her grappling hook back towards the roof, it missing Tracer as she blinked behind her. She turned quickly to watch what she was doing, seeing another pulse bomb flying at her.
“Catch!”
She shot it before it could stick to her. Sending her flying back up towards the rooftop and Tracer down towards the ground.
Amélie's ears ringed, having been near two explosions almost point-blank. She struggled to stand. But she didn’t need to stand, she needed to get tracer before she hit the ground. Her gun was shakey in her hand, partly from the blood loss and partly from the frigid night air. She cursed herself for not grabbing her jacket in the hotel when she could. Especially with the wind picking up and blowing her hair all over. She hobbled over to the edge, Watching the scope bringing Tracer’s head ever so closer to her unsteady view. She held her breath trying to calm her aim before firing.
A shot rang out, but it wasn’t hers.
She screamed. Blood trickled down her face where her left eye should be. Pain radiated all through her head. She felt it already beginning to mat her hair. She felt the back of her head feeling blood ooze out from there. It was too precise for tracer’s pistols, so who? She managed to flip around and saw red and black. Talon. The Helicopter blades whirred stirring up the air. So that wasn’t the wind she was feeling. Her eyelid felt heavy, but managed to scope into the helicopter’s open door.
And there sat scoped in on her, Ana Amari.
“...What?”
Another explosion sounded off in the distance. Her eyes widened, she wanted to turn and look. Needed to, but she didn’t have the strength. Amari fired another shot, knocking the gun out of her hand.
“Non, Non, Non!” She shouted, feeling Tracer now recalled in front of her, perfectly fine.
“Looks like I won’t need to stop by another time, love.”
She shouted, grabbing at Tracer’s boots. “Why?! Why would you do this?”
Tracer laughed, kicking her hand off, and shoving her off the roof’s edge with her foot.
“Bye love, My ride’s here!” She nodded towards the hovercraft.
When Tracer was a kid she was scared of spiders. She was told they don’t feel emotion, that their hearts never beat. Now though, she knows the truth. Every spider is different, this spider feels emotion, this spider bleeds and this spider was easy to squish.