criminal joy . jessie/tracer | blitz
Jan 1, 2017 11:50:04 GMT -5
Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 1, 2017 11:50:04 GMT -5
{ tracer }
Overwatch Headquarters is a strange place, but it isn't miserable, not as miserable as I thought it would be. I prepared for the worst after the Peacekeepers handcuffed me and hauled me off to the Detention Center.
But I'm glad to be here at Overwatch — it's better than rotting away in a cell. The others are like me, too, criminals. There's Widowmaker, Genji, Sombra, Jessie, and so many more. I don't know their stories, and they don't know mine, but I've been wondering what they did to get here since I arrived. Were they thieves like me? Are their crimes worse than mine?
Around the corner where I stand in an open room, Jessie is assembling guns at a work table. That's his thing, firearms, and I ponder if his crime had something to do with them. He's a weird one, that McCree.
I grin crookedly — "that Tracer smile," they used to call it back in District Eight. I think I know exactly how to get to know Jessie McCree better.
My eyes dart around the room, looking for high places. And then I see it — a stack of metal boxes leading up to the ceiling, where there are hooks and wires in place, probably set up for some sort of training exercise. Quietly, I begin to climb up the boxes until I reach one of the cords and grab onto it, swinging from one to the next, until I'm right on top of Jessie.
I lower myself to his work table, swinging upside down so that our eyes meet. "Hi Jessie!" I squeal, and reach down to steal the gun he was working on. "Bye Jessie!" And I'm off, swinging to the next wire like a monkey on crack.
But what better way to get to know someone than stealing from them?