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OVOREwatch Interactive. - Page 659 - Lena Oxton... or as she's better known, Tracer. - By TheComrade - Overview
Your previous assignments with Overwatch had always been less glamorous, generally having been relegated to outpost duty in some barren patch of land hundreds of miles from anything that could charitably be called civilization. That changed when Talon decided to make an appearance: you aquitted yourself well and, perhaps more importantly, survived. The was more than enough for you to be noticed and transferred to Gibralter.

When you were first stationed at Point Gibralter, you'd been amazed by the opportunity to see actual heroes in the flesh. Now, as you look at the overgrown child bouncing towards you, you can't help but feel that the magic was gone. Seeing the figure from the posters bouncing around and grinning like a child tends to do that. Dressed in her usual Overwatch 'uniform', Lena Oxton, more commonly known as Tracer, proceeded to happily invade your personal space.

"Lovely day, aint it?"

You uncomfortably shift slightly to the side, unable to step back thanks to the wall and unwilling to make a more obvious move given who it is. You hesitantly nod, your expression hidden by the faceplate on your armor, something that you can't help but be thankful for at moments like this. She grins in response, playfully slapping your chestplate before moving to the door.

"Well luv, I'm going to get on with it!"

You pause for a moment, trying to recover your composure as she bounces to the door, only recalling your intended job as she reaches for the handle. Raising a hand and stepping forward, you half black the door, your voice crackling through the helmet's speaker

"I'm going to need your ID, Ms. Oxton."

She pauses, a slightly guilty look appearing on her face, a tinge of red appearing on her cheeks as she starts patting down her near skintight uniform for the ID card. You politely stand by as she does, politely looking past in an attempt to give her a little space, one again appreciating the beautiful views that come along with this assignment. After several seconds have passed, you take the opportunity to look back to see if she had found the keycard...
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