TheProky

Things were quiet for a change in the world that revolved around the headquarters of Overwatch. The robot attacks had subsided for the most part, perhaps to recharge their batteries (as the jovial Tracer joked one day) or to plan their next attack. Combine that with ‘training sessions’ all done until after the weekend, and normal citizens were suddenly finding themselves in a rare period of peace and tranquility. The same could be said for anyone, both good and bad, with even remote ties to Overwatch, as evidenced by three casually-dressed figures approaching the doors to Brigitte’s laboratory. Most people knew these three heroes as Tracer, Pharah, and Mercy. As already mentioned, all three were dressed casually in pants and T-shirts without a shred of heroic gear on them. “So, lads, what do you suppose Brigitte is cooking up for us?” Tracer asked as the trio stood outside the automatic doors, watching as the lights on it changed as the security system scanned them from head to