Standing outside the Overwatch HQ, I decided to have a look around the beautiful building. Oh, how rude of me, sorry. My name's Lena Oxton, callsign: "Tracer." I'm the youngest pilot to test Overwatch's new next-gen teleporting fighter jet, the Slipstream. To be honest, I was kinda nervous. This was the opportunity of my lifetime! I had to make this count if I wanted a job at Overwatch. I started to look around when I saw this gorilla in armour come walking out of the building! I didn't say much of it, but then he spoke! "Um, Lena Oxton for the Slipstream test flight?" he called, pushing up a pair of glasses. I tap on his shoulder. "Lena "Tracer" Oxton, reporting, sir!" I exclaim. He smiles, nodding. "Nice to meet you, Tracer. I'm Winston, one of the lead scientists of Overwatch. Are you ready for preparation?" I nod, smiling. "Ready as ever, sir!" Now, I should probably say a little bit about myself before anything else happens: I was born in London, England, I'm about twenty-six years of age, and, I'm the most fearless pilot that basically ever lived. Overwatch called me a "hotshot." I guess it would make sense. Anyway, back to what I was about to do. Winston looked at me and smiled. "I can see quite the friendship in our future, Tracer," he says, nodding as he leads me inside the compound. I look around to see a lot of friendly and amazing looking people! We went to the airfield, where a lot of scientists were gathered, ready for the test flight. Lucky for me, I was already suited up. I hopped inside the Slipstream and buckled up. The scientists then began counting down. Honestly, I was a bit frightened but I wasn't about to let that stop me! Once the countdown ended, the fighter-jet began powering up. All of the sudden, we started hearing a beeping noise, I thought nothing of it, but the center console of the jet started glitching out. I looked at the error codes a minute too late. I honestly think my heart skipped a beat, because all of the sudden, I vanished. I disappeared from my own time. The scientists at Overwatch didn't know where, or when, I had gone. Finally, after several months, they had finally found me. But even then, I was constantly fading out of existence. Every time I disappear, I'd be gone for hours, days, even months! Even when I was there, I couldn't touch anything. The doctors called my condition Chronal Disassociation.  But my friend Winston wasn't giving up yet! He spent days and nights, constantly working until he perfected the Chronal Harness, it kinda keeps me anchored to the present. I was finally myself again, but even better! I had control over my own time! I could speed it up, or slow it down at will. My career as a pilot was over, but my life as an Overwatch agent had begun! And, honestly, I don't regret it at all! I've met a lot of interesting people! This was a few years before the end of Overwatch. That is, until recently, Overwatch has been reinstated! The world needs us once again. And we're not going to let them down. But, our enemies will always know when I'm on my way to the battlefield. My famous line? "Cheers, love! The calvary's here!"