"You're going to London? As in London, England?!"

If reinstating Overwatch and warning them about Reaper wasn't exciting enough, Winston actually asked me if I wanted to go with him in searching for the rest of the Overwatch agents!

Are you kidding me right now?! This is like a dream come true! I actually get to work with Overwatch after all! True, most likely not as an official agent, rather as Winston's assistant, but none of the less, I was seriously pumped!

Right when I accepted his offer, Winston told me to rush back home and gather my belongings, as we would be heading off to London straight away to meet up with Tracer. THE Tracer! First Winston, and now the one and only Tracer? Who know who else I'll get to meet next.

I was in my room, packing up my suitcase and backpack with my clothes and any of my other belongs I figured I might need. I was wearing a red short sleeve shirt a white long sleeve crop top over top and then my leather jacket over top that, dark black jeans and brown boots.

"Yep!" I piped, smiling brightly at my brother Dave as he stood by the doorway in shock.

"Right now?!" He asked with shock.

"Yes, it's a last minute thing!" I defended.

"B-B-But you literally just got the job last week, and you're already going on a--- on a---" He stuttered, running his fingers through his hair.

"A business trip?" I guessed.

"That's the term I was looking for," He snapped his fingers, stepping into the room towards me. "Hope, don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you. Really, I am. But don't you think this is all happening a little too fast?"

"No!" I defended, turning around to face him. "Well, maybe... yes... I don't know!" I slapped my forehead before sighing, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Dave, this could be a good thing for me! I'll be out for a couple of days, but I'll be back!"

"Well," Dave's eyes were filled with uncertainty, but once he saw my assuring face, he relaxed his tense muscles, smiling at me. "Alright. I'll take your word for it."

"Thanks bro," I chuckled, hugging him. "I'll buy you a present while I'm in London!"

"How very kind of you," he teased, returning the gesture as he ruffled my long dark hair. "Do you want a ride to the airport?"

"That's okay," I hummed, pulling away as I zipped up my suitcase and put on my backpack. "It's all taken care of."

"Oh, okay then," He replied, scratching his head as he stepped to the side, allowing me to pull my suitcase out of my bedroom.

"Tell you what, I'll text you when we land, okay?" I suggested, stopping in front of the main door as I reached up to the coat rack, slipping my scarf around my neck.

"Sounds like a plan." he agreed, waving at me. "Have fun!"

"Thanks," I sang. "Love you big bro!"

"Love you too, little sis." he grinned.

He watched me off as I left the apartment, the air around him going silent as he was left as the remaining body in the room.

"Dang, a business trip in just a week?" He mumbled. "Who the heck is she even working for anyway?"

********

"Winston, this is incredible!" I exclaimed.

Winston and I were riding in a original Overwatch shuttle jet! It looks just like the ones I would see in the holovideos at school! I even saw one on display when the Overwatch exhibit came to my local museum. It was pretty neat. They showed off the original uniforms, some of the gadgets they had, it was really cool!

In fact I was so excited about the trip, I barely even slept! I spent the time watching a movie on my phone, listening to Lucio's newest album, and taking a look around and seeing what the ship had to offer.

The ship was large enough for two people to sit in the cock pit, a small sitting area/kitchen, and two restrooms on the other side of the ship, and finally in the middle of the ship along side two small stairwells were a combination of the passenger seats along the walls that had the option of stretching out into beds, a work out room, and the command center.

"Sorry if I've said that for the hundredth time, this trip." I smiled cheaply, a nervous chuckle escaping my lips.

"It's no trouble at all, Hope," Winston assured me. "I'm actually glad you're enjoying yourself, considering how long this flight has been."

"This isn't my first flight to London. I came here once years ago when I was kid," I explained, leaning back in the passenger seat of the cock pit.

"Of course once I get the Engine Accelerator fixed, we won't have to worry about these long trips." Winston added.

"What do you mean by that?" I questioned, raising a brow at the gorilla.

"With the Engine Accelerator, we'll be able to hyper jump to any destination we please," He explained. "Reducing a normal few hours flight time to 30 seconds."

I sat up straight in my chair, slamming my hands on the arm rests. "It can make this ship go that fast?"

"Oh yes, defiantly." Winston chuckled, turning the steering wheel of the ship to make a left.

"I've only seen that kind of stuff in sci-fi movies," I spoke with astonishment. "How come airplanes or cars or other stuff that have that kind of tech?"

"It's strictly experimental and restricted to Overwatch operations," Winston answered. "I was planning to create more of them and distribute them to the public once I perfected it. That was until, you know..."

"Overwatch shutting down..." I finished.

"Yes," Winston sulked. He stayed like that for a brief moment before composing himself, straightening his posture. "Well, no point to drawl about the past. We have bigger things to worry about."

"So, how much longer before we get to London?" I asked.

The ship rocked suddenly, the engines powering down as Winston moved away from the controls. "Right now."

I bolted up from my seat and pressed my hands against the glass window, looking out. When the smoke cleared, I could see we were out in the country side, just right outside the city.

We left Vancouver at around 8:30 at night and with the time zone difference, in London it was 4:30 in the morning when we left. Now I kind of felt bad for waking up Tracer and some of the other agents. Anyways, with the time zones in mind, our current arrival time now was 12:30pm. Which means, technically, Winston and I have been flying all night and morning to get here.

"Oh," I spoke bluntly, my eyes widening with surprise. "Look at that."

"I need to stay here and make some modifications to the ship," said Winston. "In the meantime, I want you to rendezvous with Tracer."

"Me?!" I exclaimed, pointing at myself.

"If Talon does go after her, they'll be expecting me to be the one to go find her," Winston explained.

"Whereas they won't be expecting me to go look for her... because they have no idea who I am." I slowly realized.

"Exactly my point, Hope," Winston smiled, signalling me to follow him.

"Okay, so, where do I go?" I asked with a shrug.

"Tracer lives in the King's Row district of the city. She attends a local pub there. It should be easy to spot, but just in case you get lost," Winston explained as I followed him down the small flight of stairs and out into the middle room of the ship. He picked up something from the middle table and gently strapped it to my wrist. "You are more then welcome to use this."

"A watch?" I predicted.

"A wrist communicator. With this you'll be able to communicate with other agents in its range, and also track their location, so long as their security code has been logged in," said Winston as he tapped the screen, displaying the image of a map of the city with a yellow blip on the far corner. "I've already installed Tracer's code into this communicator, so you should have no trouble finding her."

"Got'cha! I'm on it, Winston!" Giving the gorilla a thumbs up, I was about to take off when he reached over and caught me by the shoulder, pulling me back.

"Hold your horses there, Hope," He chuckled. "I know you're eager to go, but did you really expect me to just let you walk there?"

"Wait, you're giving me more stuff?" I asked, starting to get excited.

He smirked at me as he walked over to the side of the room, opening up a secret compartment as he pulled out and assembled a hover-scooter! It was a beautiful shade of white with blue hue highlights.

"It looks awesome, Winston!" I stared at the vehicle in awe as I walked towards it. "I haven't road one of these in years. This will defiantly make the trip faster."

"Safety first," he instructed, handing me a sleek, matching helmet.

I took it out of his hands, strapping the helmet onto my head before climbing on to the scooter. I revved the right handle back, bringing the scooter to lift as electrical engine powered online and the scooter shot up, hovering from the floor.

"I'll be back in a flash, Winston!" I waved.

"Be careful, and keep an eye out for any more Talon agents," Winston cautioned as he walked to the other side of the room, slamming his fist onto a button that opened up a giant side door of the ship that led to the outside world. "Report back to me if there's any trouble."

"Copy that." I grinned.

I pressed my left foot down on the floor and with a heavy push, I flew forward, riding my hover-scooter out of the ship, and down a dirt road of London's country side.

*******

The city of London was way more exhilarating than I imagined it to be. Plus it's changed quite a bit since my last visit. For one thing, there were skyscrapers as far as the eye could see, and the city had to be at least two, maybe three times bigger since the last few decades.

By the time it took me to travel across the country to get to the city of London, and find King's Row, it was quite the trip. An hour at least. But the harder part was locating Tracer. I did manage to find the pub Winston was talking about earlier. I waited a few minutes for her there, half an hour tops, to see if she would pop in by chance, and I got a quick bite to eat while I was there too, since I haven't really eaten anything since we left Vancouver.

When that plan was a bust, I took Winston's aid and tried using my new wrist communicator to track her. At first I thought my new gadget was glitching, because one minute her locator blip would be in one part of the district and then the next minute, she just zaps to a different location in entirely.

"What the heck?" I uttered, looking around the area.

I could have sworn I had been chasing that blip for over an hour. I nearly got into trouble with the local authorities for speeding. They classified me as a tourist when I showed them my Canadian Health card as an I.D., so I was lucky enough that they let me off with a warning.

A couple times when I neared her location, I could have sworn I saw some sort of blue streak of light around a corner. I checked my communicator screen again, watching as the blips kept appearing in a similar pattern, like they were going around in a circle all around King's Row. I watched the blips for a few moments, and when I believed I had figured out the pattern, I bolted down an alley way on my scooter and put it in park.

I huddled in the corner, watching and waiting for something, someone. That's when I heard it. A "WHOOSH" kind of sound. I jerked my scooter forward, coming out of hiding.

"Ah, ha!" I shouted.

A female figure yelped, jumping back away from me. The two of us froze, just staring at each other. Tracer erupted with laughter, brushing a lock of her hair out of the way of her goggles.

"Aw, love, you finally got me!"

Satisfied that I finally found who I was looking for, I collapsing forward, leaning my body against the bars of the scooter as I breathed in and out heavily. "What was that all about?"

"My apologies there. You're Hope, right? I have to admit, I was expecting Winston to come here," Tracer spoke honestly. "So when I saw you show up with that wrist communicator, I wasn't internally sure if you were a friend or foe."

"So, wait, you were testing me?" I questioned.

Tracer nodded in reply. "I wanted to see your behaviour during a hunt. How you would react to certain situations. If you were a Talon agent, it's most likely they would have started shooting the place up long ago. Not the first time a new Overwatch recruit turned out to be a plant."

My eyes widened, waving my hands defensively at the young woman. "Oh no, I wouldn't really call myself a new recruit. I'm just, well, Winston's newly appointed assistant."

"Well for someone who works with computers, you sure were moving quite fast back there," Tracer complimented. "I thought for sure you would have caught me a few times."

"I played a few sports back in my grade schools," I elaborated, pulling myself up. "In my defense, I technically did sit in front of a computer all through college, and second of all, I'm only a year younger than you."

Tracer giggled at the remark, smiling brightly in my direction. "You're a funny one. Winston's told me quite a bit about you. I think we'll get along just great!"

"You really think so?" I asked, sounding hopeful.

She hummed in reply, extending her hand towards mine. "You know me as Tracer, but my real name is Lena. Lena Oxton."

I took her hand, shaking it as I smiled back at her. "Nice to meet you, Lena. I'm Hope Ivery, but you already know that."

"Well then, Miss Ivery, shall we be off then?" She suggested.

"Let's," I grinned.

"Race you back to Winston?" She teased, getting ready to sprint.

"No thank you!" I answered quickly, sticking my hand out towards her. "I'm still recovering from our game earlier. How about we just walk for now?"

Tracer chuckled, standing back up straight. "Sure!"

The two of us smiled at each other as I stepped off of the scooter, walking it off as Tracer and I made our way out of the alley and back into the streets of King's Row.