The silence inside of the Overwatch Base creeps the halls and the rooms of the sleeping members within. McCree leaning against the wall next to his room with his hat tilted over his face, resting with his head bowed. A noise like a stampede of cattle rings out from down the far end of the long, dark hall alerting McCree of an unknown presence. Cautiously as he tilts his hat back onto his head taking a quick survey of his surroundings he sees three shadowy figures headed in his direction.
The air grows stiff as he scans around where he stands. Back pressed against the white tile wall McCree slips towards the nearby hallway headed in a different direction than the one he stands in. Feeling the short nervous breaths escaping his mouth McCree shuffles his body around the corner getting lower to the ground.
Unable to recognize the storming of feet McCree readies himself for impact remaining positioned before another set of footsteps are heard from down the hall approaching quickly. Out of the corner of his eye McCree notices a familiar face of Tracer coming as the chronal accelerator upon her chest gives her location away.
Turning his head he glances at Tracer noticing her clip her other leg with her other foot on the other leg while running, after turning her head spotting McCree. In one swift movement crumbling to the floor in a swift domino like motion roughly hitting the marble flooring before sliding after the fall on the smooth surface.
"Tracer! Are you okay?" McCree says silently bolting to her side.
Motionless for a second Tracer lies there moving her hand to the back of her head. Fallen backwards the contact to the floor did a small number of minor issues for Tracer. While holding onto her head McCree kneeling down beside her making sure she's okay before continuing on. Carefully and slowly Tracer sits up with her hand lightly pressed to the back of her head. Without another thought Tracer shifts her body to face McCree next to her.
McCree starts rubbing the back of Tracer's head, "Stand up, an attack is approaching."
"What?"
"I hear people running, but I think it's an attack." McCree says as he offers a hand to Tracer.
Recalling to her feet with a fast flick of blue light Tracer glares at McCree.
"Let's go to the shelter, we need to get ready in case this is an attack and you're not wearing your uniform."
"Why should I have to wear my uniform?"
"That brings you advantages against others doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but what if they're friendly?"
"It doesn't sound like that to me, why are they rushing?"
McCree starts walking carefully towards the shelter with his hand on Tracer's back pushing her along in front of himself.
"Come on, I don't want to leave you alone."
"Why are we going to the shelter? It's so boring!"
"It's better than dying, plus the weapons to protect ourselves are in there."
Moments pass before Tracer looks back into McCree's face with a glare with eyes of fire and clearly isn't happy.
"Tracer, please. We can go back out again once we're ready."
"Urgh, fine," says Tracer as she crosses her arms across her chest like a mad little kid.
Upon arriving to the shelter McCree turns locking the door behind him once they're both inside the darkened room.
Tracer continues to stand and glare at McCree.
Going over to the lockers quickly at the back end of the room McCree sees that Tracer's locker is partly open before going into it grabbing her uniform. McCree holds out Tracer's uniform to her trying not to be upset at her for refusing to do what she's told to do.
Seconds pass as a loud horn rattles outside the room throughout the halls as it becomes deafening before the noise fades out minutes later.
Tracer remains where she stands giving McCree the same dirty look she's been giving him ever since he started speaking to her about a possible attack.
The loud steps steps grow louder, "Tracer! Please!"
"Why?"
The ear splitting sound of gunshots are heard.
"Tracer, get dressed this instant!"
In a rush McCree bolts over to the weapon display at the corner of the room, he grabs his gun.
Tracer heads to the back room and suits up before coming back, "Happy now?"
"Shh!" shushes McCree.
The strange people can be heard coming closer to the location.
Tracer snorts in irritation.
McCree standing beside the door he pulls his finger up to his lips facing Tracer giving Tracer the signal to be quiet.
Tracer snorts again.
McCree starts moving his mouth but says nothing, Grab your guns, they're coming closer. He hopes that Tracer can understand what he's saying.
Glaring further Tracer can understand what he's trying to say but chooses to completely ignore his advice.
Silent in seconds trying to not move a strike of fear crosses his face.
"What?"
A loud bang strikes the door, it scares the hell out of McCree making him flinch. Rushing out he grabs Tracer dragging her behind the brown leather couch that sits in the room. Lines and cracks start showing on the door, people are breaking into the room.
As the door cracks Tracer is glaring at the door before a grin crosses her face. Not noticing Tracer get up McCree is shoved forcefully into the middle of the room in the line of the door. The door splinters into hundreds of shards as he hits the floor.
"The fuck?" McCree says as he reacts quickly shooting the shadowy figure between the eyes.
On his feet in seconds McCree grabs a hold of Tracer by her hands before running past the body in dark black clothing lying on the floor.
"Let go of me!"
"Do you seriously want to die?"
"Do you?"
"No, I don't want to die! Why would I want that?"
Both McCree and Tracer run through the halls that are filled with extra rooms for separate classes. McCree drags Tracer into her room around the corner.
"What are you doing?"
"Hiding, the hell you think I'm doing?"
"Why don't we go say hello?"
"They busted the door, I don't think they want to have a tea party with u- you forgot your guns!"
"Oops."
"We know you're here, show yourselves!" shouts a voice in the hallway.
"Why should we?" Tracer responds.
McCree takes his hand quickly putting it over Tracer's mouth to silence her. Without hesitation in response to his hand Tracer takes a hard bite to his hand.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"We know where you're at now!" says the same voice from the halls, rushing sounds can be heard.
Looking around frantically McCree starts looking for an escape route while planning their escape.
"You idiot! Climb under the bed!" says Tracer in a hushed voice.
"The window!" says McCree as he stands up from the floor.
Quickly diving for the door and shutting it he opens Tracer's window.
Tracer gives McCree a light tap on his shoulder before grinning as he turns. He sees the bed rising revealing a trap door underneath, the way out.
