Amelie` never forgot the day that changed her life. It was just another day at Watchpoint: Gibraltar. She had her standard rifle given to her by her superiors, Commander Morrison and the lead doctor Angela Ziegler.

Amelie` wore her standard uniform, a blue visor over the top half of her face. She wore tight blue pants and an orange jacket over a white shirt. The jacket had the word 'Precision' embroiled on the backside of it.

Amelie` gripped the mic on the side of her face, licking her red lips for a moment before she spoke.

"This is Precision reporting in from sector five...All clear here, no Talon activities..." Amelie` whispered into the mic as she leaned back against the metal wall of the watchtower.

Static filled her ear before the rough voice of Jack Morrison responded to her.

"Copy that, LaCroix. Come back home and we'll give you a new task..." Jack said.

Amelie` chuckled to herself as she pulled the heavy rifle over her back.

"LaCroix, 76? I thought we said we're going by nicknames over the comms!" Amelie` giggled out as she climbed down the ladder.

"I would if you could come up with something better than 'Precision', Amelie`..." Jack laughed out.

Amelie` felt her tanned cheeks blush as she hopped off the ladder and onto the ground. She reached up to her mic to respond, but something hit her. Hard. She toppled onto the ground, her visor and mic falling off her head.

Amelie` jumped to her feet, going to unsling her rifle. She reached back, but it was quickly ripped away from her back, a blur of purple light flying in the opposite direction.

The woman in front of her stopped, examining the rifle in her hands. She had spiky hair, with freckles on icy blue skin. She had a mangled, rusty looking contraption on her chest, which had a purple light flickering in its center. She wore a black leather jacket with dark black leggings that clung to her skin.

She chuckled as she threw the rifle away.

"Miss me, love?" Tracer asked as she blinked forward, slamming her hand hard into Amelie's face.

Amelie` stumbled back, holding her burning cheek.

"Oxton...You murderer..." Amelie` hissed.

Lena chuckled, twirling her pistols in her fingers.

"Awh, you still angry over what happened, love? You know...I smile every time I remember their faces when I slowly kill them...Their last breath...Their eyes...It's...So...Energizing, love!" Lena giggles evilly, her golden eyes glaring towards Amelie.

It wasn't always like this. Amelie` used to know the woman in front of her. Lena Oxton...Codename Tracer. She was an Overwatch agent...Was.

Amelie` traveled towards the house. A gunshot was heard by the house by a neighbor, and instead of the police, Overwatch was asked to investigate for some reason unbeknownst to Amelie`.

As Amelie` approached the house, she opened her eyes wide in shock. This was Lena's house...She was invited over a few times for special parties...Amelie` swiftly brought out her pistol, opening the door slowly.

"Lena? Gerard?" Amelie` asked. Gerard Oxton and Lena Oxton were happily married for three years now. Amelie` would always hear stories about Gerard from Lena...Some more...Private...Than others.

Amelie` shook her thoughts away as she entered the eerily quiet house. She gripped her pistol with tense hands as she approached the bedroom.

She slowly opened the door, and looked into the room.

The body of Gerard was on the bed, a bullet hole in his head.

Amelie` frowned, looking around the room for dangers. She lifted up her radio, eyeing the broken window to her right. She reported the crime...And the disappearance of Lena..

Only a couple weeks later would Overwatch find out about the perpetrator of the murder and where the missing Lena was...It was found that Tracer was brainwashed by Talon before they rescued her. She shot him in the head. No mercy. And then left...Until she was changed by Talon.

Tracer went on a murder spree for Talon. She was swift and efficient. She killed every single target Talon wanted her to...With a smile on that freckled face.

Amelie` shook her head to return her to the task at hand.

"What are you doing out here, Lena?" Amelie` said, a glare on her face.

Lena shrugged, twirling a pistol around her finger.

"Oh...I don't know..." She teased as she blinked behind the tall French woman.

Lena placed her hand on the woman's shoulder, slowly trailing it along her body as she walked around Amelie`.

"I was ordered by Talon to murder you, love...That's what I'm here to do..." Lena purred with her cockney accent as she stepped in front of Amelie`.

Amelie` glared down at her, before she swiftly punched forward, sending Lena stumbling back.

"I'm not going down without a fight!" Amelie` screamed as she charged forward.

Lena giggled as she rubbed her cheek, blinking to avoid the attack. She slammed her hand into Amelie's side, sending her spiraling down onto the ground in pain.

Amelie` gripped her side in pain as she struggled to her knees. She looked in front of her, a smirk on her face.

Her rifle was just a few feet from her...If she could just reach it...

"You know, love...I always liked watchin' you...Especially when you bend over..." Lena smirked as she cocked her pistol, aiming it down towards Amelie`.

Amelie` crawled towards her rifle, stopping in front of it.

"Oh...You do now?..." Amelie` yelled behind her as she gripped her rifle, spinning onto her back.

Amelie` pulled the trigger. Lena pulled the trigger.

Greetings, everyone! I hope you all will like this new story of mine! Don't worry, The Journey will be finished soon enough! Any review will be greatly appreciated! I got this idea for the story while writing the Journey...A sort of role reversal between characters. Special thanks to Sergeant Lawson for beta reading and more to come tomorrow!