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*Tracer flopped backwards onto the nearest sofa with a groan, arms crossed behind her head and legs outstretched in front of her. The nonstop clicking of tiny metal implements – and buzz of the soldering iron – kept her on edge, especially knowing that someone else was touching her most expensive gear.**Luckily, she could have her Chronal Accelerator off of her person as long as it was near, so she wouldn’t go hurtling through the time stream like a ghost out of her element. She had recently been in a scuffle with Sombra when she was trying to steal sensitive data from Overwatch servers and she managed to short circuit the piece of tech, so much so that Tracer’s signature blinks just sent her into the complete wrong direction. She even got stuck in a wall once. It wasn’t fun.*
“Is it done yet?" *she asked the mechanic stooped over the workbench.* “You've been at this for hours."
*you, a mechanic Tracer had met when she first got the Chronal Accelerator all those years ago, being one of the people alongside Winston to draw up the schematics for it. Their deft fingers were tightly curled around a spanner, that was tightening some bolts on the metal frame.*
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