Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

XAVIER Her scent was faint, hopefully it’s enough to follow. Goddess let it be enough. Following the scent to a hallway; it was faint yet again. Picking up another scent as well, “Tristen?” Honestly, I don’t care enough to find him at the moment, I won’t let her escape this time. I mind linked Skylar so he can track him. I don’t care that Adriel took over again, he’s on his own tonight.

**<< Could be key… Antidote research… Reverse engineering… Need its genetic profile… Without it… fighting blind… >>** The burden of the vial grew heavier. Destroying it eliminated one weapon but sacrificed potential salvation. Keeping it made them a target and risked it falling back into enemy hands. Before they could debate, Winters stiffened. He pulled a compact scanner from his pack – different from the thermal imager. It emitted a low, urgent beep. His expression, usually impassive, tightened almost imperceptibly. **<< Signal trace. Short-range. Directional. >>** He moved swiftly to the clinic’s grimy window, peering out into the rain-lashed darkness. **<< Triangulating… source: perimete

Every step seemed to drain the last of his strength, the purple infection on his wrists spreading toward his heart. "Sara," he whispered, leaning heavily against me. "If I... if I don't make it to the foundry... you have to take the baby. You have to find the 'Zero-Code.'" "Stop talking like that," I snapped, though my eyes were stinging. "We’re a circuit, remember? You don't get to break the loop." "The loop is what he’s using to find us!" Xander gasped, collapsing against a damp brick wall. "As long as I'm connected to the Trust, I'm a beacon. I can feel him, Sara. He’s using my grief like a searchlight."

I look at a Daniel one more time before I go out. "My name is Trace. I am his wife. "She tells me, gesturing in the direction Stan had gone. "Nice to meet you Trace. "I reply. While we wait for Stan, I do not know what to say. I have never known how to start conversations with people I wasn't familiar with. "The papers, "Trace begins "have you seen it? " I do not bother to ask what papers. "Yeah. They came in today at my work place. " "I was scared, shocked you know. I never knew I let my husband be friends with a killer. I was scared for my baby boy and myself. I asked him to leave our home, he went and crashed himself. " Trace tells me, the tears are gathering again.

Amidst the chaos of monitors showing Olivia's performance, Kania's focus locked onto the tablet. On the map, she saw the pin icon marking Arka’s location, which was far away, outside the city. But a new notification that just popped up in the corner of the screen made Kania hold her breath: Message: The bait was successful. Let K.E. see it. Do not touch her. "The bait?" Kania repeated the word, a chill spreading through her. Arka was setting a trap for her? She rushed to the tablet, trying to photograph the message as proof. But in her haste, her hand mistakenly pressed an icon. Instantly, the map on the screen changed, displaying the mansion's layout in infrared and tracking mode. Right at

“A- after a thorough investigation we found out that Damon was not really involved in this case,’’ one of them said in a fearful tone, firmly holding his hand just to pull his words together, but that fear only increased when silence followed, not until the sound of the man's shoe against the marbled floor broke it. The man walked towards a drawer, his eyes moving from one gun to the other, but he picked none, not until his eyes fell on the desert eagle AE that was staring at him right in the eye. “Perfecto,” with a sigh of satisfaction he pulled it out as he made his way towards the man, but before he pulled the trigger he took off his glasses, showing him every reason to be afraid of him.

He felt it was fate that had brought them back together. From that moment on, Adrian vowed to find a safe method for thawing humans so that he could wake Jessica and Edgar up. Back then, Jessica's message had brought him and his neighbor together. Now, it was his turn to return the favor for Jessica and Edgar. "Actually, I've long passed retirement age," Adrian said and chuckled. "But I pushed myself for a few more years just to see you both wake up. Now that you've finally awoken, my wish has been fulfilled. I can retire peacefully and spend time with my loved one."

“There's a gun just a few feet away from Jack. Look for it, protect yourself with it and leave here.“ Xander whispered in her ears. It was almost inaudible but she got it. She rushed, silently as she weaved through the bushes and shrubs. Hoping he was still there. Xander stood still, watching Brutus be the bravest he has ever been since he joined the Mafia. And maybe the smartest, but the odds are 50/50 that one of them gets killed today. “That woman, she is your weakness. Stupid of me to let her go and trust you.“ “You are less stupid than you think Brut.“ He closed his eyes “I suppose that is a compliment.“ Xander watched as his expression distorted into one of pure agony. He pushed the tr

Tracy speculated, "What if his beast is attempting a re-entry play? Despite the catastrophic failure of his character, he occupied the boyfriend slot in your registry for three full winter cycles. His monitors must have captured your obsession with raw gems during that timeline, right?" I shook my head against the steel wall, my scent turning completely cold at the mention of the Blackwell heir. "Negative. His processors were entirely self-contained. The man lacked the baseline capacity to track my preferred combat stimulant or my favorite sector drink. How could an asset that blind map my affinity for raw rubies?" Tracy went silent on the other end of the line, his tactical processors compl

**** The office felt colder than usual when I walked in. Rafe followed me inside, the laptop was already open. “She doesn’t know anything,” he said. “I checked it. There was no criminal ties." I poured myself a drink. The whiskey burned into my throat going down. “Show me.” He turned the screen toward me. Her face filled the display. She didn’t look like the daughter of killers. “She’s twenty-five,” Rafe said. “With no security and no protection. She was taken briefly by loan collectors the day her husband was buried.”