There is some whining but all of the protectors are on alert."Greetings." I say as I roll down the window. "Someone order a taxi?" I had to ask."Nosis...." Annie calls out. "How did it go?" she runs up to the Hummer."All good." I smile out at her. "Who is in our next load?" I ask out into the darkness. People start drifting into the head lights."Do you need to take a break?" Holiday asks a little over eager, I think he wants a chance to drive again."Maybe to stretch my legs." I give him a half. With another man?"Another pause."Can you name the citizens who have stolen from their neighbor's houses?Or name those who abandoned families elsewhere to start anew here?"Mayor Fitzpatrick awaited a reply. None came. "Can you count thenumber of citizens who have committed murder? I can."Alan stared at the mayor, then his chin dropped. He looked at the manbehind the desk with growing outrage. "...Fitz... what did you do?" What do you mean?" You're playing a dangerous game here, Fitz. . Her white blouse contrasted with the hair but it was so nice to see as it slid off of her back and shoulders exposing more of her white blouse. Now it just hung on the right side of her head like some kind of weird colored rope. Her blouse was slowly sliding down to her shoulders exposing her white skin. It was a very beautiful white and every once in a while a round brown mole like an island in the middle of the great pacific ocean. Her back spread out before me curved down to towards the. Tracer pursed her lips for a brief moment between blinks, figuring out the best next step, before heading straight into the hail of oncoming fire.She kept her gaze focused on reaper as she blinked closer and closer watching his aim and avoiding his shots, still aware of the covering fire coming her way from Widowmaker, but less concerned about it than she might otherwise have been…Tracer sprinted forward towards the three, bullets kicking up the dust around her feet from the Widows Kiss rifle.