"Lena wait, don't-!"
Mei and Brigitte froze as Tracer pushed the button in with an audible "click".The diodes along the edge of the belt flickered and blinked, and Mei felt a funny sensation around her middle before the belt sputtered and let out a puff of smoke. Brigitte let out a sigh of relief as Tracer looked disappointing.
"Aww, guess it's not working anymore," Tracer said glumly, smacking the belt with the back of her hand.
"Ahh, stop that!" Mei said sharply, pulling away from Lena as she removed the belt, pressing a hand to her stomach.
"Something wrong, love?"
"I...don't know. It feels kind of...tingly..." Mei said, warily feeling her middle for anything out of the ordinary.
"Might be a residual bit of energy from the belt," Brigitte guessed, picking up the discarded power belt and giving it a closer look. "Looks like it's out of energy...kind of odd, considering these batteries are supposed to go for decades..."
"Maybe you should get checked out," Tracer suggested helpfully. "I think Mercy's in Egypt right now but we can get her on the long distance in a jiffy."
"No, no," Mei insisted, not wanting to be a bother over something so minor. "I'm sure I'll be fine."
The rest of the day's work continued without incident after that, the odd prickling feeling being forgotten as Mei threw herself into the task. By the time the sun started to set her arms were sore from all the lifting, though not enough to distract from that electric twitching feeling in her stomach. Still, she put it out of mind as she enjoyed a celebratory pizza party with her two friends, a reward for a job well done.
"I think once we clean out the rest of armory tomorrow this place will be ready for business again," Tracer concluded, going over the handwritten list of jobs she made. "Thanks again for all your help Mei."
"Of course," Mei smiled, taking an extra big bite of pizza to smother the odd tingling. "I should be heading out though, I can probably get to the Cretan Ecopoint before it gets too dark."
"Why don't you camp here for the night? We have a few spare VIP rooms," Brigitte suggested.
"You're...mff...sure? Mei asked through a mouthful of greasy cheese.
"Least we could do after all your help today!" Tracer insisted.
"Well, it would be nice to spend the night in a proper bed, I suppose..."
After another few hours catching up with the goings on of Overwatch's big return, Mei stumbled into her room, her eyes straining to stay open. Stopping to give Snowball a pet as he sat in his charging station, she slowly crawled into bed, setting her glasses on the metal crate next to her before hitting the pillow and immediately falling asleep, the tingling sensation forgotten quickly.
Mei's sleep, however, would be somewhat less than restful, when she was abruptly woken up...
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