"Feldspar I. Zero?" the clerk at the hotel asks. "That seems like a man's name, ma'am." Widowmaker slammed the desk. "That is the nomenclature assigned to me at birth. Is it a problem to you?" she queries, using a horrible fake American accent. She reaches instinctively for her rifle. "No ma'am!" the clerk responds, trembling. "Here's your key!" As Widowmaker made her way to the 13th floor, she sighed heavily. This is not the way she thought she'd be spending her 35th birthday. Since the Second Omnic Crisis ended, she'd been practically all across the world running from her past. She'd finally made the choice to join the Overwatch forces again, and helped them win the war and kill many of her former Talon associates. With Winston's help, she restored not only her former appearance but also most of her emotional and neurological synapses destroyed during the Talon experiments. Not long after, ex-Talon agents who survived her betrayal started chasing her down across the world. Today, she was running from none other than her very old friend Gabriel Reyes, A.K.A. Reaper. "Amélie, you've got this," Widowmaker mumbles to herself. She swipes the key card, but the door won't unlock. Instead of going downstairs to the concierge, she knocks on the door to the connecting room to see if she can get in through the side door. "Excuse me," Widowmaker shouts as she knocks on the door.
The door opens, and Widowmaker can barely believe her eyes. "Lena?" she says, dropping her poor American accent at the sight of the familiar brunette.
