A/N: Hey guys, so this is going to be a small series of Talon Adventures. I hope you enjoy them and if you leave some feedback and wishes, I'll see if I can get them into the story somehow.
Edit: Hi, I'm re-uploading because the first review pointed me at my spelling and grammar mistakes. So I decided to retouch. I often rush writing a bit, sorry for that. But here's a fix.
Talon's last operation had been quite a while ago and Doomfist was away on a business trip, talking to their Inner Circle and investors about the Team's budget while Reaper returned to his personal objective of killing what had been left of Overwatch's agents.
Widowmaker and Sombra had been left without a real cause or mission, so they decided to devoted their time to some extra curricular activities.
Since Doomfist had forbidden them, or more specifically Sombra, any more living pets - seeing as whenever the Team left for a mission, they died, ran away or trashed their headquarters - she had set the goal to develop the perfect pet. A small robotic kitten. She now spent the majority of her time 'field testing' the software that had been embedded into the "animal's" core while greatly annoying Widowmaker, who had already lost several clothes to the razor sharp iron claws of the small robot.
"Get that thing out of my face." Amélie's heavy french accent cut through the air as Sombra set the cat down atop the dinner table.
"Oh my, it's not a thing, it's a cat." Sombra rolled her eyes; dismissing Widowmaker's rude comment as her shiny fingers pressed into the cat's forehead, instantly bringing it alive. The slim translucent lines on the robot's sleek body began to light up, shining a beautiful violet across the dimly lit room. "I designed her after you, my friend." She added with a grin, turning the cat to face Widowmaker.
Sombra studied the agent's eyes closely to watch her reaction. There was now the reflection of a spider shining in Widowmaker's eyes, bright and in a dark violet. But her facial muscles didn't move an inch. Instead, she just said: "I've told you a million times, I'm not your friend."
She then proceeded to get back onto her endlessly long legs and left the table, abandoning Sombra and her pet to shuffle over to the espresso machine.
Sombra just turned her attention back to her little creation, which's tail was now swaying realistically like that of a real animal's. "Best friends." She whispered to the animal with a little smile and the cat responded with a quiet meowing noise.
Eyeing the two of them, Amélie's yellow hues scanned the gleaming spider atop the cats forehead and just as a small smile was about to creep onto her face, the door flew open, and Reaper stomped inside. His boots where heavy and covered in slimey mud.
He groaned, marching past them with his head handing slightly. Widow pressed herself onto her tip toes as the death-faced man moved past her, in order to avoid being touched by even a single corn of dirt. Sombra was too busy hacking into her little friend to even notice that someone had come inside. She was focusing all her attention on her magical fingers, eyes closed, forehead scrunched up in a thoughtful frown. Her latest mission was to stop the kitten from lashing out whenever something moved even remotely too fast.
"Bonjour, to you too!" Widowmaker called after Reaper, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Her tone stopped him dead in his tracks and he tossed his guns to the ground, growling as he turned. "What?"
"Oh nothing, chéri.." Widow trailed off, her slim digits running along the edge of the kitchen counter where Reaper had left some sandy dust. She rubbed her index and thumb together, getting rid of the few dirt corns that had collected on her poorly circulated, blue skin.
And suddenly, Reaper crushed his heavy boot into the floor, startling both, Widowmaker and Sombra, who had now also noticed that he had come home. "You two have been doing nothing productive this entire month!" He yelled.
The loud noise frightened the small robotic cat and because it had been programmed to avoid things like gunfire and violence, it immediately sped off the table, rushed through Reapers legs and disappeared into Sombra's room. This only seemed to fuel his anger, causing him to glare at Sombra; who gave him a small, awkward smile as if to apologize.
"Enough is enough." He sighed angrily. "I've got a task for you two."
"Retrieve a locked safe." Widow's french voice sounded with annoyance. "What kind of merde is this?"
Sombra rolled her eyes at Amélie. "You heard Reaper, he said there's money in it. It's for budget, amiga."
Widowmaker's fingers quickly curled around Sombra's skinny arm and she instantly dug her nails into the Latina's flesh as she pulled her back face to face. "I am not your friend. Not in english, not in french and certainly not in spanish." She hissed, narrowing her eyes.
Sombra was caught breathless for a moment, but then her lips quirked skywards.
"We're here." Sombra answered briefly as the helicopter stopped and the sliding doors opened to let the hard, cold nightair inside.
But Widow held her glare, her hand moving to shoot her grappling hook at the chimney's of the target's roof before letting go of Sombra to zoom out of the helicopter, her sniper rifle tightly strapped to her back.
"Where are you going?" The Latina yelled after her partner, tossing her translocator down next to the chimney to ghost after her. They arrived at the exact same moment and she immediately cut her off as they basically stumbled into each other. "What are you doing?" Sombra demanded sharply. "We have to work together."
Widow chuckled, shaking her head as she pointed towards the several windows that where at the roof of the building they were supposed to steal the safe from. The windows were tilted and gave them a glimpse inside of an office. There was a safe placed upon a desk. She then leaned in and whispered. "One shot, one kill." One of her perfectly shaped brows arching in amusement.
Now this just angered Sombra more. "You know that we have only a limited time frame in which we can take out the room's security without the rest of them noticing." She reminded her, eyes pinched into a glare. "We can only do this, if we work together."
"I'm far more effective without you on my heels." Widow argued quickly.
"You can't kill them all without drawing attention."
"Oui, I can. Watch me."
"Amélie." Sombra grabbed her arm as Widow tried to step around her, drawing her back towards her to stop her.
But Widowmaker immediately pulled herself free, her jaw clenching. She hated when someone used her name like that. "Tais-Toi!" She told her to shut up in french. "Now you listen to me.."
"No, you listen to me!" Sombra cut her off.
"Noo-"
"Ladies." Reaper interrupted the two of them through the small phone, which was embedded into their ears. "A, you are on the open channel. And B, the clock's ticking!"
Both of their eyes gawked as they realized that they had been so caught up in proving who was the better leader that they'd completely forgotten their situation. Sombra's slim digits fiddled with the air and out of nowhere a holographic clock appeared that showed the exact time down to the last millisecond.
They both swallowed and before they could make another move, loud steps started to approach. "Merde!" Amélie shouted and Sombra pushed herself away from her.
"Toodles.." She smirked and then disappeared into thin air, leaving Widow all by herself atop the roof.
"Hell." Widow retreated her grappling hook from the brick wall of the chimney and stepped into position, pulling her helmet down.
Two guys appeared, coming up a pair of short stairs; as soon as their heads were completely visible, two silenced gunshots went off and their bodies dropped down back to the floor.
"Got 'em." Widowmaker hushed into the air, aiming her hook at a wall closer to the roof top windows. "Moving closer to target."
She zoomed over and then Sombra's voice sounds through the channel again. "We've been caught. They're coming your way."
"Understood!" Widow quickly moved closer to the windows, glancing down to where two people in black suits protected the door that lead into the room with the desk. She studied the inside. It was white and clean, there were lots of rooms, filled with beds. Almost like a hospital. Except one difference, this big office with nothing but a desk and a small safe, barely as big as a toaster.
Then there's steps again, three people approaching her. Widow turned, her gun raised; she managed to take out two of the targets, but the one in the middle got down and out of her sight. She immediately had to lower her weapon, but the solider in the middle was definitively too fast. A woman, tackling her down to the hard brick roof and knocking her sniper rifle out of her hand. Widow kicked her sharp heels into the woman's stomach and managed to push her off.
She twisted around, turning onto her stomach to reach her weapon. But the solider was fast, almost faster than her and then brought her knee down on Widow's spine, pressing her face into the hard ground. She tried to fight her off, but the woman was heavier than her, they both reached for the rifle, but Amélie missed it by an inch.
What followed was a heavy hit to the back of her head, most likely caused by her own weapon. Widowmaker's face was being crushed into the hard bricks again, the blue-ish skin on her temple being cut open by the sharp impact and then the woman's weight suddenly lifted off of her shoulders. Widow's head was now pounding heavily and blood trickled down her sleeve. The sound of heels clicking echoed in Amélie's brain and then she was grabbed and turned around, familiar eyes meeting her heavily-lidded glance.
"What happened?" Sombra's voice sounded in her ears. And Widow grabbed her own head.
"Ugh," She pointed to her right and Sombra nodded in understanding, getting up only to be grabbed by Widowmaker again. "Get that bitch."
A/N: I hope you liked it. Leave a review, it's what I live off.