One More, One Less

Widowmaker sits on the edge of the roof, looking through her sights with Infra-Sight active. Her sights are marked on a target in a crowd. Another one will die for Talon, but she's unable to feel the sweetness of victory, only the rise in heartbeat and the hint of something she used to have. Her finger moves to the trigger as she needn't even try to slow her breathing before pulling the trigger, the bullet hitting its mark.

The crowd panics as Widowmaker calms, losing the feeling of her heart in her chest as what satisfaction she felt soon fades before she even makes it back to the ship.

"Did you enjoy the solo mission?"

That annoying Spanish accent again. Such a trickster, always poking the bears. "It was a job."

Sombra smirks. "Heh. That's not an answer."

Widowmaker ignores the hinted jabs.

"One day, you're going to lose your head, Sombra."

And of course, who could forget the edgelord himself.

"Ha! I would say the same for you, but I wonder what is actually under that mask, or what isn't."

Reaper growls.

Widowmaker pulls out a datapad and reviews the next target.

"Already looking at the next target? That's still days away." Sombra comments.

"It never hurts to be prepared." The French Huntress replies. "Catching the prey requires careful planning."

"Tell me again why we're capping this perro instead of killing him."

"He has valuable information about a much more high-priority target. We can kill him after we get what we need from him." Widowmaker says.

"And what if he doesn't talk?" Sombra asks.

"I'll get him to talk. I just bust one joint at a time until he talks." Reaper says.

"That won't work, Reaper. What we really need is his family. Everyone talks when family is involved."

"Yeah? And how do we know he doesn't just throw them under the bus. I mean, look at what you did."

Despite what might have enraged anyone else, Widowmaker merely continues reading the information on the datapad. "You know nothing, Sombra. Gérard was not my family when I killed him. He was married to a naive and weak girl. Tell me, do you see naive and weak when you look at me."

"You tell me."

Widowmaker remains silent, but calm, as she continues looking over the data.

The ship soon lands at the Talon Headquarters. Widowmaker heads to her quarters. She removes her boots and thigh pack before pulling off her bodysuit. She then lets her hair down before looking into the mirror. Her body is beautiful, if you are into blue-skinned women, but it meant nothing to her as she heads to the bathroom and fills the tub with cool water, as even luke warm water would be painfully hot with such a cold body. After it fills, she gets in and sits there in the water. She grabs the shampoo and runs it through her long hair before rinsing it out. She doesn't know why she bothers with this ritual, but it's something that stuck with her through the correcting. It would most certainly be more efficient to shower instead, but it didn't matter at this point. This was one of the few times that she could think without distractions. She grabs the datapad off the small table beside the tub and looks through it. It was Tracer's information. Quite the pest at times. After the pests last few involvements in thwarting her missions, Widowmaker made it her personal mission to end the British influence in team Overwatch.