This is my first attempt at this, any and all reviews on ways to improve would be greatly appreciated :P.

September 30th 2074

21:00

London

Widowmaker

Widowmaker thought she had planned out every outcome, every vantage point clusters of rooftop guards this mission had been meticulously planned for months all with the aim of getting her scope resting on Mondatta's head and a bullet straight through his circuitry. Originally she thought this would be an easy kill, a simple one shot one kill mission with zero complications, however as she falls from a building her sights resting on the infernal annoyance of a girl whom she had had fought over several rooftops, it was clear to see this mission became a whole lot more than a stealth assassination.

Dodge this bullet you English Tête de noeud Widowmaker smiled squeezing the trigger of the prototype 'Widows Kiss' Sniper rifle which she had recently acquired, its ability to be a hybrid sniper and assault rifle allowed Widowmaker to fight off her assailant, her fingers tingled with the anticipation for the thrill. Once the bullet left the barrel time itself slowed down she saw the bullet hurtle towards the small framed woman before she blinked out of the way saving herself. Widowmaker was not concerned with that though, she continued watching the bullet slowly speed up as her senses returned to normal in a split second Mondatta lay on the floor of his vehicle the lights in his head slowly flickering before dying.

Using her grappling hook she flew herself back up to the rooftop where that damnable woman was again greeting her with a cheeky smile proud as she thought she outplayed the French Assassin once again.

"Looks like the party is over" Widowmaker replied, revelling in her victory over her rival. In a moment the smug smile was replaced with a look of confusion before realisation and horror struck Tracer, she quickly darted over to the edge of the building observing the commotion. Mondatta was dead, she had lost. How? Why would anyone do this? Millions of thoughts flooded her mind but before she could find an answer she overheard the content laughing and the sound of someone walking away. Turning around Tracer's happy-go-lucky persona was gone replaced by anger and outrage.

Widowmaker was too consumed by the feeling of being alive her yellow eyes shone brighter reflecting her current state. The thought to quickly execute her nemesis didn't even cross her mind. If she had it her way she would stay to watch the aftermath, the crowds of shocked supporters and the authorities desperate attempts to find her, to further fuel the fire inside her that now raged from the perfect shot landing in her targets head but orders were orders and she had to return to Talon for another mission and another chance at the perfect kill. Just as she was about to jump off the building when an object moving quicker than physically possible slammed into Widowmaker quickly reacting to the situation she used her grappling hook as a safe guard as Tracer was sitting above Widowmaker perilously close to the edge of the building, she wasn't about to lose to this girl not now, not ever.

"Why? Why would you do this?" Tracer screamed realising how far back this would set Human and Omnic relations not just in Britain but the world, Mondatta was a leader, an Omnic who preached for co-existence his agenda was in Tracers eyes completely innocent and she was outraged that he now lay dead in the streets of London.

Widowmaker looked Tracer in the eyes and laughed at the girl realising that her emotions had betrayed her as she didn't realise that Widowmaker's grappling hook put her in a position to incapacitate the English annoyance, just then a Talon dropship arrived ready to pick up their prized asset. Widowmaker used Tracer's confusion to grab her and pull her in close.

"Adieu, chérie" she whispered before throwing them both over the edge as they tumbled to the ground Widowmaker's grappling hook reached the end of its give, knowing this Widow swiftly crushed Tracer into the side of the building before zipping back up to the top, she smiled to herself knowing that she had defeated her rival.

Widowmaker boarded the aircraft grasping her sniper rifle like a prized possession, by now her euphoria was at an all-time high looking down at the injured Tracer clinging to life, she continued watching even as the bay doors of the small compartment closed encasing her in darkness. one shot one kill reciting the line in her head like it was poetry, Amelie Guilliard was gone replaced by what she feared as a child the most, an emotionless killer. Just then a light turned on however Widowmaker gave it no attention she knew who it was already.

"I take it our mission was a success Larcoix, judging by the satisfaction radiating off of you." The man said his English accent somehow even more pronounced than Tracer's. Widowmaker's smile was completely gone at hearing the word Larcoix she wasn't a Larcoix, not after she discovered Gerard had cheated on her, betraying her, though she cannot recall her emotions she has one rule: no one brings up the mistakes of her past, in Widowmaker's eyes she was the perfect assassin not a dumb ballet dancer who's trust was once completely abused. In all honesty Widowmaker didn't really remember what happened after she found out, she was told that she turned to alcohol and when that wasn't strong enough to drug addiction, the drug in question turned her skin to an inhumane colour and wiped her memory, her memories only coming back when she began her training to become the Widowmaker one of Talons most useful assets, what had become of Gerard? She didn't know, nor did she care anymore.

"Alpha, this is our first mission together so I won't shoot you, but never call me a Larcoix again, do you understand me?" she turned to the Englishman dressed in his armoured suit her yellow eyes locking with his blue. Even though Alpha was considered to be a top Talon agent himself but he knew Widowmaker would not hesitate to shoot him right now if she wanted to and he stood very little chance without his weapon in hand. Alpha would usually be on the ground too however this mission didn't require him to, Widowmaker insisted she could kill the Omnic preacher herself and he did not doubt her for one second after reading her file on Talon databanks, his speciality included heavy armour to soak up enemy fire and give his teammates a chance to do damage unhindered while he dished it out with his triple barrelled rifle so he was puzzled when ordered on a stealth assassination mission but he didn't complain, Talon was in disarray after Doomfist's capture and although slowly coming back to being an organised force it wasn't perfect yet and he just assumed that if Widowmaker for some reason couldn't kill Mondatta he was the backup to secure the kill.

"Of course, Miss Guilliard." He said praying that she wouldn't just shoot him for being a smart arse, he knew he should call her Widowmaker but he wasn't about to let her have the full satisfaction of intimidating him into submission.

"Better, now what do you want?" she said turning away and sitting down on the cold hard floor of the aircraft while beginning to check her sniper rifle for any damage. Alpha stared at her despite being a light shade of violet she was undeniably attractive her curves all in the right places.

"I asked you a question and I don't like repeating myself so stop looking and start talking." Widowmaker said not bothering to look up from her rifle knowing what Alpha was doing but unwilling to give him any more attention than necessary.

"Always so straight to the point Miss Guilliard, what if I just wanted to socialise with a co-worker?" snapping himself from admiring her body Alpha managed to create his trademark mark smart arse reply.

"Then you have a terrible choice of people to socialise with, do you try talking to the Reaper after missions too?" Widowmaker replied dryly annoyed by what appeared to be a scratch in the paint coat of her sniper.

"I feel like he isn't the type of chap who would enjoy my company, seems like he wouldn't give me a warning before shooting me." Alpha said sitting next to his colleague observing the sniper rifle lying in several pieces that occupied Widowmaker's attention

"Then maybe I should start doing the same thing" she said as they both looked up from her sniper locking eyes with each other.

"Your rifle is in several different pieces so I doubt you would be able to shoot me right now sweetheart." Alpha retorted speaking in perfect French, knowing that while she was focused on cleaning her weapon she wouldn't be in the mood for killing him. Widowmaker held her head in one arm as a sharp spike of pain came after hearing herself called Sweetheart in French, a small gasp escaping her mouth at the searing amount of pain it felt like someone had taken a hot knife and repeatedly stabbed her in the brain suffering in silence as she cradled her head, despite this she refused to scream wanting no one to know the pain coursing through her skull.

"Miss Guilliard?" Alpha said concerned at what he was seeing. Widowmaker's vision turned black as she faded into her subconscious the pain too unbearable.