Epilogue:
Lena was at France, Paris, where she was given orders to protect a Talon defector, who was going to rat out delicate plans about the Talon Organization. The informant had plenty of nerve to defect, Lena thought.
Wearing her usual, loose leather jacket, tight orange pants, and her white shoes, and of course, her orange goggles. She stuck out like white in black, so she had to keep long watch of the informant. She knew that from a few months before, a certain assassin, "Widowmaker" they called her, had killed Tekhartha Mondatta. She kept a clean eye, only to be unknowingly in the eye of Widowmaker.
Ah, the foolish girl had come, probably to stop me, Widowmaker had thought, she was prone, 5 stories above the time jumper, and she had a good view, being able to see a mile in any direction. She was tracing where the time jumper was looking at, and she saw the defector. Another kill, another target.
Widowmaker aimed in on the defector, but in the dusk sun, there was an easily noticeable glint from her scope, causing Lena to notice. She traced the glint to the rooftop, a practical 90 degree climb, 5 stories up. "Sorry luv, this int a good day for dat!"
Lena blinked up three stories, before she took the stairwell. Not again! She ran up to the rooftop, slamming into the door with her pulse pistols at the ready. She shot, zip-ip-ip-ip, the assassin was hit once in her right leg. Widowmaker took her attention to Lena, she got up, turning a 135 degree, and shot at her once.
Lena was fast, but not fast enough, as the round hit the Brit in the shoulder, near the right subclavian artery. She yelled out, crumpling down. Widowmaker was stunned. She felt no emotion, but her cheeks and chest began to heat up, flooding with a strange feeling. It was emotion. She felt that whenever she was around Lena.
Feeling guilty, she grappled to a higher roof, aiming a sleep dart into her neck. She fired the dart, hitting Lena, almost instantly knocking her out. Widowmaker grappled back onto the roof Lena was on. She stood over her slumped body, her yellow eyes without emotion, barely.
She grabbed Lena, hauling her over her shoulder like a fireman carry. She called in her ship, and jumped onto the open hanger, Lena in her clutches. She was going to see why and how she liked the yappy Brit so much. "Ça va aller bien, chérie."
A/N
Ça va aller bien = It will be okay
Chérie = Dear
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