The streets of London were buzzing with activity, humans and Omnics alike roaming the streets; shopping, talking, and generally enjoying the cool spring air. One of the many people on the streets below, clad in a heavy coat with running shoes, Lena Oxton, kept to herself. She quickly turned down an alleyway, and once she confirmed she was out of sight, she took out a small radio. In a high-pitched British accent, she whispered,"Winston, are you there, love?" She let go of the button for a few moments, before the heavy ape responded, "Lena, I read you. Are you at the scene?" The ape asked. "I am, but bloody hell, there's no one here!" She exclaimed, looking around the alley. "Why would Reinhardt send me here if there's no bloody talon anywhere?" Tracer sighed as she leaned against the wall of the alley. Her usual cheer and excitement wasn't with her. She didn't have too fond of memories here, especially after the particular assassination of Mondatta by...that woman. Tracor shuddered at the thought of her rival, before jumping visibly as her radio jolted. "Lena, be careful...Athena has just warned me that our systems had a glitch a couple days ago..Well, it was more of a coverup...Someone was here at the base and told us this false information...We're sending back-up to your location..." Tracer replied to Winston in a hushed voice, as she notices a couple of pedestrians walking by. "Thanks love, but I can handle myself out here! I'm the cavalry!" She giggles to herself, before turning the radio off. She takes her jacket off, revealing her iconic brown RAF jacket and orange leggings. She begins to blink up the building and onto the rooftops. She quickly stopped in her tracks with what greeted her sight...

The talon agent, their best, Widowmaker, stepped off of the cloaked ship onto a rooftop in King's Row. She grinned to herself, muttering in her sultry French accent, "The site of my best kill...Well, now it's going to be the second best.." She quickly began running silently to her location, grappling up a couple stories. Amelie` gripped the dangerous toxin-filled mine from her generous waist, placing it against the edge of the rooftop. She then went into a prone position, looking through the sight of her rifle. Amelie` whispers to herself, "Maintenant, je l'attends..."

Three hours pass until Widowmaker hears something behind her. She quickly turns around, rifle raised. Her eyes meet that of her rival who is taken aback. Tracer yells out,"What the bloody hell?!" She quickly darts to the right, pistols raised. Widowmaker begins firing shots off towards Tracer, taking a couple steps back. "You weren't supposed to be this close, chérie!" Tracer quickly slams her back against a small wall, hiding from the cold-hearted assassin. She closes her eyes for a moment, before blinking out from the wall, pistols raised. Amelie` quickly raises her rifle the moment Tracer jumps out of cover, but doesn't pull the trigger. They're standing mere feet from each other, guns raised in a stand-off. Tracer, smiling at the blue woman, giggles lightly. "So, love, we gonna' keep standing 'ere and ogling each other?" Widowmaker gives her an icey stare, before slightly lowering her rifle. "What are you proposing then, chérie?" Tracer grins, placing her pistols down, before raising her fists, the spunky Englishwoman cheerfully saying, "Let's get physical!" Amelie` slowly lowered her rifle to the ground, before grinning at the shorter woman. "Come on chérie, attack me..." Tracer, smiled, taking a couple steps forward. As she does, Widowmaker steps back, a clicking noise to her left. "Wha-?" Tracer was only able to get out before the toxin mine exploded, sending the purple toxins into the air. Tracer quickly fell to her knees, coughing into her balled fist. She fell limp to the ground. Widowmaker strolled over, "Poor, foolish girl. Pris dans mon web." Widowmaker twisted the young woman over, lifting the radio off of her belt. She turned it on, listening in, not saying a word. Winston's voice quickly came on,"Lena? Are you there? Your radio is on...Again...Lena..." A heavy sigh is heard. "Pharah will be there soon, Lena, report your loca-" Widowmaker quickly smashed the radio. She brought her goggles down, scanning the area, not seeing any Overwatch reinforcements. She lifted Tracer up over her shoulders carrying her to a small, run-down apartment in the east side of London.

Tracer eventually awoke with a groan, her head pounding. "Awh...Fuck!...My head is poundin'!" She blinks a few times, before looking around the dark apartment, before a light switch is flicked on. In front of her, the tall French Woman is standing there, her blue skin and yellow eyes revealed by the light. "Bonjour, Lena, it appears you've finally awoken.." Lena quickly struggled, but she was bounded with chains to a piece of wood sticking from the wall. "Agh, bloody hell! What do you want with me? I am not going to reveal any Overwatch location to you!" Widowmaker let out a cold chuckle, which sent shivers down Tracer's spine. "Non, non, I'm not here for that, Lena. Talon has ordered me to execute you, and I would love to do that, but chérie, I need to make sure your friends don't find you." Tracer frowned at her response, before letting a tear fall down her face, before struggling more. Widowmaker walked forward, placing a hand on her cheek, wiping the tear. "Oh don't cry, chérie, it will be quick..." Lena jumped when the taller woman touched her...The skin was cold to the touch, and almost felt...dead. "W-Why?! Why are you doing this? Why did you kill Mondatta? Why did you attack the innocent at that museum!?" Lena cried out, her fear turning into anger at the woman in front of her. Widowmaker, still having her cold grin on, stared into Lena's eyes. "Why? Because, chérie, it makes me feel...Alive...At the moment of the kill, I never feel more alive...I only live for the kill.." She lets out a cold chuckle, before Lena struggles more. "That isn't true, Amelie`" Widowmaker frowned, taking a step back. "How do you know my name?" Widowmaker hissed out. "You're not the only bloke to do investigating, Amelie`! I know who you were, you're not like this, love! Talon has..Has...They've changed you! But...But I can bring you back, I can make you feel alive without killing!" Widowmaker glared at her, the words bouncing around in her head, her programming fighting her. Amelie` turned her back to Lena. "Adieu, chérie, perhaps we shall meet again.." She lifts her rifle up, going to leave. "Wait! Y-You're not going to kill me?" Widowmaker turned around. "Non, I don't like ending my prey without a fight..." She turns and leaves the safehouse, grappling up. Widowmaker's mind was racing, nothing could make her feel like a human again except for the kill, right? Right?

Lena struggled with her bindings before finally getting free. She rubs her aching wrists, looking around for a moment. "Bloody hell, Amelie`...What has happened to you?...You're still so beautiful, but..." She sighs before grabbing her radio from the counter. "Rubbish, she broke it!" Tracer began blinking out of the room and onto the rooftops until she spots Pharah flying in the air. "Hey! Down here!" She waves her arms until Pharah lands in front of her. "Pharah! I need to get back to the base, to Winston, I need to talk to him!" Pharah, confusion displayed across her face, nodded. "What happened to your radio, was it destroyed?" Tracer gripped onto Pharah's outstretched arms. "I will explain back at base..." Pharah nodded and blasted off, back to the Overwatch base.

Maintenant, je l'attends= Now I wait.

Pris dans mon web= Caught in my web