"What?"
It was a simple word. muffled, blurry, like its many potential meanings. but to Amélie Lacroix, It was so much more than a one word question, as the boundaries holding her mind so painstakingly instilled into her mind with months of incessant torture came crumbling down like a house of cards, and the weight of her sins were dropped onto her shoulders. she began to cry.
Chapter 1
"Widowmaker, do you see the target?" the voice was low and gravelly, and it scraped against your ears in an unmistakable, almost painful way.
"yes." A firm, concise reply, not wishing to be given away by unnecessary chatter
A loud, heavily accented voice broke in.
"Maybe this would have been done sooner if SOMEONE didn't screw up the last try!"
the scraping voice again
"This is not the time for bickering. shoot him!"
Widowmaker took the shot immediately, casually, like one would if changing the channel on a television, or having a cup of coffee. the handcrafted, masterpiece of a bullet flew, and formed a perfect circle of a void in the omnic's head. the lights shut off, and never came on again. it was almost too easy. this omnic had given Reaper, one of Widowmaker's coworkers, such a hard time. The target was named Thespion 4.0, an actor who was notorious for his role in various pro-omnic films. He could not be allowed to live, and that was all of the information Widowmaker was given. Something akin to curiosity awoke in her brain, but twinges of pain, punishment for stepping out of line, quickly silenced it. An alarm began to blare, and police began to arrive in the vintage theater that Thespion was preforming a rendition of Hamlet within.
"Get out of there!" Reaper ordered firmly.
She was already moving. she punched a hole in the nearby window, and, with no hesitation, jumped out. she was at least 5 stories high, surrounded by the London scenery, every buliding lighting up the night. as searchlights focused on her, a grappling hook latched onto the source; a large police helicopter. as she flew upward, she disconnected the hook, launching her like a slingshot through the night. she fired again, the hook attaching to a street sign, and she swung upward to the top of the gothic building. the seachlights focused on her again, but the Talon dropship was already landing. Widowmaker took a bow before the dropship closed, and she was gone without a trace.
She when she arrived at the Talon hq, she wasn't geeted by anyone, as usual. the hangar was mostly black, like the rest of the base. the were red arrows on almost every wall, directing personell to where they need to be. Widowmaker knew what she needed to do, as she had done it plenty of times before. she made her way to the room of her group. the black door, like every other door, was locked, and required her passcode. Her passcode was assigned to her when she was first "recruited." she typed in 1234. The door opened, and she stepped in. It was a standard day for them. Sombra, a young, latino girl and one of the best hackers in Talon, was on her computer watching Netflix, and Reaper was doing paperwork while mumbling something inaudible.
He turned to her and said something surprising.
"Package for you."
Widowmaker had never received anything from anyone. It was a small, cardboard box, with a simple message on it written with slightly messy handwriting.
"To Amélie Lacroix"
She winced. she hadn't used that name in a very long time.