The heavy blast doors opened up to the Overwatch compound. Pharah slowly landed gracefully down onto the concrete, Tracor letting go of her arms. "Cheers love, thanks for the lift!" She exclaims before blinking down towards the control centre. Pharah chuckles, shaking her head. "Damn Brits, always in a rush..." She walks off.

Winston sat back in the large tire, peanut butter in one hand, a banana in the other. He stares up at the large monitors, tracking Overwatch agent locations. Soldier was in Dorado, Genji was in- Before he could finish his thought, Tracer blinked right in front of him. "Holy!" Winston yells out, dropping his peanut butter on the floor. "Damnit Lena, we don't have much more of those...How are you, are you okay?!" Winston asks, standing up. Tracer laughs a bit. "Sorry Winston! But..I need to talk to you! There's so much to explain...Listen, do you know that assassin that we've been trying to track..The one who tried to steal the gauntlet...Widowmaker?" Winston frowns one she states the assassin's name. "Yes, Lena, but what about her? Did she hurt you? I swear I will-" "No, Winston!" Lena cuts him off. "No...Nothing like that...I think...Listen to me...I think I can help her, Winston! She's Amelie` Lacroix! Gerard's wife!" Winston sighs, looking back to the computer. "I almost lost you once Lena, letting you try to fix an emotionless and cold assassin would be too great of a risk...I can't allow you to do that." Lena frowns, she begins to pout. "Awh come on, Winston! Please love, I will buy you peanut butter for the next year, just...Let me go, I can do this...I feel like we have a connection..Maybe.." Winston runs his large hand through his fur, before closing his eyes. "Go...Go before Dr. Ziegler kills me for letting you go." Tracer jumps with excitement, hugging the large ape. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! Winston, you're the best mate I could've ever asked for!" She lets him go, before blinking down towards the exit of the compound. Winston watches her leave, before he plops down again on the tire. "Athena, bring me the security footage of the past couple weeks..Let's find that intruder..."

Widowmaker stares at the dark, metal ground of the Talon ship she's in. She keeps replaying the conversation she had with Lena. Widowmaker stares down at her hands before closing her eyes. She quietly says to herself, "Come on, Amelie`...You're the Widowmaker... Faire ensemble!" She jolts her head up as the cabin door opens. The heavy-footed, black-cladded Reaper is standing there. He makes his way to sit across from her. "Widowmaker, it appears we've been assigned the same mission...Again...Let's make sure it doesn't go like last time..That stupid monkey.." Widowmaker offers him a small grin. "Ne vous inquiétez pas mon ami, we will get our target." Reaper stares at her for a moment, before leaning back. "Let's go over the plan again...I will draw Zenyatta out and then you will take the bucket of bolts out?" Widowmaker nods. "Oui, it will be easy." They remain in awkward silence for a few moments, before Reaper clears his throat. "I heard that you failed your mission...To take out that brat Tracer." Widowmaker quickly looks down to the ground for a moment, before back up to the cloaked figure. "She ran before I could get the shot..." Reaper nods, returning to silence. Widowmaker closes her eyes again, before images of her life begin flashing before her. Gerard, the old Overwatch, and then...Tracer. Her grip tightens on her rifle before the talon ship comes to a stop. A voice comes over the cabin, "This is it." Reaper stands up, walking down the descending platform. Widowmaker lets out a quiet sigh, before following the dead man. They look around, before Reaper exclaims, "I always hated temples..." Widowmaker nodded, before she grappled up to a higher ledge overlooking the temple, readying her rifle. Reaper looked up to her, before making his way over to the temple's gate.

Tracer relaxed in the backseat of the taxi she was in. She took out a small phone, before calling Winston. "Winston? It's me, Lena...Listen, I need some help. Can you track my chronal accelerator?" Winston replies, "Yes, I can, but why?" Lena softly chuckles, whispering so the driver couldn't hear. "Just in case, love. If I go missin' or something. Are you sure the information you gave me is accurate? Why would she want to go after the Omnics in Nepal? They were with Mondatta, they're peaceful.." Winston shrugs to himself, before realizing she can't see him. "I do not know Lena, but be careful. Something just...Doesn't feel right." Lena looks out the window, her brown, spiky hair bristling in the breeze. "I gotta go love, I'm at the airport." Lena boards the flight to Nepal. She sleeps on the way there, a 9 hour flight from London to Kathmandu, Nepal. She gets off the plane once she arrives, grinning at the beauty of the city. "Ya' know, it ain't King's Row, but it's still beautiful.." She giggles to herself, before blinking away from the airport in the city towards the more rural areas around the city. She spots the temple in the distance, towards the top of the mountain range. "Great, gotta' do some climbing!" She begins to blink up the mountain, the air becoming cooler and cooler as she travels up. She finally reaches the side of the palace, before hiding in a bush. She looks over, seeing Reaper alone facing off against Zenyatta..."Bloody hell, it's Reaper! I thought it was going to be Amelie`!"

Reaper steps towards the temple's doors, before knocking on them. He takes a few steps back, raising his shotguns. The door opens, and the floating robot is greeted by the sight of two shotguns. Zenyatta keeps his hands together. "I see you want to harm me..Why is that? We are all one within the Iris, there is no need to be angry." Reaper scoffs. "Step out here, robot, or you will become just like Mondatta." Zenyatta hovers out. "Mondatta's death was a tragedy. My death would just be joining with the iris, which you will too. There is no need for more death, when we can have harmony." Reaper quickly looks to his right, swearing he saw a blue trail, before shaking his head, looking back to Zenyatta. "I do not care about harmony, harmony is for the weak. I am already dead, there is no iris, you floating trash can. Now, I want you to surrender the bodyguards you have inside and tell them to come out here. No funny business, or death will be upon you." Widowmaker watches and listens as Reaper speaks with Zenyatta, her rifle trained on him. Slowly, she moves the scope to a bush, seeing a woman wearing orange leggings and a blue light coming from her chest. She whispers to herself, "Tracer...How did she find where we were?..." She places her finger on the trigger, tensing up for a second. Kill her. Fire. One shot, one kill. No wait. Can't she help you? Isn't that what she wants to do...She's here for you..Widowmaker balled her left hand into a fist, pounding it down onto the rock she is laying on. "Mon Dieu, this Lena...I can't stop thinking about what she said...Stop it Amelie`! You have a job to do!" She continues to watch Tracer in the bush, eyes roaming the body she can see from the bush. "Chérie, you are magnifique, I will admit...But you cannot keep doing this.." She slowly moves the scope from Tracer back to Zenyatta, keeping her goggles down, still keeping an eye on Tracer.

Tracer watches from the bush has Zenyatta goes back inside, coming out with more Omnics. Reaper says something, but she cannot hear him. "Bloody hell you grim reaper knockoff, speak louder!" She slowly crawls closer, still hiding in the shrubbery. "Line up, one by one!" Reaper commands as Zenyatta and the other Omnics line up. Reaper radios in to Widowmaker, "Do it, Widow." Widowmaker doesn't respond for a moment, staring down at the ground, before quickly taking aim. "Adieu..." She takes aim and goes to pull the trigger, crosshairs right on Zenyatta's head.

Thanks for reading up to this point, there'll be more by the weekend! Maybe even earlier...Hm? I would love some constructive criticism, I've never written a fanfic before! Want a character you like to have a bigger role in my story? Message me and I'll see what I can do!

Ne vous inquiétez pas mon ami= don't worry my friend

Faire ensemble= get it together