Plead for the Widow
Chapter 2
The Rider's name was Death
Reaper inspected his Talon issued room at a local hotel. Overall it was very minimalistic, with only fancy lamps breaking up the boring orthodoxy.
The robed man set down a large briefcase on the coffee table, which created an audible thud.
"From here I can work." Reaper opened the briefcase and set aside his two shotguns, then grabbed a black and red binder.
The man walked to the bedroom and opened the door, only to be greeted by a simple bed and nightstand. Quickly, Reaper started to pin pictures to the wall, then a map with circles all over it.
However, this action was cut short when Reaper heard a ruffle in the living room. Taking one of his shotguns, he peered outside the door only to see that the coast was clear. This did not deter any further investigation, and the man stepped out.
Suddenly, a knife flew at him, which was caught and then inspected.
"Hmm..." Reaper looked at the black knife, which had the etching of a Spider on it, "HMPH!" he growled an blocked an incoming punch.
"You're very much alert." Widowmaker said as she tried to overpower him, "Your résumé did not lie."
Reaper grumbled and grabbed her arm, then pinned her to the wall and aimed his shotgun at her chin.
"Perfect." Widowmaker said, but then grabbed a nearby lamp and struck the man in the head with it.
"Grrrr..." Reaper growled and held his temple, only to be kicked by Widowmaker and knocked to the ground.
"Your execution still needs work." Widowmaker picked up the Hellfire shotgun and aimed it, "I thought you were all kill."
"I am." Reaper muttered and swept Widowmaker's legs, making her stumble. Using a flip, the man stood once more and grabbed Widowmaker by the neck, "Aim to kill." he tightened his grip.
"Hmgh!" Widowmaker gagged, but then mule kicked Reaper in the gut and flipped to safety, "Your aim is terrible, then."
"As terrible as Talon's training policy." Reaper growled and stared at her with his void eyes.
"A la vie, a la mort." Widowmaker bowed, "I am your mentor to the Talon wa-"
"I don't need a mentor." Reaper turned away and walked to the bedroom.
"Well, I guess you already know where we're being deployed then." Widowmaker murmured and sat down on a chair, "since you do not need a mentor."
Reaper growled and clenched his fists, "Pray tell, enlighten me."
"King's Row, England." Widowmaker responded, "An important Russian politician is being talked out of an Anti-Omnic Missile shield."
"And that matters to me why-"
"Your interests are under Talon's." Widowmaker grumbled, "We need to keep Human-Omnic tensions high." she opened the closet door to reveal an Omnic chassis.
"I am not going to wear that." Reaper commented at the sight of the armor.
"You will not." Widowmaker took the chassis, which was that of a feminized Omnic, and showed it to him, "I have the kill order, you just watch me."
"I will watch for no one." Reaper growled, "when do we leave?"
"0400 Zulu." Widowmaker responded as she took out a duffel bag, "So now."
Reaper felt Widowmaker grab his arm strongly.
"Listen to me, if you dare go against my command, I will be the one dealing the punishment." Widowmaker pulled out an engraved black knife, "and you won't like the Widow's Bite." she ran it across his neck.
"Dare do anything to me. And you'll feel the Hellfire." Reaper shot back, and the two glared at each other with dead eyes.
Widowmaker stepped back and packed her things. "Stop waiting around."
Reaper turned and grabbed a duffel bag provided by Talon. It came with basic hygiene items, a small pistol with an extra clip, and a black box.
"Cyanide Pills." Widowmaker informed him of the black box, "If they capture you.. Die." she placed a rifle barrel in her bag.
"I don't think that's possible." Reaper responded, "I do not fail." he loaded his shotgun, "And I would never be put in a situation where I'd be caught." he scoffed at the ludicrous idea.
"You are one cocky monsieur." Widowmaker muttered and turned to face him, "Just don't get in my way." she closed her duffel bag and swung it over her shoulder.
"You don't order me around." Reaper pushed her, "There's only one person I take orders from- Me." he growled and grabbed Widowmaker's collar, "So you stay out of my way." he threatened and stormed out the door with his gear.
"I think this will be and interesting combination." Widowmaker mumbled and followed behind him at a rapid pace.
The two agents checked out of the Talon sponsored hotel and walked outside to a black sports car, one that appeared very expensive and heavily modded.
"Killer ride." Reaper commented as he caught the keys from Widowmaker, "Well... first smart action you've done all day." he chuckled as he walked to the driver's door.
"Don't get us killed." Widowmaker responded as she stepped inside the luxury car, then saw Reaper turn on the vehicle, "And don't get it wrecked... This cost Talon a fortune."
"Yeah, suiting your fetishes." Reaper growled as everything in the car was themed after the black widow, "Perhaps I can file something to at least get some decent designs." he switched gears.
"Take us to the airport." Widowmaker grunted, and the man took off at a rapid pace, cutting off an incoming taxi cab.
"Death Comes." Reaper murmured as he sped down the road with upmost haste.
New Series not set in the same universe as my other two stories.
Hope you enjoy and please review or something.
Overwatch belongs to Blizzard, not me... Yet...
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