Talons base was quiet, too quiet. The sounds of hover vehicles could only be heard transporting supplies to possibly other Talon strongholds.
Reaper slowly opened his eyes staring at the blinds fluttering over the window. The sun shone through the thin slits of the shutters, illuminating the lavish room. Reaper looked to the side of his bed, taking the skull mask on top of the oak drawer and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Amèlie wiped the steam off the glass mirror, sighing as she placed the white bathrobe over her orchid skin. Her hands caressed her silky hair as she walked out from the lavatory and slid herself into her skin-tight field gear, bearing the recon visor over her head and sliding a magazine into the transformative rifle.
"Parfait."
"Perfect…" Reaper said as he locked both his shotguns underneath his heavy trench coat. He walked over to the door, exiting the room, locking the door and walked down the eerie hallway.
Things began to flare as Talon hover ships began docking near the bay, with Talon operatives beginning to hop out of them and assembling in line outside the cafeteria.
"Huh, this place actually has something to eat…" Reaper thought to himself as he entered through the entry point. "…and it's busy as hell."
Widowmaker sat alone in a corner, slowly eating away at the warm Bouillabaisse in the corner of the room.
"Freak." She'd hear one of the soldiers utter.
"Tch, yeah. She's got a nice rack though, I wouldn't mind sticking in with her, even though she's blue."
"Please…she'll tear you apart, have you seen what she's done when she was sent to Brazil? Assassinated Frederico Drenanz, no one's ever done that."
"She can't be that great, after all she's only a woman. I'd like to see her try and take me do-"
With that moment Amèlie slammed the soldier's head into the steel table, cracking his visor and leaving him unconscious.
"Filth like you has no right to have a woman at all."
She said with a stern stare and with that, she turned around and walked back to her table, the soldiers all-scampering away from the mess she created.
Reaper arched an eyebrow as he watched the woman walk back to her meal.
"Hrm, not bad."
He walked towards her table, signaling if he should sit down. She looked at the dark figure and gave a brief nod.
"I saw what you did to that poor fool over there." Reaper said as he looked over his shoulder at the still unconscious operative.
"Though I'm pretty sure everyone saw that…I suppose I should introduce myse-"
"I know who you are." She hastily replied
"I followed your work, you pick off Overwatch agents effectively. Your reputation here at Talon proceeds you, 'Reaper', if that is your real name of course."
"Flattering…" growled Reaper, "And you are?"
"Widowmaker, enchantè de faire votre onnaissance mon ami." She said as she stook out her arm, giving a friendly – yet sly smile. "I have a feeling we will have a chance to know each other more." Reaper insisted as he took her hand, applying a firm grip.