Lena rubs her jaw as the Overwatch ship lands back in the main hangar of the compound. Once the large, metal door to the ship descends, Lena frowns. Mercy, Dr. Angela Ziegler, was standing there, hands on hips, a frown strewn upon her face. "Lena, what is the matter with you? Going after Talon's best assassin? Alone? I can't believe you thought this was a good idea!" She yells. Lena hangs her head low, rubbing the back of her neck as she is scolded. She steps off the ship, not making eye contact with the Doctor. "I'm sorry love, but can we argue later...My jaw still hurts..." Angela let out a frustrated sigh. "Fine! Come with me, we'll get you checked out."
The room was pitch black, and Widowmaker didn't like it. Usually, she can spot anything, but not when it came to her superiors. She couldn't guess if they were behind her or in front of her. Eventually, the door to the room opens, and the light switch is flicked on. The man standing before Widowmaker was Talon's lead mission directive manager, clad in a balaclava and old Soviet-era military gear. He spoke with a Spanish accent as he walked in front of the table Widowmaker was sitting at. "What is the matter with you? Talon gives you everything, made you into the machine you are today, and you fail? Twice in a row? I bet fucking Hanzo Shimada wouldn't have missed!" He screamed, fists slammed down onto the table. Widowmaker knew not to say anything, or risk harsher punishment. "Have you ever played baseball, assassin?" Widowmaker looked quizzically up to the man. "...Non monsieur." He chuckles to himself, before putting out his pointer finger. "First strike, failing to terminate Overwatch agent Tracer." He holds out two fingers now. "Second strike, failing to terminate Zenyatta, now one of the leaders of the human-Omnic peace talks!" He has a cold, evil grin on his face as he puts out a third finger. "Want to know what happens when you reach this finger, 'chérie'. Hm?" Widowmaker slowly nods, knowing not to anger him further. "You're out. We bring you back to the cells." Widowmaker goes wide eyed, remembering her experiences with the "Cells".
Dr. Ziegler slowly moves Lena's hand off of her jaw, examining it. "It is nothing, Lena. Merely cut skin and a bruise. A band-aid and an ice pack will do." Angela searched through her medkit before pulling out a band-aid, handing it to Lena. "Thanks love, now..I gotta go, I guess!" She quickly tries to go to the door. "No! Don't you leave yet or I swear to god I will spike every meal you eat with laxatives!" Lena sighed, shoulders slumping down. She turns, back resting against the door. "Alright, alright. Is this all about me going out by myself? Because I told you love, I can handle it! I'm the bloody cavalry!" She laughs a bit, but frowns when Angela stares at her with a straight face. "You're meddling in matters you do not know about, Lena! You could've been killed, and for what? Foolishly thinking you can change the mind of a murderer?" Lena rubs the back of her neck again. "But Angela, she's changing! I can tell! Just lis-" Angela cuts Lena off. "No, you listen to me! That 'Widowmaker' is trouble! She kills every target she is assigned, Lena! She isn't going to change, she's just a terrorist weapon used by Talon! Whoever or whatever she was is dead now, all that's left is the cold and deadly assassin in which we have today. Lena, I- No we, are going to have a meeting about your escapades...With Winston, and the others!" Lena frowns, getting down on her knees and practically begs. "No, Angela, you can't! Please, I'll..I'll stop, okay? Just..Please don't tell the others! Only Winston knows! Please, just...Keep it quiet, alright love?" Angela glares for a few moments, before rolling her eyes as she crosses her arms. "Fine, deal."
Ameile` woke up chained to a bed, each limb clamped down. She struggled, tears falling down her cheeks as multiple Talon members walked into the room. The Talon leader, the very same who's scolding Widowmaker now, is at the foot of her bed. "If we can't get to Gerard, we will use her instead...Begin procedures.." Amelie` breathed in short gasps. "Non, please! I-I love Gerard! P-Please don't do this!" He stared down at her. "Shh, shh...Don't cry, you're going to be...Magnificent." He turns to the Talon agents. "Beat her. Break her. Create her." He gives Amelie` an icy glare, before turning around and leaving the room. Amelie` closes her eyes tightly as the Talon agents began to move in closer to her.
Widowmaker gasps as she rockets up from her bed, looking around. She runs her hands through her hair, then onto her face. "Dieu merci, it was just a dream.." She slowly stands up in the small, bland room that she calls her own. She looks at the cracked mirror she has, at herself. "You have to do it, Amelie`...You have to do it...There is no more room for failure.."
Lena, now bandaged up, walks towards Winston in the main control room. "Winston! Is everything alright, you seemed a bit rushed when I talk to ya' earlier!" Winston turns around in his chair, beckoning her over. "There's a problem, Lena...Big problem..Talon might know the location of our new...This..compound.." Lena frowns quickly. "But how, Winston?!" Winston points to the screen. "That agent you were after, Widowmaker, she was here. She planted that information on the computer. She led you to King's Row, it wasn't a mistake you two met there." Lena stared in shock. "But..Where did you get the documents that said Talon was targeting Zenyatta?" Winston frowns further. "That's the thing..Those were accurate..Mostly...But she didn't leave them. Someone in Talon is giving us these pieces of information..." Lena scratched her head for a moment, before shrugging. "Well, if they're bloody well helping us, then I don't care! My stomach is killing me, I have to eat!" She cheerfully exclaims to the scientist, blinking towards the kitchen.
Widowmaker sat down on her twin-sized bed, checking her rifle. She makes sure all of her equipment is working, before she lifts up the mission report. She reads it over and it states that:
You'll be traveling to Watchpoint: Gibraltar to acquire information on Overwatch's activity in the area. Do not be noticed.
Widowmaker, knowing that Talon gives her a week to officially report on her mission, places the report in her drawer. She looks at a calendar and marks an 'X' down on it. "4 days and 10 hours left, mon chérie."
Hey guys, thanks for reading up to this point! I just wanted to say that as of now, I plan on releasing a chapter a day, but that isn't a promise, that's just a goal for me. Don't worry, it's rated M for a reason, this is a slow build after all :P. Please leave any thoughts on the story so far in a review, constructive criticism in any form will be really helpful for me, this is my first fanfiction!