Right Choice
Amélie aims her sights on an unsuspecting Tracer. It was time for an assault on Overwatch's Underground Headquarters, but there is no way Amélie can kill any of them at this point, especially not the Angel in the medical room, restocking her herbs and medicine. Just the sight of her made Amélie's heart race. She pulls her head away from her rifle and shakes distracting thoughts from her head before looking back down the sights at a different area. "Are we sure we have enough people to take them down?"
"We have enough to kill every single one of them." Reaper says.
"Very well."
"We're waiting on you, amiga."
"Quelle?"
"You're the sniper. Take the first shot." Sombra says.
"Right. Which do you want me to go for?"
"Get your head in play. Take out their healer." Sombra pushes.
"Sombra… Fine." Amélie aims at Angela, but doesn't shoot.
"What are you waiting for?" Reaper asks.
"Give me a moment to line up the shot."
"She's out in the open. Just end her and move to the next target." Reaper pushes, getting frustrated.
"You want to try sniping this time around? I don't think you do, so shut up and quit spitting smoke."
Sombra whistles. "Didn't think you had it in you, amiga."
"Everybody shut up!" Amélie aims at Angela. She apologizes internally before pulling the trigger, the bullet leaving the chamber and shooting out of the barrel. There is nothing but air between it and Angela as it strikes her shoulder, making her scream. It alerts the rest of Overwatch as they set off the alarm.
"Widowmaker, what kind of shot was that?!"
"Maybe if you all hadn't been distracting me…"
"You don't get distracted! This whole mission rides on surprise!"
"It does, doesn't it?"
"What? You…" Reaper Shadow Steps behinds Amélia and aims at her head.
Amélie closes her eyes. "Au Revoir…"