I peeked into my room; Widowmaker was nowhere to be seen. I checked under the beds and even in the wardrobe just to make sure. Nope, nothing.

Grinning, I stole a pair of her socks and slipped two shotgun shells in each of them. I tied them together and hid them in the back of the bottom drawer of the wardrobe. I slid the drawer shut and jumped on my bed. I sat upright, meditating and patiently waiting for my roommate to return.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait for long.

"Bonjour, cherie," she called from the door. "Time to go." I happily obliged.


The food was bland. Like, seriously bland. If it wasn't for how ravenous I was after training, I probably couldn't have swallowed more than a few bites.

Widowmaker sat across from me, expressing no distaste for the food in front of her. I tried several times to initiate a conversation, but she always just stopped talking after a few exchanges. I gave up, and we finished our meals in silence.

We returned our empty trays, and I asked her one final question. "What are we doing this afternoon?"

"I'll be preparing for tomorrow's mission. You can do whatever you want." She walked off, clearly not in the mood to keep talking. What's up with her today? I wondered.

Oh well. Time to check this place out.


I wandered the interconnected hallways, daringly sticking my head into rooms and sometimes getting shooed out. I familiarized myself with the complex, noting the locations of major facilities.

The day passed in a blur.

After dinner, I yawned. Remembering that I had slept late last night and awoken early, I didn't even bother waiting for Widowmaker. I slumped on my bed, falling asleep before my head even hit the pillow.

It was a dreamless night.


I awoke, finding myself in an awkward position. My face was inches from the wall, and one of my legs dangled off the bed. My blanket was aligned sideways and failed to cover me entirely, and I felt an aching in my right side that must have been caused from the cold.

Despite this, I was feeling energetic after a good night's rest; I must have gotten a solid eight hours of sleep at least, or else I wouldn't feel this refreshed.

(Or maybe it was because I only got four hours of sleep yesterday. Oh, and I guess I had been sleeping in a damaged jet in a cold tundra for three nights before that.)

Just as I was about to move and get up, I heard a sound behind me. I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

I felt a light, tentative poke on my back. I didn't move.

I was poked again, twice, and slightly harder this time. Amused, I pretended to groan a little, as if I was asleep and didn't want to get up.

"Merde. Wake up Tracer," a feminine voice muttered. She continued to poke me with increasing… confidence? Annoyance? I couldn't tell. Anyhow, I ignored her and continued my act, even snoring a bit to top it off.

I laughed internally. What a great way to mess with someone, I thought.

The poking stopped. After a brief pause, I risked peeking over my shoulder. Widowmaker had her back turned towards me and was organizing her clothes on her bed. She was already dressed in her regular outfit and seemed prepared to set off on our mission today.

I suddenly realized that I had took a pair of her socks earlier. I had to distract her before she noticed they were gone!

"Good morning, luv!" I shouted into her ear, moments before jumping on her. Her face turned right before I made contact, and I was delighted to see her expression of shock. I smiled. She was emotionless, maybe, but definitely not prepared for everything.

We crashed down with a loud thud on her bed. Some of her neatly-folded clothes were strewn to the side and on the floor. I felt her cool body press against mine for a moment, before she shoved me off her.

I landed on my own bed; a cheeky grin spread wide across my face. My plan had worked. Perfectly.

Sitting upright, she roared, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

Recalling how she woke me up with a rifle two days ago, I playfully responded, "You finally decided to touch me, so I returned the favor."

I reveled in the look painted on Widowmaker's face. She was furious.

"Oh you know nothing about touching someone." She was on me in an instant, pinning me with an armbar while glaring at me with her amber eyes. I tried to escape her iron grip to no avail.

Before I could respond, Reaper barged into the room. Widowmaker stood up just as fast as she pinned me. She straightened herself and looked slightly downwards. She seemed to be anticipating admonishment from Reaper, but it never came.

As if nothing had happened, he looked at me and said, "Tracer. You have your first mission together today. Prepare yourself and report to the third floor of the East Wing in fifteen minutes for debriefing." He turned. "Widowmaker, we have five new recruits. Meet them in the lounge and give them welcome training." We both nodded our understanding. He abruptly turned around and left.

Eyes narrowed, Widowmaker grabbed me by my collar and whispered, "Don't you dare set me up like that again. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

Set her up? I nervously chuckled. "Woah, calm down, luv. It's not like you can feel embarrassment or anything."

She mumbled a few obscene curses and released me. She left without another word, not even bothering to fix the mess of clothes on her bed that I had caused.

I contemplated all that had transpired for a few moments. Sigh. Such a party-pooper.

Time to get moving. Again.


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Translations

Bonjour: hello

Chérie: sweetheart, dear

Merde: sh*t