Gunslingers and Lightbringers
Chapter 13

Symmetra felt the black car stop and heard the Hindi voices speaking in the front.

Widowmaker, dressed in the assistant's clothing, was speaking to a Vishkarian guard at the gate entering Grit.

"Ma'am.. Do you have Vishkarian ID?" The young guard said suspiciously as he looked at Reaper, who appeared chunky by having Vishkarian guard clothes over his black robes. "Sir?" he asked Reaper, who was hunched over on the wheel to hide his mask.

"You said you needed my identification?" Widowmaker tried to distract the man, "Well.." she opened up her suit, revealing a lot of cleavage.

The young man started to breathe heavily, but then noticed the purple skin and his arousal became confused.
"You could... Go..." the guard said and was about to let them in until another one came up to him. "STOP RIGHT THERE!" he yelled and pulled out his pistol.

Immediately, Vishkarian soldiers surrounded the black car.

"Bring out Miss Symmetra at once and come out with your hands up!" One of the soldiers yelled as they all aimed their laser rifles.

"Don't worry." Reaper grumbled and gave Widowmaker a mischievous look.

"Ooo la la." Widowmaker bit her bottom lip, "I can't believe it." she said in odd excitement and the two stepped out of the car.

"Where is Miss Symmetra!?" one of the soldiers yelled at Reaper.

Reaper grumbled lowly and started to be surrounded by a black aura.

"Here it comes." Widowmaker smirked as Reaper crept up towards all the guards and soldiers at the checkpoint.

The soldiers muttered uneasily as Reaper walked closer with a sinister cloud around him.

"Do you want to die!?" the young guard from before yelled as he kept his laser pistol fixed on his enemy's head.

"Die..." Reaper murmured, then a violent pulse of dark supernatural energy erupted, "DIE DIE!" he cackled and all the armed personnel were consumed in a hail of shotgun fire and black smoke.

"Music to my ears." Widowmaker smiled as she heard the gunshots and the screams inside Reaper's typhoon of death.

The horror died down with Reaper placing both shotguns on his chest and looking at his casualties. No one escaped alive.

"Encore?" Widowmaker asked her partner as he made his way back to the car and threw the bound Symmetra off.

"Come on." Reaper growled as he dragged Symmetra by the hair and the three passed into Grit.

In the Town of Dusty Dune, McCree had recovered from his injury but had left disgruntled men to look at him like he had fallen in a ditch he clearly saw was coming up.

"When's the assault?" The oldest town leader asked the cowboy, "Mornin' or later?"

"Later." McCree reviewed the strategy, which called for a full frontal assault using mobile units. "We'll use the rising sun to hide ourselves in the glare."

"Men are restin' now." another leader stepped in, "Waitin' for our orders."

"10 AM, we take off." McCree spoke and turned to them, "Then we stop Vishkar in their tracks."

Now in the destination of the attack party, Grit, the Vishkarian guard had another problem aside from the incoming attack- they had lost their headquarters to two unforeseen individuals.

"Look at them." Widowmaker gazed at the numbers outside through her Infrasight, "Why don't they come in, mon amour?" she asked coyly.

"They probably learned their lesson." Reaper said as he kicked a downed Vishkarian Elite guard aside to look at Symmetra, who was logging in to the Vishkar server.

"You just had to kill the other one..." Widowmaker sighed as she looked at the man who stood interim for Symmetra, a full shotgun blast in his chest.

"He shouldn't have been sitting down in the crossfire." Reaper grunted and put his shotgun on the base of Symmetra'a neck, "Hurry up."

"I'm downloading it now." Symmetra responded fearfully, "Everything relating to Vishkarian Activities in the Americas."

"Next time, stay off my turf." Reaper growled as he places his metal claws on her neck, "That is, if there is a next time." he cackled and stepped back.

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Sorry for the delays, I've been typing these in my Ipod 4... Ugh what a pain.
Now for Reviewer responses!

For Reviewer My Guest: I know Widowmaker is a bit unorthodox, but please hear me out. Here was my reasoning- Since Widow is so obsessed with death and that stuff (from what I can tell from her in-game lines and her Alive Special), and Reaper is supposed to be an embodiment of that (or tries to be), many obsessive people love something physical of their obsession (like a person obsessed with dragons likes a dragon figurine). Now trust me, I am a psychologist with a PhD from WebMD, and since Reaper is an embodiment of Widow's obsession, I guess that's why I made her like that. I also thought she came out a bit Harly-ish so don't worry. Also I am coming out with a fic about Reaper and Widow where I work more on this (Subliminal Advertising Over)

For Reviewers BrutusSilentium (Et Tu, Brute?) and Redgum: Thanks for the support!

And thanks to all my reviewers as well!
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