Amelie` stared at her reflection. It began to move, an evil smirk on her face. "You really think you can control your urges? You foolish girl." Amelie` frowned, feeling the voice now surrounding her as her reflection disappeared. "I will return us to Talon and take out that brat too. Sleep tight, Amelie`..." She laughed as Amelie` frowned more, images blurring her vision. She can hear the man again.
"Amelie`, I'm so glad Overwatch found you...I was going mad without you..." Amelie` wished she could recognize the voice. Suddenly, everything went dark. Amelie` found herself clamped to a table, slowly spinning down further and further into the void. La Muerte grinned down at her. "Don't cry, my dear...It will be quick.." He chuckled as the large machine slowly lowered down to her.
Amelie` screamed as she jolted up, her body shaking as her chest heaves. Lena jumps up, confused and dazed as she is awoken from her slumber. "Awh...'Aving a bad dream, love?" Amelie` rubbed her face, looking back to the short woman. "Oui...Don't worry about it...I'm-I'm fine.." She slowly lays back, allowing Lena to wrap an arm around her, resting her head on her shoulder. "Love you!" Lena gleefully exclaims, causing Amelie` to smile. "I love you too, chérie.." Amelie` closes her eyes, trying to return to her resting state, eventually succeeding in doing so, wrapped in Lena's warm embrace.
Reaper stared at the vial for what seemed like an eternity. He turned back to the grunts. "I will pay you all triple what you're being paid right now to leave Talon and come with me. We're forming our own organization." The grunts looking to each other, before all saluting their new commander. Reaper grinned under his mask. "Arm yourselves." The grunts pushed past Reaper into the armory, grabbing as many weapons as they could. Reaper tucked the vial into his belt, patting it affectionately.
La Muerte stared at the cameras, his knuckles white as he pulled his hand into a tight fist. "Those fucks!" He slammed a button under his desk, causing alarms to blare throughout the compound. He picked up a mic. "Alert! We have traitors in the armory being led by Reaper! Kill them all!" Talon grunts began rushing towards the armory.
Reaper turned around as the alarms began to blast throughout the compound. He looks back to his grunts. "We're fighting our way out." The grunts followed Reaper through the hallways as they rushed towards an exit.
The compound turned into a living hell. Chaos erupted as combat consumed Talon from within. Multiple bodies lay on the ground as Reaper slams his boot down into a grunt's face, smashing his teeth in. He blasts him in the stomach with his shotgun, turning to whoever's left. About half his men died from the combat. "Let's go before they send in reinforcements." They rushed out of the exit, half of them wounded and the other half covered in blood. La Muerte stared at the cameras, before standing up rapidly. He pulls out his magnum, sending all six bullets into the terminal screen. "I've had it! I'll handle this myself!"
Amelie` slowly was jolted awake when she felt the movement of a person next to her. She opened her amber eyes, meeting the back of Lena. Lena turned to her. "Mornin', love! Come, I want to make us breakfast!" Amelie` smiled, rubbing her eyes. "Chérie, are you always so...Energetic?" Lena shrugs, a grin on her face. "I don't know, love...All I know is that I'm a morning, night, and day person!" She giggles at her joke, blinking into the next room. Amelie` rolled her eyes, lifting herself from the bed. She follows Lena into the kitchen. "Mon chérie, I can make us food, sit down.." Lena shook her head. "Nope! I called it first, love. Anyway, who wants to eat bread for breakfast?" Amelie` crossed her arms. "You know chérie, I regret taking bullets for you." Amelie` winked, offering a small smile as she sat down slowly. Lena chuckled, opening her fridge to take some eggs out. "So, love..I wanted to ask you something.." Amelie` looked up, her heart beginning to beat a little faster. "And that is?" Lena looked down as she cracked an egg into the pan. "Well, love...Overwatch could always use some more heroes..." Amelie` frowned. Hero? She wasn't a hero. "Lena, I..I don't think I would be..." She sighed. "I'm not a hero, chérie." Lena frowned, turning to her. "Don't you say that, love! You have to stop putting yourself down! You saved me twice! You're my hero! And I want you to join me!" Amelie` frowned more, a whisper coming to her ear.
"You're no hero, Amelie`. You worked for a terrorist organization and killed many, many people. You only got headshots. You ensured their death."
"So, how about it? Overwatch could definitely use a crack shot like you! And we can work together! Ya' know? Instead of doing our..Cat and mouse game like we used to do, love!" Lena pouted a bit. Amelie` swore to herself. "You practiced that face and I'm going to guess it worked every time you've used it." She sighs. "Fine...I will do it..." Lena smiled. "Thanks, love! You're going to fit right in! I've got to introduce you to Genji, McCree, 76! He's going to be so happy we 'ave a sniper now!" She grinned, winking to Amelie`. "A sexy french one at that." Amelie` could feel the slightest blush on her face. "Mon chérie, I think you're going to burn it.." Lena stood confused before realizing she was cooking. "Sorry!" She giggled to herself as she made their plates, sitting down to eat with her lover.
Reaper sat back in the old warehouse, the grunts moving boxes around. He slowly twirled the vial between his fingers. He lifted up an old tourist map of London. "Hmpf...I've got an idea..." He snapped his fingers, one of the grunts coming to him. "Yes sir?" Reaper, leaned back. "I want you to contact Vishkar industries. I want to purchase some bombs." The soldier offered a salute. "Yes sir, right away!" He swiftly ran off, going onto a computer to begin typing his message. Reaper stood up, placing the vial back into his belt, overseeing the grunts work.
Winston sat the chip down in front of Angela. "I've researched it, Doctor." Angela smiled. "And?" Winston fixed his glasses on his face, sighing. "It wasn't just a tracking chip...I think they had some...Mental components implemented." Angela crossed her arms. "What mental components?" Winston sighed, shrugging. "I do not know. The encryptions were too difficult to get past at that point." Angela frowned. "I don't know if I can trust her...With or without this chip.." Winston nodded. "Agreed..Let's hope she doesn't do anything to harm Lena.."
Again I'm so sorry for another short chapter, but finals week ends Tuesday! So close! Thanks for reading up to this point! Any review, large or small, really helps me to write these for you guys! More to come tomorrow!