Amelie hadn't been on a mission in almost a month when Sombra appeared in her room. "Hola, Amiga."
"What do you want?"
"Are you feeling antsy? No missions and all work makes a spider a dull boy, after all."
"…Quelle?" Amelie asked, genuinely confused.
"Never mind. Do you know why you haven't gone on a mission in a while?"
"I don't care." She stated, though she really was curious. Sombra pulled up a video. It was Omnics attacking London.
"This is from a week ago, 2 days before Overwatch showed up. Without the prime minister's approval. He's ordering an investigation into Overwatch's management after they disobeyed a direct order not to get involved." Amelie kept her face neutral, not understanding where this was going. "Ooh, I love investigations. They always find the neatest things!" For once, the hacker got a look so that Amelie knew immediately her actual age: she was only 12 years old. She regained composure, turning back into the 17-year-old. "Anyways, your last mission, with the Omnic peace speaker?" Amelie looked at her in annoyance, but Sombra took this as an invite to keep talking. "When he was killed by Anti-Omnics, aka you, Null Sector took the opportunity to attack London from below, which caused more friction between the humans and Omnics: just what the bosses wanted."
"You mean Boss." Amelie corrected, wanting Sombra to elaborate on the possible mistake.
"No, I mean bosses. You thought Vialli was the only one? It must be so pleasant not to have curiosity. More likely boring, though. Anyways, because of the mysteriously missing tech piece, tensions between the commanders are in the record highs."
"Commander." Amelie corrected, hoping Sombra didn't know what it sounded like she did.
"No, Commanders. Blackwatch commander Gabriel Reyes, and Overwatch commander Jack Morrison. You didn't know your boyfriend was the commander?" Amelie blinked. "Ohh. That is amazing." The giddiness appeared again. *Sombra loves feeling more intelligent than others. Information for later.* "Which means it's only a matter of time before something pushes them over the edge of hate. I have my own mission to complete now. Adios, amiga." Sombra disappeared, and Amelie thought over what Sombra had said, cleaning her gun again. She went out to the firing range, her secondary home here. she fired several times into the targets, always hitting right in the center of the human targets head or hearts. She never hesitated, and never showed any emotion. Everyone knew to avoid the Widowmaker for their own good. Sombra was the only one brave or stupid enough to try to talk to her. She went outside of the base briefly, looking around. She was never told where the base even was, but based on what she knew about topography, it was somewhere in Russia, which narrowed it down to a country at least. *The largest country in the world…* Her comms activated.
"Widowmaker, report to the weapons room." The man seemed nervous, which made sense considering he was inviting Talon's most accomplished killer into a killer's playground. She obeyed, standing right in the entrance as a man was awkwardly was standing inside the room, clearly uncomfortable being locked inside a room with a murderer. "Vailli wants to reward you for such…ahem, excellent work." Amelie didn't reply, blinking calmly. The man handed her a gun with shaking hands. She looked it over.
"I don't need a new gun."
"Um, Vailli named it with Widow's Kiss. It converts to an automatic assault rifle and gets farther range than your current sniper rifle-" Amelie looked through the scope, changing it to its automatic rifle with ease.
"Firing rate?"
"T-ten rounds a second in assault rifle form, and the sniping part reaches peak range at a second. And it reloads at a second and a half rate." Amelie blinked.
"Tell Vailli merci." She walked away to play with her new toy.
"W-wait, Widowmaker!" She paused, aiming the gun at the man. She had no intention of firing, but it was almost comical how he started shaking and stuttering. "W-we also d-designed a grappling hook for you…" She turned back, lowering the gun. "It reaches 20 meters, can hold up to a ton of weight-" Amelie aimed her gun again, this time perfectly willing to fire. "N-not that you weigh that!" She lowered it. "it can easily be attached to your shoe and is completely silent."
"Is that all?"
"Y-yes, ma'am."
"Tell Vailli merci." She walked away, leaving her heels with the weapons expert. She entered the firing range again, testing out the new gun. It worked wonderfully, and when she stopped, each target had a fist sized hole in their skull and a single shot in their heart. She took both guns to her room, looking at her old weapon. *It'd be a shame to throw it away. I'll hold onto it as a spare. After all, Gabriel-no, don't. you can't get confused now: you're in too deep to worry about what he-don't.* She forced herself to stop thinking about Gabriel, focusing on where to put her spare gun. She settled on the corner between her bed and the wall. It was almost impossible to see at first glance, which would be good if she was ever discovered and needed a fast weapon. She sat down on her bed once again. After 30 minutes of this, she found herself once again thinking of Gabriel. She stood up and went to the exercise room, desperate to not think about anyone in Overwatch. She was successful in that: instead, her thoughts focused on Gerald. She excused herself to the bathroom, where she was horrified to find tears starting to fall. Her face hadn't changed expression, so no one else noticed, thankfully. She quickly dried her eyes. *I need a mission. I need something to distract me from everything.* Her comms rang again.
"Widowmaker, you have a mission."
"Understood." Her heart swelled with relief.