It had been a year since Gabriel died. Widowmaker had killed a lot of her former friends and coworkers: she didn't count them. It hurt her too much to do so. She stayed as busy and distant as possible to not think about her brother and her dead boyfriend. Sombra bothered her constantly, but Widowmaker didn't care anymore. The only time she couldn't stop herself was at night. She just got back from a mission in France when Sombra met her by exit of the plane. "What do you want, Sombra?"

"There's a mission for you tonight."

"Oui?" Widowmaker stated, looking at Sombra with a blank face.

"It's in Mexico. Avialli has the rest of the information."

"Has he finally decided not to tell you everything?" Widowmaker asked flatly.

"Oh, you want me to tell you?" Sombra asked, looking excited.

"It will save time."

"You're heading to Colombes, Mexico to convince someone to join Talon."

"Usually people approach us, not the other way around."

"The Bosses think he won't be very thrilled about us getting involved. You used to know him."

"Oh?" Widowmaker stated, not interested at all.

"Si. I think I'm going to leave it a surprise for when you see him, though." Widowmaker sighed.

"What does he look like? I can't find someone if I don't know something about them."

"He wears a skull mask, a black trench coat, and has a black hood on."

"He wears all black? And a skull mask?"

"I know! It sounds like he's dressed up for Halloween!"

"Why am I being sent to recruit him? I don't do people."

"No one else can find him, and even if they do, he kills them." Sombra stated calmly. "He's antisocial to the point it makes you look like a partier." Widowmaker blinked slowly. She didn't know anyone that violent. "He's going to be one of the hardest people to find, mi Amiga."

"I doubt that." Widowmaker sighed, cocking her gun. "I'll be prepared in 5 minutes." She walked away to her room, getting more bullets. Sombra followed her.

"50 agents have gone after him." She paused, then continued. "They're all dead."

"One at a time?"

"Dos Mio, no! The largest group was 10. Here's the pictures people came back with." Widowmaker paused to study the images. 4 of them had their throats ripped completely out, 2 of them had their eyes gouged out and a stab wound all the way from their right shoulder to their left kidneys. 2 more had their entire stomachs removed. The one Widowmaker identified as the scout had his head removed, the open neck looking jagged and like it had been torn off with someone's bare hands. The last one was completely unrecognizable: the left side of its face was completely gone from a gunshot, the other side covered with scratches and bleeding cuts. Its stomach was torn open, guts hanging out and some parts even missing, and both legs stabbed behind the kneecap. Whoever did it was animalistic: the legs and face had been mutilated before the person had died, and the stomach was done afterwards. Widowmaker was almost impressed by the brutality of the attacks. "You know, the funniest part about the last image? Ballistics say that the shot was fired within a foot of the skull, and our profiler says he was aiming for the center."

"I didn't think anyone could have that bad an aim." Widowmaker murmured out loud, surprised. She straightened her body, loading her gun and walking towards the plane.

"I think you'll enjoy this mission, spider." Widowmaker didn't reply. She thought in silence as the plane took off. Who on earth would pull someone's stomach out after they were dead, and then take some of the organs? It seemed almost too evil to be possible. She thought back to what Sombra said. Who would miss from a foot away when they took out so many so viciously? In fact, how did he not get shot? She pulled up the images again, displaying them in a 3D picture like she had learned to. Blood was everywhere, but some of the blood was almost black. She followed the black blood trail towards Colombes. *Why is this person so interested in going to Colombes that he'd killed 50 people to get there undisturbed?* She tilted her head, peering at the picture of the scout. He hadn't received a beating: his head was just removed. "How did these people get recruited?" The pilot replied,

"9 of the 10 came from a group of Overwatch members who disliked how things were being handled with the Omnics. They were some of the best, so we kept them together. I knew them."

"And the 10 one is the one who had its head removed?"

"Yeah. He was a Russian who wanted all Omnics to die and found Talon the best tool for that end."

"Whoever this is dislikes Overwatch."

"What makes you say that?"

"How long until we reach Mexico?"

"Um…30 minutes."

"Be quiet. I must think." The pilot muttered,

"You're the one who asked me a question, lady…" Widowmaker frowned as she thought about everyone she used to know. The people she knew that were still living had great aim and weren't nearly good enough to pull that kind of massacre off. The only one who might be capable of this would have to be McCree, and she didn't know the cowboy at all, but she doubted he would be the kind of person to beat someone to that kind of extreme. *Unless it's not someone who's alive. No, that's impossible. Angela Ziegler clearly stated they were dead, and I saw both bodies get buried. It can't be them.* She walked off the plane when they landed, saying,

"Stay here. I'll be back with the recruit, dead or alive."