Lena giggled as she tried to conceal her chronal accelerator in her jacket. She wore jeans and a brown overcoat rather than her usual bright leggings and RAF jacket. She stood on a crowded corner in the bustling metropolis of Delhi, India.
"Alright, love...Game face!" She spoke to herself, rolling her shoulders.
She held up a fake newspaper, holding it above her head. It read, "Vishkar CEO Scandal: Found Dealing Arms to Omnics!"
She cleared her throat as she yelled out, "Read this! Vishkar arming dangerous terrorists! Proof in here!"
Some people gathered, grabbing from a stack of papers that Lena had placed down. Lena grinned, knowing this would cause a lot of buzz around the locals. She did this for around a week, until major news networks around Delhi began to run her story, questioning the intentions of Vishkar.
Vishkar felt the squeeze. This new and loud journalist was beginning to stir the masses. A fat, bearded man sat at a table surrounded by greasy men, all smoking cigars. He placed his cigar down, looking up to a monitor, displaying La Muerte.
"This bitch is going to be a problem, Muerte. We need her taken out." The man spoke with a heavy Indian accent, he sipped some scotch as he spoke.
La Muerte smiles, crossing his arms. "Of course, gentlemen! Talon can take care of your problem! We'll have our regular fee and we'll send out a hitsquad..."
The fat man shook his head.
"Too many people, Muerte. I want the assassin." The fat man barked, his expression unforgiving.
La Muerte grinned menacingly, knowing damn well that they wanted Widowmaker.
"I don't know...I'll have to double my usual rate for the usage of such a...Magnifique...Weapon." La Muerte slyly remarked.
The group of men nodded quickly, the fat man taking a puff of his cigar.
"We don't care! Take her out! And you can get triple!"
La Muerte nodded. "Alright gentlemen. Your problem will be taken care of within three days. Good night."
The monitor shut off and the executives all sighed in relief, knowing their problem was about to be eradicated.
The Talon jet landed slowly onto the rooftop, dropping Widowmaker off. She nodded and gave a thumbs up as the ship left. She unslung her rifle, looking up to a tall building under construction.
The job was simple. She would set up position across the street from where the journalist usually spoke, and then bam. She'll take her out with a headshot and leave in time for dinner. Widowmaker scoffed to herself as she grappled up to her position.
"Hmpf. Journalists..." She rolled her eyes as she kneeled, opening the window slowly. She aimed her rifle out of the window, activating its sniper mode. Her breathing slowed as her amber eye focused in on the sight.
"Now where is she?" Widowmaker quietly spoke to herself as she looked at the corner the journalist usually worked.
Lena chugged the water down as she coughed, her face red as the street vendor laughed.
"You do not like spicy food, no?" The Indian man asked, trying to hold back his laughter.
Lena cleared her throat.
"Jesus, I thought I was going to die!" She giggled as she handed the vendor some cash for the spicy chicken she just ate.
Lena made her way down the street to her usual corner, her eyes watching the rooftops around her. The sniper would be hiding somewhere...She grinned as an idea popped in her head. Lena turned into a small clothing store, purchasing a cheap pair of binoculars. She left the store, eying the rooftops easily now.
"If I was a sniper told to take out a target, where would I go?" Lena questioned herself, before her binoculars stopped on a tall skyscraper under construction.
"Bingo!" She giggled to herself, scanning the tower until her eyes met what looked like a barrel sticking out of a window.
"Gotcha!" She exclaimed to herself. She ripped her jacket off, unsheathing her pistols. She blinked towards the building, a confident grin on her face.
Widowmaker was getting bored. She sat there for about an hour. She checked her watch, groaning.
"Merde...Someone must've tipped them off.." Widowmaker began to pack up, until a voice caused her to freeze.
"Amelie`?!" Lena exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.
Widowmaker frowned, before swiftly turning around, firing her rifle towards the woman. Lena darted to cover, confused.
"Amelie`! It's me, Lena!" Lena screamed out, darting to another piece of cover.
Widowmaker continued to fire, a smirk on her face.
"I do not know that is, chérie!" Widowmaker retorted as she moved towards Lena's location, still firing.
Lena frowned, before darting behind Widowmaker. She tried to tackle her to the ground, but failed when Widowmaker swiftly turned around, backhanding her hard across the face.
Lena stumbled a bit, shaking her head. She rubbed her cheek, which was red from the hard hit.
"Love, it's me! W-What are you doing?!" Lena practically yelled, her eyes tearing up out of anger and pain as Amelie` attacked her.
Widowmaker continued to grin, before raising her rifle up.
"Adieu." Widowmaker smiled as her finger pulled the trigger.
Jack sat down at his desk, rubbing his temples. He cleared his throat as he read over a report.
"Angela!" He yelled out, turning his head to her general direction.
Angela came over to his side, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, Jack?" Angela spoke quietly and comfortingly to her friend.
Jack pointed to the report as he spoke.
"We need to speak about this. Overwatch is having a hard time controlling the issue in Russia. It's starting to spill over in France now as riots continue to cause unrest in Paris..."
Angela frowned, holding up the report. "Who do you propose we send right now to deal with this, Jack?"
Jack shrugged. "Lena when she's done...Send . She just finished a tour in South Korea."
That's all for today! More tomorrow! Any review is greatly appreciated and I would love you forever! Special thanks to Sergeant Lawson for being such a great help in writing this story with his epic beta reading skills!