Widowmaker laid down on the roof of the medical centre in the hole, enjoying the cold of the dark desert night. The helicopter had not seen use in years, and she had to break the locks to the door to escape. She had finally returned from her sojourn in the desert, and had returned feeling satisfied and calm. The lights of the facility had filtered out the stars, but the quiet was golden. Only the distant sounds of Coyotes broke it. But just as the Blue began to retreat, and the voice in the back of her head began to take over, a voice broke the peace.

"Widowmaker!"

Suddenly, the peace came breaking down around Widowmaker, and she glared at the aggressor.

"Ashe" She growled. Ashe stopped short of getting close. Instead, she took a few steps back at the edge in Widowmakers voice.

"Ah. I was hoping to talk to you. I don't think we've talked since you've been here"

"You are Warden" Came the reply. "You could have ordered me to talk to you"

"I didn't want something so formal." Ashe replied. Even though Widowmaker despised her, she had to respect her courage. She could hear the heart beating in Ashe's breast, the smell of beads of sweat forming on her forehead and the strain in her usually low, sultry voice. She didn't blame Ashe for being scared. But she respected her for hiding it effectively for anyone else to be oblivious to it.

"Well, you have me. Talk. If you start off with any Smalltalk Bullshit, I'll throw you off the roof"

Ashe took in the look Widowmaker had on her face, and breathed in deeply. "McRee" She began. "What's happening to him?"

"No idea" Widowmaker replied easily. "May you leave me alone?"

Ashe swallowed. "I'm willing to give a lot for some guarantee of his safety"

"What can you give that I want, Ashe?" Widowmaker asked. She sat up and turned to Ashe. "What do you think I want? Better yet, what do you want of McRee?"

Ashe's brows furrowed.

"I don't see how-

"A boyfriend?" She listened closely. "Once. His skills?" Her heart rate raised slightly. "Getting warmer… His followers" Ashe's lips pressed together and Widowmaker smirked.

"Ahhh. How very utilitarian"

"Forget it" Ashe replied sulkily. She stood "You can't be worked with"

"Un moment!" Widowmaker called. Ashe stopped dead. "Tell me. If I were to free him for you, what would you do?"

Ashe turned and frowned.

"What?"

"You want to use McRees influence to usurp Evelyn. That much would be clear. But if you had, what would you do following?"

"What would I do if I was head of Blackwatch?" Ashe frowned. "why?"

"Because I'm disappointed" Widowmaker spat back. "Evelyn has been very disappointing for me. She told me she would do great things, and so far she had done nothing. Another leader. A fresh breath of air. You would be interested in that, would you?"

Ashe stared, and then began to smirk. "I don't believe you"

"Must you, to make a trade? Information on McRees state in return for indulging a lonely widow?"

Ashe relaxed slightly. Trades and objects of worth. She understood this.

"We have a deal, darling" She moved back to Widowmaker, and sat closer than last time. "My vision for Blackwatch is… simple. We have been following ideology for too long. What we need, is to be rational and follow what would maximise what is best for Blackwatch, and it's members"

"Oh, do continue"

"Currently, here's how it is. We go and do the things the people 'officially' cannot do. Burning down narco villages, black flag operations, expelling populations. We provide a service to fill a need"

"If we didn't exist, others would be employed to do it. The difference is, we do it better. But for some reason, we do it for free"

"You want to privatise Blackwatch?" Widowmaker smirked.

"Oh, no. Our position currently is perfect to avoid scrutiny. How many dollars do you think is made from our Off the Books actions a year. A Billion? Two? Only a quarter of our budget is subsidised by the UN. The rest comes from our… side-businesses."

"Ah. And the side-business give us more work in our real careers"

"You hit it between the eyes" Ashe grinned. "Relativist Darwinism? An ideology held by muscle headed idiots. But I think I would have their support. According to their stupid beliefs, they would have the right to their own money. Evelyn? Far too naive for her own good. Blackwatch is gloriously, incurably corrupt. I say it's better that way. We provide our services, get paid. Get everyone here rich, and live happy and long lives" Ashe sighed, and caught Widowmaker's eye.

"I think that is the only rational thing to do" Ashe finished. She moved slightly closer. "And now, you tell me about McRee"

Widowmaker nodded. "He's alive. He's well. He's being held in a high priority cell for certain prisoners"

"I didn't know that"

"It was only rational" Widowmaker retorted. She snorted at Ashe's hurt look. "Oh, do not look down. I agree with you. Evelyn is a fool. She's dragging everyone down with her own myopia. We would be stronger with a leader like you" Widowmaker pulled up her legs and rested her head on her knees.

"Interested?"

Ashe's eyes grew wide. "I am… very." She paused. "Would you be interested in a high up position? In return for a favour?"

"Go on"

Ashe edged further forward. "Spring McRee. Bring him to me. Don't let him get hurt"

Widowmaker grinned widely. Standing suddenly, she extending her hand.

"Come. Let's shake on it"

Ashe paled and rose to her feet. "What?"

"Shake. Come now. We're business partners, are we not?"

Ashe took a step back. Tentatively her hand flexed.

"I don't-"

Widowmaker sprang forward and grabbed her hand in a firm grip. Theatrically and grandly, she brought it between her and Ashe, and shook gently. Ashe was limp, and looked at her hand as though it was in the grip of a sharks jaws. Widowmaker loosened her grip slightly, to give the indication she was about to let go.

I'm going to have to see Genji after this. Take some sketches on the way.

And then she gripped, hard. Slowly getting harder. Ashe's eyes widened in pain and she gasped. With a vice grip that could bend steel, Widowmaker forced her down to her knees. Widowmakers raised her lip in contempt.

"That's a good spot for you" She spat. "Evelyn would never bow like you would. The minute I grabbed her hand, she would have broken my hand."

"Please… be rational"

"I could twist your arm clean off…"

"You're monstrous"..."

"Will your profits save your arm, Ashe?" Widowmaker snarled. "Will money undo what has been done to me?" The voice in her head was silent in consent. "What good has being "rational" done for me? Profits won't give me revenge, money will never be able to undo what happened here to me and my friends, and you will never replace Evelyn with your "rationality" or your greed" She released her grip, and Ashe cried out as she nursed her bruised and crushed hand.

"You're lucky I didn't kill you" Widowmaker muttered as Ashe picked herself up. "Now. May I be left alone?"

"You… you. You didn't fulfil your end of the deal!" Ashe hissed. Widowmaker stared, partly impressed, partly in disbelief.

"Wow. You care more then you let on"

Ashe grimaced.

"You want to hear about McRee?" Widowmaker continued.

"Yes"

"What I will do to him…" Widowmaker mused as Ashe blanched.

Widowmaker grinned. "What I'm going to do" He will be used as a skin bag for another. Scum like you, but he believes in Evelyn. He will be skinned alive, piece by piece and he shall be kept alive. He will be… he will be.

I'm not going to tell you" Widowmaker said finally. "The horror I think, is in not knowing"