Author's notes: Sorry guys, I speak Spanish, not French, so Widow won't be all frenchie and whatever.
I'm trying to do more uploads, so that's why they're so short.
D. Va flipped a switch on the interior of her mech, and a red light beside it started flashing, rather than remain solidly colored. The Korean girl sighed in irritation. Comm systems were still down, and she needed to hear something, someone, anyone, anything. The complete and utter silence of the dead zone was only broken by the relatively quiet sounds of her mech creeping along the landscape. As she walked, D. Va performed yet another routine check; targeting systems, weapon status, ammunition, anything that would take her focus off of her mission.
Despite being well-known for treating her missions as video games, for going in without a second thought and coming out relatively unscathed, this Hanamura mission rattled her. Probably because there was nothing she could do to fix it. If there was a skyscraper-sized Omnic in front of her, at least she would know what her objective was, and how she should go about it. But she had never been put on a recon, not a stealth mission before. The unfamiliarity of the territories-both the physical and the objective-were making her nervous. Her hands loosened and then retightened on the comfort-curved, joystick-like movement controls in front of her.
The well-oiled, methodical, rhythmic steps of D. Va's mech led her to what could have been a larger building at one point in time, but appeared to have been stepped on by something four, five, six plus times its size. There was no footprint, obviously, but nothing could have fallen on it to crush it, as there was nothing laying around that she could see. Against the largest remaining wall was mounted a skull and crossbones, as well as yet another spray. Song's eyebrows furrowed, and she pushed her mech to move closer to the wall. Examining the tag for a little longer, D. Va smirked and pressed a button off to the side, away from the combat panel in front of her. A retractable can of aerosol extended out from the lower portion of the base of her mech, and with pre-programmed efficiency, sprayed one of her professional gaming posters over the top of the gang sign. She pulled back on the sticks, admiring her and her mech's handiwork. The small act of defiance made her feel a little better inside; a little more like the D. Va that everyone knew, the D. Va that everyone was counting on.
POV shift
Far off, a little less than a kilometer away, there was a mostly intact building that could have, at one point in time, been a large office edifice. Leaning against the wall, hiding from the illumination of the moon behind a support column on the topmost floor that possessed enough structural integrity to remain in one piece was a figure in a spandex bodysuit that fit more like a second skin than an article of clothing. Clutched in her hands was a uniquely engineered rifle, designed to serve as a fully automatic weapon when used normally, and to infuse energy into one bullet and serve as a sniper rifle when the pop-up scope is raised to the eye. Little of the individual's face was available, however, as a mask with seven, eyelike red lights arrayed across the front of it had fallen over their face instead. Still revealed to the world, however, was the slightest of smirks that touched against skin that, in the darkness, didn't appear to be any sort of normal color.
Piercing the silence of the night, unbeknownst to the Korean girl infiltrating on the sniper's turf, was a quiet whisper:
"Je te vois."
Raising one arm and pointing it at another building in front of them, the purple-clad individual launched a grappling hook out from their figure, which intelligently attached to a ledge that was sound enough to support their weight. Once lodged in place, the cable retracted, beckoning forth the being of the night to their new vantage point.