Chapter 6

A Promise of Purpose

If gazes could kill, McCree would, surprisingly, still be alive.

The flight hadn't taken long enough yet for the torture Widow planned for him to turn lethal.

She would gauge his eyes out, crush every bone in his body and… well, she didn't think that far ahead. Imagining the sound of breaking each one of his fingers, one by one, was way too satisfying.

Not that her eyes would've shown it. Amélie was actively trying to stare a hole into Jesse's forehead from the couch-corner of the rather spacious Overwatch aircraft. The cowboy was sitting on the opposite end of the cabin, nervously tucking on his cigar and looking anywhere but in Widow's direction.

This went on until Lena seemed to finally take offense. A hand slid around Widow's waist as she felt the Brit edge closer. Her voice was hushed, whispering into her ear.

"You remember what you promised me, Amélie?"

A light shiver ran over the French girl as the memory forcibly resurfaced. They were back on the roof where Lena had resorted to the most unfair of tactics to get her from murdering McCree right then and there.

She had tickled her.

In front of THAT guy.

And she had liked it.

Only thinking about it made her killing intent rise to boiling levels. She almost abandoned her torture plans because she deemed strangling the cowboy could be possible before they could stop her. Widow's Kiss wasn't an option. Lena had taken that. 'For safe-keeping'.

"Oui."

Amélie closed her eyes. She could remember Lena's words vividly. The image of her cheerful smile, those deep hazelnut eyes, the way she could make her laugh... everything was burned into her memory together with a strange feeling of purpose.

'You belong to me Amélie. You'll go with me. Where we will go, you won't kill anyone anymore. If you do, I never want to see you again. Promise me.'

She had promised. Again, there was no choice.

It had felt good though, to give that promise. To go with Lena. Especially as she was rewarded with Lena's pilot jacket, since Amélie's body suit had been ripped open at the top. Amélie loved the smell and feel of it against her skin. It was one of the few things keeping her sane right now.

"Then start to behave, luv. I'd much rather have you stare at me, anyway."

She could see the cheeky smile in the corner of her eyes and averted her gaze from both of them. Amélie kept her arms crossed, thereby cuddling into the pilots jacket and desperately tried to suppress the color of her cheeks turning bright. Of course she failed at that, too.

"Not in front of them…"

"Alrighty then, better than nothing I guess."

She felt Lena shrug, yet still gently holding onto her by the waist.

That was a relief. Amélie liked it that way.

The rest of their little ensemble didn't fare much better.

"What's with this atmosphere? Feels like a funeral or somethin'!"

Lena was doing her best to try and improve the situation inside the cabin, laughing cheerily.

"Might still be one."

That was Hana's way of reminding them what was beyond the next door.

The Korean girl had been unusually quiet since they met her again. Amélie only remembered this 2nd place energy-ball of Overwatch from the battlefield. She was always taunting with nerdy one-liners from inside that pink robot of hers, behaving like combat was a game.

This DVa however just stared down at some sort of tablet. She typed in a string of words only to bite her lower lip and delete it all again. This cycle continued for countless times. She was the most useless, insecure thing and what a pitiful sight it was to behold.

"What are you even typin' there, luv?"

Hana barely looked up before her gaze shied away again.

"Just… a statement to my fans."

Silence filled the cabin for a while, safe for engine sounds and a faint discussion between a man and a woman next door.

That door opened suddenly. Hana immediately looked up from her tablet with visible worry towards Reinhardt. There was a restrained smile on that large mans face.

"How is she?"

"Ze doctor says she'll stay alive for the flight and a few more hours after. I have never seen greater tenacity in a woman, haha!"

Both of them relaxed considerably with that announcement. The large man took some heavy steps before sitting across a table from Widow and Tracer.

Reinhardt looked a lot friendlier than Amélie remembered him, being outside his hulking metal armor and all.

"Sorry for the mess by the way! I haven't cleaned up in a while."

There he was right. Somehow all the parachutes had come lose and were lying around the cabin together with a battalion of basketballs and weights for lifting. Amélie could still make out several super hero comics, pictures of DVa and a curious book called 'Starcraft for Dummies' that had been hastily thrown off the table.

"No problem big guy! I'm just glad we don't have to fly commercial. The flight food there is utter rubbish!"

"And we'll actually be home in time for siesta. The earlier we return the higher the chance that we'll survive Angie."

Everyone in the cabin groaned. Well except for Amélie. She couldn't quite put a finger on who this 'Angie' character was supposed to be, but it apparently wasn't a pleasant one. Hana finally broke the dreadful silence.

"Lena, I still have to thank you for saving me! I would've been shot if you hadn't distracted Widowmaker."

Amélie raised an eyebrow. That was right, they didn't know about her failure. Good. She preferred only Lena knowing that the deadly Widowmaker had been losing her touch. She propped herself up a bit to play the part.

"I would've hit my mark if it hadn't been fo-"

"Amélie missed by herself!"

There was a slight shock in the room. The other agents were regarding her incredulously and Amélie was more than dumbfounded. Heat was rising in her cheeks from embarrassment. She looked to her captor with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth, as if she would plead for Lena to take it all back any second now.

Lena you wouldn't. You didn't just…

"…on purpose!"

On purpose?!

"On purpose?"

Reinhardt had been the one asking the question out loud. Amélie was struggling to understand. The only thing she knew was that this insolent brat had purposefully delayed those words just to tease her. She'd make her pay for that next time in bed…

"Yeah! She didn't want to kill Hana because she's so cute! So she missed her shot on purpose. Then I came in and convinced her of joining the good guys! We have all the cute girls after all!"

Seriously…?

That was the most ridiculous explanation she ever heard! The Korean girl had been an annoyance to the highest degree, she would've never spared her! And to make Amélie out like she was a pervert! Lena couldn't expect anyone to ever believe this.

Amélie looked around. Hana was blushing hard and Reinhardt was practically bursting with excitement, patting her on the head with a giant, yet gentle hand.

"HAHA! Zat is vonderful to hear! It seems we finally have you back, Amélie!"

McCree gave a surprised yet respectful nod with a tuck of his hat.

"S' good to have you back on the team Mrs Lacroix. Sorry for staring back then by the way…"

Before she could find any venomous words for that insufferable buffoon or snap at Reinhardt that she wasn't some sort of puppy for him to pet, something jumped into her from the side with force.

"You really think I'm cute?! D'aww, thanks Ami! I never told you, but I think you look totally hawt!"

Amélie could feel a second, soft body pressing against her. Hana was squeaking and cuddling up to her, while Lena was doing the same from the opposite side. Breathing was getting more difficult, sensitive as she was. One girl had already been too much…

Ami?! Wha…

Amélie couldn't even anymore. This was hell. Or heaven.

Lena whispered knowingly into her ear, smirking devilishly.

"Wave and smile, luv. Wave and smile."

Corporal Viktor Trgiňa and tech operative Josephine Sanata had a long corridor ahead of them.

"Are you nervous?"

Josephine hadn't talked much, or rather at all since the South Korean incident. He could've expected the silence. It had been no secret that she had looked up to the commander like crazy. He himself had. Graf had been a good woman. A bit headstrong at times maybe, but that was a good quality for a leader. Well, it hadn't been this time.

They stopped at a heavily ornamented door made of oak wood. Viktor pushed it open and entered first, befitting his rank.

A dark room stretched out in front of them. He had never been in here, that honor always befell the commander. The executives of Talon sat elevated and overshadowed, just in case any visitor was yet unsure for what this corporation stood. There was only a small patch of light in the middle of the room. A large screen was playing what seemed to be a muted video game stream.

"Please step into the light corporal Trgiňa, special agent Sanata."

They did as they were bidden. Both agents quickly realized that the stream showed what happened on that fateful summer night only two days ago. A man with what Viktor made out to be a remote stopped the picture right as six agents would have been falling to the ground.

"7 recruits, 4 special agents, corporal Eckert, commander Graf, her second-in-command Tokigawa and code name Widowmaker. This was the highest profile loss of manpower in the history of our organization."

A shiver ran through both of them. They hadn't known that Widowmaker was compromised, but it only made sense since she missed her shot. Reaper also wasn't among the casualties, although they hadn't seen him since.

"How could this happen? Who gave the order?"

"Reaper"

Viktor was surprised. The blonde American to his side had almost instantly answered. Either the executives were surprised too, or nobody dared speak out against the man who gave the order, even in his absence.

"Very well. Why did Graf let herself get ambushed?"

"She didn't-..!"

Sanata almost lost her cool. Viktor quickly put a hand on one of her shoulders to remind her of the trouble she was getting herself into. As she seemed to understand, he answered instead in his Slovakian accent.

"The recon team made a thorough checkup of the stadium right before the target was supposed to go down. We got clearance from them. They checked for military automatons and large, automatic weaponry, because irrelevant security would most certainly be wielding small arms. Since agent McCree wields a revolver, he fell through the cracks."

Multiple shadowy figures started arguing over their heads.

"This can't ever happen again!"

"The recon team has to be more thorough."

"That would cost time we don't have on missions."

"One would think a hidden agent or two could have saved the whole operation."

"Beginners mistake."

"I'd say we put this 'McCree' on high priority for the next hit, then."

"Agreed."

It felt like listening to higher beings while both of them stood small in their spotlight. Sanata still trembled with anger. He muttered to her as quiet as he could.

"It's over soon, pull yourself together Josephine."

The stream suddenly continued. Bodies finally fell to the ground. They knew what would happen next. Out of thin air, a large metal suit crashed into their commander. From this angle, they could practically see the bones crush until the armor suit left the borders of the stream.

It was a mercy for Josephine not to see her commander getting rammed into a wall.

"We trust you haven't seen this part yet, agents."

To their surprise, the picture again froze as Reinhardt reentered the screen, straddling a broken but living woman.

The focus returned to the two mortals in their spotlight. Multiple figures spoke again, as each of them was likely responsible for different parts of Talon.

"We have reason to believe that Overwatch secured not only code name Widowmaker, but also commander Graf."

"They have the ability to restructure humans from the brink of death into cyborgs. There is precedence for this in a cyborg called Shimada Genji, which they used against his own clan."

"We absolutely can't have our agents being turned against us."

"Corporal, you are hereby promoted to the position of squad commander. Agent Sanata will serve as your second-in-command. Manpower will be assigned to your new unit shortly."

"Your mission is to locate and extract code name Widowmaker and commander Graf. Capturing Widowmaker alive is the highest priority. If extraction isn't possible, eliminate the targets at all costs."

Viktor was thrilled. He would be commander of his own unit!

"Yes sir! Extract or…"

Josephine flinched beside him. She had stared at the broken body in Reinhardts hands in dreadful awe up until now. That gave him pause.

"…eliminate at all costs. Understood."

After big chapter 5, there was bound to be some calming down.
Hope you still like it though! The plot has to go on!
Anyone think a threesome would be a good idea? I promise it wouldn't kill Amélie... just make her lose more sanity ~