Be warned dearest reader, this chapter is earning the mature tag... and not in the smut kinda way.

Chapter 11

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Lena's ears were ringing.

The senses of her body were failing her. Breathing was hard all of the sudden, as if she was drowning. She couldn't focus her eyes on anything but the lifeless body before her, and even there they darted around like crazy. A feeling of nausea crept up her stomach.

Hearing came back to her. The sounds of mass hysteria pierced through the veil that had clouded her mind. Thinking was hard. The collar, it had to be the collar. She would've protected Amélie from anything else. It was the only way. Maybe someone had a heart attack in the-

"…pacified. Engaging target."

There was a female voice among the chaos. Lena made out three figures clad in black Talon combat uniforms that had entered the store through the back, two of them with assault rifles and one woman with a cap, black ponytail and a silenced pistol. They approached with drawn weapons.

"Hands in the air!"

It took her a moment to recognize the order being balked at her. This was impossible. She was supposed to protect Amélie from all harm. This wasn't supposed to happen…

No no no no no no no no…

'Look what you have done Chérie. You cannot protect anyone. Not Mondatta, not me, not even your own sanity.'

The voice inside her head was back. Something cracked deep inside, tears forming in her eyes as Lena began to laugh. She laughed cheerfully and she laughed so hard, it was outright disturbing to the soldiers and the few civilians remaining in the shop, huddling against corners. Lena faintly heard a man talking behind the voice of Widowmaker.

"She lost it captain. Another tranquilizer round?"

The female Talon agent pulled the trigger on her silenced pistol. Just as the projectile would've found its mark, the girl was gone in a fading trail colored like a blue morning sky. Before they could properly react to the now painfully obvious threat, one of their number already went down.

Tranquilizer! You're not dead, so would you shut up again, luv? I'm in the middle of saving your sorry arse!

Tracer abused her acceleration, rammed her knee between one agents legs to crush whatever was in between. He went down nice and easy, gasping for air. With a quick glance she grabbed the knife holstered on his belt, flicked it in her hand and rammed it down between the armor of his chest and helm.

Unless it's for a squeal, I love hearing you squeal darling~

The blade cut through cloth, flesh and windpipe, only to stop halfway through his spine. Blood gushed from the newfound opening, dyeing her hands and the sleeves of her polo shirt.

Lena laughed all the while happily along as a life extinguished below her. She forgot about herself so much, she didn't even hear the hail of leaden bullets being shot her way. The shock of them entering her waist and stomach from the side was traumatizing. Blood pooled in her mouth, eyes wide, still laughing.

'Focus, Chérie. You're having too much fun.'

This is nothing!

Tracer vanished again. The female agent gasped and tried to give orders while shakily reloading her pistol with a proper magazine, running for cover.

"She'll reappear there! Aim for the device on her chest!"

The remaining soldier was good. He executed the order almost perfectly, but only managed to pierce hole's through a rack of shirts before the bullets got stuck in the ground.

Only Widowmaker could rival her speed. It was nothing to her indeed as adrenaline was pumping through her veins like crazy.

The artist in Lena reenacted the moves she had used against Widowmaker back months ago in the Overwatch museum. One blink and one precise kick sent his rifle flying. She grabbed a hold of the weapon with another blink into the air and unloaded on her prey. Unlike the grappling femme fatale back then, for him it was too late. 5.56mm of armor piercing rounds riddled the soldiers body like Swiss cheese.

As Lena brought back ground below her feet, she slowly moved up to him, reveling in the thrill of victory. She knelt down, then gently took the helmet off of him. The black haired man looking of Asian descent gazed up to her in horror, struggling to breathe with a pierced lung, as she was still giggling away with the happiest of smiles. Lena shot him a cheeky wink, stood back up and aimed the barrel of his own gun against his exposed head.

Then she emptied the rest of the magazine.

See? Everything under control.

Some civilian woman screamed hysterically in one corner as she witnessed the cruelty of this unhinged maniac. Lena didn't care so much. Slowly, her madly grinning head turned towards the last survivor.

Ruby Yang, the captain of the small recon team was trembling where she stood with eyes wide open. This was supposed to be an easy mission, neither of their targets were armed! Even then she called for backup, because she feared real engagements. That's why Ruby had signed up to recon in the first place, to be nice and far away from the real fight. She would've even ignored the girl, as she was not the objective.

Now both of her subordinates were dead! There was no anger or fury, only blind fear. She pulled the trigger on her pistol and kept doing so, even when Tracer had long since blinked out of the line of fire.

Dreadful clicks indicated that the magazine was empty. The captain fearfully turned around to find Lena beside her, behind the desk she had used as cover, smiling contently. Lena slowly took the gun from Ruby's trembling hands, then casually threw it away.

"P-Please, we were j-just a reconnaissance team. I-I never wanted to kill anybody!"

The panicking woman slowly edged away, clumsily falling over a stack of clothes that had landed on the ground behind her at some point during the fight. Lena approached calmly in her new, bloody appearance painted over her casual outfit.

"D-Don't come closer, you freak!"

There was despair in her prey's voice. It made Lena's smile only wider, darker, crazier.

Ruby was ultimately driven by her fear to turn around, desperately crawling away on all fours. This was quickly stopped as Lena squarely stomped down on her back, pinning the soon to be former captain to the ground. She knelt down with her other leg, reached for the hair of her prey and forcefully yanked it back.

"Please! Aaah! Please, mercy!"

She had pulled the captains head far enough back so they both could see into each others eyes. Lena was giving her an empathetic smile.

"Sorrey luv. You tried to crash the wrong party."

Ruby's head was rammed against the cold, hard stone flooring. The impact made her dizzy. She could taste her own blood, as she had accidentally bitten hard on her tongue. Then she was pulled back up.

"P-Ple-ease… I givup…"

"Oh, it is far too late for that. You bitch shot my girlfriend."

And so Lena rammed her against the floor again. And again. And again.

Her teeth began to break first. The nose was quick to follow. The sound of her skull cracking, giving in with each bash sickeningly filled the otherwise perfectly quiet room. After around the sixth time, Ruby's face was barely recognizable. Around the twelfth, her body had stopped to spasm below.

Lena gave it another three, just to make sure.

"They did what?!"

Squad commander Viktor Trgiňa was baffled at what his new, Russian radio operative had just told him.

"The recon team engaged the target, commander. General confirmed the order. Was too good of opportunity not to take, only Widowmaker and code name 'Time Lord'. It was colossal failure, however."

There was it again. These stupid code names. He had already wondered why this one wasn't as bad as the others, until Sanata cracked some old protocols. She found out that Reapers original edgy name for Tracer had been 'Buzz Fly' before Widowmaker had requested a name change to 'Time Lord'. Nonsense, all of it.

He wondered what the fuck recon had been thinking though. Even he knew that Overwatch wouldn't just let Widowmaker go shopping without some ridiculous precautions.

"How big of a failure are we talking, Sergei? Casualties?"

"Two assault operatives and chief officer Yang."

"All of them?!"

Viktor could barely believe his ears. That was the first time in the history of Talon that a whole unit had been wiped out. Even their platoon had survivors, albeit being a sad comparison.

"Overwatch has gotten more bloodthirsty it seems. And they know we're coming now."

He was addressing the whole squad. Talon didn't fuck around this time, they'd given him six seasoned veterans for this mission. Other than Sergei and Josephine, his tech operative and second in command, there was a demo man, heavy weapons, a medic and two assaults. They were in an aircraft, en route to their destination.

"But we're the best the organization has to offer. If anyone can succeed at this infiltration mission, it's us. And since command wants us to succeed, they've dedicated an entire platoon to keep Overwatch preoccupied at the front door. Not only that, we have 4 special agents assigned to this mission."

That had even surprised Viktor himself. He had never worked with any special agents aside from Widowmaker and Reaper.

"We're going to avenge Yang's team. Keep a lookout for 'Time Lord' as secondary objective. Just don't forget that the main target is Widowmaker, alive more than dead."

There was nodding and grumbling in agreement. Then silence. The size of this operation made the whole squad uneasy, even the crazy, Irish demo man. Some time ran by before someone demanded his attention.

"Commander, you must see this."

"What is it Josephine?"

He had continued to call his squaddies by first name. Graf had always insisted on formalities, while it just came naturally to him.

Viktor moved over to his second in command, who looked like she'd seen a ghost. He began to watch the screen of the device she was holding.

"What is this, some form of medical document?"

"Patient data. Our informant just… sent us these. There's another one for Widowmaker here too, but…"

Josephine trembled slightly, easily noticeable as the screen was shaking, too.

/ Patient: Graf, Sandra

/ Age: 38

/ Affliction: Respiratory distress, severe internal bleeding, chest trauma, fractured neck, fractured spine, fractured rib, fractured….

He skipped past the long list of symptoms

/ Manner of treatment: Refused.

/ Status: Deceased.

/ Time of death: …

"They killed her, Viktor. They…"

He laid his arm around her shoulder to calm her down. The American girl almost cried then and there. He wasn't feeling much better though. It would be harder to focus on the mission now.

"We'll make them pay."

"Commander, hate to interrupt but informant is on other channel. Shall I patch her through?"

He raised an eyebrow. Already?

"Go ahead Sergei."

She cleaned her lips with a fresh, white cloth from a pocket of her cloak. The last thing she needed right now was getting even more horny.

That make-out session with Hana had been taxing on her willpower, but there was no fun in playing with unconscious opponents. So Sombra restrained herself, carefully tucking the little Korean into her own bed.

Their game would continue in time. If the chemical Talon had given her as payment for this job did what it said on the tin, Hana wouldn't be able to forget about her and what they'd done.

There was a satisfied smile stuck on Sombra's face. She had fantasized about this for too many times. Hana was her idol. Her Starcraft matches, her combat reports, Sombra had studied them all. She knew everything there was to know about Hana. It had been exhilarating to challenge the best and even more so to come out on top and claim that kiss.

Nobody else would be enough. She knew that after watching what DVa had done in South Korea, killing a dozen only to continue a match. Nobody else would understand that life was a game as much as they did.

Sombra treated it as such and loved to gamble.

She had gambled on Talon. The effectiveness of this chemical. That Hana would have too much pride to call for backup. And now she reaped the reward, claiming Hana's gaming chair as her throne.

It was quite comfy, she had to admit. Maybe she'd even get used to these 'Dorito' chips, but they left remnants of cheese dust everywhere, so she gave up on them for now. This 'Mountain Dew' was way too sweet, but somewhat tasty. Hana had been drinking with her lips out of that bottle. Sombra blushed a little at the thought.

She began with the boring stuff now, leafing through medical data on her surface device, trying to find information that might be useful to her employer. That was the easy part of the job. The hard part had been infiltrating the system. The local AI, ATHENA, had been everything but compliant in her attempts to gain access.

There was this strange thing with AI's though. You just need to concoct a fitting bait-subroutine that they could chase after, almost like a dog chasing a squirrel and boom, there was her opening.

"Patch me through to your commander."

Her voice was altered by a distortion module in her tech kit. Standard stuff, really. She liked to make herself sound dark and evil, like this Vader character in those old interstellar Disney flicks.

"I'm in position. Sending Josey the base layout now. You'll see your destination and descriptors for points of interest. Remember commander, my location is to stay unharmed or our deal is off."

Sombra kept tabs on all the big players, which is how she found out about this operation and why she was here in the first place. Talon throwing all their resources at a simple retrieval mission, it was crazy! There was no way she could risk her idol getting hurt in this stupid mission for some blue bitch.

So she offered her help, to make it as smooth as possible. Talon had been very happy to accept.

"What? I'm here to keep the AI off your case, not to babysit your sorry asses, hombre. The back entrance is marked on the map. Security codes are on their way."

That was a bit of a lie there. She wouldn't do anything with the AI really. As with so much, Sombra gambled that ATHENA kept herself busy. That always depended on how quickly it could win the game of whack-a-subroutine.

"Try not to die. Oh and tell Josey that she looks absolutely gorgeous today~"

Her plans consisted of something much more entertaining. The Mexican girl killed the com link, stood up and removed her heavy stealth cloak, rolling her shoulders with a satisfied sigh. Her shoes and trousers soon followed, then her top until only a dark green shirt and white panties remained.

Even if she couldn't play with Hana right now, she would indulge her own fantasies.

Slowly, the Mexican girl slid under the blanket she had tucked Hana under, edging close to her idol so she could watch her sleep and smell her scent. A shy smile developed on her lips. Sombra couldn't resist putting one arm around the Korean girl and imagined them being together like this.

It was nice to think about. The Mexican girl bit her lower lip, had trouble controlling the excitement welling up inside. Her other hand slid below her own panties as she let her fantasies run wild.

This was easily the best job she had ever taken.

I had to suppress the urge of just using the name of the story as chapter title.
This was hard to write.
A dime for your thoughts, dearest reader.