B/N Hey guys, sorry for the wait on this chapter, I had a lot of stuff going on this week.

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Chapter 8

The return to Talon Headquarters was rather displeasing. She and Reaper were quickly ushered into a darkened meeting room upon arrival. In front of them sat the Commander and on either side of him were two stony faced gentleman from Talon Intelligence. There was only a slight ticking of the clock as they stood firmly together.

"I'm sure you both understand quite well how Talon treats failure." The Commander's smooth voice seemed to surround them from every side. Widowmaker felt her back straighten at the sound.

"But we understand that this time you did all you could." He gestured at his Intelligence Officers to speak.

"Unfortunately at fourteen hundred hours we received urgent intelligence that as of yesterday evening Codename Winston and Tracer had arrived in Numbani. We had sent Intelligence agents in to investigate but by the time we were trying to get this information to you, you had already been intercepted at the Museum." The stocky man on the Commander's left rustled through his notes.

"It appears that after the incident involving you at Gibraltar Reaper that Overwatch has fully recalled all of its members and they are back in operation around the world."

Widowmaker heard Reaper shuffle uncomfortably and took her chance to speak.

"If Overwatch is back in operation then I suggest a reconnaissance mission should take place in Russia. Since conflict is continuing in the area then it can be assured that Overwatch will be making plans to step in, if they haven't already."

The Commander was still for a moment before he nodded slowly as he drummed his fingers on the marbled table.

"Stevens, make plans to get that in order as soon as possible. I trust your judgement Widowmaker. Don't make me regret doing so. As for you Reaper, you can return to Dorado and watch for any Overwatch activity that may start." The man to the Commander's right had grabbed at the pen in front of him and was making notes in a small diary.

"Until such a time that things are ready you will find me in the training facility."

With that Widowmaker turned and left the meeting room, leaving Reaper standing in the shadows of the room.

The training facility was no stranger to Widowmaker. Just this year alone she had spent more than two hundred hours alone practicing her precision and today was no different. Talon's training facility was state of the art. Accessing the area via swipe card at the doorway Widowmaker walked briskly into a small sized room. The room contained weapons lockers and benches that were used for briefing for group activities. To her right a female agent behind a desk sat behind a holographic computer screen and built in keyboard.

"Would you like your usual Widowmaker?" The middle aged woman knew her well. She would often bend the rules slightly for her so she could train at any time of the day.

"Merci, Agent Edwards." Widowmaker smiled and gave a small nod.

Edwards' fingers moved briefly across her console. A deep vibration and a rumble could be heard as the training facility changed structures. It was the pride and joy of Talon's engineering division. The training facility was designed and built to be diverse. It could change environment, platforms and structures in a moment's notice to train their operatives to suit different condtions. The Commander had hailed it a massive success. A shrill beep was heard to alert them both that the facility was ready. Edwards opened the large metal blast proof doors and Widowmaker made her way inside. The facility itself was massive, covering at minimum an entire football field of space and at least five storey's high. Widowmaker was facing the back of one of the buildings a quickly grappling hooked her way up to the top of the roof. It was dark and that was the way she liked it, it gave her more use of her heat seeking visor. The room wasn't completely pitch black with Widowmaker still being able to see ledges and balconies from the structures in front of her. She remained perched on the eave of the tiled rooftop as she readied her rifle on her shoulder. Gazing through the sleek long-ranged scope she could see her targets. The training bots were automated to move on their own accord as tracked by the training set up simulation. Humanlike in figure and made to fit many different sizes these bots were the perfect tool for practice. The bots had a built in heating element which made for effective use of Widowmaker's visor and they self-repaired making any need for clean-up non-existent. She steadied herself and inhaled deeply as she lined her first target up in her sights. In a quick pull of the trigger, a roaring clap resounded through the room and the bot fell with a thud to the ground.

"Good but you can do better." Her mind was just repeating what she already knew.

With a smooth flick of her wrist Widowmaker had cast herself into the air with her grappling hook. Her rifle still locked to her shoulder and her eye focused down the sights she took her next shot mid-air. Two bots roughly fifty meters apart dropped suddenly to the floor as Widowmaker came to a graceful landing on a balcony opposite to the roof top she was just perched on.

"Magnifique." A small smirk forming in the corners of her mouth.

A few moments passed before the slight whirring noise of the bots could be heard as the bots powered back up. She let her breath escape her lips as she took pause for a minute and she could feel the events of the last twelve hours niggling at the back of her mind.

She kneeled down on the grey solid surface of the roof top and raised the rifle to her shoulder once more. A bot was moving steadily down the makeshift street while another bot was walking in the opposite direction.

"Gérard." Her mind spoke the name as she was taking aim. Without pause Widowmaker took the shot and the head of the bot snapped back abruptly before falling to the ground. She simply could not remember enough about the man she once loved. She could see short snippets of him in the part of her mind that had been awakened. Her brow furrowed in what she could only imagine disappointment felt like.

She quickly focused on the other bot moving away from her. The bot was not moving in a straight line and was zig zagging unpredictably, it was a good thing that Widowmaker liked a challenge.

"And what about Overwatch?"

She waited until the bot had just finished its last zig-zag before letting loose with the shot. Another resounding thud let her know that she had been successful. She ran down the length of the roof top and quickly fired the grappling hook into the concrete ledge. She wrapped some of the cable around her calf and let her herself descend down the building. She let herself hang for a few moments while she steadied herself. Whether or not Overwatch was out to do good after all she could not tell. She had always been told that Overwatch was just causing harm and that's why they were shut down in the first place. But there was something about the people she had been sent to kill that made her think twice.

She was hanging directly in front of a T intersection and was staring directly down a long pathway between two buildings. The rifle was a dead weight in her arms as she pulled the weapon to up to her shoulder. The cable swayed briefly and Widowmaker let it stabilise once more before she placed her eye over the scope. She saw only emptiness in the one and a half meter gap between the two buildings. A soft click snapped in her ear as she activated her visor. The red glow of a moving object quickly filled her vision as she lined up her scope and waited, almost daring the bot to travel down her line of sight. The bot edged closer at a rate that even Widowmaker thought was cruelly slow but she was not going to get impatient. Sometimes good things come to those who can wait.

She took a shallow breath as the bot entered her field of view in only a second the bot would be down the middle of her scope. She had her finger at the trigger and was just about to pull when her mind spat a name that made her lose her concentration.

"-Lena Oxton."

She fired but the damage had been done as the bullet drove itself into the sleek black wall at the end of the training facility.

A problem presented itself that had never been an issue before. She had choked.

Widowmaker let herself drop to the floor and threw down her rifle in disdain.

"Je m'on fous." She said it as if she was trying to reassure herself but she knew it wasn't the truth. From their first encounter over a month ago she never could have seen herself being in the position now.

"Why do you care?"

Widowmaker bent over to pick up her rife and dusted off the chipped paint that had come loose from its impact on the floor. She had nothing to answer that with but more questions. Could it be that it was because Lena had caused some of her memories to come back? Was it because she had been the cause of Lena's condition and she was feeling guilty? Perhaps it had been because Lena had forcibly kissed her during her break from conditioning? Why did Lena kiss her? It all hurt her head to think about.

Widowmaker fired her grappling hook back at the building behind her and stood on the edge as she overlooked the training facility. There were too many questions and it was time for her to get some answers. It was time to take control.