Behind the Mirror
Talon dropship- Shortly after Sombra joined Talon
Sombra was still relatively new at Talon and had not yet made a name for herself within the organisation. For the most part, her tasks had been hacking into government agencies, high value businesses and extracting information, be it plans for buildings or incriminating information that allowed Talon to blackmail its targets.
It was only a few weeks ago that Sombra became a more active agent. Reaper had heard of her skills before joining Talon and knew that Sombra was capable of more. So, on his recommendation, the Talon leadership moved Sombra to active duty, accompanying other agents, usually Reaper or Widowmaker, on various missions.
At first, Talon questioned if Sombra was up to the task. However, after three missions, she had proved herself to be a valuable agent, her abilities as an infiltrator showing her worth to the Talon leadership. Now, after her third successful mission, Sombra was on a dropship, along with Reaper and Widowmaker, heading back to the nearest Talon base.
"Good work Sombra. Seems my gamble on you is paying off."
"Thanks for letting me prove myself. It's far more exiting being part of Team Talon instead of stuck behind a computer all day."
Reaper grumbled, turning towards a computer screen that sat at the front of the dropship. 'Team Talon.' The name that Sombra had given herself, him and Widowmaker. Why she gave the three of them that name was beyond him.
"Why do you insist on calling us that?"
"Come on. You like it really."
Reaper shook his head slightly, as he began looking through the terminal in front of him. Sombra meanwhile turned to the rear of the dropship, seeing Widow sat alone, with only her own thoughts to keep her company.
Sombra had tried a few times already to speak to the emotionless assassin, without much success. The most she'd managed to get from her was a few words, before she fell silent again. Widow was known to keep to herself most days and only really spoke to Reaper. Sombra intended to change that today.
She slowly walked over to Widow, sitting herself down next to her. Widow briefly looked over to Sombra, almost dreading the conversation that she would undoubtedly attempt to start, before looking away.
"Hey Widow..."
"No."
"What? You don't even know what I was going to say."
"You were about to ask me some pointless question you could likely find the answer to yourself. Why are you even talking to me? Just leave me alone."
Sombra sighed. Widow was often like this, most of the time just telling her to get lost and stop bothering her.
"Look, I know you don't really like talking to... well anyone but you must get lonely. Surely you must want a friend to talk to."
"Not really. I prefer it this way." Widow replied dryly.
"I don't think that's true. Everyone needs a friend, even you."
"Who'd want to be friends with me, an emotionless assassin?"
"I'm talking to you, aren't I? Just give me a chance."
Widow didn't reply, looking away slightly as she thought. She couldn't help but admit Sombra had a point. Sometimes, despite everything, Widow just wanted someone she could have a normal conversation with. Most of the Talon soldiers simply saw her as an object rather than a person. Reaper was the only person she could really call a friend. Even then, perhaps it was because he knew her before Talon. She couldn't remember, thanks to what Talon did to her but perhaps that was the reason she felt slightly more comfortable talking with him. Maybe it was time to allow someone else in.
Sombra meanwhile couldn't tell what Widow was thinking, her emotionless face not revealing anything. Eventually, after a short wait, Widow gave her answer.
"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"
Talon base- Austria- One hour later
The rest of the trip had been rather uneventful, with Reaper busy on the dropship terminal, while Sombra and Widow talked about various subjects. Once they landed, Reaper was almost immediately off the dropship, heading off to give his report on the mission. This left Widow and Sombra with some time to kill.
In the end, they both agreed to find something to eat and began heading towards the mess hall. Sombra was feeling quite pleased with herself. She'd managed to get Widow to have a relatively normal conversation and she hadn't told her to get lost yet. Widow also seemed to be a bit happier than usual, so Sombra thought she was doing well.
However, once they entered the mess hall, Widow soon found herself back in a bad mood, as a group of three Talon soldiers walked over to her.
"Hey good looking..." The leader of the group began, before being cut off by Widow.
"How many more times do I have to say no before you get the message?" Widow spat back, venom clear in her voice.
"I think you'll change your mind." The trooper returned, not at all phased by Widow's tone of voice. "You'll see."
The trooper turned and walked away, along with his two friends. Widow went to move forward, fists raised ready to attack but was stopped by Sombra, who placed an arm in front of her to stop her advance.
"Don't do something you'll regret."
"I wouldn't regret it." Widow replied, as she watched the solider collect his food and sit down at a table.
"How about I grab us some food and we go somewhere else?" Sombra suggested, seeing that the soldier was winding Widow up.
Widow stood for a few moments, continuing to stare at the soldier, not that he cared. Eventually, she looked away, nodding at Sombra in agreement. Sombra picked up two plates of food, before following Widow out of the mess hall. The two walked the short distance to Widow's quarters, both stepping inside and taking a seat in front of a small desk.
"So." Sombra began, taking a mouthful of her food as she spoke. "What's the deal with that soldier. You looked like you wanted to kill him."
"Not kill. Just fatally wound."
Sombra had to look up from her food to see if Widow was joking. From the look she gave her, Sombra guessed Widow wasn't.
"What's he done?"
"He keeps trying to get my attention, thinking I'll be interested in him. Every time I say no, he just seems to keep going, being edged on by the other soldiers. I've had this for a while now and I'm getting sick of it. All the soldiers seem to only see me as an object."
"Why not complain about it then?" Sombra asked.
"I already have. Nothing's happened. He isn't the first person to do this and he won't be the last. Talon don't care... not unless someone gets hurt. Then they'll care."
"You don't need to attack him you know." Widow looked toward Sombra with a raised eyebrow, as she opened up her computer. "Why attack someone when you can scare them to death instead?"
A large smile quickly creeped across Widow's face, as a picture of the troublesome soldier appeared on Sombra's computer. She quickly realised what Sombra was talking about and she very much liked this idea.
"Okay. What dirty little secret is he hiding?"
The next day- 12:15
Widow was sat in the mess hall, waiting for the solider who was bothering her to arrive. While she waited, she was playing with a small piece of paper, kindly given to her by Sombra, who was sitting two tables behind her. As fate would have it, Sombra had found some dirt on the trooper, as well as his friends and Widow knew exactly what she was going to do with it.
After a few more minutes, the soldier, along with his two friends, entered the mess hall. They quickly saw Widow and once they had collected their food, walked over to her.
"Hey there beaut..."
"Don't even bother." Widow said, cutting off the soldier before he could finish.
"Well, someone's in a bad mood." The trooper returned, before noticing the small piece of paper Widow was holding. "What's that you got there?"
Widow smirked at the trooper, as she held the paper up in front of her. "This? This is something I managed to find out about some of my colleagues. Would you like to know what it says?"
The way Widow spoke worried the three soldiers in front of her. They quickly guessed that whatever was on the paper related to them and that couldn't be good. Slowly, the one trooper reached out and grabbed the paper, unfolding it and reading through what was written. He didn't get more than a third of the way down before he stopped, looking up at Widow.
"How did you..?"
"I have powerful friends. You should have listened to me the first time. You all should have."
The other two troopers now looked at the document in front of them, realising what it was. A document, which had their names, along with a secret. A dark secret for each of them, that they all wanted to forget. If this got out, it was safe to assume they wouldn't be around for long. Talon troops may be cruel but they still had morals. On top of that, below each soldier's entry was a name. A target.
"Let me make one thing clear." Widow said, now having the full attention of the three troublesome soldiers. "I don't make empty threats. Most of the time I won't even make a threat, so count yourselves lucky. I know if that secret gets out, you're all finished at Talon. The other soldiers will tear you apart for what you did. However, I also found three names. Three people that are very important to you three. A son, a daughter and a sister. It would be a shame if I had to pay them a visit, wouldn't it?"
The three soldiers slowly nodded, realising they were beaten. "That won't be necessary, ma'am."
"Good. Now, get out of my sight."
The three soldiers listened, leaving the mess hall without delay. Widow couldn't help but feel a small amount of satisfaction from that encounter. She could still hand this note over to Reaper, who would likely jump at the opportunity to shoot them there and then. However, she decided against it, liking the power she now held over the three soldiers.
Once the soldiers were gone, Sombra moved tables, sitting down opposite Widow.
"So?"
"Looks like they won't be bothering me again."
Sombra smiled. "See? If you hold the information, you hold all the cards. You have to admit that was a little fun."
"It was defiantly... amusing to see them squirm. Usually they wouldn't shut up. Thank you."
"No problem. So, does this mean we're friends?"
Widow thought over Sombra's question for a moment. "I suppose it does."
Several months later- Two days before the Numbani Museum Operation
"Where is she?" Reaper grumbled, folding his arms and impatiently tapping his foot. "It doesn't take this long for them to do her checkup."
"Relax Gabe. I'm sure she's on her way. She's probably just been caught up by Moira or something." Sombra replied, busy typing away on her computer, as she and Reaper waited for Widow.
Reaper thought for a moment. Every year, Widow had at least two checkups to make sure that all the tech placed inside her was working correctly. Reaper even ended up dragged into it every once in a while, being asked if he had any recommendations regarding her. However, by now they should be finished and Widow should be here. Widow was only ever late when Talon delayed her and he also knew Moira wasn't at the base. So the fact Widow wasn't here meant something must have happened.
"Not likely, Moira isn't even at this base." Reaper said, as he stopped tapping his foot. "Why are you even here anyway? You're not part of this op."
"No but I did find some information that'll help you two out. So I thought I'd show it to you before you both left."
Sombra opened her computer and Reaper walked over, leaning in to see what she had found. However, before Sombra could begin going through her findings, a loud scream was heard through the base. Sombra and Reaper looked at each other, before Reaper walked to the door and opened it.
Outside the room was a small area, where off duty troopers often sat and relaxed. However, right now they were far from relaxed, many stood up and on their radios, trying to find the source of the scream.
"What the hell was that?" Reaper asked the closest trooper to him.
"Don't know sir. Radio chatter's a mess."
A second howl echoed through the area and the troopers became more on edge, a few reaching for their weapons.
"Someone find Reaper, now!" A soldier shouted through the radio.
The trooper quickly handed his radio to Reaper.
"Reaper here. What the hell is going on?"
"Widowmaker's gone mad sir. She's attacking a sergeant and we can't stop her."
A third scream was heard, which everyone now knew was the sergeant screaming out in pain. Reaper grumbled, as Sombra walked up next to him, clearly worried about what was happening.
"Where is she?"
"Outside the command centre."
"I'm on my way. Sombra, with me." Reaper threw the radio back to the trooper, before walking off, Sombra following close by.
When they reached the command centre, several troopers had surrounded the area, one trying to pull Widow off the sergeant, only for them to be kicked back by her. Widow's hands, as well as the side of her outfit, were red with blood, as she punched the soldier again and again.
Reaper pushed through the crowd, quickly walking to Widow and grabbing her right arm. Widow reacted by releasing her grip on the soldier and turning her body to Reaper, intending to fight whoever was trying to stop her. Reaper was expecting this reaction though and quickly caught her other arm.
Once she saw Reaper, Widow began to calm down. The troopers surrounding them stood in silence, amazed at how quickly Reaper had managed to defuse the situation. After standing for a few minutes, Reaper could see that most the anger had drained from Widow.
"Can I let go?"
Widow nodded and Reaper let go of her arms.
"What made you nearly kill this guy?" Reaper asked.
"You didn't hear what he ordered me to do." Widow returned, turning to the sergeant with anger present in her eyes again. The trooper tried to move away, yet he groaned out in agony and soon stopped trying.
"What did he tell you to do?"
Widow turned back to Reaper, leaning in slightly and speaking quietly, so no one else could hear her.
"He ordered me to sleep with him... I know Talon doesn't care but I've had enough of being treated like crap. So I took matters into my own hands."
Reaper didn't say anything for a moment, before turning around to the crowd behind him.
"Sombra, take Widow back to her quarters."
The crowd parted, letting Widow walk through. Sombra went to place her arm around Widow but decided against it at the last minute. Once the two had left, Reaper knelt down next to the sergeant, who was still on the floor, groaning in agony.
"Is it true?"
The soldier didn't try to hide it, nodding his head. As a medic stepped forward from the crowd, Reaper stood up, moving himself away from the injured soldier and in front of the rest of the troopers.
"It appears there's an issue with people giving Widowmaker crap. So let me make this clear. Keep pissing Widowmaker off and she'll end up snapping. That's what's happened today and this idiot's lucky to be alive. So, since this is a big problem, I'll say this once and only once. Leave Widow alone or you'll have me to deal with... and unlike Widow, no one will step in to stop me. Is that understood?"
Everyone present nodded, some saying "yes sir" as Reaper stared them down.
"Good. Now get lost and make sure that everyone knows that."
The crowd quickly dispersed, the message clearly received. Now Reaper had the sergeant to deal with.
"How bad?" He asked the medic, who was busy looking over the crippled soldier.
"Pretty bad. He has at least three broken ribs. Both his legs are broken and at least one arm as well."
"Leave us."
The medic stood up. "Sir?"
"Leave us. This never happened. Understand?"
The medic looked down to the sergeant, who was too busy groaning in pain to hear the conversation. He knew exactly what Reaper was about to do.
"Completely sir."
The medic picked up his bag and promptly left, leaving Reaper with the sergeant. Due to his injuries, he decided to send an even stronger message.
Widowmaker's quarters- 10 minutes later
Sombra was sat in Widow's quarters, tapping her fingers against the desk she was sat next to. She was currently waiting for Widow to emerge from her bathroom, after going inside to clean herself up.
After waiting for a short time, Widow finally appeared. Her hands were no loner red with blood and her outfit was back to its normal colour. Slowly, she walked over to the desk, taking a seat opposite Sombra.
"What happened Widow? Why did you attack him?" Sombra asked, leaning forward as she spoke.
"He went too far." Widow replied. "He ordered me to do something and I refused."
"Must have been a bad order if you nearly killed him."
Widow didn't comment, placing her arm on the desk and then resting her chin in her hand. Sombra couldn't tell if Widow was worried or not, her lack of emotions made her difficult to read. However, since she wasn't speaking much at all, Sombra knew that this was affecting her.
Just then, the door opened and Reaper stepped inside the room. He closed the door and then walked over to the two women.
"Three broken ribs, a broken arm and two broken legs. You really did a number on him."
Widow stood from her chair, intending to defend herself. "I already told you..."
"You don't have to explain. Frankly, I don't blame you at all, especially after that."
"She's not in trouble, is she?" Sombra asked, still unsure what exactly had been said to Widow.
"No. I gave everyone a harsh warning and told them to leave her alone. As for that sergeant... let's just say he won't be a problem anymore."
"Is he dead?" Widow asked, slightly worried that this would come back to haunt her.
"No. He's alive. Even though I don't think he'll be doing anything like this again, I'll move him to another facility. I doubt you'll want to see him again. Now, go get your equipment. We have a gauntlet to steal."
Widow nodded, putting on a small smile. "Thank you Gabriel." With that, she walked out the room and towards the armoury, a couple of troopers outside stopping to salute her as she passed by them.
Reaper turned to leave, intending to meet Widow at the dropship. However, before he could leave the room, Sombra grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Don't lie to me. You killed him, didn't you?"
Reaper reached for the door handle, gently closing the door in front of him. He then turned himself to face Sombra.
"Remember our agreement Sombra. As far as Widow is concerned, that sergeant will be moved to another facility. She doesn't need to know what really happened."
Sombra sighed in response. "Fine. I won't tell her."
"Has she revealed anything?"
"No. Nothing new to report."
"Very well. Send me that intel you found as me and Widow leave."
Reaper opened the door and walked out the room, leaving Sombra alone with her thoughts. She knew that Reaper cared about Widow, that's why he did what he did. She also knew that he trusted her, since he was the reason why she was put on active duty. Yet, she was never sure about his true motives.
After standing for a few minutes, Sombra shook herself back to reality. She walked out of Widow's quarters and closed the door behind her, turning towards her own quarters, which were a short distance away.
Two days later- After the museum operation
The operation was a complete disaster. Winston and Tracer had managed to stop Talon acquiring the Doomfist gauntlet. After this failure, security had been tightened and getting the gauntlet would now be a lot harder.
That was a matter for another time though. Reaper and Widow's dropship had landed a short time ago and Sombra was on her way towards it, after being contacted by Reaper before they arrived.
When Sombra arrived, several Talon engineers were looking over the dropship, examining the damage it had taken after the escape from Numbani. The damage wasn't bad, yet it was enough to warrant attention.
"Hey Gabe. No gauntlet then?" Sombra said, as she leaned against a nearby wall.
"Not now Sombra." Reaper grumbled in reply, not in the mood for Sombra's sarcasm. "We have a problem. Something's wrong with Widow."
Sombra's attitude changed immediately, leaning up from the wall and stepping closer to Reaper, so no one else could hear the conversation.
"What do you mean?"
"She took a big hit back at the museum and since then she doesn't seem herself. She stormed off back to her quarters before I could say anything... Go check she's okay."
Sombra didn't argue, turning and heading back the way she came. If Reaper was worried, then something serious must have happened. She quickly reached Widow's quarters and gently knocked the door. She didn't need to try it to know it was locked.
"Widow. It's me. Gabe said you took a heavy hit. You okay?"
There was a short silence, before a reply was heard.
"Not now Sombra."
Sombra could tell something wasn't right and couldn't help but agree with Reaper. Widow sounded off and her normal confidence wasn't present. There was clearly something bothering her.
"Widow, what's wrong? I can tell that something isn't right."
There was a sigh from the other side of the door, followed by an uncomfortable silence. Sombra turned around and leaned against the door, wondering if Widow would actually open it.
"Come on Widow. You can talk to me."
Sombra waited for another two minutes, only for there to be no movement behind the door. She leaned up from the door, accepting defeat. However, as she was about to walk away, she heard the door unlock and gently open. Sombra quickly stepped inside, letting Widow close the door and lock it again.
"Okay, what's going on Widow? You're acting very..."
Sombra stopped when Widow turned herself around. Her makeup around her eyes was smudged and there was a tear running down her right cheek.
"Have you been crying?"
Widow gently nodded, wiping away the tear.
"What happened?"
Widow walked over to her bed and sat herself down, leaving room for Sombra to to sit next to her. Unusually, Widow wasn't as confident as she usually was, debating whether or not telling Sombra was a good idea. Eventually, she found her confidence, suspecting that Sombra would find out even if she didn't tell her.
"Me and Gabriel were attacked by Tracer and Winston. The whole op was a disaster, they were both waiting for us, ready to defend the gauntlet. I won't go into all the details but Gabriel was keeping them both distracted, giving me the chance to grab the gauntlet. I had it right in front of me... I looked away for one second, firing at the enemy to help Gabriel. When I looked back, the gauntlet was gone."
Sombra remained quiet, not making any smart remarks, as she listened to Widow's story. She just nodded her head, signalling that Widow could continue.
"There were two children at the museum when we attacked... While we were busy fighting Overwatch, one managed to sneak up and take the gauntlet when I was distracted. Before I could find him, the other called out and I looked over towards him... The next thing I knew, I was hit by the gauntlet and sent flying backwards."
"Is that what's bothering you?" Sombra asked.
"No... After I got back to the dropship, I started having... visions. Images flashing through my head. I don't know why but I felt... sad after seeing them... At least I think it was sadness."
"What were these images?"
"A man... They were different every time but the same man was always in them."
Sombra opened her computer and began typing away, soon bringing up an image.
"Was it this man?"
Widow glanced at the image briefly, not needing to look more than a few moments.
"Oui. That's him."
Sombra closed her computer. "You already know who he is, don't you?"
"Oui. He's Gerard Lacroix... My husband... The man Talon made me kill before I became what I am now."
"Yeah... I'm... I'm sorry Widow."
There was a moment of silence between the two women, before Widow spoke again.
"I know you've read my files... So tell me. Do you know what's happening to me? Do you know what these visions are?"
Widow was correct, Sombra had indeed read her files and she had a very good idea what was happening to her. What Widow didn't know was what was going through Sombra's head right now.
She sat for a moment, debating what to do. She didn't know why exactly but Sombra couldn't help but feel sorry for Widow. She'd been through hell and ended up what she was today. She knew that telling Widow would change everything but Widow was her friend. In fact, Widow was the closest thing she had to a real friend for years now.
Sombra had spent a lot of her life alone, believing that she was better off that way. In a way, she saw a little of herself in Widow, since she seemed to close herself off and not let anyone in. She'd always been out for herself, after all, joining Talon was mainly to further her own goals as well as make a little extra on the side. However, now that she was sat here next to Widow, something changed in her. She saw a woman who was vulnerable and needed someone there for her. So, for the first time in her life, Sombra decided to use her abilities for good.
She decided to help Widow.
She looked around the room, pulling out her computer and performing a scan for any bugs. Once she was satisfied, she closed her computer, turning herself to face Widow.
"It's your conditioning. It's always been steadily degrading. That's why Talon have you checked over ever six months, to make sure it's still stable. From what I gathered, it was fine when you left for Numbani and Talon didn't consider anything needed to be done. However, if you were hit by something very powerful, it might be enough to cause something to snap..."
"The gauntlet..." Widow muttered, understanding where Sombra was going.
Sombra nodded. "If you're having visions of Gerard, then it's likely that your conditioning has just begun to crack, thanks to that hit from the gauntlet."
Widow placed a hand agaisnt her head, taking in what she just heard. She'd never really known how her conditioning worked, as Talon made sure to keep it a secret from her and she never really cared. Not until now.
"My conditioning... How does it work?"
Sombra stopped to think for a second, trying to find a way to best describe it. "You know how Talon has been physically conditioning you? Lowering your heart rate, changing your eyes and increasing your reflexes to make you the perfect assassin."
Widow nodded.
"Well, they did a lot more than just that. They twisted your mind and repressed your memories, filling your head with everything Talon wanted you to know instead. Think of it like a dam. On the one side are your repressed memories, your old life. On the other are your current memories, those which Talon gave you, your training as well as any memories you've gained while at Talon. As time went on, the dam would gradually begin to crack but Talon always made sure it remained standing. The hit from the gauntlet has likely sped up that process and the cracks in the dam are now much larger. Due to this, your old memories are beginning to come through."
"Will I remember everything?"
"In time, I think you will. I'm not going to pretend that I'm an expert at this but I'm pretty sure, once your conditioning has completely broken down, you'll remember everything. At that point, you'll have a choice to make."
Widow toon a deep breath. "What choice?"
"I want you to be completely honest with me. If you had the choice to leave Talon, if you could leave all of this behind, would you take it?"
Widow thought for a moment, before she answered. "Oui. I would."
Sombra nodded. "Then I have another question. Do you want me to help you escape?"
Widow was slightly taken back by that question. "You'd do that? You have no reason to help me... Why?"
"Because that's what friends do."
Widow thought over this proposition. She was taking a big risk trusting Sombra of all people. The two were friends, yet everyone at Talon had their own reasons for being here. In the end though, Widow had nothing left to lose. She had to try.
"Yes. Help me escape."
"Okay. I'll come up with some plans. You're in the early stages, so we still have a while before your conditioning starts breaking down dramatically. For now, keep all of this hidden and don't tell anyone else. Give me a week or two and then we'll discuss what I have so far. Sound good?"
"Yes... okay. Thank you Sombra."
"Don't worry about it. Now, I'll let you get some rest. You look like you got hit by a train."
Widow chuckled at that comment, giving Sombra a weak smile. "It certainly felt like I did."
Sombra left the room, gently closing the door behind her. She wasn't able to get far, before she bumped into Reaper.
"How is she?"
"She's fine. That hit just made her a bit cranky. Nothing to worry about."
Reaper took a quick look around and once he was sure no one else was around, continued on. "What about her conditioning?"
"You and me both know that it's slowly breaking down. Eventually, it'll crack. For now though, nothing's changed."
After acknowledging the answer, Reaper continued the way he was going. Sombra wasn't about to tell Reaper everything she knew. Despite their 'agreement' she didn't know what exactly his response would be, or what his true motives were. It was too big a risk to take.
Meanwhile, Widow had walked into her bathroom, stepping in front of the sink and running the cold water, splashing some into her face. She looked up at the mirror above the sink, looking at the image in front of her. She tried her best to think back to a time before Talon. There was nothing. Just a haze, along with gaps in her memories. After splashing some more water in her face, Widow turned off the flow of water and reached for the nearby towel, drying off her face.
Once she was dry, Widow placed the towel back down and proceeded to walk out of the bathroom, intending to get some sleep. However, as she reached the bathroom door, she suddenly stopped, turning her head as she heard a whisper.
"Widow."
She heard her name whispered another two times before she finally walked back into the bathroom. She slowly walked towards the source of the whispers and stopped in front of the mirror. When she saw herself though, the image wasn't her. Instead, the reflection had much shorter hair and her eyes were dark red.
As Widow stood in front of the mirror, she swore she saw the reflection smirk at her and she heard a quiet chuckle from it. As she continued to state at this image, Widow felt herself become enrage by the sight of it. Without even thinking about it, Widow raised her right arm and punched the mirror, gritting her teeth in anger. The image immediately disappeared, and her reflection returned to normal as the mirror cracked and shattered into pieces.
Widow removed her hand from the mirror, letting the shards of glass fall away. Luckily for her, Talon had replaced all the mirrors in her quarters with ones that had specialist glass, since Widow had destroyed three others in different bases. After standing for a few seconds, Widow's anger vanished. She turned and walked out of the room, wiping off a few small bits of glass that remained on her hand.
Whatever that image was, Widow was certain that it wouldn't stand in her way. No one would. She was determined to remember who she was.
To be continued.
Authors note
Well, that's it for this story. Hope you enjoyed it. If you want to know what happens next, then feel free to check out my other story, Human, which is the next one in this series. :)