Title: Against the rules

Chapter 04: Time off

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Widowmaker's POV

Four men surround me as I walk down the hallway. This particular hallway is off limits and mostly abandoned, only holding a couple of lights and a black carpet floor.

I grit my teeth as the men stand close as they push me around like a misbehaved dog. Every time I asked where we were going they just kept quiet and shoved me down another corridor.

Looking at their ranking on their shoulders they're not so important so unless they're from strict orders from someone high above they wouldn't usually do this. And if they was sent by someone, they're smart, they used men and women that are of higher rank than me. So there's no chance I'll struggle.

Who would seriously want my presence so bad that they need 4 punks who won't tell me anything? They could have just asked for me to go into a certain room and I would have done it. I don't recall being difficult before to orders.

We end up at the front of a black door that says "Director" my heart starts to thrash in my chest as I think of all the reasons that the director would want to see me and would need 4 guard dogs to lead me.

One event constantly pops into my head. Tracer. What if they've found out? What if they don't like it and decide to make me target her? Or worse, bring her in to turn her into a monster like me.

Before I could panic too much one of the guards, a smaller woman comes round my right and opens the door for me, slightly brushing my body as she tries to not touch me.

I step inside of the room once the door was opened and it instantly slammed shut behind me. My step not carrying any hesitation as I walk up to the dark wood desk.

Behind the desk sat a startling woman. Her facial features sharp and bony like she hasn't eaten properly for all of her life. Her eyes a dark blue that almost looks black. Her dark gray hair was shaven at the sides like a mullet but it is a little longer on the top and back, this part being pulled into a tight braid with some strands flying away from the rest.

She wore a black suit with a red tie and handkerchief which was in her breast pocket. Her fingers long and skinny as they held a pen as she was writing on a sheet of paper.

I'm almost confident this woman has never been in a fight with the lack of muscle on her and how delicate her fingers are clasping the pen.

"Please, take a seat." I heard a thick polish accent come from the director and decide to follow her instructions. I sit on the edge of a cushioned seat facing her as she continues to write.

She puts her pen down as she finished the current document. Shutting the file and changing her direction of interest towards me. Her dark eyes scanning me like a machine a scientist would use. I kept my professional facade on and looked right back into those intimidating eyes. Not allowing her access to my thoughts.

"Widowmaker?" She asks as she glances to her computer screen before turning her gaze back to me.

"Oui, that's me." I say, sitting back in the chair before flicking one leg over the other in more of a force of habit than wanting to flaunt my legs. Although they did catch the woman's eyes for a moment before she looked back at me.

"Congratulations, on winning the kill of the month again. You seem to kill with grace even without planning." She says her fingers lacing together on the desk as she watches me.

"Merci, but it is ideal for me to plan. It would make me an imbécile if I went in without an idea of what I was facing." I say without a hit of tone suggesting my 'thank you' was not meaningful.

She seems to think for a moment, looking at her screen for a couple of seconds before she says something else. "If you haven't noticed, you have been placed in the British head quarters for the foreseeable future. So that means that you're under my control and I can do what I like."

I laugh a little humourlessly before leaning forward slightly and looking square in her eyes. "Do you think that scares me?" I ask, my tone suggesting that I dare her to answer.

"Nie, I just want you to be aware that I have the power to do certain things that would be beneficial to you. Like stop the mindsweeps." She says, leaning back in her chair as she watches my shocked face.

Putain, she's got me. I need to hold my emotions closer, she can't see past my walls.

"Don't worry, Reaper came to speak to me about it. Rivalry is something that will give you motivation, I want you to be very motivated. I'll give you all of the files we have on Tracer." she says with a smile, her face not looking so intimidating now.

I couldn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded at her, leaning back into my chair again.

"You work hard. Your level of skill exceeds even the best soldiers I've met and that's saying something." She starts as she stands up,moving around the desk so she's at its front and leans on it as she's in front of me.

She sighs heavily before picking up a random item off the desk which is a paper weight that looks like a clear rock with a red pointed tooth inside.

"I want you to take some time off. A week. No Talon operatives will watch you. You'll be free for a week." She says looking directly at my shocked face again, her lip only curling in a slight smile at my reaction.

I've never been free before, well, from what I remember. What would I do? A whole week? I don't even get to plan kills in that time. Only one question seemed right to ask though.

"Why?" I asked, looking up at the standing woman, seeing that she is much more intimidating while stood. And she looks a lot more skinnier, I swear this woman needs some meat in her diet.

"Let's just say I have my own reasons. You're an important part to my plans Widowmaker, but replaceable, don't push your luck." She stands again while moving back around to the back of her desk.

"You're dismissed, I want you back a week from now, no later, no earlier. And if you get too carried away with getting to keep your memory and too obnoxious I could easily put a bullet in your head. But I suspect that won't be an issue." She says as she puts the paperweight down, it making a ominous sound as it clicks to the hard wood.

I nod and stand up, moving towards the door. I pull it open to see no guards and start to move out. But before I close the door, I say one last thing.

"Au revoir."

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Pulling on black skinny jeans, I rifle through my casual clothes. I have to be careful while out in public, blue skin isn't really a usual unless your dying from hypothermia.

I pull out a purple t-shirt and pull it over my head before grabbing a black hoodie and tossing it on my bed to put on later. I keep my shooting gloves on and my arm armour just in case I need it and I keep my visor and gun.

However, I decide to leave my phone here. I know for a fact that they can track that through several experiments during missions. I pack some more casual clothes in my gym bag as well as my gun and visor. They'll be useful later but not now.

I pull the bag over my shoulder and across my body before picking up my hoodie and moving to the door.

I look back at the room, wondering if I've forgotten anything. I'm wearing my usual boots but they won't bring any unwanted attention. People would just think I need these shoes or that they're my actual legs. Because they're plenty of people without legs.

I stroke my hair back and sigh. One whole week of freedom. What will I do? Well, I already have a rough idea from reading Tracer's file. Or should I say Lena Oxton.

Every fiber of me wants to say that name but I don't want to look like a nut case saying the name of my "rival" after I've just got into the good books of the Director.

Sighing heavily I leave the room, not going back there until a week is up.

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I step off the Talon ship that took me to east England. Where Tracer's file said she lived. I won't stalk her tonight, I'll go get a room at a local hotel or go to a free saferoom where I would usually stay the night if I was on a mission.

I slip off my bag and pull the hoodie on before zipping it up and pulling the bag back over my head and on my shoulder. I was already getting strange looks from people as I stepped out of the alley so I stepped back inside.

What would be the least attracting way to travel to a saferoom, having no intention of going inside a public hotel. I look up to see the high walls of the buildings lead to mostly flat roofs.

I smile slightly as I use my grapple to draw me up to the top of the building and onto the roof, feeling the familiar tug of the strong cable.

I swing to the roof top and look across the roofs, all different shapes and sizes and heights. My heart flutters like a child at looking at the new obstacle course.

It's almost like London, except this is a lot less busy and more rural than the capital of the country. Less pipes and more signature chimneys. I'm starting to love England more and more as I see more of its beauty.

I pull out my visor from my bag and pull it on my head, activating it and searching for the closest, unused saferoom. Just as the screen lights up with the destination of the safe room a flash of blue rushes across the red screen. Only meaning one thing.

Tracer.

I deactivate my visor and before my mind could protest I began pursuit of the blinking Brit. I didn't have to travel so far before I could see her in the distance, using her ability which her file calls blinking to jump across rooftops.

It's usually the same one she jumps over, the one with the largest gap as she seems like she is practicing using her harness.

I just watch as she jumps and disappears in a trail of blue before coming to the other side. She isn't physically disappearing but she is moving much faster than she was when I last saw her in London.

Making me wonder if she has had the harness improved. Now that I look closer, her harness does look different. I activate my visor to get a closer look.

The harness over all looks more compact and lighter as she moves with a little more grave and speed. She has a new belt that also straps to her thigh that holds a small pocket which must hold something new or she just wears it while she's training.

The light in her harness dulls slightly as she comes to a stop on the rooftop closest to me and she turns in my direction to obviously pick something up for her eyes to lock onto me for a long moment.

I check where the safe room is quickly as she stands in shock. Now I know the general direction I deactivate my visor to see her in a sprint towards me, her harness running out of fuel as she doesn't use her blinking ability to get to me faster.

I freeze for a moment. Do I want her to catch me? My heart is telling me yes but my brain is telling me no. I lose vital time in the disission as she gets closer before I take off in the direction of the safe room.

I jump over roof gaps with ease and sprint with all of my might. I'm a coward, I know. But I'm not ready to face the Brit yet. I need to do something that every great assassin needs to do.

Plan.

I use my grapple to cover a larger rooftop gap as I try to get distance, looking back I see that she's hot on my heels and makes the jump over the large gap effortlessly, like she's used to jumping across these roofs.

I panic. How could I lose this girl? I see a much taller building than the rest in my way and know that I'll slow down by going around.

So I'll go through.

I go faster, my lungs burning with the air it desperately needs. There's an open window. Perfect.

I kick off the edge of this roof and fly hands first into the window, going into a swift roll as I come through the other side. There's a scream from a woman as I roll into the room and I give her a quick "merci" as I run through the door in front of me.

I enter what looks like a living room with a window and a fire escape in front of me. I run to it and jam the thing open before throwing myself out and using my grapple to get to the streets bellow.

Yanking my hood up, I blend into the crowd as I slowly move in the direction of the saferoom. I see Tracer on the rooftop looking around frantically at my sudden disappearance.

It's actually amusing what little change can make a person seem completely different. I see Tracer yell and kick a rock on the roof, obviously annoyed that she lost me.

I'll plan on seeing you again Chérie. I promise.

But next time, it won't be a wild roof run.