Angela Ziegler - Mercy
Amelie looked up into the doctor's stormy face, and laughed.
"Is this how you like it, Mercy?" The assassin's unexpected mirth bubbled through her words as she lifted her chin, exposing the soft violet blue of her throat to the frowning blonde, "Go ahead. Do it."
"Do what? Bite you?! I'm a doctor, not a vampire!" exasperation colored Angela's words,
"No urge to take a nibble, chère ?" the Talon operative smirked, her tone far too intimate for an enemy agent, "Perhaps I am misjudging the ardour flashing in ta yeux bleus?"
The blonde doctor stared at the amused assassin, totally flummoxed. Just whatwas she implying? For a brief moment Angela was struck speechless.
"Do not fret, mon ange, sera juste notre petit secret. " Amelie's softly whispered words were like a lover's caress. "Kiss me. Or kill me? I know you want to do one or the other. What is a little harm between friends?"
"We are not friends!" Angela's emphatic statement broke her silence.
Carrots be damned! Angela was not a temperamental person. She was calm, collected, an intellectual ! Not someone who would let a clearly depraved and deranged terrorist like Amelie LaCroix, get under her skin!
"No, we were never friends, were we?"
Amelie would have shrugged. If her shoulders were not pinned to the bed by the Swiss woman's, white knuckled hands. Angela's feelings were so easily ruffled. It was almost too easy.
"We were just faces in the crowd to each other. You were my husband's co-worker. I saw you only at the standard social events. The Overwatch holiday parties and the work related gatherings, where we wore our pretty party dresses and our pretty public masques."
The Talon assassin's voice turned distant as she remembered how Gerard would work the crowd as a department head, towing her in his wake as his plus one. "I had nothing in common with any of you, other than my husband. Une curieuse ironie , that his death should be what makes us so much more l'accord.
"You are awful!" Angela pulled back, hands shaking. "Gerard was a just and honorable man! You slaughtered him in his sleep without a second thought! How could you?! He lovedyou!"
"Mais oui. He loved me. I loved him." Amelie sighed, "Gerard. I love him still. His name is on my lips when I wake. My dreams echo with his voice. I remember every moment together as if it were only de le faire … Une fois de plus… Yet I go on."
This time she did shrug, one shoulder, tilting her head in dismissal.
Angela could only stare into Widowmaker's eyes, the truth of her words shining in their golden depths. The half smile that crooked Amelie's lips was as devastating as her next words.
"The enemies of Talon will be eliminated."
Amelie LaCroix - Widowmaker
The Swiss doctor did not speak for a long while after that phrase dropped from Amelie's lips. Like a bucket of ice water. Clearly shocked, the medical doctor went through a standard health examination on autopilot. Her only words were terse, short directives, "Inhale. Exhale. Cough."
Amelie wondered if she'd pushed the doctor too far. This mechanical state was growing old. She liked it better when the blonde was passionately raging at her.
"Why do you bother with this, Doctor Ziegler?" she asked, trying to provoke some new reaction from the blonde medic. "Gathering a baseline before seeing how far you can break me down during your interrogation?"
"That is not how Overwatch works." Angela's words were clipped. "We do not break people. You will be questioned in accordance with the standards of international law for humanitarian treatment in war."
"You could just leave me alone with McCree for a few hours. You probably would get much more interesting Intel from that." Amelie suggested slyly. "BlackWatch doesn't play by the rules. Neither does Talon. Let him break me a little, and then you can play doctor with me."
"That is NOT going to happen!" Mercy was not going to be drawn into Amelie's web.
"BlackWatch does not exist anymore. No one is going to be broken. No one is going to be playing."
"We shall see, mon docteur . On verra bien"
to be continued