Overwatch: Talon

First Meetings

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Identification: Widowmaker
Real Name: Amelie Lacroix
Nationality: French
Age: 33
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Biography: Widowmaker, originally known as Amelie Lacroix, was the wife of Gerard Lacroix: an Overwatch commander and high priority target for Talon due to his actions against Talon operations. After previous unsuccessful attempts to terminate Lacroix, high command advised to look into his wife and seek a weakness to exploit. Amelie was kidnapped and subjected to long periods of neural reconditioning, before allowing her to be sent back to him seemingly unharmed.
Unaware of her being a sleeper agent, Amelie completed her task when she killed Gerard in his sleep two weeks later. Upon returning to Talon, she was to be changed on a genetic scale to become the perfect assassin. After completion of the operations and further reconditioning, the name Widowmaker seemed appropriate given the nature of her first mission.
Extent Of Modifications:
-Dulled senses of the brain that stimulate emotion, incomplete. Was successful in removing the subject's condition of arachnophobia. Due for more reconditioning
-Slowed heart rate, allows greater accuracy with a scoped weapon. Side affect of dying pigments and lack of oxygen in the cells, resulting in a blue colour of the skin. Further intensifying of this modification is likely to kill the subject, halt operation until further notice.
-Enhancement of heamoglobin, allows greater efficiency and unloading of oxygen in the blood to offset slowed heart rate. Further modification required to revert blue skin side effect.
-Nanomachine implants in the eye, for enhanced vision. Side effect of a slight yellow glow in the pupils.
-Tatoos on the back and right forearm of the subject, art relating to spiders. Subject preference and choice, indicating emotion of desire and the embracing of spiders despite previous fear of them. Further reconditioning to offset these emotions is required.
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"Interesting..."

The black, hooded figure on the rooftop of a building in a night sky was looking into the accomplice he would soon be working with. He didn't like it, he preferred to work alone...but if Talon beloved he needed backup on this next mission, it was wise of him to accept. He was a mercernary, one of the best...he did as he was told for the job. Mostly.
"And they're sending me one of their little pets, huh?" He thought, amused.
Whoever this Widowmaker was, she wasn't a mercenary like him. She was willingly a member of the terrorist organisation...or at least, as willing as you can get when you've been brainwashed.
He wasn't supposed to be looking into those files on her, of course...but he didn't care about that. He was one of Talon's favourite mercenaries, they could afford a little information for his services. Besides, they'll be happy enough when the next job ahead of him is completed.
"Infiltrating one of the most secure US military facilities and downloading critical and incriminating data is...chaotic"
And chaos is something Talon are all about, and something Overwatch aren't. If it displeases Overwatch, it was good enough for Reaper. Ugh...how he wanted to tear them apart...for everything they did to him...for betraying him...
"First things first..." He muttered, in a shrouded and demonic voice. "Where is this bug?"
He turned around and found himself face-to-face with a blue woman, hanging upside down from a higher point by a grapplehook fired from her gauntlet and wrapped around her leg. Her eyes were concealed by a mask, which covered the upper half of her face, the visor of which was clearly modelled after a spider...sporting six red eyes on the sides and one larger at the center. Her face was completely unmoving and straight, with her very long and dark blue ponytail hanging from her head.
"Bonjour" She greeted, in a cold tone with seemed a normality for her.
"You must be the itsy bitsy spider who's been sent to help out" He said.
There was a pause.
"...yes" She confirmed.
She unhooked herself and skillfully landed on her feet, her grapplehook retreating back into her gauntlet. She touched the side of her visor, and it retracted. Two yellow eyes were revealed, which contrasted rather well with her blue skin.
Reaper thought that the extent of her modification would've made her appear as a living corpse, but she was somehow pleasantly...alive and healthy looking. Really the only big difference between her and anyone else is that she was blue.
Her suit looked rather silly, however. It was some sort of pink and purple spandex or whatever. Hardly suitable for combat, the most it could protect her from was the men struck awe by her appearance.
But she didn't seem like the sort who even gave her opponents the chance to shoot at her, anyways.
"You look like you've come straight out of a comic book" He pointed out.
Her face was still blank, she was certainly living up to this emotionless thing. Widow took a moment to inspect the hooded man in front of her. He was wearing a long, black coat and a mask that somewhat resembles...a cow's skull?
"A cow's skull" She settled on.
Along with that, he had many enormous shells strapped to him. She didn't need all those days of weapons training to know those were meant for a big, mean weapon. A shotgun, likely.
"As do you" She replied.
She didn't have anything more to say than that, and he found himself just looking at her awkwardly, expecting her to say something more.
"You know the job?" Reaper asked, breaking the silence between them.
"Yes" She told him, before walking past him and activating her visor as she looked out to the facility they would be infiltrating. "The US facility houses critical intelligence that Talon wants, so it is our job to retrieve it"
That was putting it simply.
"I will be providing assistance" She went on. "But it is imperative that we are not compromised. This is a very sensitive assignment...comprenez vous?"
He looked at her as he joined her at her side, slowly and with that blank mask of his.
"What?" He questioned...already finding it challenging to understand her through the French accent, she didn't need to start using actual French words.
"Do you understand?" She asked again.
The lady was getting straight to the point...he liked that. But, he couldn't get over the fact that this is...or was, the wife of one of his former Overwatch colleagues. How could he not want a little chat first?
"Of course" He said. "My abilities will make this an easy task"
The ability to become black mist and reform to physical shapes was very, very useful. And pulling shotguns out of seemingly nothing.
Widow however, was not so fortunate in that sense. She was genetically enhanced but not supernatural...everything she could do, was with the skills and tools she had at her disposal.
"That must be nice" She replied blankly, without any sort of sincerity nor sarcasm. "But I am not so lucky"
He nodded. Admittedly, he was expecting someone with such a spider fetish and a name like Widow to at least have some superpowers. Maybe shooting webs out...or having superstrength.
"Yeah, they did a lot of things to you" He said, showing off his knowledge of her. "Mostly involving a syringe, correct?"
There was a pause.
"Yes" A simple reply left her mouth. "Talon birthed me"
Birthed...changed...maybe it didn't matter to her. But Reaper was curious.
"Suppose you're thankful to Amelie Lacroix for donating the body?" He wondered.
He saw the blank look on her face crack briefly, and her eyes widened for a moment. She didn't know how a mercenary knew such things about her...but she didn't question it. She couldn't show weakness...so she just pretended that she wasn't surprised...that she didn't care.
"A weak housewife that's better off dead" She said as she faced him, more sternly and more prominently...before turning back from him. "This is an irrelevant conversation, we must focus on the task at hand"
"Of course, Amelie" He passive-aggressively agreed, but failed to make her show some emotion a second time.
He shouldn't mock her, that wasn't fair...but it was fun, a little.  Clearly, Widowmaker didn't consider herself to be the same person she once was.
"The reconditioning certainly worked, then" He thought.
He thought about mentioning Gerard as he knew the man back in his Overwatch days, but Widow probably didn't want to talk about her husband.
"I hate to delay further, but the night is still young" He began. "What's your opinion of the Overwatch?"
"They are an enemy of Talon" She told him. "And so, they are an enemy of mine"
It made him smile under his mask.
"Good girl".
"I'm sure we'll get along just fine, then" He said.

Widowmaker took her weapon out, in assault rifle mode. She imagined much of her assistance was going to involve introducing skulls to bullets while her accomplice did the actual infiltrating. Not that she couldn't do the latter herself, Talon had transformed her from a simple wife to a merciless killer.
"Nice gun" Reaper complimented.
The weapon had a highly advanced design, and it was capable of using assault rifle mode and sniper rifle mode...both used depending on the situation. Clearly, it was heavily customised by the assassin for her own taste.
"The Widow's Kiss" She said as she caressed her weapon, admiring it with a small smile on her face...the second example of emotion he saw from her. "A spider needs its venom, and this is mine"
It was becoming more evident that Widow was not as emotionless as the data files led on.
"Naming one's weapon is an indication of emotion, of a feeling of belonging" Reaper pointed out. "I thought you didn't feel any of that"
Widow was beginning to wonder if this was truly an assignment, and not just some test set by Talon to see if her neural reconditioning worked to expectations. She got quite a few of those, and she learned to simply suppress all emotion if she wanted to avoid the operating table.
"Why do you question me so?" She asked, hiding her annoyance. "We here to complete an assignment, not for you to interrogate me"
The wraith shrugged.
"I knew your husband, but I had never met you" He told her. "I just find you an interesting person...take it as a compliment"
She hated it when someone mentioned Gerard, or anything relating to Amelie Lacroix.
"Okay" She said, not wanting to continue this discussion further...and Reaper decided to drop it, he didn't need to interrogate the person who was meant to be helping him. Even if he felt he didn't need the help.
"He talks too much" She thought.
And being social wasn't her strong suit. It wasn't Reaper's either, though.
"Well, I'm sure we've wasted enough time already" Reaper supposed. "I'm ready whenever you are"
Widowmaker extended her left arm and fired a grappling hook, ready to swing into action.
"Then let's get a move on, Cow-Face" She mocked him with a tiny smirk.
He looked at her, confused.
"What?"
"Just know that when we're done here, I'm going to look at all of your files" She warned him light-heartedly. "Clearly, I have a stalker"
He crossed his arms. She shouldn't flatter herself.
"There won't be anything on me" He warned her back, more seriously.
"We'll see"
She blew him a kiss before activating her visor and jumping off the rooftop, swinging away towards the facility they were about to invade. Reaper sighed and faded into a black mist, following her in the night sky.
"A curious character, I'm sure" He thought.