To Feel Again

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Widowmaker had just boarded onto one of Talons many Choppers, being sent off on a mission once again. As she boarded on, she calmly sat on the ledge, dangling her feet and looking out at the world below her becoming smaller as the Chopper lifted up higher. The pilot, in which she'd met every time he took her to her destination, only smiled back at her and continued to fly. "You again? Yeesh, when are they gonna send me someone new?" He started jokingly. The man was always trying to make casual conversation, in fact, he often tried a little too hard. Or maybe Amélie just wasn't in the mood. She never really was, to be honest. But who could blame her, being totally void of emotion? Even things such as a simple laugh had to be faked. She didn't really feel happy, or anything ever.

"I guess when I'm no longer they're most effective sniper, stupide" She said the last word in her soft accent, with a sting in her words that definitely hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Whoa there, easy killer. I was just kidding.. You know I love seeing you doll face" He chuckled and continued on, "What's with the attitude? Like, all the time? Is something bothering you?"

Amélie ignored the man, having no interest in him at the moment and began to polish her Widows Kiss. As she studied her weapon, she always found herself staring back at her reflection almost as if getting lost in it. Whenever her eyes met the reflections, she always had this weird feeling in her chest. It was.. Peculiar. She couldn't quite describe what it was like.

Amélie continued the ride staring off with nothing but her objective in mind until the Chopper finally landed and she hopped out. She sauntered out, looking at the tall buildings and beautiful city. She'd been here many times before, each time with a new mission,but rarily did she have a moment to take in all the delicate features of the small town. It was quite a sight.

The Ill-skinned woman grappled up onto a nearby building as her intercom chimed in and her orders were given to her.

Meanwhile, a spiky haired brunette was taking a casual walk around the peaceful city in which she resided. She wore her usual getup, with her Chronal Accelerator glimmering in the sunlight. Overwatch wasn't as busy as usual, and so she took this as an opportunity for some relaxation.

The young woman blinked up onto a building and sat on the edge looking down on the dull city.

She'd never seen it so quiet and it kind of worried her, but she convinced herself not to worry. Today was her relax day and she wouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly.

As she continued her day, Amélie took this as a chance to head to her destination undetected.

Talon had assigned the righteous sniper to take out a group of mafia members whom were planning a shoot out on one of Talons' bases. Dealing with however many mafia members did undeniably make her nervous, but it was a job that had to be done. She couldn't argue with the orders of Talon, she knew that she must simply follow them. It was the only way.

Amélie ran from building to building, jumping from each swiftly at the last second. As the base came more into view, the woman kneeled and slowly began to lower herself until she was lying on down on the buildings roof and held her sniper in position, bringing her eye up to the scope.

"Where are you...?" She whispered to herself biting her lip. She scoped around the area, until she'd seen a black limousine pull up and men pile out with heavy illegal guns of all sorts.

A single bead of sweat glided down Widowmaker's forehead as the car sped off, probably to find a safe place to reside until all was over. She concentrated on the men before her. It looked to be about 12 men. Something she wasn't exactly used to, but she could adjust. She quickly fixated her sniper so that the sound would be suppressed whenever she shot and noted that as all the men had made their way inside, two stood out as if guarding.