Overwatch: Widowmaker X Reader Saga

Chapter 5: Mole

A/n: You begged, and begged, and begged... But I FINALLY managed to get around to continuing this story!! Don't worry, I'm working hard on this and other things. 

PLEASE critique! If you think something is wrong or my writing style needs improvement, let me know! I sincerely hope you enjoy!

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You swung at Reaper. He caught your fist with alarming speed, held it for a moment, then shoved your fist into your face. The impact stunned you, and with a swift kick to the gut, he knocked you down. Your body hit the mat with a 'thud'.

As you struggled to steady yourself, he created some distance.

"Again," he growled.

"I need a break," you muttered.

At that moment, a water bottle hurled towards you. You caught it without even looking up, and began to unscrew the cap.

Standing up, you looked over in the direction the bottle came from. Amelie was there, and she tossed one to Reaper as well.

"Fine. We'll continue this tomorrow." With that, he stomped away.

The two of you were alone again.

"Well, this is thoroughly embarrassing," you started. "You got to see one of the rare days where I get my butt handed to me." 

She just chuckled. 

"I've seen you lose several times before you joined us, mon amour. That one mission where you failed to secure the information about the Deadlock Gang, another time where you were pushed back by a surviving faction of Null Sector, and..." She paused. "You don't want to hear this one."

"No, no, continue!" You exclaimed. "I love hearing a list of all my failures." 

You could swear you saw her lips curve upward. But before she could respond, your earpieces sounded.

"Get over here. We have a new mission." Reaper's voice crackled through the microphone.

You looked to Amelie, and she nodded. The two of you walked to the meeting room. 

As you arrived, you saw a man leave the room. He was tall and strong, from the looks of it. His entire right arm was covered by a giant golden gauntlet. He gave you a fierce look, and walked off. Chills went down your spine when his eyes made contact with yours. 

"Was that - "

"Yes, it was. Moving on." Reaper interrupted you. 

He put his hand on the head of an apparent prisoner, whose head was covered by a burlap sack. 

"This man is a mole." He ripped the sack off the prisoner's head.

It was the man you and Lena were assigned to protect at the party!

His once smooth and shiny black hair was now matted and messy. His face was covered in stubble. Several scars adorned him, and one of his eyes was purple. He could not speak due to the duct tape covering his mouth.

"I'm sure you two know each other." Reaper muttered. The man looked at you, his eyes pleading for mercy. 

"I thought you killed him," you questioned. "Why is he here now?"

"Knockout darts," Amelie replied. "The same ones we used on you."

"You were told that this man pretended to work for us, and was feeding information about our activities to Overwatch," Reaper explained. "That much is true. However, there was something else that they did not mention." Reaper gripped the man's scalp tightly, and he began to shake in fear. "You see, this man had a lot of access at Overwatch. He knows about a site where important information was stored, one we've been keeping track of for a while now." Reaper tore the duct tape off the man's mouth, who gasped heavily. 

"Would you like to tell us the name of that base?" Reaper turned the man's face to look at him, his voice as cold as ice.

"W - Watchpoint: Grand Mesa," He quivered. "I - It's in the Rocky Mountains." 

"So, what are we looking for?" You asked Reaper.

"Access codes," Reaper said, "so that we can walk right in to any Overwatch base, active or decommissioned." 

You immediately understood. 

"And you want me to be the one to let you in," you concluded.

"As far as Overwatch knows," Amelie stated, "you are still on their side. They'll let you in without a second's hesitation." 

"Do we know where in the Watchpoint the access codes are?" You turned back to Reaper, who turned back to the man. 

"The computer room, b - below the radio tower." He gave in almost instantly. 

"Have you guys tried to acquire the access codes before?" You asked. 

Reaper nodded. "At Watchpoint: Gibraltar, where there were also names of agents. I would have gotten them, but I was... sidelined." His tone made it seem like an event he would not like to happen again.

"You will enter the base, alone, and you'll have two days to find a way to either deliver the access codes directly to us, or transmit them through the radio tower. We have its frequencies. If you don't respond or are otherwise incapacitated, we'll charge in." Reaper laid it all down. "Understand?"

You nodded. 

"Tell me, Y/n... did you feel powerless when you learned Overwatch abandoned you?" Amelie inquired. She put a hand on your shoulder and whispered in your ear, her voice smooth as silk. 

"Let's make them regret that decision."

That was all you needed to hear. 

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A/n: Again, sorry for the delays. Feel free to shoot me a message if you think I'm taking too long with something! [but please don't spam me seriously I will be angry and distracted if you spam me] Keep in mind that I'm a college student now, and won't have as much time to write stories.

As always, thanks for reading! I'll see you guys later!

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