"Just right." Widowmaker said to herself as she assumed a ready position nestled on the roof of a large building. She had a large mark today, she was going to take out another Omnic politician.
Widow had laid, waiting for the mark to emerge from the spot far longer than she should have, he was supposed to leave the building twenty minutes ago. She scoped the window nearest the door, there she saw a smug woman sat indian-style wave at her. Seeing red she fired at the woman only for said woman to blink out of existance. "Stupid girl, wasting my time. She better make it up to me." Amelie said, repositioning, though she knew that girl would likely be behind her by now, just waiting to say—
"You missed!" A voice sang out behind Widow, "You would think by now you'd be used to my lead." Tracer taunted.
"You've saved the bot?"
"Of course I have! It's what Heroes do!" Tracer responded as she blinked in front of the blue woman. As soon as the blue faded Amelie did two things simultaneously she opened fire spraying bullets into the space Tracer had recently claimed and shot a gas mine to the spot Tracer previously stood.
A coughing was heard behind her, a smile spread on her face, proud of her guile she used her grapple and ran away. She jumped into an alley, she normally would stick the landing but her positioning was off her right foot landed on a small box before her left foot and she'd crumpled in a practiced motion to save her ankle. Amelie removed the box that was stuck to her heal, as she did so a wand fell into her lap.
"Who would box a scrap of wood?" the blue woman said as she grabbed it to toss it off her lap, or rather she would have if the wand hadn't assaulted her mind with information. "The Swap Wand?" Amelie said in a brief stupor before hearing the clambering of footsteps abover her.
Widow put the wand in her belt and grappled to the roof slingshotting herself into the air and sending a shot where the Tracer briefly stood. Unfortunately she didn't expect Tracer to charge the position she would land, nor for a monkey to bound through the air and grab her arms and hold them to her sides.
"Unhand me you monkey!" Widowmaker demanded upon their descent to the roof top.
"I don't think so, Amelie."
"Don't call me that—" Widowmaker started before biting her tongue, she needed to think of a way out. Her arms being held to her side left the tip of a certain wand within grasping distance, thoughts began broiling. Could the wand help her escape? Was it worth it to try to use it? Would it be better to be imprisoned in the Overwatch HQ, perhaps she could escape and bring some information for Talon.
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