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The night was young. The sheet of black sky drowning the city of Paris in darkness, if not for the golden glow of the street lights shining on the cobblestone paths. Amélie Guillard knew the city well, she was a wealthy woman in her past life, the life before Widowmaker, she travelled to it often with her father and late husband. But circumstances were different now, she wasn't making a house call as Amélie, but instead travelling there for work.
"Do you have him in your sights?" As an operative for such a complex and vast organisation like Talon, Widowmaker had a voice yammering in her ear. She was an assassin that did her best work on her own. She didn't need a guide bugging her, spiders didn't take advice from flies after all.
"Yes." Her simple answer was all the person at Headquarters got, her thick French accent coating her words. She adjusted her grip on the sniper, raising the scope ever so slightly. Her target, a person that was much like her husband before he passed, someone trying to spearhead operations against the Talon terrorist organisation. Of course, this complicated things for Talon if someone with so much money was independently trying to put them under alongside many governments and Overwatch. So they had to die.
The aristocrat was alone, pacing around their study in their penthouse with a clear view of the Eiffel Tower. Widowmaker did not trail the person with her sniper, but kept it in a position that the person walked by in their pacing. She had to admit, even though she was Talon's perfect solider she could see how they brought so many partners back to the place. They resembled her husband a lot, maybe that was why she held a passing attraction to them, even through her conditioning.
"Well? Are you going to take the shot or not?" The impatience peeved her. Widowmaker was a master at her craft, spending years under Talon travelling the world assassinating people, and this was merely a pencil pusher that was paid to annoy her.
"I will shoot when I shoot." Was all she said in reply. Her grip tightening on the handle to her sniper. She detached on hand, reaching up and digging her slender index finger into her ear and prying out the earpiece. Using her index finger and thumb, placed the earpiece on the ledge beside her.
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