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You silently walked through the streets of Nîmes, France. This was the second time you've done rounds through this part of the city and you were ready to turn in for the night as soon as you were done. But then something caught your eye and you looked up, spotting a lithe figure disappear from sight on one of the rooftops. You quickly scanned your surroundings to make sure no one else was around, and then ducked into the nearest alley.
A minute later and you were standing on the roof where you last saw the person. You weren't surprised to see that they were no longer there, instead looking for signs of who they were and where they might have gone.
A quiet scrape of feet against concrete had you whipping around to find yourself face-to-face with one of Talon's best snipers. A corner of her lips curled up in a smirk at your alarm.
"Hello." She greeted coolly.
"Widowmaker." You responded, expression guarded.
"Why are you here?" You demanded, not willing to play her game.
"I am 'ere for you, of course." Her eyes pierced through you as if she were reading your mind. You tried not to let it get to you.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You narrowed your eyes, keeping eye contact.
"Talon 'as taken an interest in you." She practically purred the words and you felt a shiver travel up your spine.
"Why me specifically?" Widowmaker shrugged, expression uncaring. "Talon rarely informs their agents of their motives. I simply follow orders as they are given. I imagine it would be because you are inconspicuous, to a point. A skilled agent with a completely clean civilian record and loose ties to Overwatch. A perfect target, no?"
Your tense body language did not match her amused tone in the least. "Why are you telling me this?" You asked, suspicious.
"It matters not what I tell you. Talon will 'ave you either way. It would perhaps be easier for you if you came willingly; it is certainly preferred. Perhaps I could convince you-" The assassin paused in her speech, lifting to tap her ear. A comm, you surmised. Widowmaker listened for a few moments, and you watched her carefully, in case she attacked.
She looked back at you. "Ah, but it seems not tonight." She walked to the edge of the rooftop, looking back over her shoulder. "We will meet again; until then, cheríe." With a smirk, she turned and let herself fall backwards to the ground below.
You ran to the edge seconds later, peering down to see an empty street. You frowned, but knowing she was gone, you decided to head back. You thought of her promise and tried not to worry.