Financial Solutions pt. 1

Widowmaker watched the bustling city skyline from the window of the private jet, the lights of the tall buildings reelected from the ocean water. It was a nice change of pace to be able to fly a private jet rather than the drab combat transport units. For one she got to change her clothes comfortably and look herself over. She had to blend in with the crowd at least a little bit as she could. Right now she was wearing slightly loose jeans, a hoodie and a small jacket on top of it, her hair were tied up meticulously in a bun and a ponytail at the same time. Unlike her previous transports the plane was well lit on the inside and flew under a guise of one of Talon’s dummy companies, one that would soon turn in profit for the organisation. She made sure to use the good lighting of the plane’s interior to send a picture or two to her beloved, even maybe a rique one whenever she felt worked up just thinking about him. If the picture came out weird she would have to find and have a ‘talk’ with the camera manufacturer, Widowmaker smiled a little as she glanced at her rifle hanging off the rack in the plane.

Finally, Widowmaker was off the plane and pulled the hood of her hoodie up onto her head, the air of the city was slightly moist, clearly it was raining before she landed. As she sat in her self driving taxi Widowmaker looked over the multi colored neons adorning the street as she was nearing her target destination.

“Seoul is quite nice at that time of the year…”

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Hana ‘D.Va’ Song stretched her arms as she walked off the stage. Her public relations responsibilities were a nice change of pace from her regular combat duties and she didn’t really mind them. This time she was hosting a semi-pro esport event, it was nice to see the passion in the eyes of her younger peers. Some even showed potential and may join the MEKA program one day, even though she would rather there was no need for it anymore by the time they come of age. Regardless, she went to her wardrobe, D.Va wouldn’t take off her pink catsuit that she was known for, instead she threw on a jacket over it and a hat onto her head before heading out the backdoor into an alleyway. Another perk of her status was that as a military celebrity she could be considered her own security and due to her rigorous following of procedures, she didn’t need anyone escorting or following her giving her the freedom to blend in with the crowd. She was about to exit the relatively clean alley into the main street when a woman’s voice stopped her.

“Sorry, miss Song?”

D.Va sighed, did she forget something or was she so easily recognized? She still put on her smile and turned to see a tall woman, with oddly colored skin, Hana felt as if she knew someone like that or at least saw them somewhere but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Regardless, she decided to just go on, there's no harm in interaction with a fan, it usually was fun to begin with.

“Yes, thats me! How can I help?”

“Oh I wanted to ask for an autograph!”

“Sure thing!” D.Va took out her pen and the woman gave her the notebook she apparently used for autographs and D.Va signed it.

“There you go!”

“Thank you, can I ask you for one more thing? It’s my family’s little tradition, to write good wishes on the back of a hand of a person that we respect.”

D.Va listened and thought for a moment, that's an odd but somewhat charming tradition and considering she was wearing gloves anyway there was no harm in indulging a fan that little bit. “Why not, that sounds interesting!” With that, Hana took off her right glove and held in in her left hand while extending her right hand to the woman, who in turn produced her own pen and wrote on D.Va’s hand, it felt as if burned her a little, but maybe because the pen was oddly cold so D.Va ignored it but then as the woman was done writing D.Va looked at her hand, curious what the wish would be but she saw nothing. She blinked twice.

“Did your pen not work?”

“Oh it did, you just need…” The taller woman rummaged in her pocket and produced a pair of glasses. “...this!”

“Oh, interesting gadget!” D.Va perked up, her love for new gadgets clouded her doubts and suspicions briefly as she put the glasses on and then read what was written on her hand. “Huh, what does it mean. I know english but it may be a saying? What is ‘Bob Wattson’s competitive spirit?’” She looked up at Amelie and spoke up again, the gears in her head turning, curious beyond belief. “Who IS Bob Wattson?” She inquired and stood there, thinking about it, stuck in a loop similar to what happened to Tracer and Emily.

Widowmaker, acquainted with the procedure after reading the reports then took out the tablet and pushed earphones into D.Va’s ears and showed her the small screen, on which Bob appeared, reading the script, being a bit less animated than when he does it himself as the other videos were improvised. “Hello there, as you may Imagine, I own your competitive spirit now and it is now directed towards you doing your best to help me, Amelie here, and to make the most money for Talon.” The recording ended and Hana blinked a few times, her priorities rerouting themselves, fighting omnics and gaming took fourth and fifth plae respectively. Now she was driven to do her best to work for the woman before her, Bob Wattson and make the most money for Talon. Without a word she turned her gaze to look at Widowmaker.

“Ok, first things first, I think we need to connect my fortune to your accounts. That should get Talon a lot of money.” She said matter of factly quickly, talking out her phone and showing her bank account to Widowmaker then giving her the details she needed, Widowmaker sent them onward to their accountants who would link the account in a non suspicious way. Widowmaker liked the girl’s straightforwardness, the thought briefly crossed her mind before but she could adopt Hana as her and Bob’s ‘daughter’ as well, considering she was legal and not blood related, she would have some leverage over her beloved. But that would come later.

“I could pull in some sponsorship and sell out a little, stream some more to make some money... “ Hana was pacing in place thinking and Widowmaker watched her a bit surprised how dedicated she was, the girl was really dedicated to doing her best, huh.

Widowmaker cleared her throat to get D.Va’s attention. “I think I have something that will make us a lot of money thanks to you.”

“Oh great! Lead the way!” D.Va smiled wide and followed Widowmaker out of the alley to the self driving cab that waited for them.

The car drove them from the arcade district towards a rich but somewhat seedy part of the city. The drive made D.Va think and consider the situation. Well, yes she knew Talon and knew they were up to no good at least the last she heard about them. That made her worry but at the same time she pushed the worry aside as she wanted to be the best earner for the organisation no matter what! Finally the taxi stopped in front of a building adorned with red neons, it wasn’t plainly obvious and the entrance wasn’t crowded but the place was what seemed to be a strip club of some kind. That made Hana blush briefly but she realized that adult entertainment could pay well if done right. Widowmaker led her to the back entrance and sat her down in the manager’s office.

“I bet you are a bright girl and you know what this means, no?”

“Well, yes, you expect me to work here but how is that supposed to pay well exactly?” D.Va asked, not doubting the plan fully but curious how is it supposed to be made to work. “And you know I may technically lose income if my reputation gets damaged by this!” She quickly added.

“Oh don't you worry, this club only hosts the cream of the crop clientele that wants to stay as anonymous as you are, considering their wealth and sometimes fame. So they would pay a lot to see you and you could get a lot of tips!”

“Oh yeah! That could work!” D.Va clapped and smiled excitedly, even if her face was flushed a bit. She was just too focused on knocking the earnings out of the park!