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Damian watched as her body strutted into the briefing room on auto-pilot like she was watching a cutscene in a video game. The other Talon members all looked her direction as she quietly found her seat, the silence only broken by the clicking of her heels. She sat in her usual spot, crossing one leg over the other in a feminine manner.

"Nice of you to join us, Widowmaker."

Doom Fist greeted her. In the middle of the room was a holographic war map of the entire planet. Red Talon icons flashed over areas that Talon had a good foothold in. Blue Overwatch icons meant the same thing but for their enemies.

"You're just in time for your part to play in all this."

He zoomed in on an Overwatch icon, one that appeared to be over Great Britain.

"Widowmaker" just sat there silently, intently listening.

"The omnic monk that goes by Tekhartha Mondatta needs to be eliminated. He has been spreading his ideology and his beliefs of peace between omnics and humankind."

He pulled up an image of the monk.

"As we all know, peace is not how we will become stronger as a species. Only through war and hardship will what is left of humanity evolve into something greater, something stronger!"

Doom Fist clenched his fist. The other Talon agents nodded their heads in agreement. Reaper just stood off to the side with his arms folded.

"You will travel to King's Row and do what you do best, little spider. Subtract him from the equation. Make it loud. Make it public."

"Is that all? I could kill him with my eyes closed."

Damian's lips moved and she spoke though the words were not her own. Widowmaker was nothing but a tool to these people. She was a loaded gun with no safety. Doom Fist just had to point and pull the trigger. She reminded her of her mother, Talia Al'Ghul. A coldhearted female assassin. But she doubted Widowmaker would last long in a fight with her mom.

Doom Fist smiled at her response.

"Then go. Make Talon proud."

Damian left the briefing room and headed out of the briefing room and towards the hangar. The cool air wafting against her partially exposed chest nearly sent chills down her back. The rest of the suit was pretty well insolated, though. Why would an assassin have her midsection and breasts so exposed, anyway? Damian didn't know much about being a woman but she knew that it wasn't common to walk around braless.

She felt herself regain control of her own body as she approached an advanced looking transport aircraft.