Widowmaker shows up

"Someone is looking for you already" Widowmaker says clearly from behind me, scaring the living day lights out of me.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Your very sudden and explosive wealth gains have attracted quite a bit of attention from government facilities. They suspect you robbed a bank" Widowmaker clarified.

"I see, well I suppose we'll deal with that when they confront me about it. I haven't done anything wrong. Oh, by the way, the others have gone clothes shopping, you weren't around so I split your share up between them so they could all buy some for you." I say with a smile.

"Thank you. These stupid boy clothes do not fit properly" as she said that, she had to pick the side of one of my larger shirts up after it fell down her shoulder.

"Why don't you seem to like me?" I ask, pushing my luck with the the purple assassin.

"I do not dislike you more than I dislike any other man. After the **** of my husband, Gerard, I feel nothing. So don't take it personally" she shrugged off my question as if closing to any further questioning.

KNOCK KNOCK pounds the door. Curious to see what the girls bought, I open the door eagerly and without looking at who was there, I say "what'd ya get ladies?"

"Ahem" rings a deep authoritarian voice. I open my eyes and see a large man in a black suit and glasses standing before me. "Mr. Doe?" He says in a strong western American accent.

"Yes?"

"We have reason to believe you've robbed the Royal Australian Bank. Please come with me to the police station for questioning" the man stated bluntly, I can smell tobacco on his breath.

"What proof do you have?" I say confidently with a large smile creeping up on my face. Taunting people who are clearly out of their depth is one of my favourite pastimes.

"We have no solid evidence. Just a string of very large financial deposits from several sources claiming to be construction companies and architecture firms" the man said keeping a perfectly straight face.

"Nice try mate, but I know my rights. You can't take me in without solid evidence. Oh, and I suggest you look into said companies and firms, cause if you did, you'd realise that a lot of work has occurred. On top of that, I don't even believe that you're a cop" behind me, the sly smile is growing on widowmakers face with each word I belittle the man with. At the top of my driveway I see a white van with clearly a few more people in it.

Defeated in the conversation, the man pulls a large revolver on me, his composure having cracked mere moments ago. Seconds after he aimed the gun at my head, there was a bang and my life flashed before my eyes.

When I didn't feel any pain, I opened my eyes to see the man laying on his back with a hole in his head, his own blood pooling around him. The van at the top of the driveway screamed away and a very pleased Widowmaker walked up behind me.

"One shot, one kill" she muttered as she licked her lips. Locking down at the mans left hand, I could see that it's robotic. Widowmaker then bends down and picks the mans face up, or at least his hyper realistic mask to reveal the face of a dead Jesse McCree.

"That's not good" I say through a shocked expression. "Clean this up. I need to figure out what this means"