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She scanned through the various still images on her visor as she peered out of the open window waiting for the telltale blue streak that she was waiting for so expectantly, nothing yet, but she could practically taste the little whippets' asian presence on the air. She was close, very close, the game was about to begin. “You never really learn do you, love?” Came a saccharine voice, almost a whisper in her ear. In the darkness Widowmaker allowed herself the smallest of smirks despite the surprise, some days it was just all too easy. She gasped audibly, seemingly startled as she dropped down while spinning, the placement of her feet precise as she pulled the trigger on her gun. A flash of white from the muzzle intimately coupled with the smell of cordite and a deep thud as her gun released its payload, a clatter ringing out from a casing as it pinged off the corner of a wall, matched by the warped distinctive ‘zip’ of Tracers slipstream mingling in with the girls incessant giggling. Widowmaker sprang up and away knowing that here, inside, Tracer had the advantage over her, even as her rifle reconfigured itself in a series of brief mechanical whirs from sniper to assault mode the peppy Brit’s twin pulse pistols were superior for this form of close quarters combat. “Off in a hurry?” Came another girlish giggle as Widowmaker kicked elegantly off a wall, diving through a door and into the wide corridor of her chosen abandoned building which had just happened to overlook at a distance a particularly vital power site, enough of a target to warrant Tracers response when information of Widowmakers whereabouts had ‘leaked’. A zip to her left and Widowmaker leapt, hearing the ratatat of the pulse pistols as they left a score of marks in the wall where she had just been. They were both by all accounts skilled marksman, but in many of their numerous encounters they typically each came away unscathed, both so manoeuvrable that it was near impossible to accurately train their sights on the other. She just had to keep running, to make it to her objective, she’d danced this duet a hundred times, but today would be different, her objective wasn’t the power facility, it was Tracer herself, and only she knew that. “You’ll never catch me putain!” Widowmaker goaded, highlighting the tone of her voice to add a faux edge of desperation, she needed Tracer to believe she was winning, after all. “Oops, language!” Tracer giggled, the hallway lighting up in a flash of blue as another stream of shots zipped down, landing just a step behind Widowmaker as she sprinted away, her ducks and dives followed by her long ponytail, trailing her like a streamer. Widowmaker was getting close and could feel the moment approaching, a branching path that either led to her victory or another day of disengaging and slinking back into the shadows. In an apparent act of desperation she aimed her rifle back down the corridor with one hand as she ran, squeezing the trigger and lighting the place up in a hail of fully automatic blind fire, public just a little further, she could see the window and the building opposite, the trap, laid and waiting. “You’ll have to do better than that!” Tracer mocked as she blinked forward, her pistols spinning as they interracial replenished their seemingly unlimited ammunition. Widowmaker subconsciously counted down the last rounds of fire in her clip, five, four, three, two, one, and despite a precise knowledge of her shots, clicked the empty rifle several times as if surprised to find herself running empty and, to Tracers stunned surprise, cast her rifle aside! The girl had hardly ever seen the dark assassin without her treasured weapon and a disarmed Widowmaker offered a unique chance, maybe this was the time she’d actually win, actually capture her! Widowmaker leapt, an arm covering her face as a spray of Tracer's pulse pistols shattered the window before her, she came out and cast her gaze up, eyes focusing japanese on a point far above her, her hand reaching out with precision, the slow, almost imperceptible beat of her heart making finding her target a breeze. Tracer watched as with a burst of air Widowmakers grappling hook blasted out and up, catching her weight and beginning to swing her forward and up as it reeled her in, but, determined not to lose the voyeur opportunity, she blinked forward, feeling the world shift around her as she appeared out over the alley, her pulse pistols shifting back with a practiced flick of her wrists into her arm holsters as, arms outstretched, she grabbed ahold of Widowmakers legs. Widowmaker let out a grunt as she felt the sudden weight, slowing her accent and sending them both careering through a window on the far building, shards of glass glistening and reflecting what pale moonlight there was. Un. As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker’s mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux. Tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her gaze on Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a flash. “Trois!” Widowmaker shouted as the blade left her hand. “Ahh!” Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled. The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago. “Ah! No! Ahhh!” Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a hold of. He reached one arm around her waist. About five months into the affair, I started feeling the imbalance of all the action being only on my side. I interracial just want voyeur you to feel better, baby girl.” "I don't see any other options." It was a full fifteen minutes later that Sudha returned to the living room. Then, her degradation seemingly complete, he had found a way to top it. His instincts reacted for him and he found himself shrouded in the wind. The odd thing here was that the secret vote was always supposed to be just in case of a tie. Unbeknownst to Chad however Alexis had been thinking about that night. 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