This choice: Widow thought fast and used the wand to swap affiliations with Tracer. • Go Back...Chapter #5Team Swap by: meh   Wand gripped tightly behind her back, the sniper allowed a single thought to permeate her head. Swapping affiliations with Lena 'Tracer' Oxton. She had been briefed on the wand's supposed abilities, but certainly didn't buy into any of it. If anything, she had scoffed at the thought that Talon would invest resources in it. But after a short flash of light, she found herself reconsidering that.
The first thing she noticed was that the gorilla was no longer holding her in place. Instead, his hand was gently resting on her shoulder, as if to comfort her.
"Excellent work as usual, Amelie," he said as he moved past her, looking down at someone just beyond her view.
She spent a moment gathering herself, going slackjawed when she noticed that her usual purple body suit was now colored a vibrant orange and white. Along the side of her legs she could see the Overwatch emblem, clear as day. Her rifle too had changed to a similar color scheme. Slinging it on her back, she finally stepped around Winston, only to find Pharah and Tracer, on much less friendly terms than they had been but a minute ago.
Tracer's hands were in cuffs, at the center of which was some sort of energy core. If Amelie was forced to guess, it was what was keeping the woman from zipping or rewinding away at the moment. What caught her eye next was the fact that Tracer too had received a wardrobe change. Her bomber jacket was now a deep black and red, the Talon logo resting on both her shoulder and the left breast of the jacket. She was giving Widowmaker a grim look, but remained silent as Pharah began to lead her back to the ship.
Winston too began to make for the ship, but not before turning to look at Widowmaker. "Coming, Amelie?"
Amelie stood there for a moment, considering her options. She could simply swap back now, and take the opportunity to flee. But now would be an amazing opportunity for infiltration. To be able to move about the Overwatch base unabated, with access to all of their documents. The thought was intoxicating.
She turned her head slightly, attention being grabbed away by a nearby window. Looking back at her was a face she hadn't seen in ages. One that wasn't purple, that had a natural hair color. Another, more selfish thought crossed her mind. Perhaps this reality was worth exploring more just for her sake.
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