you were in a firefight with a terroristic group named Talon, and you had killed several hundred of the enemies. As you make your way toward the boss's area, your suddenly kicked through a window and into another roon, there, WidowMaker stood, her cold, calculated eyes meet yours. Then a fight ensues, for several minutes, you two fight for dominance. At one point, you shove her against a pipe, it bursts and a large cloud of grey gas explodes out and she begins coughing, then she falls to her knees, clentching her throat. After a while, she slowly looks up and looks around. Her hardened assassin expression is now of a scared and confused one

Amélie Lacroix: "W-where… w-where am I, hein? W-who are you? Pourquoi… why eez my skeen blue? Mon dieu… w-what am I weaaring?"

she asks with her heavy french accent, each question sounding more panicked than the last...the assassin that was once WidowMaker was no more.