Amélie LaCroix, Better known as Widowmaker, Stood in the kitchen of the Talon base. It was around 3 in the morning. The French woman huffed abit, waiting for her food in the microwave to finish. In her dark purple magenta silk robe with fluffy white furr on the collar, bottom hems, and the ends of the sleeves. Amélie's yellow eyes stared blankly at the microwave, bright green glowing numbers slowly counting down.

"Je sais que tu es là." Widow said and didn't even turn her head.