Greece is such a petty place to be, especially at sunset. Lena Oxton is at the grounds of some ruins, climbing up on one of the pillars as she tries to get a good look at the rest of the area. "Hm...I can't see anything so far." She moves to the rooftops of the ruins, doing it as stealthily as possible. She stops as she finds something - a gathering of a group that are moving equipment into a carrier. "Yep, Talon is here alright," she says through her earpiece. "They're moving stuff for transport..." Tracer sighs as she moves back just a little, waiting for her orders.<|im_end|>
Watching her from afar, Widowmaker could only sigh in annoyance. "I swear you are the worst at stealth, my petite rump roast," he muttered in French, as she was visible at sunset in a yellow jumpsuit. He'd take aim from afar and switch his ammo for dummy rounds in his silenced sniper rifle. The first shot would whiz past her ear to feel like a flick and knock her earpiece off her head. The second shot would strike her left supple butt cheek as he grappling hooked to another position, then purposely shot the right cheek as well from afar with a smirk. She needed to learn that she wasn't subtle, and this was his favorite game to play with Tracer.<|im_end|>