Overwatch Widowmaker Sniper Novels & Stories

-VIVIAN I closed my eyes and allowed the oxygen to flow freely into my lungs. I was waiting patiently for my target. I was laying on a rooftop with my long sniper pointed at a window four meters away. The sky was dark and my entire outfit was dark as well. Even my hair was covered away in a hood. It helped me blend in perfectly. The coldness of my metal weapon felt inviting. It was the only thing that felt right in this cruel world. I watched my prey quietly as I waited for the right time.

By the time I was 16, I had already hacked, stolen, killed, and destroyed a few people’s lives. “This is why he nicknamed me ‘Black Widow’. I could get in, infect, and disappear without anyone knowing until it was too late.” I whisper, avoiding looking at Lia. “Granted, it wasn’t something I was entirely comfortable with, except for a few like Angelo’s father. They deserved it, but ultimately it was all just to so-called ’help’ my uncle, the boss, cover his ass due to his gambling and whatever other bullshit he was doing.” She runs her hands through her head, careful not to mess it up too much or her perfectly made-up face, heaving a heavy sigh.

They left Isabella Moretti standing entirely alone, surrounded by the groaning bodies of her fallen protectors. Sloane stepped up right behind Isabella. The cold barrel of her suppressed pistol pressed firmly, intimately, into the base of the older woman’s skull. Jessica stood proudly beside her operative, her dark eyes flashing with lethal loyalty, her hand resting heavily on the hilt of a small, wicked blade tucked into her belt. The sight of my hounds, moving in perfect, violent synchronicity, sent a heavy rush of pure, unadulterated lust straight between my thighs. I looked at the pathetic "Black Widow", and then back at my financial attack dog.

Most of them were still holding guns in their hands. ‘Sniper!’ Adrian spotted a sniper rifle. He could get in some headshots if they lowered their guard. He rushed toward the corpses as the zombies charged toward the outlanders. The zombies were strong, and coupled with the fact they were undead, the outlanders were helpless to stop their charge. The outlanders fell out of formation and were forced to face the zombies head-on since their guns were proving to be useless. Using the chaos as cover, Adrian grabbed a sniper rifle from a nearby corpse and silently disappeared back into the streets. When he reappeared, he was propped up on a rooftop with a fence-like obstruction in front of him. He

As the SUV pulled away, Genevieve stood alone for a moment, the echoes of laughter in the park still ringing in her ears. ---- Later that evening, she arrived at Ravenhurst Lane for the Widow's Club meeting. She didn't feel the how she felt when she first arrived there, she felt calmer. All fourteen women were present, seated around the long table. The air was heavy with perfume, ambition, and something darker. One by one, reports were given by each widow. Some contained reports of seduction, others contained how they used the children of their clients against them, and the rest contained how they stole incriminating videos and documents and used them to blackmail their clients.

She sipped her coffee casually, the timer on her wrist counting down to something. Lila arrived right on time, her long legs striding confidently towards the counter and Viviana's eyes didn't even bother trailing her with her eyes. She knew what she would do next. Lila stood there flirting with the barista, her laughter echoing through the small shop. Viviana slipped out of the cafe into the alley behind the cafe. She lit herself a cigarette as she took her already set up sniper from the bag seated on the roof of the building she was aiming from. The sniper was custom made and the deadliest anyone could find. It never fails to finish its job since she started using it.

"They'll have a sniper on the roof. Overwatch while the others breach." "How do you know?" "Because that's what I'd do." She moved. Up the stairs. To the access panel leading to the roof. Opened it slowly. Weapon up. Sure enough. A figure in tactical gear. Prone. Sniper rifle aimed at the clearing below. Preparing to drop anyone who ran. Anya didn't hesitate. Knife, quieter than gun. Faster than thought. She crossed the roof in four steps. Grabbed the sniper from behind. Blade across throat. Clean. Professional. Fatal.

[Congratulations to Boss for 10 wins in a row!] Robert frowned in disbelief as he quickly ended his game to enter observer mode. He saw a female sniper that roamed the map that would, from time to time, shift between killing soldiers and slaughter monsters. The female sniper would even shoot at other players for no reason. The shooter was usually the most vulnerable character that could be killed at any time, yet she was able to use the immunization boost to avoid all attacks. She managed to turn dangerous tides into victories and killed all of her enemies.

Like a shadow in motion, Zea veered sideways, eluding the lethal projectiles with an effortless grace. A chair materialized in her path, and she seized the opportunity without a second thought. Vaulting onto it, she leaped into the air, and landed a vicious reverse kick straight to her assailant's face. She immediately grabbed the rifle from his hand and swiftly shot three more men who were about to attack her. The sniper's ruthless gaze scoured the chaotic torrent of fleeing bodies. Until a woman caught his eye. Standing tall amidst the swirling crowd, with a long rifle in her hands. Her aim fixated on his doomed existence. The gravity of the situation hit him like a thunderclap.

But I had size. And anger. She struck my jaw. I slammed her into a wall. She took out a knife. I crushed her wrist. The knife fell. Cassie began the shutdown by shaking hands and entering the Zurich box's key. The screen flickered. PROCESSING OVERRIDE. The Widow unholstered her gun. Cassie didn't wait Single shot. Uncut The Widow swooned. The override proceeded. UPLOAD TERMINATED. I dropped to my knees. We were victorious. And so, sitting atop the safe house with the Hong Kong skyline glinting through in the distance behind me, Cassie leaned into me.