Amélie punched a very old access code into a keypad lock, and the door opened, silently and quickly. The morning sun lit the small workroom inside, the overhead lights popping on unnecessarily. "Will you have enough room to work here? The medic can set up just outside the door."
The hacker stepped around the room, carefully avoiding one corner. "I think so. This tracking equipment needs to go - we'll need to set up the containment chamber in the corner. And I want that workbench from the main floor. The nice one, with the grey top, against this wall." She pointed towards the western wall. "It'll block the other door, but we don't need it."
She paced around the room. In the corner she avoided, a faint flicker of light, then gone.
"So let's say she's alive, and this works, and we get her back, and she survives that too... what's your plan?"
Widowmaker raised an eyebrow. "Recruit her, of course. You know that."
░░░░░░ shook her head, no. "I know you said that, but, well, I've read her files, and I have to tell you - that's hilarious."
"Not at all. If this device works as Winston believed it would, she'd become a tremendous asset."
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
Lacroix said nothing.
"What are you going to tell her? What could you tell her?"
Ah, thought the assassin, a question I can answer. "The truth."
░░░░░░ threw back an amused, you-cannot-be-serious glare. "...the truth."
"Yes. Starting with the truth about me. And about Gérard."
What?!, thought the hacker. "Now I know you have to be kidding. Mi dios, why?"
"Because that way, cherie, she'll know."
"She'll know that if I'll tell her the truth about that, I will not lie to her. Not about anything."
░░░░░░ tilted her head to the side, and thought hard, trying to figure out how Amélie Lacroix telling Lena Oxton about how she assassinated the head of Overwatch's anti-Talon task force - and her husband - could convince anyone of anything other than running away now seems like a really good idea. "'I assassinated my beloved husband but I'm totally fine with it.' That's very reassuring."
"You know nothing about him. Or her."
"I know none of this makes sense and I don't think I want to be here if she wakes up."
Amélie laughed, delicately. "The support staff will be so disappointed."
The hacker sighed. "Fine. It's all pointless anyway if the accelerator doesn't work. Help me haul this gear - we have a lot of setup to do before I can test anything."