Mercy smiled as she just remembered that Tracer and Winston had managed to capture the sniper when the Talon agents had tried to attack King's Row with Reaper. She was in the holding chamber waiting to be questioned. Restrained andn stripped of her weapons, Widow would make for easy prey.
With a destination in mind, Mercy began to stride quickly. She was incredibly hungry, and apparently the only thing that would settle her stomach was Widowmaker's meaty purple form.
The blonde bomshell's were filled with how satisfied she would feel once Widow was tucked away inside of her digesting. She had a odd grin on her face as she took a step into the containment cell. She saw...
