[#227] Widowmesser

"Twenty degrees south, on the east side of the Mariner building."

How did I get stuck with this gig, anyway?  Widowmaker was one of the most renowned snipers in the world.  Correction: the most renowned sniper!  But all snipers need spotters, even the best of the best.

A sharp bang echoed through the quiet midnight air and I saw the mark fall to the ground.  Another hit.

"Randevous at Location 6," her voice echoed in my earpiece.

Like I said - Widowmaker was a legend.  No one knew a whole lot about her; like a scary story you passed down to your children.  But today, I'd seen her once already, and there was a certain something I couldn't quite place.  She wasn't wearing her usual skin-tight outfit; she was wearing a costume or something.  Probably for the operation.  But the way she walked... swayed, almost, and wiggled from place to place.  I shook the thought from my head.  It was probably nothing.

But as we met up at Location 6 - an alley behind a bar - I knew all too soon that I had been wrong.  Now, from beneath her dress, I could see her underwear as they sagged toward her knees.  But it wasn't underwear.  It was... a diaper?  I stared incredulously and I watched her eyes narrow in impatience.

"Here's your cut."

She threw me a stack of cash and I fumbled to catch it.  But my eyes were fixated on the massive bulk beneath her skirt.  The next thing I knew, she had twisted my arm behind my back and thrown me to the ground.  Her heel pressed firmly into my sternum and I struggled to breathe.

"You want to look up my dress, huh?" she chastised.

"N-no!  I--" 

"Well there you go.  Get a good look.  Do you see?"

I saw, clear as day... her diaper was full.  Soggy and yellow between her legs, with a massive brown stain around her bottom.  Had she... had she messed herself on the job?

"Since you're so interested," Widowmaker said, almost teasingly... and then her voice turned sharp. "Change my diaper.  Now."

"I... I don't--"

"Or you'll be my next mark."

I swallowed loudly and looked up at her in a panic.  She wasn't kidding...

Widowmaker took me into a nearby building and tossed me a diaper bag, full to the brim with supplies.  Then I went about the most awkward five minutes of my life, untaping a trained assassin's diaper, wiping her naked body clean with baby wipes, and taping her in a fresh one complete with powder.  Despite the position of power I was in, I had no doubt in my mind that she controlled my every action.  When I was done, she sat upright and grabbed her diaper bag.

"Tell anyone about this," she threatened, and cradled her sniper in her hands.

I got the message.