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“Ayy! Look who decided to show up!”
“We would have come back sooner if you didn’t reroute the ship three times” Reaper growled, stomping past the girl who laughed as he went, smoke steaming from his hood appearing cartoon like.
“Ahh but I enjoyed having the place to myself for an extra hour” she grinned, gently pushing the desk off with her foot, sending herself and the swivel chair around in circles,”Also don’t bother looking for the bolillos I know you’re the one taking them pendejo!”
Faint curses were heard down the hall but otherwise she went unheard by other Talon agents that ignored her as they went. It was safer that way, for them, to be unnoticed by the hacker. Considering the last guy who talked back seemed to disappear overnight. Even records of him were erased, like he never existed in the first place.
She forced herself into a stop as the tall sniper approached indicating the end of the soldiers returning to base. Leaning back in her seat, she raised an eyebrow at the woman and smiled.
“Have fun out there?” she started but Widowmaker said nothing, “Didn’t see you out there much” she tried again, her single finger glowing as the screens behind her replayed the very operation they returned from moments ago. Another seemingly simple day that became complicated as Overwatch appeared.
Widow sighed, knowing very well that Sombra wouldn’t stop otherwise, and turned around. Facing the smug woman who was clearly hiding something that she just couldn’t wait to reveal.
“We were successful in our mission” she stated as emotionless and cold as her skin.
“Busy with a certain…annoyance?”
She didn’t move. If she was surprised she made no motion or indication of it. If anything she appeared to have been expecting it.
Which drove Sombra crazy.
Here she sat, legs crossed and eyebrows up and knowing smile on point and wasn’t given a single expression of shock for her discovery.
She clicked her tongue and waved her hand, summoning twenty purple screens into existence before Widow’s eyes, surrounding her in a teasing manner and as each one was a photo of herself and said annoyance.
Sharing intimate moments in what they thought was private, be it on the roof, dark alley’s just a few feet from the battle where their comrades fought to the death while Overwatch’s mascot had her legs around Widow’s waist awhile being pushed up against a wall.
A few photos were even from behind closed doors. This being a recent development as they were tired of being interrupted and opted to meeting in hotels under false names. Photos of them being tangled in sheets and even a few of the aftermath with just the smallest smile of satisfaction on her face while Tracer slept away in an exhausted heap beside her.
But once again, Widow appeared to be bored. Taking a nice long look at each photo with little to no expression, until a particular one caught her eye and she grinned.
“Send this one to me, I enjoyed that evening” she laughed, pointing to a photo regarding a creative use for her grapple and the look of shock on Tracer’s face was priceless.
Sombra sat there dumbfounded, she was half tempted to bring up the videos but that might have been a little weird but boy was she thinking about it. She clicked her tongue again and tapped her chin, staring up at the tall woman who chuckled silently to herself as she looked over each of her conquests.
“…well I can honestly I wasn’t expecting that” she huffed, waving her hand and the glowing purple screens returned to her.
“I don’t care what you know or what you’ve seen” Widow paused a moment, crossing her arms, staring down at her with piercing eyes,” At least I have my allegiances straight”
Sombra let out a fake gasp, clutching her heart in offense,”Ay dios mio…I am hurt that you would have any reason to distrust me amiga” she laughed.
Widow was done, rolling her eyes and turning on her heel she began to walk off.
But Sombra wasn’t finish yet.
“Ah well fine if you’re going to play like that“
Another screen appeared before her eyes, just inches from her nose promptly stopping her from moving forward. But before she could turn and smack that smug smile right off her face, she froze.
SLIPSTREAM PROJECT
TESTING PILOT
LENA “TRACER” OXTON
Widow slowly backed up, realizing the photo in front of her was of a young Lena, smiling bright in front of a monster of a fighter jet.
And no device strapped to her chest.
Another screen popped up next to it and another, and another. Photos of a plane engulfed in flames and in pieces on the ground. Files of the report appeared below it, declaring Lena Oxton dead.
Two more screens appeared above it, security footage of scientists crowded around windows like a new species of animal had appeared at the zoo. The other showing one lone woman within, curled up in a ball, shaking and phasing in and out like a ghost.
One by one screens popped up, research and files, recorded phone messages and everything involving bringing Lena back from the dead. Including blue prints to the prototype of the device soon to be called the Chronal Accelerator, Winston’s signature at the bottom and approved by the Overwatch scientific board.
Detailed specs of the harness and the changes to be made, photos of the surgery and even some faded security footage, old and lagging but Lena’s screams were clear as day.
As each new screen appeared, Widow slowly turned to examine each and every single one until she was facing Sombra, who with the snap of her fingers and a smile summoned multiple notes, studies and sketches of Tracer and her weaknesses and strengths. Research by Talon since day one.
“Overwatch security isn’t what it used to be” she grinned, her nails stroking the air, causing the multiple screens of info to spin around the sniper who remained utterly silent. But her eyes were more than enough, wide and frozen.
“It wouldn’t be difficult to create a remote for that little device. Make her do a dance, send her back a few centuries in history or maybe even-”
The screens stopped, as one last small square appeared before her of a prototype remote kill switch was in the works.
“Lights out”
Widow reached out and grabbed a fist full of her jacket, yanking her forward before slamming her into the nearest wall.
Sombra yelped, clutching her hand around her wrist but immediately froze, slowly lifting her hands up in surrender as she felt the sharp prick underneath her jaw where Widow was a single twitch away from launching a poisonous mine right into her skull as she jammed her fist against her throat.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, face pulled into a fierce scowl that brought forth a mental note that Sombra never once witnessed the Widowmaker lose her cool.
“Give me one reason” was all she said, her voice low and in no mood for showing mercy.
“Easy Arana” she started, offering a small smile that went unnoticed as her fist pushed against her harder,“I won’t touch your carino”
Her nails grew in brightness as she reached out and closed her hands into a fist, every screen, bit of info, photo and video returned to her grasp.
Widow watched as she visible squeezed her hand tight until a small beeping was heard. Turning her hand around, she opened her fingers and there was nothing.
She deleted everything.
“See? Just like that, all gone”
Widow remained still and not convinced, “Why?”
But Sombra just shrugged,“Your secret is safe with me”
“At what cost”
“Can’t you accept this solidarity act between comrades?”
“No”
She laughed, “Then you’re smarter than most”
Widow’s grip lighten, only slightly but enough to let her know she’s willing to listen.
“Would you believe me if I said I like seeing you happy?”
She scoffed,”Non”
“Fair enough. If it makes you feel better, then if I call on a favor you’d best answer. Reaper may not care and the others couldn’t do anything with a photo of you going down on that girl but I don’t think the heads of this beast would find it as amusing as I do”
She said nothing, releasing her grip and retracting the mine, Widow turned on her heel and promptly walked away without a single word. Not that she needed to say anything, Sombra straightened up, smoothing the wrinkles out of the lapels as she watched her go. Waiting until she was out of site to bring up a new email.
Plucking a small purple box from thin air and gently placing it in the message.
In a few short seconds Widow would receive every single photo of herself and Tracer. Apparently there were much more than what was shown earlier, surprisingly enough even short clips. Of the killer Widowmaker gently brushing brown hair between her fingers, watching the girl sleep peacefully.
All of this followed up by a short message with a sugar skull next to it as a signature.
“Que lindo~”