The Overwatch Fandom always needs more of the Talon Trio then I realized I can do that.
Official transcript of Mission [Retracted] 184
Operatives: Reaper, Team Leader. Widowmaker, Sniper. Sombra, Tech Professional
Objective – Surveillance and Intel Retrieval
Location: [Retracted] Spain. Coordinates: [Retracted]. Site: Nuclear Power Plant
22:32 Local Time
Sombra: Sigh
Sombra: Sigh
Sombra: Siiiiiiiiggghh
Sombra: I can't believe you got us assigned to the only dead zone left in the world.
Reaper: It's a nuke plant Sombra. What did you expect?
Sombra: To have a lot more work to do than just override a few measly security AIs. God, I can't believe I can't get any bars out here.
Reaper: Keep the chatter down. And don't you have data?
Sombra: It's not called that anymore old man and no because I didn't plan on being launched back to the Middle Ages this evening.
Sombra: Sigh
Sombra: I'm so bored.
Sombra: Reaps there's nothing to do, and I'm boooooooooooooooooo-
[User Sombra - Muted]
Reaper: Chatter, Sombra.
[User Sombra - Unmuted]
Sombra: -ooooooooooooreeeeeeeeeeed.
Sombra: We have the most secure channel in the world. Trust me.
Sombra: And you really don't need to worry about me clogging up the line because nothing is going to happen!
Sombra: Ugh. I can feel my brain cells dying.
Reaper: Oh, come on Sombra this isn't that bad. We've only been here for two hours. Widowmaker hasn't had any issues, why don't you just entertain yourself like she does.
Reaper: Er.
Reaper: Widowmaker what do you do to keep yourself busy on your solo mission?
Widowmaker: Enjoy the silence.
Widowmaker: Maybe do some people watching.
Widowmaker: Take in the view.
Widowmaker: Right now, I have a lovely view of a mold stain that looks like the continent of Africa.
Sombra: See! Even Azul's bored. And she doesn't get bored!
22:35
Reaper: So...
Reaper: Did you catch the game last night?
Reaper: Uh.
Reaper: Do either of you watch football?
Sombra: Do you mean football or handegg?
Widowmaker: He means American football.
Sombra: Reaps, I just want you to know how offended I am at you turning on your heritage.
Reaper: I grew up on both sports. It's not my fault that American football player don't pretend they tore an ACL every five minutes.
Sombra: Touché.
Sombra: Either of you see DVa dominate at the Starcraft world cup? She fucking demolished Kyung-soo.
Reaper: Should I know who that is?
Widowmaker: E-Sports aren't real sports.
Sombra: Mierda, I can't believe you two are the only bearable people who work at Talon.
Sombra: And e-sports require more skill and brainpower than whole team of hockey players could hope to produce.
Widowmaker: Video games are games like chess. They require talent, but the worst injury you're going to get is tendonitis. Sports involve the whole body.
Sombra: What about shooting?
Widowmaker: You try shooting a gun with only your fingers and tell how well you handle the kickback.
22:37
Reaper: What about you Widow? Got anything to add here?
Widowmaker: I already know neither of you follow dance.
22:43
Sombra: So, does anyone know any good stories?
Reaper: Did I ever tell you about the time I blew up the Swiss Base?
Sombra: Only six thousand times.
Widowmaker: When I was a girl-
Sombra: No!
Reaper: No!
Widowmaker: Humph
Reaper: So do you want to hear about the time I blew up the Swiss Base?
Sombra: Ugh.
[User-Reaper Muted]
21:23
Sombra: And that's how I ended up in a dried up swimming pool with an alpaca and eight mil in diamonds for my Quinceañera.
Reaper: And I thought McCree was an idiot when he was a teenager.
Widowmaker: For a while there, I wasn't sure why you wished to pursue a partnership with Talon, but now I think I'm starting to understand.
Widowmaker: Terrible life threatening decisions are just par for the course for you.
21:26
Sombra: You guys want to play a game or something?
21:34
Reaper: I spy...
Reaper: Something red.
Sombra: Is the bird carcass on top of those stairs?
Reaper: No.
Widowmaker: Is it the red highlights on your outfit?
Reaper: No.
Sombra: Is...
Sombra: Is that dead bird still moving?
Widowmaker: Is it the lenses of my visor?
Reaper: I can't see you from my position, Widow.
Sombra: My god, I think it's mutating.
Widowmaker: Is it that piece of trash blowing in the wind?
Reaper: Yep.
Sombra: I think that's a Dorito bag. You'd think they'd be above littering at a nuke plant.
Reaper: Widow, you're up.
Sombra: And no using your scope this time.
Widowmaker: I wasn't going to.
Widowmaker: ...
Widowmaker: I spy something black.
Reaper: Is it that patch of mold on that tower?
Widowmaker: No.
Sombra: Is it Reaper's coat?
Widowmaker: No.
22:40
Sombra: Is it Reaper soul?
Widowmaker: No.
Reaper: Is it the shadows created by the lampposts?
Widowmaker: ...
Widowmaker: Can I give half points?
Sombra: Okay! New game.
Sombra: Azul, do me a favor and check your visor for a new folder called Party Time. I downloaded you some puzzles and stuff for later.
Widowmaker: I told you to leave my equipment alone, Sombra.
Sombra: Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry for touching your stuff. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I think we need it more now.
Widowmaker: Found it.
Widowmaker: Why is there Sudoku in here?
Sombra: Because I have no idea what you like, Widow.
Reaper: Who doesn't like Sudoku?
Widowmaker: Me.
Sombra: There's one that's all riddles. Try that one.
Widowmaker: What language setting?
Reaper: Does it matter? It's not like we share that many languages anyways.
Sombra: Not French. Your guys' spelling is atrocious.
Widowmaker: I'm choosing English.
Widowmaker: ...
Widowmaker: There is an ancient invention still used in some parts of the world today to let people see through walls.
Widowmaker: What is it?
Reaper:...
Sombra: ...
Reaper: X-rays?
Sombra: It said ancient.
Sombra: A keyhole?
Widowmaker: No 'K.'
Widowmaker: Windows.
Sombra: What?
Reaper: What?
Widowmaker: D-O-W. It took it. Next one.
Widowmaker: I'm the part of the bird that can touch the ocean but remains dry. Widowmaker: What am I?
Sombra: Its shadow. Duh.
22:58
Reaper: Cannot hear, feel, or eat.
Reaper: Hmm. Can you read it again?
Widowmaker: I come in winter. I cannot see, hear, or feel. I can't eat, but you can eat parts of me.
Sombra: Can we buy a letter, please?
Reaper: That's cheating. Can't hear, feel, or eat.
Sombra: No it's not. We have plenty of points. Widow, buy us a letter.
Reaper: I can get this!
Widowmaker: The first letter stands with 'S.'
Sombra: Sunlight?
Widowmaker: No 'L's.
Sombra: Dammit.
Reaper: Snow?
Widowmaker: It didn't take it.
23:12
Reaper: Snow peas.
Sombra: Now you're just guessing.
Sombra: Go over the clues again.
Widowmaker: Begins with 'S,' seven letters long, ends with 'N.'
Reaper: Can't see, hear, or feel.
Reaper: Can't see, hear or feel.
Sombra: I can't believe I've actually made things worse.
Reaper: You're just mad you can't cheat by looking up the answer and then taunting us with it.
Sombra: I'm mad because this one is stupid.
Sombra: Have you tried skeleton? Wait, that's too many letters.
Widowmaker: I'm buying the solution.
Widowmaker:...
Widowmaker: Snowman. The answer is snowman.
Reaper: ...
Sombra:...
Widowmaker: ...
Sombra: Well that's stupid.
23:45
Widowmaker: Fatherless and motherless, born without sin, roared when it came into the world, and never spoke again.
Sombra: Moon, love, water, shadow, snow.
Reaper: How many letters again?
Sombra: 'E,' hate, love, Earth, pain.
Widowmaker: Seven, starts with 'T.'
Sombra: Blood, fire, tomato, death, elepha- ahh!
Sombra: Get off! Get off!
Sombra: Mierda!
All Channels: Pop!
Reaper: What the fuck was that.
Widowmaker: A cockroach. I shot it.
Sombra: It was the size of my face!
Sombra: I forgot those fuckers can fly.
Sombra: It was crawling on my leg. Hur-ug
Reaper: Oh. Is everyone okay?
Widowmaker: The shot missed Sombra by a wide margin.
Sombra: I've been splattered with bug guts and I can't hear out of my right ear.
Sombra:...
Sombra: Can we get the fuck out of here now?
Reaper:...
Reaper: It's been close to five hours. I think it's clear our target isn't going to show tonight.
Reaper: Even though that shot was repressed, I don't want to take any chances with security.
Reaper: Let's pack it up.
Sombra: Oh thank god.
Widowmaker: Merci, Reyes.
24:15
Reaper: So...
Reaper: Do you two want donuts? You know, as post stakeout treat?
Reaper: It's Blackwatch tradition.
Sombra: That's stupid and I want churros. Churros are superior to donuts.
Widowmaker: I want an espresso.
Reaper: Sure, sure. I can do that.
AN
Another fun and short piece.
Like the list fic these dabbled are easy to pretty easy to bang out and a nice break from my current long WIP. Which will update again I promise.
Let me know if you'd be interested in more or if you have a suggestion.