The young Talon logistic operator was recently sent a message by the higher ups to transfer three of their most experienced and dangerous members to a large three bedroom unit at HQ. The message read as follows.
-Talon Logistic's Operator
The following agents are to be brought to the fourth floor of building 3. Regarding their successive cooperating skills, the Leaders of the Board saw it best to put them together in the same unit for more efficient pre-mission briefing for their convenience, as well as all of Talon's.
Gabriel 'Reaper' Reyes
Amelie 'Widowmaker' Lacroix
Sombra Name Unknown
All requirements for said operatives have already been implemented for these exceptional operatives.-
The young woman was surprised. This was certainly a first for Talon to have done with any of their operatives. The idea of the higher ups giving special privileges to any Talon member was unheard of, but because of the members that the message spoke of, she wasn't surprised to find out they would be the ones receiving it. After all, those three were likely the most talented agents the organization had. And one of them was only just recently inducted into the team. She quickly made the changes in the system so that the operatives, once returning from their mission, would know that they would be transferred to their new living unit.
Alongside a large, snow capped mountain, a Talon ship was making its way into an opening along the mountain where bay doors opened to reveal a landing station. Once fully integrated inside, three abnormal looking individuals stepped out.
"That mission was fun, no?" Sombra smirked as she checked her technology integrated nails.
"Missions are not supposed to be fun Sombra." Reaper said, quick to put down her rather nonchalant attitude. "It was successful, but we could have been more efficient had you not tried that solo stunt of yours." Reaper scolded.
"Oh Gabe, it was just a vending machine. It worked in distracting the guard didn't it?" She smirked.
"We are professionals, not children." Widowmaker said, attempting to gain control of their banter. "So stop behaving as such." She said as she walked passed them both.
"Wait un minuto, francesa. Aren't we going to have a post mission celebration? I heard it's pizza night in the mess hall." She chuckled, trying to get to know them both a bit more.
"I don't eat." Widowmaker and Reaper said simultaneously as they continued to walk away.
"Suit yourselves then." Sombra said unaffected by their decline.
Once out of ear range, the purple woman turned to the black specter.
"Why does she insist on us 'hanging out' with her?" She knew that Reaper met Sombra at some other point in his life, looking to him to answer this for her.
"She means well Widowmaker. I doubt she has any ill intentions for us." Reaper said. He wouldn't admit it to Widowmaker just how much he trusted the young Latina.
"I still don't understand how it is you both met." Widowmaker criticized.
"Somethings are best left unexplained. I'm sure you would know a thing or two about that." He retorted, causing her to roll her eyes before the side of her lips curved into a smirk.
"Oh, I certainly do, Gabe." She smiled as he stood back, surprised that Sombra got her to call him that.
"Sombra..." He grunted disdainfully under his breath and took off to the hallway where his room unit was and Widowmaker to her own.
As the two deadly Talon operatives continued to on their way to their respective rooms, they both noticed that on the doors of what used to be their rooms were papers taped to the doorknobs.
"Transferred due to convenience? What the hell is this?" Reaper grunted as he crushed the piece of paper in anger, hating that this change was abrupt and coming without prior warning.
"You got one too mon ami?" She appeared around the corner, clearly the news having inconvenienced her as well. "Did you see where we were transferred?" She asked.
"No, I crumbled mine up." He admitted, yet felt no shame in doing so.
"Typical." She let out a breath and showed him the same instructions on her paper.
"Fourth floor, building 3?" Reaper questioned.
"Looks like we'll be working closer than we anticipated." Widowmaker jested as she began to walk off in the direction of the building. Reaper grunted, but without having much else to do, and figuring Talon already changed it anyway, decided to follow his sniper coworker.
Once they both reached the third building's fourth floor, it appeared the unit that they were referred to was actually the entire floor, seeing as it was completely void of any business staff atmosphere, a circular couch at the center of the room.
"What is Talon playing at?" Reaper asked as he saw that the whole floor was empty of all forms of business, the only real units being the three separate rooms, two at the edge corners and one at against the edge of the windows. An amazing white view of the snowing mountains from the outside. "Why are we being dedicated an entire floor all to ourselves exactly?" He asked skeptically.
"I'm sure they have their reasons." Widowmaker said, although she was a Talon experiment, she wasn't exactly told everything from those who changed her. Thinking about it made sense, why give her the details when she was corrupted enough to simply do as she was told when following orders. Or so they thought. One thing that was hard to control was someone's complete willpower. "Besides, we are an exceptional duo, don't you think?" She teased in a mock flirtatious voice.
"Duo? But there are three bedroom units." Reaper pointed out. "Who's our third?" He asked before regretting it, "Wait don't tell me..." and suddenly, purple pixels appeared in the center of the circular couch.
"Gabe, I'm surprised you didn't guess it was me right away." She said, faking hurt disappointment as she held a large pizza box in her palm. "I told you, it was pizza night." She said as she placed it on the circular table at the center of the circular couch.
"Sombra." Reaper grunted accusingly. "Did you know about this change before the mission?" He asked awaiting her reply.
"Of course not Gabe. I just checked my inbox. You guys should really check yours, I'm sure you have a lot of messages on there." She teased.
"We'd rather just have an operative brief us on the subject." Widowmaker replied.
"Suit yourselves biejos." She chuckled as she opened the box to reveal it was square cut. "Mierda, I hate it when they cut it like this!" She exclaimed in annoyance.
"What did she call us?" Widowmaker asked.
"What makes you think I know?" Reaper said as he avoided the topic of the Spanish language, he sighed as he began to check each room to see which one had his things in it. "I'm going to rest up for the night."
"As will I." Widowmaker said as she began to head to her room.
"Come on biejos, surely you're not going to let part of this pizza go to waste? Or are you both checking your diet because of your age." Sombra smirked as she knew that goading them was the only way to get them to join.
"This is ridiculous." Widowmaker said as she took a seat across from Sombra. "The things you'll do for us to remain with you, are you a child?" She teased back.
"Figures old people would refer to anyone younger than them as children." Sombra joked as she hand a slice to the purple woman, who took gracefully.
"Egh. I'll never understand how anyone can enjoy such a grease infested meal." She said. "Join us Reaper." She offered.
"I'm not hungry." He protested.
"Neither am I. But we may as well become accustomed to these new changes, and what better way to do so than by eating meals together?" Widowmaker explained, much to the surprise of her Talon colleagues. Reaper sighed and sat down on a secluded space on the couch.
"Fine." He reached for a slice. "Hm, it's been so long since I've had to share a meal." He said.
"When was that?" Widowmaker asked out of curiosity. Just as Reaper moved the slice to his mouth, two things dawned on him. The first being that he admitted something that no one else had business knowing, and second, if he wanted to eat, he'd have to take his mask off. Feeling like he had walked into a foolish trap he stood up, rather annoyed and placed his slice back in the box.
"Goodnight." He said as he began to walk away. Sombra stood up in defense of Widowmaker.
"Gabe she didn't mean to intrude. It was an innocent questio-" Before she could finish, Reaper turned around slammed his foot down and the whole room was engulfed in black smoke, blocking out the snow white view of the windows.
"Goodnight." He repeated with no intention of saying it a third time as he continued onto the room. The black smoke dissipated, and white light shined back into the floor through the windows. He stepped into his room and the door locked automatically behind him.
"He's not at all comfortable in taking the mask off, is he?" Widowmaker said indifferently as she took a bite of her slice.
"It's not my place to tell you why?" Sombra said, dropping the subject. "Seriously, how do you two know so little of each other and work together for as long as you have?" Sombra said as she continued to eat, the question having actually caused Widowmaker to ask herself the same thing.
"We're assassins. This line of work really isn't the best to form close relationships with your colleagues." She admitted and sighed.
"Tell me about yourself then, huera." Sombra teased as she finished her slice.
"Be mature about this Sombra." Widowmaker said with a sigh.
"Fine, for starters then, why are you purple?" Sombra asked, a bit more seriously than before, genuinely making an attempt to get to know her co worker. Widowmaker paused as she examined her own skin.
"It goes without saying that I am unlike any other person most have ever seen. Talon gifted me with my abilities and skills for the sole purpose to become the perfect killing machine." She admitted, something that to the both of them sounded rehearsed.
"Why did they gift you with them? Knowing Talon, it was for some kind of assignment, verdad?" Sombra pressed on.
"I...I can't exactly remember. I hardly even remember the life I had before...this." She said just as a flashing memory ran across her mind, causing her to wince unwillingly.
"Widowmaker?" Sombra sat up in concern for her fellow operative.
"It's nothing." Widowmaker said as she stood up and headed for her room. "Goodnight."
This turn of events left Sombra feeling somewhat annoyed that two grown ups couldn't behave their age when doing the simplest of things, eat dinner and conversation.
"Mierda." She cursed as she put the left over pizza in the refrigerator and went to her own room to call it a night. Tomorrow would be a Sunday, the day where all three of them would be relieved of duty for the week to do as they pleased with the money they earned on missions. "I'll have plenty of opportunity tomorrow."