Of course I own neither tf2 or overwatch
The darkness of the room cast a shadow upon the figure sitting at the desk, watching footage from a holovid approvingly. "Finally, its ready." She leaned back in her chair. "Is unit 09 still tailing the targets?"
"Affirmative, Ma'am." Came the reply from behind her chair.
"Good. Dismissed, unit B."
"Yes ma'am."
Fairly loud, jittery footsteps announced the departure of her assistant, ending with the soft click of the door.
She pulled open a small drawer, almost invisible if one were not looking for it. From within she pulled a small wooden frame holding an old polaroid. An archaic photograph by now.
A light finger traced along the face of the smiling figure in the picture. "Finally, after all these years, I'll take back what was stolen from me. I'll rewrite the wrongs that happened so long ago."
with carefulness the frame was set back into the drawer, and the drawer shut again with a soft click.
A prim, olive painted nail tapped upon one of the buttons on the desks surface.
"Unit P, ready a shuttle. It's time I do some on the spot hiring."
"Yes Ma'am."
"And prep units 01 through 08 for departure as well. They'll be going with me to meet our future employees and retrieve unit 09."
"Affirmative."
The alley was dark, illuminated only by the street lamps of the road, robotic eyes, and smouldering wisps of hair.
He didn't know who this woman was, or how she'd tracked them down when even the authorities had lost their trail days ago. What he did know, Is that he didn't like the feeling of this.
The woman was almost childlike in appearance. Very short, raven hair cut into a short bob framing a round face with a large green ribbon poking out from behind her head, with large amber eyes. He could probably drop kick her the length of the alley. His large friend behind him, even further. It was the eyes that gave her away as much older than her body belied.
She herself looked harmless enough. But the sight of the eight machines that flanked her made his eyes narrow and his muscles tense.
They looked like omnics, but there was no sense of life behind the glowing lenses they had for eyes.
They'd clearly been kept in repair, outfitting with more modern tech her and there, but it didn't take a scientist to tell you that they were old. Very old.
The woman waved a hand, and at her wave all of the robots moved back with little hesitation, save for the only one with a wheel in place of legs, which merely kept the strange device in its hands pointed at her until she gave reached over and gave it a small smack.
It turned on its wheel, coat tails fluttering with its jittery movements as it made to join its fellows a few feet behind the woman.
"I apologize. I've heard of your aversion to omnics. They are far too stupid to be omnics, but surely in your eyes they must all fall into the same category. I would not have brought them, but they are an old womans only companions."
"No offense, sheila, but ya don't exactly look like me gran." Did he have a gran? He thought he might've, at least at one point in his life. Probably before the omnic attack all those years ago, he assumed. there was no face or voice to remember, but he knew if he did have one, she wouldn't look like the woman before him.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Whaddya want, sheila?" He snapped.
"I'm assembling a team, for a personal project. And I believe it would be in my best interest to hire more than just people from Talon. And a pair of freelancers like yourselves is just what I'm looking for. I have heard of you and your companion, Mr Fawkes." From her coat she produced a folder, holding it out for him to take. "These are the files about the mission. They contain information on several men I want dead." He snatched the folder from her hand and snapped it open.
He opened the folder, giving the contents a cursory glance before snapping it shut again. "Sorry, can't help ya."
"Why not?" She demanded. "I'll be paying you well."
"Yeah, but it don't do much good when the blokes you want dead are already in their graves!" He cried. "This infos from the bloody nineteen sixties! Is this some kinda joke? Because it ain't funny." He turned, nudging his lager companion. "C'mon roadie this ain't worht our time."
"Have you ever heard of Australium, Mr Fawkes?"
The questioned stopped him in his tracks. He slowly turned to face the woman. "Where'd ya hear that name? Not even many junkers know bout that old myth anymore."
"Many years ago. From who doesn't matter right now. What do you know about the substance?"
"I know that it aint real," He sneered. "Otherwise Oz wouldn't have gotten blown to shit."
"Oh, its very real, Mr Fawkes. That's part of the contract I'm offering you. To bring me any Australium you find, or the information on the location of even an ounce of it."
"Listen, it's a nice offer, really it is. But the only time I'm ever going to lay me eyes on that stuff is in me dreams. And those men you want killed? Same thing. S'not like we can travel to the sixties. Those men 'ave been dead for almost a century."
"Oh but Mr Fawkes, I can send you there. All you have to do is sign the contract, and I can make it possible. Wouldn't you like to cause some mayhem? Perhaps see what Australia was like before it was raveged by the omnics?"
"Look, I only got one leg, 'n I don't like having it pulled."
"Everything you need to know is in those files. Five million dollars upfront, you'll get the rest when the job is done."
He looked to over his shoulder up at his friend, who merely shrugged in response.
"You know you can't return to Australia now, they won't let you back in. I'm offering you, even if it is temporary, a purpose. Do this for me, and you'll have more power than the queen herself."
"I'll give you boys some time to think on it. Keep the files, but do not let them out of your sight. I will be in touch." She turned, heels clicking as she walked away. "There is an address and time in the file. One of my assistants will be there. Agree to sign or not, do be punctual."
She stopped in front of line of robots, and snapped her fingers. "Come along, 09. Time to go home.".
There was the faint sound behind them, and from behind them slipped another robot, a thin one almost looking as if it were wearing a permanent suit. He watched, jaw slightly agape at the retreating forms of the robots as the woman took lead.
"Once were out of sight, tail them again. You know what to do should they stray from the correct course of action."
"But of course."
She hummed as they rounded the corner, and unit 09 vanished again from sight. She'd meant to take him back with her, but the indicision and mistrust in the junkers eyes told her that he would need time, need baiting, before he would agree.
Ah well. It would give her more time to fine tune the plans. She'd waited over a century so far, she could wait another week more.
Now would come the task of catching Talons attention. The trap was set, now just to bring them in.
"Targets on sight, Ma'am."
"Perfect, thank you, unit P."
"Time of arrival, thirty seconds."
"Excellent. Dim the lights, let us greet our guests in style."
"Yes Ma'am."
The lights dimmed, and she turned away in her chair.
The sound of several footsteps came from the other side of the room. The screech of metal as the door was forced open and bent on its hinges.
"What is this?" the question came from a muffled voice. Deepend by a mask, but not the voice of the man whose attention she really was after.
"This," With the snap of her fingers the bots around the room sprung to life, their eyes casting eerie shadows off of each other.
The lights slowly grew as she spun to face what were meant to be intruders. "Is a business meeting."
A tall figure in a black ensemble, face covered by a bonewhite mask, strode forward, shotgun level with her head. "What is this?" Ah, that was the voice. The voice of a man who killed death himself for his job.
"As I said, a business meeting. I wanted your attention, and I do believe I have it now." She answered, leaning back in her chair. "Please, keep pointing your guns at me if it makes you feel better, but I do believe you're going to want to hear what I have to say. I've got a proposition for you. For Talon, really. I would very much like to setup a meeting with the council." She slid a holopicture across the desk. "I believe you know what that is. "She smiled as he snatched the picture off the desk, only his gun leaving her head, dozens of tiny red dots litering her features.
"Where did you get this."
"That would be a company secret. But perhaps I would be willing to divulge the information to the right business partners." She drummed her fingers against the surface of the metal desk. "So, Reaper, was it? Will you take me to your leaders?"
Sorry its pretty short but I'm in a bit of a rush to get this on so I probably will be going back to tweak this
