Cold boots on a concrete floor. A sound that was far to familiar. A strange sound it is. Reverberating. Bouncing off the walls that stare back at you with that blank, characterless gaze. The chills running down her back as familiar as that sound. That cold 'clip' 'clop' that was getting progressively louder, closer. The boots appear, hovering near the edge of her vision. Black. The boots are black with one, two, three. Four lace loops, doubling back over each other.
"Prisoner 1150; Sombra, convicted on multiple accounts of murder and treason." The voice was a solid gravelly man probably in his 50's.
He looked like an ass. Sombra raised her head slightly to get an idea of his profile. He was rugged that's for sure. The type of guy who could have beaten a bear with his own hands. The man was the size of a freight train. White hair that joined a beard that ran along his jawline. She had to admit it was less than a pleasure to see her old Overwatch coworker again.
"What do you need Reinhardt. Don't waste my time." She snarled.
Though her position didn't give her much of an intimidation factor. Which is probably why he brushed it off with a chuckle.
"I would but I can't." His tone went serious again. "Your bail has been posted. Your free to go for now. I just need to put you through the paperwork and then you'll be set to go." His voice held a slight inclination of disappointment.
There goes is entertainment for the next months. A key was produced from his pocket and plunged into the lock. A smile slithered across Sombra's face. She was grateful, that was for sure. Of course no one could ever know that. Ok so maybe she would tell her darling girlfriend. Maybe. Later. Reinhardt grasped the bars of the door an tugged, pulling it loose from the latch that was no longer locked. The door slid open, grinding against the rails that held it in place, producing an ear splitting screech. She rose from the cot that she had been sitting on and stepped forward.
"Don't try anything stupid now. Otherwise you make my life harder and your life as well" Reinhardt grunted. Did he ever do anything ever than grunt?
"Mhm ok" she said the words rolling off her tongue as snarky.
They walked down the hall both of them stiff backed and formal. Neither daring to glance at the other for fear of feeling any pity. Although Sombra was locked up, Reinhardt in a way was too. As a warden, he was made to live at the prison. Yes he could had a nicer bed and better food. But that didn't change the fact that it was a dingy metal box. Soon they reached the end of the hall and climbed up a flight of stairs.
The steps clanked with each foot fall, rattling unsteadily. They reached the stairs and opened the door where the prison manager and head was sitting at a desk. He was a man who looked to be in his mid 40's with greying hair. He was wearing shades even though he was inside and there were lights on everywhere although they were dimmed. Across from him sat Hana. She had pulled up one of the chairs from the side of the room and was discussing with him paperwork.
"Jack, here's prisoner 1150." Reinhardt grunted like usual
"Sombra right?" He said very casually "My name is Jack Morrison." He thrusted his hand out and awaited for a shake.
It never arrived.
"Anyway," he ventured nervously. "Your, girlfriend right? Has finished your paperwork for you." He glanced over at Hana and then back to her. "All I need you to do is sign your name at the bottom."
Sombra walked over to it, her long strides bridging the distance in two steps. She bent down and took a look at it, reading the fine print closely. Probing at it.
"Hey." She felt a shaking on and a grasp on her wrist and looked over to fine that it was Hana. "I already looked over it and signed it. All you gotta do is put your name"
She sighed, picked up a pen, and signed her name on the dotted line. With that Jack rose from his seat and went to shake Hana's hand. This time Jack did not try to shake Sombra's hand.