She was not at all pleased with any of this.
It was quite fun to hack into some random dude's bank account at the airport and get on a plane to Tokyo, then book a neat suite in the Hilton, but now Sombra was bored to her mind swiping through 3 floating screens which she had up about her.
This stupid old crook was so hard to track! He had no social media accounts, no lease information, not even a bank account she could trace. His family was as good as nonexistent.
She did read it all about the Shimadas. How the two young hotheads became members of that old-dude's club of a clan, how the younger one suffered the "accident" that was the official statement, and the aftermath, where Hanzo led the "purification" of the clan, from all those who did not like his methods. Ironically, he himself was exiled during this cleaning-up and the clan was so weak at this point that it was practically wiped out by another one.
Their palaces and business taken from them, Hanzo himself being the target of numerous assassination attempts...
'Sheesh' Sombra said as she looked through her files of him and opened another bag of peanuts she got from the minibar 'Talk about a crappy life...'
She still did not really understand why it was so important for Talon to have this Shimada dude on their side. Yeah-yeah, he had that fancy dragon thing up his sleeve, something she once witnessed herself as well, but come on, he was sooo last century with that bow and arrow thing!
Still, she wanted to stay on the good side of Talon, and if this was the price... and, well, it was never too bad to have as many friends as possible...
'Mwaaaah, I can't believe he doesn't even have a gym membership!' Sombra pouted as she flipped through some security camera recording from months ago, the only recent one she could find with Hanzo in it. She cocked her head and, with a flick of a finger, paused the playback 'Aww maaaan' she said, closely looking at his figure, a smile creeping up her lips 'I cant imagine what you do to maintain those muscles. What is it with you snipers anyway?' she thought about Widow's admittedly hypnotic booty, which, she surmised, would deserve its own Instagram.
'Tell me now, guapo, where are you hiding...?'
It took three nights - of mostly just hacking for fun, though - for her to come up with a master plan. If she couldn't find Hanzo, she'll make it work the other way round.
Another two days and she created and dated forums back to a few weeks, and even got a website up and running - all for a single purpose: a fake persona, who was apparently one of the last of the Shimada clan and seemed dead-on set to restore the family.
And then - she hacked the next door neighbor's bank account and went out to shop and do all the tourist stuff.
By the time she came back with bags full of the newest tech and tons of snacks, she already got the message she has been waiting for:
'If you are really who you lead on to believe, meet me at the Shimada palace garden, tomorrow noon.'
The thing about the Shimada castle gardens - which was of course not the name of the place anymore, but the Hanamura Palace Gardens -that they organized a whole microclimate together with a DNS-modified cherry type that was blooming for most of the year.
Sombra found it rather pretty among the old architecture. Say what you will, but despite her past and with all the augmented tech she had installed in herself, she still liked pretty things, like a true latina. Like shoes, or nails - the former of which she had to dump for the favor of her camo suit, but she could never do without the latter.
Even now, though she knew that in a matter of minutes that infamous shit might be hitting the fan, she took a moment to admire the beauty of the trees next to the gazebo in the garden - her rifle neatly tucked in under her jacket, of course, just within reach.
'Who are you?' she heard a voice from behind her, and the unmistakeable noise of a bow being drawn. Jackpot.
'Aaaah, the last samurai himself, I take it?' she smiled nonchalantly and took a slow step forward before turning around and staring into the arrow pointed at her forehead 'Oh wow, look at that. I was right.'
'Who sent you?' Hanzo barked, eyes narrow and face firm. Gosh, he seemed such a bore, Sombra thought.
'Hey-hey amigo, it's not very nice to point stuff at a lady, okay?' she said, nonchalantly raising an eyebrow and pushing down the arrow with the tip of her finger 'If you wanna talk, we can talk, like adults.'
The man stared at him intensely for a while before slowly lowering the bow, but taking the arrow in his right hand, ready for a confrontation.
'There-there' Sombra stepped closer and playfully patted his chest, which he acknowledged with a disdainful look, but she had to admit, seeing him up close and touching his muscular chest was just as satisfying as it was to hack into some complicated network.
'Now we can get to know each other better. See, I represent a company who actually can restore all the shine and glory of your family, given a few... favors' she emphasized the word with a sly smile, stepping close to him and looking up into those judging eyes.
Despite what they said about Japanese people's height, Hanzo was still considerably taller than her.
'I don't do favors' the older man spat the words and coldly stepped back 'And I don't need your help, or anyone's, for that matter.'
'Ah, somehow I just knew you would say that' she sighed theatrically, raising her arms and shrugging with faked worry 'That's why I brought this' she flicked her wrist, and a holoscreen appeared, an old recording from ten years ago, showing a laughing, young, and very much human Genji.
The man gave no reaction, but Sombra continued in her nonchalant voice:
'I know everything about your lives. Your family's shady businesses, your brother's playboy lifestyle, and how you killed him.'
A slight smile broke Hanzo's strict features as he stepped back with his right foot, turning away from Sombra and showing her his tattooed bare shoulder.
'And what exactly do you plan on doing with that information? In the underworld, it is a known fact. Also, your sources are not very accurate, as my brother lives.'
'Would you really call that a life, Hanzo?' Sombra's face darkened and she flipped the screen, so it now showed a close-up of Geji's current state. But inside, she was not very pleased that Hanzo knew about his brother - that must be a new turn of events she missed. And what a big miss it has been...
'I do not need you to act as my conscience, and, as I said, your information is worthless' the man looked over his shoulder coldly at her 'Do not waste my time any-' but he froze in mid-sentence, looking around alerted 'We are not alone.'
'Mierda' Sombra cursed. She looked around, however could not see anyone; but worse than that, no tech to hack. Hanzo drew his bow again in the blink of an eye and spun around to shoot behind him seemingly blindly, but a chocked scream coming from within the palace indicated he was right-on.
After that first shot, shady guys in black suits surrounded them in an instant, coming from every direction. They both drew their weapons, but were clearly outnumbered.
'Some of your friends?' Sombra asked through gritted teeth.
'Barely. But I am sure they found you just the way I did' Hanzo snapped back.
'Bah, this party sucks. I'm bailing' she snickered, and with a quick motion, threw a translocator into the far distance, quickly activating her camo suit in the process.
The black suit guys started firing in her direction, but she quickly crouched and teleported to the translocator. It ended up in the roof of the nearby palace, so she had a relatively good overview of the battle.
Despite having to fend off at least a dozen opponents, Hanzo wasn't doing all that bad. Clearly the years he spent in self-exile to hone his skills did him good, because he was a skilled martial artist and insanely quick with his weapon. He fired a smoke bomb arrow right at the feet of his opponents, then took them out by powerful punches and chocking them unconscious with his bow. When someone came too close, he was ever so quick to crouch down and draw an arrow, thrusting it into the Achilles heel of the attacker.
Sombra felt some admiration at this oldschool struggle as she comfortably sat down on the edge of the palace roof, waiting for the fight to conclude. But as a second wave of hitmen approached from the entrance, it was quite clear the battle was not in Hanzo's favor.
They subdued him quite quickly after that, twisting his arms hard and making him kneel. Sombra licked her lips with delight, as if seeing a delicious cake on a plate as all of Hanzo's muscles contracted to try to free himself.
'Aw maaan, what to do' she sighed theatrically to herself, patting her lips with her log nails 'It would really be a waste to have come here for nothing...' then, the idea came to her and she shivered at her own brilliance.
I the next moment she leapt down and, still camouflaged, ran into the midst of the mob.
'Hey there' she chuckled before coming out of camo and unleashing a blinding EMP. All of the suit guys grasped their heads and fell to their knees with painful screams.
So she was right, Sombra thought, they were augmented just like her, though in a more old-fashioned way, and a simple EMP could bust them up just a little.
'Come on now' she ran her fingers playfully through Hanzo's silk headscarf, and tugged on it a little 'Let's get outta here.'
Although the older man was quite apparently not pleased with the rescue,, he reluctantly got up and followed her lead.
'Wow, now that would warrant a friendship, don't you think so?' Sombra said with a sneaky smile as they entered a penthouse apartment and she stopped to play around with its internal security system. From indoor cameras to voice control, there was all sorts of juicy things to be hacked.
'You live here?' Hanzo looked around, his steel features not giving away any emotion.
'Nah, it's just some random dude's house. I live off the land' she grinned at him, but he looked away and stepped closer to the window of the 50th storey building.
While playing with the tech, Sombra's plan was now complete.
Although few, but there were indeed some, who had practically no secrets. Blackmailing them was the most annoying thing! So, exactly for these cases, she had a kit, which helped make some more... compelling evidence. So she reached into her inner pocket and got out a small vial full of white powder.
'So what do you expect now? Am I your prisoner?' Hanzo said in a leveled tone, not looking away from the panorama.
'As interesting as that may sound... no' she retorted, and strode towards a huge glass display with liqueurs in it. As she poured out two small glasses full of disgustingly expensive sake, with a quick motion, she emptied the vial into one of the cups and the white powder dissolved instantly 'I would rather just like to relax a bit, now that we escaped the clutches of death' she said while turning around and stepping to him.
'Come now, Hanzo... You yourself told me I pose no danger to you. And don't tell me a little latina can outdrink you?'
The man did not seem the least bit happy about the drink, but his eyes flicked towards the control panel by the door and they both knew Sombra would not just let him leave.
'One drink' he said coldly, taking the glass and examining it thoroughly before downing it, not waiting for Sombra. She in turn, swallowed her drink unable to hide her grin, and started to lightly cough afterwards.
'Ah man, this is really good, just like tequila' she admitted, and saw the shadow of a smile cross Hanzo's lips 'By the way' she stepped closer and put one hand on his bare shoulder, leaning close to his ear 'Did you really think I would drug you? Because then you thought right, amigo.'
Hanzo's eyes instantly widened as he stepped back and tried to shove her away, but the edges of his vision went blurry and his sense of balance started to falter.
'Damn you' he hissed as he put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it as hard as he could. Sombra stepped closer and pushed against his body, looking up cheekily at him and guiding him to a nearby couch.
'Aaaw, you look so pale!' she exclaimed playfully, and showed him onto the couch 'Better sit down. And let me get a closer look at that tatto...' she climbed onto his lap and started tugging at his kimono to free his other arm of it. Hanzo tried to shove her away but his hands felt heavier than lead, and Sombra could easily pin him down. The woman let out a delighted chuckle as she saw the older man blush slightly and look away from her when he realized he is subdued for good.
'Don't worry' she said trailing his tattoo with her fingers and leaning very close 'I promise I will be gentle' and she bent down to kiss those narrow lips of his. When she drew back, his gaze was sleepy, but directed right at her.
'I kinda wish you were sober now, guapo' she said softly while removing her jacket, so only her camo suit remained on, and drew Hanzo's arms around her waist 'We would be having so much fun...' she felt him squeeze her a bit, and took it as consent to kiss him again, this time long and deep. He responded, but very sluggishly, and when she drew back, his eyes were already closed.
She took a moment to take in his features and his broad, muscular chest. She absentmindedly stoked it, and the grey patches in his hair. She forgot how comforting it is to be so close to someone... Well, maybe not really someone you drugged, she told herself and had to grimace at the thought.
'I have to say' she told the unconscious archer as she started to undo her camo suit and got naked from the waist up 'I really have the hots for you, samurai-boy. We could be suuuuch goooood friends' she pushed her chest against his to emphasize her point, but there was no response, so she sighed and threw her arms around his neck intimately 'Well then, time for a little performance' she whispered as with a flick of her finger she pointed all the cameras at them and leaned in for a final kiss.
Hanzo awoke drowsily as it was just dawning outside. It took him a good few minutes to take in his surroundings of the penthouse and the panorama of the city; and another few to partially recall him meeting Sombra and how they got here... and then...
He looked around, and to his right, a lone holoscreen was floating in midair, with a slightly blurry image. When he realized what it was, shock crept up his stomach and he felt his face redden. It was an unmistakable shot with him and Sombra kissing, both apparently naked, although the shot did not show everything, but it was quite clear how they were embracing and kissing.
Hanzo felt sudden anger rise in him against that woman and also himself, because he barely remembered anything. When he got up to dismiss the holoscreen, it changed into an icon of a purple skull and Sombra's voice filled the room.
'Hey there handsome. Sorry I had to bail early. You know, people to harass, things to hack... Anyway, I had a reeeeaaally nice time last night. We should do it again, loverboy! Oh and... just in case you are wondering, this now officially is a friendship with benefits. So I will stay in touch. Elsewise everyone, including Overwatch and your brother will get those photos, and I don't think you'd want to be seen so intimate with Talon... right?'
The recodring abruply finished, leaving Hanzo confused an flustered. Had he really...? With that woman...? No, he was drugged, he could not have... should not have allowed this in the first place. Frustrated, he punched the nearest wall so hard it left a mark.
The LA airport was bustling as ever. As she stepped out of the building, Sombra put on some designer shades against the afternoon sun. Just for the heck of it, she stuffed her camo suit and usual jacket in a bag this time, and wore a long, light black cotton dress with some nice high heels. As some dudes strode past and gave her a whistle, she shot them a disdainful smile.
One more friend in her long list, and what a special one...
Life was good right now, and she felt fabulous. .