I was watching Hana Song's stream when I came across this girl called Olivia on Tinder. She looked incredible. If Goddesses were among men, she was one of them. I had no chance in hell of being matched with her. I tried to swipe left, but my hud glitched out and I could only swipe right. This modern technology is always filled with bugs. It's times like these that I remember the reasons why I have my trusty peacekeeper.
She replied almost instantly, as if she had scripted messages to be sent as soon as I swiped right. Either that, or she was eagerly awaiting me.
SOMBRA
"Que Pasa, Jesse. Thats a cute name. A little feminine, don't you think?"
JESSE
"Call me McCree. And besides, anyone who knows me, knows that I am anything but that. You'll find out tonight, anyway."
SOMBRA
"I guess I will, mi nuevo esclavo. I'll be waiting at the Abandoned Payload Hotel. I'll be in the lobby."
JESSE
"I don't know what an elscalvo is, but I'm sure it's finer than fruit punch. I'll be there. Until then, Olivia."
SOMBRA
"Don't call me that, Mi nombre es Sombra. I'll see you there."
On my way, I started seeing phantoms, of some kind, a bit like a veiled shadow dancing above the ground.
McCree
"Okay Athena, What's Spanish for shadow? I'd like to impress this Latina chick I'm meeting tonight."
Athena
"Sombra."
McCree
"How do you know her name? That's not what I was asking."
Athena
"No Jesse, the Spanish translation for Shadow is Sombra. "
McCree
"Oh... Out of interest, what does esclavo mean?"
Athena
"Slave."
I bit my lit and gulped, anxiously scared of what could come to be tonight. I must have misheard her. Maybe she meant something like a dove, or a biotic orb or something. I couldn't help but rub the seat belt against myself on the way there, like a man possessed. I was getting giddy just at the thought of this girl I hadn't even met yet. For once I feel vulnerable, and I like it. Meeting this girl is much more frightening than any botched mission in Venice could ever be.
Sombra
"McCree, you made it!"
I gulped once again and made sure to hide myself. I'm already hard and I've only just locked eyes with her. She looked down and smirked. Something tells me she could see through my arm, maybe even my clothes.
"Promise me that no matter how crazy tonight gets, you'll keep up."
McCree
"I can handle anything- and anyone."
Sombra
"I'll hold you to that. No matter how bleak the night may be, remember it's only going to get worse. Either way, we'll have fun."