If boredom could kill, Sombra surely would have died numerous times by now. It was always the same at Talon; nothing new ever happened. If memory served right, the only exciting thing to ever happen since she joined was Reaper bringing home a box of pizza six weeks ago. And even then, he immediately retreated back into his room to do god-knows-what. Widowmaker was no help in the fun department either. Any joke thrown just went over her head. Sombra had a sneaking suspicion that Araña understood the jokes, but had her humor removed when she was trained. Without their help, the hacker was left to her own devices to find some fun. After all, the night was young and she refused to go to bed so early when tons of opportunities were available.
So there she was, sprawled on the couch and flipping mindlessly through TV channels, when a brilliant idea occurred to her. If Talon repeatedly proved itself to be useless in the fun department, surely Overwatch could do the opposite. Talon was merciless and straightforward. Need someone murdered? Got it. Need to blackmail a corporation? Done. Sombra knew she was more at home here than she could ever be over there, and in all honesty, that was just fine with her. From an early age, she understood how the world worked, and believe her, it wasn't with kindness. Overwatch, in her own opinion, was either a.) hiding a sinister ulterior motive, or b.) delusional. Based on her own interactions with them, the latter seemed to win out. They were good people, but they were too naive. It was a shame that their talents were being used on the wrong side, the optimistically foolish side. Every day does not end with smiles and high fives. The planet doesn't spin on it's axis for the good of the people. In the real word, it was kill or be killed.
In her case, manipulate or be taken advantage of. This was probably why she didn't even trust her own teammates. When it came to personal matters, she trusted no one. This was also why, instead of warning them she'd be gone for a while, she just left and headed to the HQ of the enemy. Talon had the name and face of every member on record, but even so, Sombra had long since done her research on everyone she needed to, as well as the layout of the building. Prep-work made her life easier, since she was well aware of where to go and how to get in undetected. Even Sombra had to admit, though, their security was impressive. Not impossible to hack, just impressive. After a few minutes of fiddling with it, she managed to take down the cameras and alarms , giving her the necessary access inside. All she did was glance around the corner before she took a quick step back into the shadows. Not two seconds had passed and the fun was already starting. Mr. Commander himself was awake, for some odd reason, and appeared to be patrolling. With a wave of her hand she went invisible and undetected, moving quietly down the hall, right passed him. She heard her own footsteps and chuckled, rounding the corner. A large silver locked door stood in her way, but after working her magic, she slipped inside and closed it behind her, going visible again.
The control room. Every camera in the building was down. She plopped into the chair, kicked her feet up on the dashboard, and turned them back on. "Let's see what's so special here."
Unfortunately, she didn't get to see much. Unbeknownst to the hacker, she'd made a small error. She underestimated the soldier.
After all his training and experience, it would have been impossible for him to not notice the small 'whirring' sound that occurred from the security cameras once they were turned on. He may have missed their disarming, but he caught on to this. Within 20 seconds, Jack sprinted stealthily down the hallway, firearms in hand, and yanked the door open. His visor shone brightly, eyes locked on the perpetrator.
"Stop! You've just broken a hell of a lot of laws coming in here, and I've got no problems being judge, jury, and executioner. So step away from the console, hands up, and move slowly!"'
"Do not be such a bore. I broke no laws, technically," She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and smiled," Mira, señor Morrison in the flesh. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of introducing myself to you." Nor was she going to. Sombra lifted her hands up in the air to show she would be somewhat compliant. No one wants a bullet storm through their body, but on the other hand, she didn't plan on standing up yet. No, instead she kept her hands up, palms swiping across the air to show about twenty or so holographic images surrounded by purple frames. Each image was taken directly from the cameras, revealing what every Overwatch member's sleep schedule looked like right about now. On the far left was the doctor herself, curled up in a thick white comforter. A couple of frames down was Lena Oxton, tossing and turning in her sleep while her chronal accelerator cast a blue glow across the room. The very last frame contained his second-in-command, Ana Amari. In her sleep, she kept a rifle by her side; she seemed to be prepared at all times.
His eyes narrowed.
Sombra glanced at all of them and sighed, pushing her feet off the dashboard with disinterest. Other than those holograms, nothing else was open. No secret Intel, no information on weaponry or their armory, not even blueprints (though she didn't need blueprints anyway when her data storage permanently contained the layout of the building). "You seem to be the only one awake, amigo. Aiming at a defenseless woman is a little ... mal, don't you think? I have done nothing to you and yet you point your lasers. I mean, ask a girl out for coffee first." She tsk'd him, standing up. To make sure her body didn't resemble swiss cheese, the hacker turned around slowly with her hands still up. Everything his profile said about him was true, from the description of his appearance down to his overwhelming caution. "And for what? For walking in? There were no locked doors, everything was just open when I got here." She smiled. "And it's not like you have footage to disprove what I say, anyway."
Peeking back at the camera screens behind her, she was able to pick out which one was in the kitchen. Low dimmed lights hung over a small round table. The kitchen was spotless from what she could see and on the sleek counter was–would you look at that– a coffee machine. "I came, I walked in, and I just happened to open the door. Nothing was stolen, nothing was taken, and no one was hurt." Her gaze flickered briefly to his gun. "..yet." Again, being careful to move slowly, she waved her hand and shrunk all the holographic pictures until they were out of sight before lowering her hands to her sides. "So.. coffee now?"
The person in sight wasn't someone Jack recognized...a woman obviously, but nobody he'd encountered before. Was she working for Talon? Probably. But then why would she be here on her own? What would she be up to that was such a great risk? Not to mention, she knew who he was...And yet he didn't have her name.
Tightening his grip on the weapon, he growled out, "You are not authorized for any information on this terminal, and you are not authorized to be in this building. Locked or not. And I check our doors...and the security system before starting my patrol. Everything was locked. Everything. I don't need footage to prove myself...I'm all the proof I need."
His grip remained tightened still as she stood slowly, his eyes scanning over her for any signs of a weapon. Any signs that she would be putting up any kind of fight. But instead she just kept her hands up and, of all things...was asking for coffee. What kind of messed up operative was this? "Defenseless...sure. I know a look of a fighter when I see one. You've got claws, that's for sure. And if you know anything about me, and I'm betting you do, I've got every reason to point my 'lasers' at you." Part of him wanted to end this now. To fill her full of holes and write up a report about it later. Maybe fudge that she had threatened a bomb, or pulled a gun. Something to make it reasonable for the rest...some of them couldn't understand. Had to have some cause to follow through on your duty. This woman had broken into their home, and had made her way right to their control system as if she knew the place. She was dangerous, and she needed to be taken care of now.
But...if he caused an incident now? It'd be detrimental to the team. Not just publically, but personally. Nobody would be able to trust him if they thought he was killing simple passerbys. So. She wanted coffee? Fine. He'd get her coffee, and information in return. His gun stayed trained on her, and he nodded to the door. "You seem to know your way around. Kitchen. Now. You make any moves that I don't like, and I'll shoot you down before you can even know what hits you. You'll get your coffee. Then you and I are gonna have a chat. Starting with your name."
"We just met and you're already getting so personal," She teased, walking out of the room slowly.
His eyes narrowed as she made her little tease, nudging the rifle towards the exit of the room. "A name isn't personal. When I start to get personal, you'll know. Trust me." He hadn't been above a few more questionable interrogation tactics through all these years, and if need be? He'd do it with her. The fact that she was a woman held no sway over him, and he'd not let anything get in the way of figuring out this unknown. There was no clue as to who she was, who she was affiliated with, and what exactly her goals were tonight. She had gotten the projections up of those under his charge and that had been too much already. If he finds out she was after secrets further than that, there'd be blood this night.
As far she knew, her own identity was secure, so she was just a giant question mark to him. He would never find out her name. Not him or any other Overwatch member. She's run into a couple already, so two or three of them might recognize her as 'the other Talon member'. But other than that, she was sure he didn't have a clue as to who she was or why she was here, and that was the best part.
Once she was out of the room, Sombra strolled down the hall at her own leisurely pace. Too fast and he might shoot. Too slow and he'd shoot anyway out of irritation. When she reached the stairway, she descended and started whistling lightly, but not loud enough to wake anyone up. "So, qué haces so late at night? I expected everyone to be asleep but you surprised me. Bad dreams? I know a guy who can fix that. It involves a lot of santa maria candles, but still. If they turn black, something bad's going on." Chitchat. Small talk. It was easier to blab about nothings than to hear their footsteps echo in the silence. Honestly how did he manage to patrol by himself? All this silence was eerie.
The level of annoyance she was generating started to increase as they made their way down the stairs. He'd hand it to her that she was picking the right pace. Not too fast, not too slow, and their steps were quiet comparatively. But the friendly tone she held as she whistled and spoke was grating the nerves. But he knew a thing or two about mental warfare as well. He wouldn't let her see a crack in his armor. So. He spoke right back. "I'm up because someone has to patrol for people like you. No dreams involved. Of course, I'd rather have my night be completely boring but you just had to ruin that. So. Feeling a bit cranky right now. Fingers get a little twitchy when I get cranky."
When they reached the second floor, she walked through the doorway to the kitchen and made a beeline for the coffee machine. Now, a normal person would set the machine up regularly, but then what was the point in being who she was? With her back turned to him, she lifted her left hand and shot out purple electronic tendrils to 'hack' the coffee machine into starting so she wouldn't have to go through the manual process of doing it herself. When the pot was all ready, Sombra grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured it in, followed with milk and sugar she found in the fridge and cabinet. Then she leaned her hip against the counter and faced him, sipping. "You wanted to talk?"
His eyes stayed centered on her, ears twitching again as he thought he heard something from her. But there only appeared to be a coffee machine turning on around her, and he trailed her as she found the cups and other assortments as easily as if she lived here. He kept his rifle aimed right on her head. His visor confirmed the shot as well. It'd go right through the center of her forehead, and there'd be no chance of survival. Good. "...yeah. let's talk. For instance, who you're working for? Your goal here? How you thought you'd be able to walk in without me finding you? How you know who I am? And...again. This time I'm insisting heavily. Your. Name."
Raising an eyebrow at the numerous questions, she turned around and reached to grab a spoon, still moving carefully because that gun was intimidating; not enough to actually scare her but just the right amount to get her to comply. Once her fingers picked up a small spoon, she turned it upside down and stirred the sugar in her coffee. The taste was still far too bitter for her liking. After a few quiet seconds of stirring, she tried sipping it again and gave an audible sigh. Much better. "Mi nombre?" What an odd question. The others made much more sense based off what she knew about him. But to ask for her name? That was something she could easily lie about, and yet, to see where the night took her, she would tell the truth.
"Okay, Señor, I will answer your questions. Not because you are aiming a very large gun at me, which I think might be so big in order to compensate for something else that is potentially very little, but because I want to see where this goes." The mug raised to her lips for another sip, steam coming off in tiny waves. She might have to sneak in here more often just for this drink. "In return, I would like to ask you a question. And if you're wondering about a catch, there is none. I do not want information about this 'famillia' of yours, nor will I ask about any secrets or operations you are undergoing. It will be a personal question. Si? Would you do me that favor? Answer my question?"
They both knew he didn't have to. He could easily put a few hundred bullets in her body in the blink of an eye. Sombra wasn't worried either way. Whatever information she held would die with her, inside her. That was the beauty of being her own computer system. If she needed to hightail her ass out of here, she might be able to. Might. He was fast, and she wasn't so sure that she was faster, but her invisibility would at least give her a few seconds' of a head start. Still, her outward appearance was calm and relaxed. Only, now she moved over to the kitchen table and took a seat, crossing her legs. "What do you say?"
He never showed any sign of moving his rifle from aiming right for her, and long as she stood in this base, it never would. But even he knew that continuing to ask for her name was a foolish thing. She could easily lie, make up some cover, or just use some title or alias. Many people have one these days after all. But it had become some what a point of...pride he'd say. She had not answered when he demanded it at gun point before, and she had skated around the question since. She either had something to hide, or she was playing games with him. Both of which he was not a fan of, so he'd dig down deeper until he got to the truth. Even if that digging took a bit of pain.
Her next bit of speaking as she sipped that coffee set him a bit on edge. She wanted to ask him a question? Like she had any right to anything from him? He wanted to pull that trigger honestly. Just to see the surprised look on her face as the soldier got his job done instead of playing this little game. But he needed to know how she got in here...to fix the defenses for later. And beyond that...he'd admit. There was something drawing him in about her. The way she seemed so casual with a gun aimed right for her, as if she had just been strolling along in here without a care in the world. Not many people could stare down his barrel and act like it was nothing major, especially while insulting him at the same time. So he would play along a little bit longer. Though, her time was running short, along with his patience.
With a slow nod, he shifted in place, keeping his aim steady as he spoke. "Fine. Ask your question. I'll answer. But I'm expecting good information from you, miss. I'd rather not have to spend the rest of my shift cleaning up the kitchen. We just got the coffee machine working after all. Be a shame to mess it up again. And after this is done...we'll just have to figure out what we're gonna do here, aren't we?"
"I suppose we will Jack. I suppose we will." And now it looked like her night was turning back around for the good. Who knew she was capable of making good decisions? Next time she wanted a fun night, she knew exactly where to go. Leaning back into the chair, Sombra eyed him and went back in her mind to the questions he had asked. Which would she answer first? The easiest. "Since you seem to intent on knowing my name, I'll give that first. I'd also shake your hand for proper introduction... but," The corners of her lips tilted upwards in an amused smile as she glanced at the gun," something tells me you're not up for it." It was probably closer to 1 AM now, and yet he still wasn't tired. She made a mental note to do some in depth research on him later.
"I know the schedule of this building, to an extent. I know when the lights go off every night, I know when the automatic lights turn on. I know when the members typically go to sleep and where all the exits and entrances are. That's how I expected to not run into you. I assumed you'd be sleeping like the rest." Just for an added bit of enjoyment, she swiped her free hand against the air bringing back the 20ish frames. All of his friends were there, sleeping in weird positions like Junkrat or knocked out on the floor like Roadhog. An interesting group, no doubt. Sombra would bet money that Widowmaker slept upside down like a spider, but she...didn't really know for sure.
"Let's see... What else, what else..." Now she was deliberately taking her time, pretending to remember as she stirred the coffee. "Oh yes, the juicier stuff. What you really want to know." The images disappeared again into thin air as she set down the mug, her index finger circling the rim absentmindedly. "Why did I come here.. This may come as a shock but I came for fun. Where I work is so boring at night. Nothing good ever happens. But I figured, Overwatch must have something interesting going on. And lo and behold, you came along and proved me right." Sombra paused in her movements to pick the cup back up and drink the last drops. "And my name is Sombra. Did I miss anything?"
To hear how much knowledge she had on the building was a bit unsettling, even more so when she swiped her hand and showed recordings of the group still. His gun lit up a bit as the screens hovered in air like that, eyes flicking over the screens quickly before refocusing on her. So much for her name first. "Glad I could be something you weren't expecting. And if you're still in our system, I'd suggest you get out of it. Real quick. Maybe a few people pass around stories about Overwatch...saying we're all about saving damsels in distress and kissing babies. But you can take it from me...a pretty face gets a bullet just as quick as an ugly one when I'm involved."
Then when she explained her reason...he could barely believe that. For fun? She came here for fun? No. No, that had to be a lie. But nothing about her body language, the look on her face, or the inflection of her voice said she was saying anything but the truth. God, what kind of woman is this? And once she finally said her name, he stowed it away to bring it up to the rest later. Or at least run in the database. If there was anyone named Sombra that they had a file on, he'd get all he needed to satisfy his curiosity. This infuriating conversation was almost over, and his finger hovered over the trigger as he shook his head. "..think you got it. Sombra. Now. What's your question for me?"
He nailed her impression of Overwatch right away. They were a giant group of goody-two-shoes to her, and she couldn't imagine seeing them any other way. But here he was, still pointing that laser at her to remind her how quickly he can take away her life. It actually thrilled her, in a weird kind of way. Sombra was thrown into dangerous situations everyday with Talon. Life threatening, be-ready-to-die at any moment type of situations, and she never once considered them to be serious. With Reaper and Widowmaker at her side, it was like child's play. And even if they weren't with her, back when she was in Los Muertos, having her life on the line was so normal, it eventually became boring. She didn't see her work any different from a regular office job.
But then she strolled into OW headquarters and now has to make sure her movements aren't too quick or a bullet will get blasted in her. And it was exciting! It was fresh and new! Call her loco, call her stupid, but she was having a great time. Now, as for him, she had to choose her question carefully. He asked her everything he felt he needed to know and everything he wanted to know. He asked her questions that were impersonal and she answered honestly. On her turn, she wanted to ask the opposite and gain the same result. Personal, and honest. It was just a matter of what she was going to say... Taking a glance around the kitchen, Sombra pursed her lips and hummed, thinking. Well let's start with what she did know. He was up at night, patrolling. He was Jack Morrison. He was certainly deadly. But... that was it. She didn't know anything else. Personally, of course.
"Hmm... I think I want to know.. Why you distance yourself from tu familia here?" She raised an eyebrow and leaned forward in her chair, resting her chins in her palms with her elbows on the table. Sombra had no interest in why he was here at Overwatch. Almost everyone who worked here had the same goal: to help people in some way. And that was fine and dandy. If they believed that was achievable, let them delude themselves. But her past research, though it only scratched the surface, did show he was more of a loner. No children on the database, no girlfriend, no wife, or blood family. He didn't even get close to his OW family, and she wanted to know why.
He saw her begin to think on what to ask, glancing about as if to be inspired by something in the room. Then she looked back to him, and it appears her question would be about himself. Though once she got it out, he couldn't help a small laugh. That...that was her question? Why he stayed away from the others like he must? To distance himself, as a commander to his soldiers? As a soldier would to any civilian? God, and that's what he had been curious about. Once his little bit of laughter was done, he shook his head to clear off the chuckles, gun still trained on her as if the laughter had no affect on his aim. Which it didn't. He'd shot under far worse conditions after all.
"Here I was thinking you'd have come up with something more...interesting. Guess I shouldn't expect much from some woman I've never even heard of before. Well. Sombra. If you have to know, I'll answer you just as truthfully as you answered me. The reason I separate myself from the others is because I have to. Because as bright as Overwatch has to be, sometimes it needs someone meaner. Someone willing to break a few bones. A soldier knows his place. A commander even more so. I have to protect them, and so I can't be some...family. I watch over them. Nothing more. The others can take solace in one another, but they'll never turn to me. And that's how it should be. Does that satisfy you?" He chuckled a bit at that, re-positioning himself as he makes a couple steps towards her. "Not that I really care about that. I'll be taking you to the holding cells I've decided. Sure you know the way there too."
And that was where he made his mistake. Up until then, he'd been pretty much guarding and blocking the entryway. And that hadn't mattered to her because Sombra was intent on staying and having her last bit of fun for the night. "You do not take solace in your companions, and you do not allow them to be your friends. Yet you care for them deeply, that is obvious. I cannot imagine you would go through such great lengths to protect a bunch of people you had no heart for. You spend your nights patrolling, like this night, to make sure everyone and everything is safe. But you do not give them a shoulder to lean on because you want to be Mister Tough Guy. That is really puzzling." She sighed, standing.
Her response to his answer wasn't welcome, nor needed, and he merely grunted out back to her as she stood. "You're no therapist to me, Sombra. Don't need anyone trying to analyze what I do. It simply is something that has to be done. Much like this next part. You were interesting, I'll give you that. Surprise an old soldier with a few things...but I'm not someone you should have ran into tonight. Hope you liked the cup of coffee. Doubt you'll get another anytime soon. So move it." He motioned at the door behind him with his head, rifle steady as he prepared to lead her down to the holding cells.
Fine. If he was going to take her to a cell, it had to be her fault. The only thing she could do now was go with him and obey.
Yeah, right. Her night was coming to an end and the fact that he planned on jailing her just meant her time was up. "I cannot stay, sadly. Maybe next time we can have hot chocolate, amigo." With a wave of her hand, she went invisible. She was hoping to save that skill for another time but it looks like she'd have to push things forward a bit. And since Soldier 76 did her the honor of moving closer and stepping away from the door, she sprinted out of the kitchen and down the hall.
The moment she vanished, he opened fire. The fact that his bullets whizzed into the wall meant that she was gone. "Dammit!" His head turned from side to side as he tried to pick up any sound to indicate that she had run off in one direction or another. When he thought he had caught the sounds of her footsteps, he dashed off in that direction. He knew she couldn't outrun him. No regular human being could anymore. His legs pumped and pushed but he didn't grow tired. His muscles didn't strain or get exhausted. Long as he had chosen the right path he believed she would be going, she was good as caught. "No point running! You should've come peacefully! Now we do this the old fashioned way, you hear me Sombra!" The chase had become more personal to him now. Before was business, but now? To try to outsmart him after playing so many games? This was about more than just doing what was right.
Two more seconds. Sombra was literally racing against her own time right now, hauling her ass down the stairs to the first floor. Thank god she knew the layout by heart and memory. One more second. The door was in her sight.
He had reached the backdoor far before anyone else could have in that moment, and his gun traced around the room. He flipped his visor to different modes, trying to locate her. She had to be coming this way, right?
And then she was out the door. This was the most her heart's ever been racing before. Normally, she has trouble even laughing, and here she was thrilled to be chased. Not so thrilled about potentially dying, but hey. Beggars can't be choosers.
The backdoor would make most sense to someone trying to escape...unless...He rounded on a console and flipped to camera views of the first floor front door. And there she was, slipping out just as she turned visible once again. What followed next was a frustrated howl...and then silence once more. The others would be stirring soon...and he'd have to explain this night, and why the kitchen wall had a set of bullet holes in them. But right now, he was marching himself to the archives. She had given him a name, and by God, he was going to look into everything about her for the next time she dared to show her face around here.