The cool air complemented the tense atmosphere that surrounded the two women and the act the taller party had just committed, straight through the skull out on a busy street her target fell, bleeding out in front of innocent civilians whom were now speckled with blood and brain matter. It was a dirty job but someone had to take out the trash for talon.
Sombra had been on guard for the sniper, making sure nobody spotted her up on the rooftop glaring into her scope sifting out talon's enemy in the bustling groups of bystanders, Sombra had always been good at silently taking out nuisances just like Amelie, though she wasn't armed with a sniper rifle but her SMG and her hands, she preferred to use her hands when it came to stealth, of course, her sub machine gun was only used when she felt like it was appropriate.
The talon agents were now far away from the chaos widowmaker had caused, currently waiting for one of talon's signature black-as-night aircraft's to pick them up and bring them back to Headquarters, though this would take a while, and the two sat together by the landing, the shorter of the duo attempting to pass time by discussing random topics.
"Sooo how'd ya think he got the name doomfist? Eh?" Widowmaker rolled her eyes as Sombra nudged her shoulder with her elbow, giggling like a child all the way through "his left hand is gone, his right one has a gun built into it, Sombra." "N'aww you're no fun! Humour me for once will ya?" "Make a joke that's funny, then" widowmaker responded, not a hint of emotion in her monotone voice. Sombra scoffed, in a playful sort of manner, and propped her chin up in the palm of her hand.
"Okay, how's about...my life?" "unexpectedly dark but alright." "I thought you liked dark humour." "You think The one that doesn't feel any emotions towards anything except the thrill of killing somebody likes jokes?" "True, true."
Over the past few months, widowmaker and Sombra had been put on many of the same missions, from simply meeting with other members to entering enemy territory and taking out targets, the pair seemed to start trusting each other more and more as the days went by, and it had gotten to a point where Sombra could even say that she was fond of the cold-blooded sniper's sly remarks, her agility and strength, and how she managed to find a way out of the most dire situations, the hacker truly admired her.
Suddenly, Sombra felt a thorny pressure in the back of her throat and shivered, coughing up a racket into her fist, voice now a lot more husky and strained, Amelie raised an eyebrow as Sombra continued to keep on coughing, eyes clenched shut and sides heaving, making quite a fair bit of noise much to widowmaker's displeasure.
"Are you alright?" Questioned the sniper, Sombra responded weakly "y-yeah I'm-" she wheezed once again, and let out a final cough into the palm of her hand, a sticky wet fluid dribbling in between her fingers, accompanied by the touch of something thin and soft.
"I-I'm, I'm fine." "Hmph" widowmaker turned her head towards a descending shape with the oh so familiar talon logo marking its side, Amelie got to her feet and picked up her rifle, not bothering to beckon Sombra to come with, and simply strode towards her destination.
For a moment, Sombra glanced up at the ghostly blue form of her teammate, and then her attention was shifted to the contents that were clutched in her fist, with hesitation, her fingers parted, and she was greeted with the sight of a shining maroon pool, strings of phglem, and a few distinct purple orchid petal's clinging to the mixture of bodily fluids coating her palm.