Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
The door to Talon's interrogation room closed behind Widowmaker as the sound of her heels filled the base's hallway. Sombra walked just behind her. Sombra was one of the newer faces in Talon's organization, but that didn't change the fact that Amelie didn't like being forced to work with her; it hadn't even been that long, and she'd already learned how to get on the spider's nerves. It was something about her. Maybe it was the way she talked or how she conducted herself, but it didn't matter what caused it anyway. She just wanted to get this assignment done and over with.
As soon as they were far enough away from the room to avoid being heard, both of them stopped walking and turned to face each other.
"Ugh!" Sombra groaned. "It's not working. We've been at it for hours, and he won't say a thing no matter what I do to him."
Widowmaker casually inspected her nails. She spoke with her usual level of contempt towards the hacker. "I'll take over this time. You have no idea what you're doing."
"Well, you sound pretty confident. Engreído." Sombra replied. They'd been working together for a while now, and she'd grown used to her colleague's usual temperament.
"You were terrible in there. He's our captive; you're not supposed to be nice to him."
"I can't help it. He's just so cute."
"Cute?" Widowmaker looked at Sombra in disgust. "Ugh."
"Oh, come on, chica. Haven't you seen his face?"
The assassin was unamused and crossed her arms. "You're so unprofessional."
"You know, you really need to let go every once in a while." Sombra said like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world. Widowmaker didn't seem to care, however, and dismissed the hacker as she always did.
"Hmmm," Sombra thought for a second, keeping her friend's bitter mood in mind, "Hey! I have just the thing. He's not talking that much so why don't we try some 'alternative' methods and see if those work. I've never been one for doing things by the book anyway."
Widowmaker raised an eyebrow. "Alternative?"
"Yeah." Sombra said slyly.
"What are you on about?"
The hacker smiled mischievously. "Come on, Widowmaker. Even you should know. I'm talking about-"
Sombra paused.
"Oh, nevermind, what am I saying? It probably wouldn't work if you did it anyway. You don't have the skillset." she continued.
Widowmaker scoffed. "Hmpf! Please. My interrogation skills are better than yours."
Sombra laughed. "You're going to need more than interrogation skills for what I have in mind."
"Spit it out." Widow demanded, "We don't have all day."
"Okay, okay. All I'm saying is what if you went in there and messed around with him for a little bit?"
Widow's eyes widened and a look of astonishment flickered across her face. "There's no way you are serious."
Sombra snickered. "I am. What else is there left to try?"
"No." Widowmaker crossed her arms and looked the other way.
"What?"
"I'm not going to do that."
"Jeez, amiga. You're no fun."
Widow snorted. "I don't care."
Normally, at this point, Sombra would've given up trying to convince her blue friend, but this time, something in the back of her head told her not to. Once again, that same mischievous smile crossed the hacker's purple lips, and it was directed right at the assassin next to her. Widow didn't notice, she was too busy looking elsewhere. In a flash, nearly as quick as it came, Sombra's smile disappeared and hid under the act she promptly put on.
"You know what, you're right. You're not that good with this sort of thing, aren't you? I mean, what could you even do?" the hacker said in a critical tone.
Widow's gaze snapped towards Sombra. "What's that supposed to mean?" she shot back. "Of course I could."
As soon as she heard that, the suppressed smile, which had now turned into a smirk, tugged ever so slightly at the corners of Sombra's lips. It was almost impossible to notice. She had her now.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Sombra went on.
Widowmaker glanced over her shoulder towards the interrogation room and then back at her colleague. She narrowed her eyes. "Give me five minutes."