Sunny Side Up
And Sow the Wind

The plush leather chair sighed as the hacker leaned into it, the harsh pink glow of her HUD illuminating the darkness that crept among her office. Her world was quick to succumb to the pitch of night, hours fleeting to the stroke of a key. Most days were like this, sequestered to her own, of her own, plucking at the threads of every intricate web that tied the world together - and the days that weren't, spent unraveling their weave among the corporations that bid to rule. Every designation fixed to the spider's nest, where nature stormed silk thread influence and settled her eye on the power of bond.

'The enemy of my enemy…' they say.
And she certainly was.
The enemy.
But, she preferred –

"Sombra."
Reaper's voice was a graveled rub, somewhere lost between the realms, echoing on the memory of a ghost. It was steam in her earpiece, listing on its own wind, drawing her back to the task at hand.

"What's up?" her fingers danced through the air, rearranging the portfolio displayed before her. Screens shuffled at the flick of her wrist, worlds saturated in sigils of Blue and Red faction, set to the backdrop of the galaxy before her where the stars of modern Architech took their place. Floor plans read an overlay to her crude match where radar blips of color coded light marked each pawn set to the board. A secondary panel illuminated thirty-four separate views, all sliced from the cameras that monitored the off campus medical bay; and even still, as Talon commanded her attention, she stealed small glances to Korgath's realm where small bids steadily battened banks.

"I need you to pull all the medical files on Sani Brewer," Reaper said.

"Ah, I figured you might ask," Sombra said. Reaper's hesitation in the C Wing had piqued her own interest, after all, not many people gave him pause - and those that did, were often worth a more intimate look. A self centered sympathy bred interest and quite quickly Sombra found herself dousing the fires of every failsafe set to cut her course. Sani Brewer was as much a ghost as the former Blackwatch Agent - or at least, that had been Vishkar's intention.

She drew up the requested files on a pianist's grace, "You two got a lot in common you know. After what happened to Calado, this Brewer girl was taken by a Medtech named Patel. Severe crush trauma, fractures in both arms and legs, cranial and spinal fractures, observable paralysis in both legs," She tapped through each tab of report, " ¡Qué asco! They even have pictures!" she announced.

Reaper's impatient groan carried her back.

"Patel signed off on a Death's Certificate that day, looks like he took advantage of the situation. He used hard light to set her bones and rewire her nervous system. It worked, well, sort of," she drew up several more profiles, banks buried by Vishkar at the tragedy befallen Calado in hopes that Sani Brewer would remain there with it. "They're calling it 'Fibrodysplasia Entropican Progressiva', it says here that her cells started degenerating to a state of Hard Light, which makes sense based on what she told you. Her file is incredibly long, even by medical standards," she stated offhandedly before swiping the data file off screen and directing its traffic to the network that sewed through Reaper's mask. "What exactly are you thinking anyway?" she asked.

There was a momentary pause as Reaper considered the files, "Recruitment," came his curt response.

Sombra clicked her tongue in equal contemplation, "I mean, it is possible," she said, "But unlikely. You're talking about taking in some girl who was just nearly crushed to death by an entire building - two weeks ago! She's an iatrogenic disaster, probably more trouble than what it's worth, she might not even be able to walk!" She exhaled sharply as she orchestrated a change of scenery, directing the footpath of her Rogue between a miscellany of addons. "Buuuuut," she hummed a distant syllable, tapping her finger to her nose in thought, "Having an Architech on our side could prove...beneficial." Her words were careful, paced considerately to personal resolve. Vishkar was no longer some executive's reverie, but a physically attainable autocratic accomplishment. Hard Light had reshaped the world - and so too had it the people within it.

Some more so literally than others..
And this, Sombra recognized, was Sani's advantage.
Their advantage.
And with no ties to Vishkar, save the plastic med-band wrapped around her wrist, Sani was the perfect candidate to enlist alongside those other jilted fallouts.

"Alright," she said on a grandiose shrug of the shoulders, "You've sold me. How do you want to handle this?"

"Send an extraction team."

Sombra frowned and planted her hands firmly to her hips as she scolded the HUD before her. "Why would I send an extraction team when you are right there, culo?" Her accent laid words thickly as she threw her hand up in gesture. "Forty-five minutes from dispatch," she continued, "to finish a job you could do in five. Tell you what, I'll talk to her; And have her rendezvous with you outside the Laghari project..."

"I'm here to do a job," Reaper inned, "Not to babysit."

Playful irritation cut the temper of her voice, "Well, you know what they say," she conjured a library of song, snapped a tune to her play, pressed her finger to the volume slider and dragged it all the way up.

d You can't always get what you want,
You can't always get what you want, b

"Get to work, Reaperonni," Sombra's voice was barely audible amidst the cacophony of The Rolling Stones, "We haven't got all day." She flashed a devious grin to her aerial console.

A/N: I apologize for the short update, doing my best to try and sneak some fun in between my 60hr weeks =A=
Thanks to everyone who stops by, reads and/or favs! I very much appreciate it! ~