Chapter 03: Beach Episode

It was a rather sunny day, and conveniently on this sunny day three particular members of Talon all had a day off. Because of this fortunate convenience, or unfortunate depending on who's opinion you asked, one of these particular three members decided it was time to do something fun.

"Sombra, I'm not going to the beach," Reaper insisted, arms crossed as he looked at her through narrow eyes.

"Oh come on, Gabe, can't you learn to relax once in a while?" Sombra asked as she came to sit on the counter next to him. Reaper shook his head in annoyance and went to go and get himself a coffee.

At the same time Widowmaker strolled into the kitchen, still in her pyjamas. Sombra instantly leapt off the top of the counter and ran over, linking her arm through Widowmaker's. Widowmaker scowled and expertly untangled herself and told Reaper to make another coffee.

"What's got her so excited?" Widowmaker asked.

"She wants to go to the beach," Reaper huffed.

Widowmaker looked back at Sombra and raised a single eyebrow. "Why do you want to go to the beach?"

"Because it's sunny, obviously," Sombra said, pulling up the blind. Both Reaper and Widowmaker flinched as sunlight filled the room, before shooting Sombra dirty looks. Sombra merely shrugged.

"I haven't been to the beach in a long time," Widowmaker then said as she looked out the window. It might be fun."

"Amelie, you can't be serious," Reaper groaned.

"But we could get ice cream," Sombra pointed out.

"No," Reaper insisted.

"We could build sand castles?"

"No."

"There will be a lot of cute girls."

"Double no."

"...Cute guys? Cute blonde guys?"

Reaper contemplated this for a moment. "...Fine."

Sombra winked at Widowmaker, who'd been watching the entire exchange with an eyebrow raised. With a sigh she shook her head and left the room with her cup of coffee saying, "Let me find my swimming costume."

"Can I watch you get changed?" Sombra asked hopefully.

"No!"

Sombra looked back at Reaper, who was frowning back at her. "Don't worry, I don't want to see you get changed. Not my type."

"Good," Reaper huffed as he sipped his coffee.

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A few hours and several arguments, tantrums, and bribes later, the trio found themselves standing at the beach. Reaper'd had to drive them down since the other two had never bothered getting licences, though this did beg the question how did Reaper, a Talon agent, even get a licence? Not that the two women cared about trivialities, as long as they didn't have to walk.

After a lot of arguments about where to park (there was a lack of space because it was fairly busy), they had finally pulled up to the beach and piled out of the car. There was yet another argument about who would pay parking, since Reaper refused as he had driven them down (Widowmaker eventually agreed to pay for the parking ticket, as long as Sombra paid for the ice cream), and finally they gathered their things and headed onto the sand.

Widowmaker was wearing a skimpy bikini, Sombra was wearing a swimsuit that was a little more modest, whilst Reaper had opted for black shorts and his skull mask.

"You realise you look like an idiot?" Sombra told him.

"I don't like showing my face in public," he replied. She snorted and let the issue go.

And so their day at the beach began.

It started with Sombra and Widowmaker taking a dip in the sea. Reaper had opted to sit under their umbrella and guard their towels as he read the horror book he had recently bought (which was actually a sappy Spanish romance in disguise, but he didn't want to admit that to anyone).

Widowmaker and Sombra started out simply enjoying the cold water and playfully splashing each other, until Sombra pushed Widowmaker under an oncoming wave. This resulted in an all out war between the two of them, that ended up with Sombra somehow managing to claim Widowmaker's bikini top and run say with it. Widowmaker had to sprint after her with one hand covering her chest, screaming in French as Reaper pretended not to know them.

After Sombra and Widowmaker calmed down the pair decided it was time to sun bathe, and relaxed back on their towels, as Reaper continued to read. Despite being absorbed in the story (he was just getting to the good part), he was aware of two men standing not too far away, ogling both Sombra and Widowmaker. He kept an eye on them, to make sure they didn't do anything obscene.

When one of them finally pulled out their phone, about to snap a picture, Reaper leapt up from where he was, his book falling to the sand, and charged towards the two men. A chase around the beach followed, with Reaper waving around his shotguns, and it ended up with Reaper tackling one of the men to the sand and wrestling him until he conceded to give up his phone. When the two men receded, Reaper jogged back to where the other two were sitting and continued to read, only after a high five from Sombra.

To celebrate Reaper beating up to two perverts, Sombra mentioned it was about time to buy some ice cream. Reaper simply stood there with his cone and watched the ice cream melt, since he was still wearing his mask. Widowmaker surprised Sombra by shoving her ice cream in her face. Sombra wailed in annoyance and yet another chase commenced, this time being Sombra tailing Widowmaker. Reaper shook his head as he watched and bought the pair more ice creams for when they calmed down.

Finally, the three of them were all relaxing on the beach, ice creams in hand, umbrella protecting them from the sun, Reaper's book still covered in sand. Everyone that had once been sitting around them had vacated, leaving them with a wide open area to relax in. None of them complained: they all quite liked people leaving them alone.

Just as they were all thinking the shenanigans from earlier could be left behind, Sombra found herself being hit square in the face with a ball. Her ice cream fell onto the sand, and she stared down in horror as it melted away.

"M-my ice cream..." she mumbled in despair.

Reaper sighed and snapped his book shut. "I'll go beat them up for you."

"You can't," Widowmaker said as she looked over to where the ball had come from.

"Why not?" Sombra demanded.

Widowmaker nodded over at who had kicked the ball in Sombra's face, and both Sombra and Reaper looked over, sighing when they saw a group of young children.

"Can we have our ball back...?" one of the kids asked, their face freakishly pale as they looked at the three Talon members.

Reaper took one look at them and without says another word, flattened the ball with his hands. Letting the deflated ball fall to the ground, he yelled as the kids to scram, and they all scampered away faster than Tracer could blink.

"That should do it," Reaper said as he sat back down.

"But my ice cream is still on the sand," Sombra muttered. With a roll of her eyes Widowmaker got up to go and get her a new ice cream.

All was fine again, or so they thought. Just as Sombra went to eat her new ice cream she found herself being hit in the face with a ballet again. Her ice cream fell back down to the sand, and she went on a short rant in Spanish.

"All I want to do is eat an ice cream!" she snapped as she leapt to her feet, looking around for the perpetrator.

Standing not too far away was the group of kids from earlier, this time with a large pile of balls at their feet. One of them picked up a ball and lobbed it at them, hitting Reaper in the side of the head.

"Are they seriously trying to pick a fight?" Reaper grumbled as he stood up.

"This is for destroying our ball!" the first kid snapped as he threw another ball.

With Sombra and Reaper now both riled up, they kept picking up the balls that were thrown their way and threw them back. This eventually escalated into a nearly full blown dodgeball war, with even more youngsters joining the kids' ranks by the second. Of course, only Reaper and Sombra were the only two members on their team, as Widowmaker had rolled her eyes and decided she would rather not participate in what she had referred to as 'a petty fight'.

Reaper was left on assault duty as Sombra built a sand fort for them to take cover behind, and also to protect Widowmaker as she went back to sunbathing. The kids were far quicker at building their fort as they had more on their team, but Sombra fancied herself to be better at it, so their fort was destroyed at a far slower rate than Reaper managed to bring down the kids' one.

"Reaper, I hope you realise the parking ticket runs out soon," Widowmaker said, already having finished packing up their things. "I know we're criminals and already avoid paying the bills, but let's please avoid a potential fine."

Reaper swore, and with his attention diverted a ball hit him straight in the mask.

"Is it about time we bid a hasty retreat?" Sombra asked, ducking down behind the sand fort.

"We better do," Reaper grumbled. Getting up to his feet he yelled out at the kids, "We'll be back for revenge for that ice cream!"

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard you say," Sombra sniggered as she too got to her feet.

"We'll be back too for revenge for our ball!" the kids called back.

Despite having looked incredibly annoyed earlier, the kids actually looked like they were having actual fun by that point. They were grinning like idiots and cheering that they had won (they counted Talon's compulsory retreat as a loss), slapping each other on the back as they started to gather up the remainder of their balls.

Behind his mask, Reaper frowned. The kids weren't supposed to be happy, they were supposed to be scares, they were supposed to-

That was when Reaper found himself being hit in the mask once again with a ball.

Before he could yell and swear at the kids again, Widowmaker dragged him away, and Sombra trotted along behind, waving goodbye to the kids, and asking the other two if they could stop off at the super market to buy a tub of ice cream on the way back.

Depending on who you asked, their trip to the beach was either successful, or a disaster that should never happen again.

A/N:

It's been too long. I've had this 'beach episode' sitting around my documents for an eternity. I'm so far behind, Doomfist AND Moira are already out now. Talon's days off are going to get a lot more chaotic.

~Kate