"Ugh..."

"Hey edgelord," Sombra said to a waking Reaper. She was hunched over her computer screen, working on stuff. Next to her, Reaper began to stir, groaning as his spine popped. "So, last night was interesting. Especially that part where you saved the dude you supposedly hate."

"I didn't save him," Reaper muttered. "When I was done with the omnic, I was going to kill him next... I just didn't want it to be stolen from me. Out of all the names on the list, he's the one I want to cross off personally."

"Right," Sombra said in a disbelieving tone, though she really did believe him. She could understand what he'd told her. And there was no doubt in her mind that he hated Jack Morrison. She'd only seen Reaper kill a former Overwatch agent once before, a spectacle she didn't want to see again. He'd taken the man's head and smashed it into the mirror ten times, before taking a shard of glass and slitting the man's throat with it. It was gruesome and unnecessarily violent. A simple neck snap would have been quicker and cleaner, and usually, with anybody else, that was how Reaper did things, but not with personal vendettas. "So, what now, boss?"

"We find out where they are," Reaper muttered. "And we kill them. Both of them. I'm done with this idiotic games."

"It's funny," Sombra said. "Every time you get close to killing him, something interferes. The first time, in Switzerland, the bomb went off before you finished him. Then, it was your captain. Now, a crazed omnic."

"Luck," Reaper insisted.

"Maybe," Sombra mused. "Maybe. Anyhoo, I can't find where they are. They've hidden themselves well." That was a lie. She knew exactly where they were; in the bakery. She wasn't about to Reaper that though. She didn't care whether or not Jack Morrison and Ana Amari died, but she didn't want the bakery's owner to die, or her daughter. They were innocent in every sense of the word. Plus, they made good cookies. Reaper probably wouldn't kill them, but she didn't want to take any chances. Reaper had killed civilians before when they'd gotten in his way. She'd not yet seen him kill a child, but she wasn't entirely sure if he was above that line or not. She was a little curious to find out, but not so curious as to test the theory. Reaper was fun to mock when he was in a calmer mood, but when he was already riled up, he was a dangerous, unpredictable beast.

"Fine," Reaper said. They both knew that Sombra was lying, but Reaper decided to put it aside for later. "Where's the omnic?"

"I don't know that either. Either it tore out it's tracker, or the tracker was damaged or destroyed. It was damaged when it fled... But the fact that it fled when it was damaged shows that it's getting smarter. Just how much did Talon upgrade it?"

"Too much," Reaper growled as he got up. His wounds from the previous night were still there. Reaper didn't heal naturally, he had to kill something, sap it's life force from it. Even a single cut wouldn't close up on it's own, though Reaper would never bleed to death. Sombra didn't really know if he could die or not. She had various bits of information from Talon's database. Reaper's cells had lost the ability to heal on their own, they were in a constant state of chaos, rapidly aging and yet mending themselves. But they couldn't just fix themselves just like that, they needed energy. Without energy, Reaper entered a state of what could almost be described as starvation. He'd get incredibly weak and would endure intense amounts of pain until he killed something, taking it's life force. It would be anything from a squirrel to another person. The larger the living object, the more life force. In some cases, after Reaper had killed multiple fulls, his whole form would start smoking, overflowing with the life force of others. When this happened, he'd move lighting fast, and bullets didn't even seem to faze him. When he was this full of life, he was truly horrifying. But it was harder for him to reach that point. Watching him struggle to get up, Sombra knew he needed something alive. Luckily, she'd planned ahead.

"There's a couple of mangy dogs outside," Sombra told Reaper. "I lured them in with some eat. Just, do it quickly." Sombra felt bad about killing innocent dogs, especially ones who'd looked up to her with eyes full of hope and adoration when she showed them she had warm, nice bowls of spaghetti and meatballs. Reaper grunted and staggered to the door, fumbling with the knob for a second before collapsing onto the street. Sombra waited tensely. She heard a yelp, scampering paws, then a couple of nasty snaps, before there was there was a faint sound, like wind blowing, only there was an unsettling whisper to it. Reaper entered Sombra's base again, fully restored. To her surprise, he sighed regretfully, as though he'd hated killing the dogs. Since she had little else to do, Sombra decided to explore this.

"So, how did those dogs taste? Was it... Doggone good?"

"Please, Sombra." Sombra's fingers froze on her keyboard. Reaper never said please.

"Hey Gabe," Sombra murmured. "Remember that time, a long time ago, when you and I first met? It was before you and me joined Talon."

"We never met before Talon," Reaper said.

"Yes we did. You probably didn't recognize me, but it was here, in Dorado. I was the green girl." Reaper fell silent, but thanks to the reflection of the computer screen, Sombra saw that he'd turned his head a fraction of an inch. He was listening. "I was in Los Muertos at the time, about 19 years old. The gang was different then, but it was coming to closer to what it was today. The gang was inching towards a civil war. Your Blackwatch team coming to Dorado was what started it all. It was just you, McCree, Genji and some other couple guys."

"Right," Reaper confirmed. "So, where was our interaction, then?" He was interested. They were actually bonding right now. However, the thought was so incredibly weird to Sombra that she immediately put it out of her mind.

"Hold on, I'm getting to that part," Sombra replied. "Oh right, I remember their names. There were 3 other guys, Jared, Leo and a french guy named Gerard. He wasn't actually an official part of the team, right?"

"No, he was," Reaper confirmed with a sigh. "He just didn't usually go out on field missions. This was an exception, though. This was just after Talon had kidnapped his wife, and since Los Muertos had dealings with Talon before, he was hoping they'd know something. Short story was-"

"-They didn't," Sombra answered for him. "Right. Anyways though, back to the story..."

11 years ago

"Right. We're heading into a near lawless city here. Gerard, I want you to stay with Jared and Leo. If and when an interrogation takes place, you can oversee it. Hell, you can do it yourself if you want."

Gerard Lacroix nodded, his face set in stone. Gabriel felt a twinge of sympathy for him. The man had lost his wife, and was worried sick. Who knew what was happening to her. He was braving this mission for her, even though he only had basic training with only a few guns. All he had on him now was a knife, a submachine gun with a laser dot sight and a pistol, as well as four smoke grenades on his belt. A black bulletproof vest with the Blackwatch emblem stitched on the shoulders would protect him from some gunfire, but it wouldn't save him. Gabriel had insisted he stayed behind, but Gerard wasn't having any of it.

The ship lurched a few time as the pilot brought it down for a landing on top of a building. The doors slid open, and the Blackwatch team clambered out of it. Genji crept out quietly and instantly took off, leaping across the rooftops, as he'd been instructed to by Gabe. The Los Muertos gang leaders were at a club tonight. Genji was meant to take out guards on the roof. McCree and Gabriel could handle those inside. Jared and Leo would follow behind, but their main priority was to protect Gerard.

"Alright, this way." Gabriel entered the building they were on through a door on the rooftop, quickly descending down the stairs to the lowest floor. It was a simple car dealership building, and as it was about 2 in the morning, it was closed. With McCree on his heels, (literally, bumping into Gabriel every time he stopped or even slowed down), Gabriel bent down low, crouchwalking as fast as he could through the mostly deserted streets of Dorado. They stuck to the allies, trying to attract the least amount of attention possible.

A few stories above and a few streets away, Genji had reached the strip club, which was across the street from him. There were two men on the roof, one peeing off the side, and another looking at a naughty magazine. This was going to be easy. Genji leaped up into the air, his metal legs giving him an extreme advantage. Once in the air, he landed on the tip of a lightpole for just a second, using it to launch himself in the air towards his enemies. Pulling out his sword in midair, Genji landed near the man taking a piss. With a swift swing, the man's headless body tumbled over the edge, down into the ally below. There a cat's frightened yowl in response to the headless corpse that had just landed in front of it, but nobody else on the street heard the sound, or else didn't react to it. The man with the magazine had heard the swing of the sword, and began to turn around, but he never even got his head turned a quarter of the way. Genji leaped over to him, stabbing him through the chair he was sitting in. The man groaned, but Genji quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, silencing him. He held it there while the life leaked out of him.

"Gabriel, the roof is clear," Genji informed Gabe, who'd arrived at the club.

"Copy that." Gabriel observed the assailants on the street. There were two men outside, standing in front of the doorway. "Genji, there's two in front of the door. Do a quick check and make sure there wasn't anybody else. Genji did so, and thirty seconds later, dropped down right on top of one of the guards, jumping off his head twirling in the air while throwing 3 shurikens at the other guard, which struck him in his chest. He staggered back, trying to raise his gun, but he fell onto his back. Gabe rushed over while Genji easily dispatched the other man, punching him in the gut and then stabbing him in the small of his neck while he bent down, gasping for air. Gabe reached the other downed gang member, placed his knee on his neck and held it there while the man choked to death. Strike Commander Jack Morrison words struck Gabe then. Alive if possible, Gabe. Yeah, right. That was one of Overwatch's rules. Blackwatch didn't have any. That was what made it the more powerful branch.

Gabe could hear the party through the doors. The DJ was playing some sort of techno music. The "club" was an old warehouse, with the only windows being on the roof. After circling around, Gabe found a backdoor.

"Alright, Jared, you take the lead on this one," Gabe ordered. Jared, Leo and Gerard were the only ones with silenced weapons. Genji's were technically silent, but his sword and shurikens had a red glow.

"You got it boss," Jared whispered. He placed his hand on the door and silently counted to three before quickly turning it and throwing the door open. On the other side, four men were playing poker, with a fifth by a door in the room, rolling a blunt. Jared raised his weapon, laying fire down on all of them. Leo did the same, aiming for the man by the door. One of the men got up as his companions were shot down, pulling out a small silver pistol, but Gerard fired off a few rounds, hitting the man in the chest. He staggered back, tripping over his chair and falling on the floor. The Blackwatch team quickly entered, shutting the door behind them and turning off the one light in the room. They were engulfed in darkness, with only the glow from Genji's mechanical suit to help them see.

"So, what now, boss?" McCree asked.

"All six of Los Muertos's leaders should be here," Gabe said. "One of them has to know something. There's no easy way to do this, so, McCree, you go in first, throw a couple flashbangs. Genji, you go up to the roof and drop down from above. Jared, Leo, kill anybody who isn't a civilian or a gang leader. Gerard, just stay put."

"Solid plan, I like it," McCree commented. Genji left the room, climbing up the warehouse and taking position up on the roof. Gabe counted down on his fingers, and the team burst out the door. Gabe fired off two rounds from his left shotgun into the air as they charged in, causing immediate screams and panic through the warehouse. There were lots of gang members, probably around 80 to 100, Gabe wasn't sure. He began firing away, killing everything in front of him. Something primitive and powerful seemed to take hold of Gabriel, and he lose all control. The change didn't go unnoticed by the others. McCree watched out of the corner of his eyes as his boss charged at a man, slamming into him and stomping on his face until there was nothing under boot but red mush.

Out of nowhere, a girl with the custom green, glowing los muertos tattoos ran up behind Leo. Gabe and McCree were turned away, giving her a chance. She brought her uzi up to his pine, and with a pull of the trigger, let loose a hail of bullets that shattered it in a matter of seconds. Leo let out an animal howl, staggering forward and holding his belly, which was spurting out blood like a damaged water fountain. He collapsed, shuddering horribly. The girl let him die in agony, choosing to focus on the others rather than end his suffering quickly. All around her was the corpses of those who had been alive mere moments ago; both civilian and gangbanger. The girl felt little pity for any of them. She paused, crouched, hiding below the gunfire. Several civilians were hiding under it as well, covering their heads with their hands. They'd come here for a good time, and now, they were at the risk of dying. Now that Overwatch was after them, was Los Muertos's reward higher than the risk?

The girl decided that it was not. She crouchwalked across the floor, towards a certain omnic, Jack Tulay. He was covering a girl with his arms, shielding her from the gunfire. He was one of the leaders of Los Muertos, and the girl's best friend, which was a less pathetic way of saying he was her only friend. Friends, with an nonliving creature. In a warehouse filled with gunfire and death, the girl laughed to herself.

"Jack," the girl hissed to her. "Take Maria and get out of here. After all this is over, if you aren't already dead... This is the the fuse for the powder keg. The others will kill you and all the other omnics."

"No," Jack replied in a monotone voice. It was deep and raspy, and had only a slight metallic tinge to it. "I have more faith in the group. If they ask me to leave, I will, but I won't abandon them."

"Jack, are you blind?!" the girl hissed. "We've been fighting about it for months now. The group's turning anti-omnic. You need to leave."

"Nah, amiga," Jack said with a shake of his head. "I need to stay. We need to stay, we need to take these guys out."

"Maria!" The girl begged. "Talk sense to him!" Behind Jack, two frightened eyes peeked at Sombra. Jack's wife, Maria. She was gorgous, wearing white sugar skull makeup on, with a painted black lips and blue skull eye lines around her pretty blue eyes, with flowing black hair that she let grow to her shoulders.

"I-I trust Jack," Maria whispered.

The girl stared at them in disbelief. Then she shook it off, and crawled past them. And just like that, she was gone, but not before taking an interested look at the man in center of all the chaos. Black bodyguard, with blood all over him, wielding two shotguns and roaring like a maniac. She tabled that image away in her mind for later. Maybe this man could be useful to her. Then, she left the warehouse, never to return to it or the Los Muertos group ever again.

"Shit, looks like we got 'em all," McCree stated.

"Not this one," Gabe growled, kicking a wounded man leaning against the wall. He had taken a bullet to the stomach, and had simply laid there, watching the carnage unfold.

"You in charge here?" McCree asked, bending down low.

"I am," the man confirmed. He was big, well over six feet tall, and packing some serious muscle. Not that that mattered anyways.

"Well, we're here to ask some questions," Jared said, stepping in. "And since you guys killed Leo, we're not exactly in a good mood. So you better awnser us pretty goddamn quick. Did your partner Talon tell you anything about a french woman?"

"No," the man said.

"Are you sure about that?" Gabe said, raising his shotgun's barrel to meet the man's eyes. "We can refresh your memory if you're not sure."

"No, they didn't tell us anything about that. Not that I'd tell you anyways."

"I believe you," Gabe said with a nod. He pulled the trigger, splattering the man's head all over the walls. McCree reacted first- and was the only one to do so, in fact, though Gerard gave a little shudder at the sight.

"What in the hell?! Gabe, you didn't need to kill that man!"

"Yes I did," Gabe said. "I had to. These are criminal scum, Jesse."

"I used to be criminal scum, Gabe," McCree said, getting up in his face.

"Then you're lucky I was in a good mood when I met you," Gabe replied in a scary calm voice. For a moment, McCree saw something else in his bosses's eyes. Something different. It was colder. It was all the things McCree hated about Gabe wrapped into one, without a trace of the good things he'd come to appreciate about his boss. He didn't like it.

Far away from the warehouse, the girl was in a bathroom in the bakery, washing off all her makeup. She looked up at the mirror, her hair tumbling down around her head. It was time for a new job. She sighed, pinching her nose. There was one she could think of. A small smile began to play on her lips.

"Huh," Reaper said with a grunt. "Technically, we didn't meet, because I didn't see you."

"I saw you though," Sombra said as she leaned back in her chair. "I saw the real you."

"You don't know the real me, Sombra," Reaper said softly. "And you never will."

"¡Eres un idiota!" A construction worker doubled over in laughter as his friend took a piss in the manhole that lead down to the sewers.

"Un hombre tiene que orinar cuando un hombre tiene que orinar," the man's friend replied with a shrug. They were in an empty street which was blocked off to traffic so that they could fix a few potholes in the road. As his friend finished up, the construction worker turned away, sniffling with laughter. Suddenly, he heard his friend, scream, cut short by a nasty snap. He whirled around to see a large, mechanical hand reach out of the sewers. He backed away, stuttering. The beast climbed out of the sewers, a mechanical him coming out of it. In it's hand, it held the limp body of the construction worker's friend, his head twisted completely around. The body slid from it's hand, dropping down into the sewers with an empty splash. The omnic stood high above the man, and slowly, a redhot sword extended from it's arm. The man fell down, raising his hands to plead for mercy, but it was for nought. With a quick slash, the man's body fell over, now just two large pieces.

Farther down the street, a smoker saw the whole thing and screamed, bringing out her cellphone and calling the police. The OR14 heard her and leaped after her, landing heavily on the spot she'd just been. She attempted to run, but the robot merely shot her down. Nearby, the owner of a liqour store came barging out, shooting at the omnic with a doublebarrel shotgun. The omnic returned fire, reducing the man to a smoking pile of bloody red meat. All around the robot, people were beginning to notice the terror standing in their streets. Doors were bolted shut, windows were closed. In the distance, sirens wailed. The OR14 watched as a police car swerved around the corner, approaching it rapidly. The OR14 jumped, flying through the air for a moment before it landed right on top of the car. The driver sailed out of the window, right into the waiting blade of the omnic. He gasped as the blade slid through his lungs. The omnic pulled him off with the other arm, flinging him to the side. It looked on down the street, where more civilians were attempting to flee. It leaped after them, determined to kill every living thing in sight.