Sombra sits at the desk of her computer room. It's dimly lit, brightened only by the faint, purplish glow from her many computer monitors.
She accesses her newly hacked files from IMB Armaments, and brings up various images. One of them shows IMB Armaments personnel delivering a weapons shipment to ProtoNic Security outside the security's warehouse.
Sombra pulls up another image detailing a satellite view of the city, titled, "Dropoff Locations."
"Hmmmm. Now what do we have here? This happened... no more than two weeks ago?"
Sombra continues scanning through the archive of files. "And they just had that alleged robbery, didn't they? Every last gun missing."
She pulls up an email between the head of IMB Armaments, and an undisclosed recipient.
"S,
"This is an automated message confirming the delivery of our packages to your employees. Within 48 hours of this message being sent, we will contact you to confirm the packages have been placed at their designated locations."
"Mierda," she sighs. "So that's how that recent shootout happened. I'm thinking crime equals demand for more guns, then for more security, blah blah blah, they both get richer and live to get fat and old while everyone else dies. Now I get it. So then..."
Sombra pulls up another image, showcasing dozens of mechs lined together within a factory. They resemble the mechs currently employed by the police. Only these are solid black, and equipped with far more guns.
"This also explains their newest gift to the police. 'Riot-Control' they call it. Electro-shock grenades, tear gas cannons... anti-missle armor? Along with some other weapons you wouldn't use to keep the peace..."
Sombra swipes away the files and turns in her chair with hands behind her head. "Madre de dios, it's like they're trying to cause anarchy at a record-breaking speed." A slight smirk quickly forms. "Wonder how much it's worth keeping this information private."
Sombra uses her gloves to create a screen showcasing her dozens of contacts, and lands on a 'Robert Shaw.' She compresses some of the files into a message to him, with the header reading, "We need to talk ;)"
The nightly city plaza. The area is littered with dozens of passersby, and a large, elegant fountain at the center. Countless streetlamps illuminate the plaza in their brightly yellow cloud, with several skyscrapers off in the foreground.
Robert Shaw sits alone at one of the fountain's benches. He's a middle-aged man, with slick, grayish hair combed back, donning a full suit jacket and tie. His squinted eyes stare straight ahead into empty space, as his hands deeply clench atop his knees.
His phone begins to ring, and he quickly pulls it out from his jacket pocket.
"So happy we could have this conversation," Sombra says over the phone.
"That only makes one of us," Shaw finishes through gritted teeth. "What. Do. You. Want."
Sombra is at a nearby skyscraper, aiming a sniper directly at Shaw's head as she speaks through her earpiece. "Oh, lots of things. A cute puppy. A fancy car. A nice banquet for dinner..." A sly smile forms on her face. "And with just a tiny contribution from you, all those things could be mine. Or..."
"Or?"
"Or those nifty little files spread across the entire country—the entire world, in less than 24 hours, amigo. And if you're not in the giving spirit, there's plenty of black market customers for some of the other dirt I found on you, too."
Shaw immediately scans the area, his eyes darting across every corner of the plaza. "And how do I know you won't just leak the information anyway?"
"Ay, güey, calma, calma. We can be friends, yes? We can help each other. I could always use more nice things, and you could maybe use a little info on any competition."
Shaw slowly lowers his head so his mouth is covered by the collar of his jacket. He quickly presses mute on his phone and whispers, "Do you have eyes on the target?!"
On another skyscraper across from Sombra, lies Widowmaker, watching Shaw through her visor as she steadies her scope. Behind her lies a masked, dead woman clenching a rifle as her pool of blood slowly seeps out.
Widowmaker quickly scans the skyscrapers opposite of her, and notices Sombra's lone heat signature. "Yes. Target acquired."
Shaw begins to smirk and resumes the audio on his phone. "You'll have to understand if I don't think this 'friendship' is mutually beneficial. You are a thief, after all. I'd be a fool to trust you."
"Hahaha, interesting choice of words, hipócrita. Just like those gangsters 'stole' all your weapons, too, huh? And let's not even get into the millions your company took last year in fraud alone."
"You keep talking like you have the upper hand here."
"And you do?"
"This may surprise you, but I didn't come here to negotiate."
"Ay, please, spare me the threats. You think I don't know there's a few of your security dressed as civilians down there? But, oye, interesting choice of words yet again. I didn't come for negotiations either. If my hunch is right, you're not gonna use a teeny amount of your dirty money to make all this go away, huh?"
"The first correct thing you've said this entire exchange."
"I'll add another truth, then: tu es muerte, pendejo."
With a steady pull of the trigger, Sombra's shot instantly pierces Shaw's skull, and his body slowly slips off the park bench.
Widowmaker stands shocked, and the crowd below erupts into a roar of panicked screams and scattering citizens.
Sombra drops her sniper rifle and rests her hands on her hips. "Hmph. Shame. Guess I'll have to make some other friends."
Widowmaker realigns her sniper on Sombra's position and thinks, "What type of woman is she?" She slows her breath and begins to pull back on the trigger. As she does, Sombra vanishes into a purplish light. "What?!"
Widowmaker immediately scans the nearby area with her visor in search of Sombra. "Allez, montre-toi." One the other side of the skyscraper at street level, Sombra reappears at her translocator. "There you are!"
Widowmaker fires her grappling hook into a nearby skyscraper, and swings toward Sombra's location. She alternates her grappling hook between buildings as her light body quickly soars through the air, and over the dozens of running citizens below.
With one last swing, she lowers the cable to angle herself more at street level. She jumps from the swing and easily lands on the sidewalk among the scattering people. Without wasting a second, she sprints for Sombra's location and catches her running through the crowd.
Widowmaker removes her visor, and switches her rifle to automatic fire as she attempts to steady her aim in-between the passersby. She fires a quick shot, but grazes a man's shoulder that walked in front of her.
The man collapses on the ground as he and many around him begin to shriek.
"Merde!" Widowmaker curses.
Sombra turns and immediately spots Widowmaker who is now glaring at Sombra. Sombra quickly dashes away towards a nearby alleyway on her left, and Widowmaker gives chase.
Sombra runs through the narrow, deserted alleyway and lobs her translocator as high as she can manage onto the roof above. As she finishes her throw, Widowmaker reaches the alleyway, and immediately fires several rounds in Sombra's direction. Sombra barely activates the teleport in time, and the bullets pass through her dim, purple silhouette.
"Adiós, idiota, hahaha."
Widowmaker fires her grappling hook at the roof, and quickly zips up to the rooftop.
"No manches!" Sombra yells, and fires her smg at Widowmaker.
Widowmaker dives away from the fire as Sombra activates her cloak and sprints off. Widowmaker unleashes a quick burst of rounds at Sombra's last location, but no response.
She dashes toward the direction Sombra took off in and equips her visor. "You can't hide from me." She spots Sombra's heat signature jumping across to the next rooftop. Widowmaker immediately follows behind her, and jumps to the next roof.
As soon as she lands, she continues her run after Sombra while steadying the scope at Sombra's back. Sombra glances over her shoulder, and instantly jumps to the side as Widowmaker fires another short burst.
Sombra returns fire with her smg, but the nimble Widowmaker easily dives away from her reckless fire. Her cloak is now broken, and she quickly aims her smg at the approaching Widowmaker, who still has her own crosshairs trained on Sombra.
Widowmaker creeps closer and closer toward Sombra, as Sombra slowly backs away toward the roof's edge.
"Uh, look," Sombra jests, "if it's about money, I'm pretty sure you're not getting any from the late Robert Shaw. Why not do the smart thing, save the ammo since you've wasted plenty already, and walk away."
Widowmaker smirks and replies, "Cornered like the prey you are, you attempt to defend with words. As pitiful as it is ineffective."
Sombra nervously chuckles and says, "Okaaaay. Score one for Team Creepy. So I take it ProtoNic wasn't your employer, since you haven't put that gun down?"
"I've more reasons than you might ever understand. A huntress does not end her hunt once it's begun, no matter the reason. That final breath—the deadly quiet before the kill?" Widowmaker strengthens her grip and whispers, "These are the moments I live for."
Sombra immediately jumps over the roof just in time to dodge Widowmaker's shot. Widowmaker rushes over to see Sombra, who waves goodbye as she teleports.
"Dammit!"
Sombra reappears on the rooftop above the alleyway, and rushes down the fire escape's ladder to return to the streets below. Reactivating her cloak, she heads back into the main street of scattering people, as blaring sirens begin their approach.