With Sombra's computer set up she could start getting dirt on Katya. The arrangement was strange; however, Talon was relying on her to figure out the majority of the mission herself. The reason they had interrogated her, the trust issue, her payment all of this had to do with the unprecedented responsibility she would have. Talon knew nothing about Katya except what was publicly available. Katya was an immensely secretive woman and from Sombra's research she surrounded herself with a powerful and equally secretive entourage. For all their resources, spies and mercenaries, they would have to rely on entirely on Sombra. She was now in charge. Reaper knew it. Widowmaker knew it. Neither of them could shoot their way to Katya.

But there were a few things Sombra felt she had to get in order. Reaper was still officially in charge of the mission. The briefing was clear that he retained all executive authority in the mission. Earning his trust was key. This meant a gesture of good will.

Sombra posed herself in the mirror. "I hate to do it babies, they are my pride"

Her hive bots shuffled in response.

She took her shirt off and continued to inspect herself turning her back and looking over her shoulder. The skeletal tattoo spanned her entire body. She had gotten it in prison when there was nothing holding her life together besides Los Muertos. They meant everything to her, they had given her comradeship with strangers. But it was getting harder to go out with them. Los Muertos was shrinking. People with the tattoos were harassed by the cops and picked on by rival gangs. Deep down Sombra knew they were becoming a liability but she loved them all the same. When she felt she could not be herself Sombra would look in the mirror and she would become Queen of the Dead, they gave her power.

"I was just going to get these touched up," she said scratching her chest with her violet claw, "I can't believe I'm doing this"

Sombra slid her underwear partially off and inspected her pelvis. The tattoo continued on.

"This is going to suck," she sighed.

That day Sombra went to get her tattoos removed. She wasn't alone. Widowmaker covered her from the rooftops, ready to gun her down if it looked like she was fleeing.

"We have a lot of people coming in with your... condition," stated the nurse.

Cowards, thought Sombra.

"How extensive is it?"

"Ah well, it's my face, obviously, my back, my chest, my tits, then my stomach, my lower hip, my pelvis and then it goes lower to my-"

"We'll see soon enough," the nurse interrupted checking off multiple items, "your legs too?"

Sombra nodded.

"Feet?"

Sombra nodded.

The nurse shook her head as she marked items off on her tablet.

"Ok, I need you to put on this gown, the doctor will see you soon"

"Aye, this is taking forever!"

The nurse was gone, she disrobed and got into the gown. All this made Sombra terribly uncomfortable, she hadn't been to a doctor since she was in middle school. She was ready to bust heads if they asked too many questions.

"Ms. Correia," the doctor addressed Sombra.

She stared in thought.

"Ms. Correia?" he repeated.

"Oh sorry, was lost for a minute"

Sombra was surprised and mildly irritated the doctor was a man. Soon Sombra was sitting half-naked on an examination table. The doctor swallowed as he inspected her body feeling a distinct pang from being so close to Sombra but unable to have her. Sombra waited impatiently, somehow aware of his thoughts.

"Those... grafts, do they hurt?" he asked prodding her back.

"No"

"You don't want us to do anything about that do you?"

"No," Sombra sounded irritated, "just the tattoos"

"Was that done legally?" he asked skeptically.

"Yes. Why all the questions? Can you remove them or not?"

"Well, yes, we've just never had a patient with your case before"

"Just get it done!" Sombra snapped, "sorry, I just want them gone, bad memories"

She was lying, in fact she had scores of good memories of being in Los Muertos. It shamed her to take them off. She had loved her tattoos, especially in the dark surprising an unwary victim. It was her memento mori.

Well, if Talon goes south I can just get them done again.

"OK, normally we do this one section at a time and spread the treatment out over multiple days but you are in a rush and you say you won't mind the pain so we can do this all at once"

"Yeah"

"You don't mind being completely naked while we run the machine?"

"I said yes already! I'm naked now, do I look like I mind? Where's fucking the laser at? Just shoot me!"

In a few hours Sombra emerged from the office walking very stiffly covered head to toe in bandages. Widowmaker spotted her and chuckled to herself as she zoomed in her scope.

"Everything hurts," Sombra complained over her voice com, "my clit feels terrible"

"That will teach you to be so cocky"

"I heard that"

Back at the Talon aircraft Sombra was inconsolable.

"They said the risk of infection is massive"

Widowmaker snickered. Reaper stood silently.

"Hey, fuck you family, I did this for Talon," snapped Sombra, "it hurts to talk, you're lucky I'm even explaining this to you"

Widowmaker shook her head.

"Ah là là, I'm not the one who decided to turn my privates into a glow stick rave"

"Glow stick, that's very funny, chica. Why don't we try fixing the pigment of your skin with a massive laser, huh?"

"Everyone, shut up. Sombra, good choice"

"Yeah, now at least one of us can not look like a freak"

Reaper cocked his head to the side.

"Rein it in," he said before disappearing.