Hey! Another shorter chapter but to keep up with my weekly schedule I needed to compromise. Hope you all enjoy it!
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"Sombra!" Reaper yelled, finally locating the hacker after she left the dinner table.
Sombra was accompanying Amélie to her room, conversing about what it felt like not being a blue skinned, cold hearted assassin. They were interrupted when they heard the raspy voice of their favorite living shadow, screeching down the hallway. He seemed pissed. About what? They would find out soon enough. Reaper marched up to Sombra, shoulders hunched like broken branches, his foot falls echoing with each step.
"Oh! Hey, Gabe!" Sombra replied, unmoved by her hooded friend's hostile demeanor.
He stopped two feet in front of her, "You know something about me. What do you know?!" Reaper demanded, pointing a finger so edgy, the tip threatened to pierce Sombra's nose. She blinked twice, eying the point of Reaper's index finger, then remembered what he was talking about.
"Ooh. You mean about your ghosting problem!" She said, pushing the finger away.
Reaper did not appreciate Sombra's clueless facade. The fact that it was her she needed to talk to was already a nuisance.
"What. Do. You. Know," he asked.
"Eh… the details are a little fuzzy..." Sombra fibbed, egging him on even further.
He'd had enough. Reaper choked Sombra's coat by the collar and pulled her so close, she had to lean back to keep from kissing his mask. Sombra felt as if her soul was going to be ripped out of her.
"Tell me!" he ordered, making Sombra flinch at the volume of his voice.
"Gabriel!"
Before anyone could say another word, Amélie put herself between the two, pressing her hand against Reaper's chest and shoving him back. He staggered backward, stunned by his partner's reaction. Then he remembered; she wasn't his partner. Amélie faced Reaper, keeping her back towards Sombra, akin to a lioness protecting a cub. Sombra stared and could only muster one word, "… Woah,"
The emotion disgusted Reaper. Why did Doomfist do this to her? He ruined a perfectly good colleague. Though, that wasn't something Reaper wanted to speculate on. All he cared about was what Sombra knew about his condition. He threw up his arms half way, signaling Amélie to calm down. She obliged by nodding and stepping aside, gesturing Sombra to speak.
"Well..." she began, "I don't know everything. But, what I do know if that this-," she waved her finger at Reaper, lazily, "was caused by Project: Resurrection,".
Reaper almost flinched at the mention of that name. Resurrection. It was years since he heard that word. It was such a well kept Overwatch secret, that Sombra's mentioning it felt like an invasion of privacy.
"How the hell do you know about that?" he growled.
Sombra raised an eyebrow, "Uh, world's greatest hacker, Gabe?"
Reaper rolled his eyes and gestured her to continue.
"Anyway. After you blew up the Swiss base, Talon found you and Angela Ziegler. They forced her to complete the project and test it on you,"
That last sentence hit Reaper in the gut, like a blast from a helix rocket. The doc tested it on him? Did that means he really died? Did she know who he was this whole time? Too many questions. He'd find her and have them all answered.
"So," he started, "we find her and she fixes what she screwed up,"
"That's the plan," Sombra nodded.
Reaper ran his hand over the top of his hood, realizing an immediate problem.
"She could be anywhere by now. We'd have to wait for another lead,"
Sombra tapped her lips, recalling something she had read in the Overwatch agent database. A smirk crawled onto her face as she remembered.
"We may already have one," she said.
Reaper's head swiveled to face Sombra, a twitch of hope ticking in his chest.
"One of our targets was an understudy of the good doctor," Sombra continued, "Maybe we could squeeze something out of him?"
Hope wasn't something Reaper was accustomed to, being a man who preferred shooting his way to victory. However, in that moment, those words made him want to get on his knees and pray, maybe even kiss Sombra's shoes. Of course he wouldn't, but he was damn close to doing either those.
"It's worth a shot," he replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"Like hitting two birds with one stone," Sombra said, colliding her fist into her open palm.
Reaper turned on his heal to head down the hall, towards the ship.
"Unless one of them flies away. Come on," he barked, waving Sombra over.
Sombra and Amelie side glanced each other, the former giving a small shrug and asked, "You comin', amiga?"
"I think it would be better if I go on my own mission," Amélie replied, hesitation dripping from her voice, "Besides, I doubt he wants me around anyway,"
The two watched as Reaper turned the corner, out of their line of sight. Sombra rolled her eyes. Either Reaper was going to get over it or Amelie was going to go blue again. Sombra couldn't tell which she'd prefer. She was used to the cold, monotonous Widow she knew, but Amélie was more lively (and pretty hot without the blue skin, Sombra had to admit). She decided to let fate handle things. She had other plans.
"Eh, suit yourself!" she said, and bolted to catch up with Reaper.
Amélie watched as Sombra also disappeared behind the corner of the hall. For the first time since she last saw Gerard, she felt alone.
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sorry for the shorter chapter. Some depressing shit from the past showed up again and heh. I just wanted to post up what I had. A day late. My bad! Hope you all enjoy it!
