Widowmaker cracks her back, stiff from sitting in the same position for hours. But such is the life an assassin: hours in wait, patiently coiling her web, waiting for the precise instant for the kill...
"Hey hermana! Watcha thinking about?~"
The chipper voice in her earpiece twangs every muscle in Widow's body like an out-of-tune violin. She sets her teeth against one another, white bones clickety-clacking and she will absolutely not be perturbed by this.
"Imagining how beautiful your skull would be if I split it open and looked at it from the inside," she replies, trying and failing.
"Amélie," Sombra says, mock offense lilting her voice. "Not in public…"
Widow rolls her eyes, and pressed one back to her scope. If it's not the sores around her eye or the creaking in her back, it's the purring in her ear that makes her question if she actually loves her job.
"Where are you?" she asks. As long as Sombra is paying attention, she might as well get some information.
"Wouldn't you like to know," Sombra taunts.
"Yes. I would. That is why I asked." She adjusts her rifle, watching from where the deal is going to begin. "If you're not in position, get there fast. The mission is starting soon."
And it does. The deal goes as predicted, since when the troublesome weapons dealer shows her face, Widow puts a bullet right through it. Maybe her successor will be more cooperative with Talon's wishes.
The battle breaks out after that, both sides drawing guns while Widow looks on. She's able to pick off quite a few in the fight, but not as many as when a giant part of the warehouse rig falls and crushes the weapons dealer's men. Sombra's handiwork no doubt. The sound of crunching metal actually brings a twitch to the corner of her mouth, something that doesn't happen often even at her own kills. She blames the hacker for wiggling her way into Widow's affections.
She's still smiling, looking down her sights, when she hears the man behind her.
Her reaction time is too slow. As good as she is, no human could move fast enough to dodge the three shots from his rifle at point blank range. What she is fast enough to do is turn and see him, gun raised-
And witness his bullets freeze mid air.
It is wrong to say they disappear. More like they change, transforming into a shower of blood and electric purple as Sombra's cloak fizzles out. The hacker stumbles, completing the half step she's taken to get between Widow and her attacker, landing on her knees with the bullets in her gut.
The sight of a purple anime character suddenly appearing before him is enough to startle the man into hesitation. It's more than enough time for Widow to dispatch him, lassoing a cord around his neck and sending him crashing to the ground.
She means to kill him slowly. She really does. But too many years of training for the cleanest most efficient kill has left her unable to even get a little pleasure out of making him beg for his life. Pity.
Widow is on Sombra next, supporting her shoulders and helping her onto her back while the hacker tries not to cough up blood.
"Oh, Widow. Hola," she said as Widow held her carefully in her arms. "What are doing here? Is this not the little niñasroom?"
Widow opens her mouth, but for once found nothing biting she could say. The closest she can manage is, "what are you doing up here?"
Sombra smirks. Her eyes are already somewhat frosted over. "Believe it or not, the view up here is amazing. If you weren't looking down that gun all the time, you might notice."
Widow doesn't like the double meaning of that. She hates it.
She radios Talon. "We need extraction on the roof of warehouse B. One operative in need of immediate medical attention."
If it were anyone else who was to ask, they would be promptly ignored. Talon foot soldiers die on the ground, filling out their duty for a small salary and a chance to indulge their violent tendencies. But Widow is no grunt and Sombra is no normal mercenary and they will come for her.
They will.
Theywilltheywilltheywill…
"Don't do that mi pequeña arañ," Sombra says, idly reaching up to smooth the corner of Widow's face with her thumb. "You keep looking so worried, you're going to get wrinkles before you reach forty."
Sombra grins, a bit of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Widow's cradling her, hand on the wound—no, wounds—while the hacker makes jokes at her expense. This is too ridiculous. It can't end like this. Not by some random street thug in the right place at the wrong time. It's to sudden and-
"Why?" she demands of the little woman in her arms.
The smirk doesn't fall from Sombra's face. "Believe it or not, it was an accident. Saw a gun, stayed in visible, moved in the wrong sort of way to disarm him."
She lies.
It's so easy for her, Widow wonders how many words the hacker ever said that rang true. If she's ever had an honest moment in her life. Even now, dying here, she's a liar.
Liarliarliarliarliarliarliar…
"Liar," she whispers.
And for once it makes Sombra's mask slip.
Widow thinks of how she had been moving, appearing in the bullets like she'd taken an instinctual step forward. She must not have been to far away, a split-second decision, suddenly riddled with bullets while Widow finally looked up.
Sombra doesn't look at her when she says, "don't worry hermana. Won't make a habit of it."
And better to yell into the radio, hoping, praying if she were a different sort of woman, "I need extraction on the roof of-"
"We have your location Widowmaker. Stand by."
All the pain comes rushing out of her lungs. She looks down at Sombra's body, the one she's still holding together on will and pressed hands. Sombra smiles.
"See? Like I told you, nothing to worry about. Enjoy your crow's feet, love."
And it's all Widow can do not to smack her.
