"Gonna miss them?" Timmy sat on Brian's bed, swinging his legs. He was short. But so was Brian. Hopefully he would get taller. Of course he would get taller, but he wanted to be taller than Brian. Not because Brian was bad for being short. He had no way of changing that, but he was still short.

"Timmy," Brian said again. That was one of the best things about Brian. He didn't really get upset when Timmy's mind went off track. He just brought it back. Sure he got mad sometimes. How could he not? They were brothers, after all.

"What?" Timmy blinked.

"Ah...don't ever change," Brian laughed as he ruffled Timmy's hair for a moment. "I was saying that I will miss them, sure. But I'm also looking forward to a little peace and quiet. Moira visited, then Sombra. McCree, Reinhardt and Brigitte…."

"I bet you will miss Brigitte most. You're in loooove," Timmy grinned impishly as Brian rolled his eyes and spun his chair back around.

"Little brother of mine, you are an asshole," Brian sniffed as he continued to lose terribly at the game he was playing. "She was nice. I'm not in love with her. Don't have time for that even if I was."

"Oh…" Timmy blinked, looking at the floor. He knew how much Brian sacrificed for him. He didn't go to any events in his school, he didn't join any clubs or ask out girls. He stayed at home, doing all the home things. He took Timmy out to the contests, made sure he ate, took him to see Efi. Timmy wasn't sure if Brian realized Orisa's interest in him or not. Not that Brian would follow up on it. He would just pass it off as not having the time. In fact, this time he spent with Bridgette was the most time he spent with...almost anyone, other than him, or online with .

Not what I meant, Timmy," Brian sighed, glancing back. "I know what you're thinking. Don't blame yourself. I don't regret a moment. Besides, I made a promise to mom and dad."

"'And you should never go back on your word'," Timmy nodded with a half smile. That was one of their father's favorite sayings. Or, at least he was pretty sure it was. The more time that passed, the harder it was to remember his parents. He wasn't sad by it. It was just how it was. Besides, he was having so much fun!

"Exactly," Brian laughed as the 'YOU LOSE!" screen popped up. "Dammit…."

"Fuck," Sombra spat as she skimmed over the operation that was set to take place. 'Soon'. In Numbani. She wasn't actually supposed to have the operation summary, she just stumbled on when she was reading Reapers mail. Dude was boring down to his undershorts.

From what she read, he and Widowmaker were already in the city, and had set off some sort of confrontation. The plan had been to get a riot of some sort by or against the omnics.

Unfortunately, with that failure they were being sent after the secondary target. And Sombra had no idea who that target was.

With a grimace, Sombra knew what she had to do next. She just hated talking to that woman. She was creepy as fuck, and her connection to Brian didn't exactly make Sombra feel any better.

A small holo-screen popped up before her, showing Moira's scowling face. "What?" she spat.

"No time for pleasantries," Sombra fake smiled. "Do you know anything about what's going down in Numbani?"

"What? No," Moira's eyes widened slightly. "Why?"

"Because something is going down in Numbani," Sombra's eyes rolled. "Seriously woman, keep up."

"I assumed, seeing as how you asked if I knew anything," Moira scowled more, if that was possible. Which it clearly was, seeing as how she was doing it. "Why don't you have more information, aren't you supposed to be the world's best hacker?"

"Don't be stupid," Sombra waved off the woman. "Of course I looked. Doomfist doesn't always send things over the net. Hell, he still uses pads of paper and pencils."

"This is not good," Moira's scowl turned more to one of concern. "I have to get the boys. Do we at least know how much time we have?"

"Reaper and Widowmaker are already there. They tried to do something, but it didn't work, so they are supposed to move on the secondary target," Sombra sighed as she tapped her purple fingernails on her table. "Other than that, I have no idea how much time they have."

"Hmmm…" Moira stood for a moment, her chin in her hand. "Let's not scare the boys yet. Let us look into the matter and proceed from there. I really don't need to try to put them on a plane and have it end up like Doomfist's last visit to the city."

"Sounds like a plan," Sombra nodded. "I'll keep digging. Somebody has to know something."

"Are we sure he will be there?" Reaper's raspy voice carried through the small warehouse the Talon agents had taken for their current base of operations.

"'Ave course," Widowmaker sniffed. "The omnic idiot is being watched closely. There is no way he would suspect one of his own fellow monks would betray him. He will be here in one week. He already has an appointment to meet with that little girl with the robot, Efi."

"Yes….and killing them together will draw more attention," Reaper nodded. "We do it as brutally as possible. Make a mess, and drag out the suffering. We can shift the blame to the omnics and crack this stupid city like a rotten nut."

"Good. Then I am going to get supplies," Widowmaker turned on her heel and headed for the door.

"You're still looking for the boy, aren't you," Reaper almost laughed at his companion's determination. "You do remember that Akande said to let it go."

"Non," Widowmaker stopped to almost look over her shoulder. "He said that it wasn't a priority and that it will not interfere with our mission. And it shall not. I have time to spread my web."

"Don't let me stop you, then," Reaper's raspy laugh was the last thing Widowmaker heard as the door closed behind her.