Talon base: who knows where
Sombra sat in front of a panorama of computers, in a small room with hardly any light. Her hands darted across the keyboard as she intercepted message after message, file after file. Every time she completed a job, Sombra's eyes flicked across the document, and she dragged it to the according folder. Ones for government leaders, company owners, and members of the old Overwatch. Suddenly, a large message appeared on one of her screens.
"Wait a second." Eyes narrowing, her voice pierced the otherwise silent room, and she looked at a video, titled, "The recreation of Overwatch"
"Oh boy," Sombra said. She sounded worried, a tone she rarely used.
Sombra quickly hacked the message, and read it. It contained a short clip read by Winston, the naive ape who was desperate for a job. She chuckled at the monkey in a man's suit, and picked up her phone.
"Doomfist," she said, her lip wickedly turned up, "I've got some news."