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They saw no one alive on their descent. Several omnic machines were blasted apart, while others (and some humans) seemed to be taken apart with a small cutting tool whose marks bore resemblance to a knife, and yet more seemed to be untouched but equally unmoving. When they got close to their destination, Ana held up here hand and signaled them to take positions outside the door. Mei prepared with her ice wall in case of ambush. Genji opened the automatic sliding door with a swipe of a keycard he had picked up off one of the guards. They rushed in and stopped.
Inside, could only be described as a massacre. The number of bodies they had found on the journey to the room paled in comparison to this.
“Where is she?” Yelled a very familiar voice that should not have been here. “WHERE! IS! SHE?!” The shouts of her name completely ignored. Ana tried, but failed to stop her daughter from approaching the figure in the room. Fareeha carefully made her way over the bodies, and laid her hand on the shoulder to get her attention. Lena spun around, knifes paused just nicking the skin but not enough to draw blood.
“We’ll find her.” Fareeha promised. Lena’s eyes narrowed. “We will,” she insisted again. Laughter came from hidden speakers before she could say anything else.
“I wouldn’t say that. We’ve hidden our asset quite well and while I could give you the exact location. You’d have to catch me first.” Movement from one of the viewing rooms gave away the location of the speaker.
“I hear footsteps coming this way,” reported Genji from his place near the doorway.
Fareeha assessed the situation, Lena looked at her questioningly appearing to be torn on whether to stay or go. But Fareeha made that decision for her.
“We got this, go.”
Lena didn’t need to be told twice and scaled the wall in a couple of blinks as Fareeha took a couple of well aimed shots to weaken the glass. Lena broke through to chase after the man who had spoken through the intercom.
“Let’s get out of here,” Ana said.
“No time,” said Hanzo pushing Mei inside. “We will have to make the stand, here.”
They readied their weapons at the door. But when the door did slide open, it was not by itself. The room had three other doors that all opened simultaneously with the first. As the party found themselves surrounded on all sides, they readjusted their positioning to deal with this unexpected turn of events.
Genji had his sword drawn ready to deflect any projectiles. Hanzo had a scatter arrow active and holding for a signal, the calculations in his mind already run through so none of his allies would be in the line of fire. Ana held her grenade waiting. Fareeha held two small custom made guns. Mei’s hand was inching toward her belt to give off the distress signal. Angela held her pistol in one hand and her staff in the other, ready for fight or flight as needed. Zarya simply laughed.
The leader was a tall black and dark blue clothed figure, and after Zarya stopped laughing, stepped forward gun at the ready. “Put your weapons down,” instructed a muffled voice from behind the helmet, male from the sound. No one moved to comply. “I said, put your weapons down. You are surrounded and outnumbered, no one needs to get hurt right now.”
Fareeha was not paying attention to him, instead she was more focused on the shadow that had moved above them. It had moved again just after the man had finished speaking.
“Okay,” she said turning her guns to the ceiling in surrender. Everyone looked at her questioningly. But one by one they lowered their weapons. The Talon soldiers also relaxed a fraction, no longer pointing their guns in the party’s direction.
“Kneel.” Ordered the Talon captain.
“Fareeha?” Genji said. “I assume you have plan.”
“No,” she responded. “Don’t move.”
In less than a second, the lights flared blindingly before they burst and plunged the room into darkness. A series of loud gunshots followed by slightly more silent thud came from the middle of their haphazard circle that they had created. By the time the emergency lights flickered on everyone in the room except the team was dead.
“Don’t move,” hissed a voice from the middle of their circle. No one listened, as they all instinctively picked up their weapons to point at the familiar growl. Ana was the first to react, firing her sleep dart at the shadow. “You missed,” the darkness growled as it slithered toward Fareeha. Unlike the others, she made no move to defend herself as it came closer. She felt a hand restrain her arms and cold metal against her neck. “Lower your weapons” rasped a voice. It, predictably, had the opposite effect as everyone tensed further. Reaper simply laughed. Fareeha rolled her eyes, she was already unhappy with his behavior earlier and they really didn’t have time for this.
“Uncle Reyes, this isn’t funny,” Fareeha said exasperated, he always did have a poor sense of humour. “We’re here to rescue Widowmaker.”
“But child,” Reaper replied, the intonation of the words was all wrong and it sounded like he was about murder her, “if that was your only mission then you have already succeeded in that aspect. Your team provided all the distraction that was needed.” He looked around, making a show of taking everything in, “I highly suggest that-” An explosion rocked the floor. His body language changed slightly but to one that Fareeha knew to mean it was time to work, “We should move.” He let her go and slipped under the hallway door.
“Let’s move,” Fareeha told the team as the door opened. She was not looking forward to explaining this later but now was not the time. Another explosion rocked the building as they made it down the hall where Reaper was waiting.
“I thought I told you to wait,” he snarled into his communication piece.
“Whatever you say,,” drawled a sarcastic female voice, “You know, it’s not my fault that Widowmaker’s little pet went off the deep end.”
“You were supposed to have that handled.”
“Dear, S eñor you doubt me?” Reaper could hear the tattle-tale sound of a distant blink. “Okay, so there might be a few problems. ANyway , gotta go, the crazy chica’s found me again. You owe me tequila for this. And none of that cheap stuff either.”
“Agh.”
“Friend?” Fareeha asked him approaching.
“Annoying co-worker,” he said as he led the group to the closest exit.
“And they’re still alive? You must like them,” Fareeha teased.
“Is now really the time?”
“You’re the one who encourage me to spend time with McCree.”
“Don’t remind me.”
As Sombra hung up her communications device, she teleported to her locator right as Tracer blinked into view.
“Mierda, that was close,” she swore going invisible. This was decidedly not her idea of a fun time. She ducked down breathing hard, this was more work than what Gabriel said it would be and she would charge him accordingly. Shorting out and running interference on the triggers Talon had implanted in Tracer had been a challenge worthy of her skills. But it had to be done in real time, while they were being triggered. Reaper had cautioned her that it would be tough and it might lead to some unforeseen consequences as this had never been attempted before.
Unfortunately, doing so had caused the idiot to go berserk and kill the Talon Handler that was supposed to take charge of her. But with no one to ground her Tracer had started killing people and omnic indiscriminately trying to get to Sombra. The hacker’s best guess as to why was because they had been briefly introduced and Tracer had taken an instant disliking to her. Granted, the crazy girl had taken an instant disliking to anyone who wasn’t Widowmaker.
A blade came into her peripheral. Sombra jerked her head out of the way and cursed inwardly as she frantically threw another teleporter. She really had to fix that shimmering that tended to happen briefly when she was fading out of view. She had to get to the Overwatch craft quickly or this cat and mouse game would end not in her favour. Estimated distance was about 10 meters to the exit, 5 meters to the corner then the next 5 would be easy. It was the next 1000 or so meters after that she would have to survive before backup could even be considered in range. Sombra peaked out from the corner just in time to see Tracer flash off the wrong direction. Shit. Sombra took out her gun and fired a series of shots while retreating to the next corner. That was bound to get her attention and maybe summon a few of the last living guards to this position to slow the crazy girl down.
For this size of an organization of so-called professionals, their electronic devices were ridiculously easy to hack. Talon had not asked her to improve their systems either because they didn’t trust her or… no actually that was probably it. Still, easy. As Sombra passed by the door controls, she hit a few buttons and darted out the door. The tattletale whirling noise just seconds behind her and several meters of open field before the edge of the forest. How the hell did she let herself get talked into this mess?