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[center][color=6F81D1][h1] Selena Grace Reyes [/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Talon Headquarters - Los Angeles; California.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Peacere ([@Kaithas]), Sampson ([@Tominas]), Ceridwyn ([@Caits]), Adala ([@Argetlam350]).
[b]Mentioning:[/b] Sombra ([@MiddleEarthRoze]).[/sup][/color][/center]
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*beep beep beep*

The sound was constant… annoying. Oh, for fucks sake; why couldn’t that thing just shut the hell up already. About ready to throw her communicator clear across the other side of her bedroom, Selena threw the covers off, a clearly unappreciative and exceedingly unamused groan falling from her lips as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, her hand shooting out to grab the stupid contraption so that she could see just what it was that couldn’t wait the next few hours. Honestly; if Sombra was just fucking with her again…

Unable to help the roll of her eyes as the word ‘Mission’ flashed across the screen, she dropped her head back down, her long dark locks falling forward and splaying out over the mattress in front of her as she huffed out a sigh. Missions… great. So that’s what couldn’t wait..? Her hand clenching tightly around the outside of the communicator, she lifted it up, the muscles in her arm becoming more defined as she held the position- hesitating a few moments before she once more relaxed her grip, her body turning over so that she was instead laying upon her back as she lifted it up above her, taking a few moments to actually read through the first few lines of the file.

Egypt..? Sounded boring.

Why in the hell would Sombra even think that she would be interested in a job like this..? Her hands dropping back down, she let them rest over her stomach, her bright eyes closing once more, though it was clear that she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep now. She was awake… her mind preoccupied with thoughts about a stupid mission she didn’t even want; it was a complete impossibility. Sombra was a dead woman walking.

Yelling out in her frustration, Selena forced herself to sit up, the communicator falling down to the bed beside her as she did. Lifting her hand up, she ran her fingers back through her hair, ruffling it lightly before finally, she was up on her feet and wandering about the room, making quick work of getting herself dressed and ready for what she only assumed was going to be just another shit day of getting berated by her father for not being perfect. Shoving the thought out of her mind already knowing that she was never going to be good enough for him, she snatched up her communicator, a bored expression playing over her features as she once more began to flick through the file. So the guy had a kid… one that he was fond of…

It was something they could definitely use to their advantage in a pinch.

Not interested enough in reading any further into the mission, Selena slipped the communicator into the back pocket of her jeans, her boots making soft ‘thuds’ over the ground as she made her way out of her room and through the hallways, the sound of voices eventually luring her into the kitchen where she could see the rest of Talon gathered around as if they were about ready to indulge in afternoon tea with the Queen of England. Quirking her brow only slightly, she continued to watch them a few moments longer before lazily glancing about the rest of the room, her gaze seeming to search for someone in particular.

[color=6F81D1]“..hate to break up the goddamn mother’s club meeting; but anyone seen Sombra..? Bitch is dead.”[/color]