Sombra's teasing smile towards the omnic swiftly slipped from her face as the trio were joined by two others; firstly Ceridwyn, then "Scorn", as she liked to be called. Now, Sombra admitted that Talon had a big 'evil' aesthetic going on. Gabriel looked like
Santa Muerte's brooding cousin; Widowmaker was... well, surprisingly attractive after the tortures she'd had to endure, but still had the creep factor going on. When Sombra had joined, she had thought her outfit would bring a splash of colour to the place, make it a little less cliche. But Ceri? First of all, Sombra was surprised that Reaper had even allowed her to join; probably because he'd rather have her here as a grunt than someone actually useful in Overwatch, but still. The girl dressed as though she were colourblind, and the constant stream of over-the-top happiness grated on the Mexican hacker's nerves far too much to be comfortable. Naturally, the child had been banned from any of Sombra's quarters from the beginning (Sombra had not been amused when being told by Reaper that Ceri was to become a Security Officer; Sombra's domain, and in her opinion, no place for annoying children. Naturally, she'd delegated the task of training to some other Talon grunt, ensuring a distance from the kid.), but there was no way of cutting off all contact.
Ignoring Ceri's sunny greeting, Sombra turned back to Peacere.
"I probably have plans. Need to see what our Lord and Saviour Reaper has to say first, but I have some stuff to do in the meantime." She answered vaguely, shrugging her shoulders. Sombra couldn't help but smile about his comment over breakfast - robots said the funniest things sometimes. Perhaps they forgot just how often humans needed to eat and drink? Once again, she was reminded of the sad reality about the omnic's lack of taste. That would be an interesting thing for to try and invent - but she had doubts over whether Peacere would appreciate the effort. As for Sampson's request, she chuckled lightly.
"I don't eat in the mess hall - the cooks there seem to have never heard of seasoning, so I'll leave the tour to the circus act." Her tone was notably scathing, still some laughter in her voice as "Scorn" showed up. While not a child, she certainly acted as such with her silly face painting. Still, Adala was easier to deal with than others, so the joke was not aiming to insult her. Mostly, anyway.
As she was just about to turn away, Sombra paused, an alert shining before her eyes - with her implants, only she would see it, and good job too. Her search results had finally given her something... and it didn't look good.
"Mierda." She muttered, tossing her unfinished breakfast, plate and all, into a nearby bin, throwing up her holographic keyboard with a wave of her hand and inputting new orders, fingers flashing across the buttons. Glancing back to the others, Sombra closed down the hologram.
"If there are any missions today, you'll be made aware sooner or later. New guy, I have only one rule. Stay out of my room and my office. Same applies to the dog." Flashing another smile at Sampson, she left the group and made a swift beeline back towards her quarters - she had some messages to send.
About 15 different pages were up on Sombra's screen; door locked tight as she peered over them all, the uncomfortable feeling of worry prickling her skin. Police reports, CCTV footage, generic social media and of course, messages from her "friends". All told the same story; McCree had attempted to hide, and failed at it. Obviously one of the bounty hunters had recognised him. Several others were sighted in the area, some opening fire. However, not at McCree. Sombra didn't consider this suspicious in the least - it made sense to take out competition before collecting the prize... but something more was bothering her. Had she missed some information, passed over something important? Tutting lightly at her own ineptitude, she opened up two new messages screens - her own encrypted network.
TO: Conejo
Long time no see, amigo. It's about time we met up to have some more fun! Not the reason for the message however - it's about an old mutual friend of ours, McCree. Not sure whether you've heard or not, but he's in some trouble. I can't reach him, so it's up to you; consider it returning a favour. Best grasp I have of the situation is that there are casualties already; the damned Cowboy doesn't know the meaning of the phrase "Lay low." Carson City - follow the shooting, you'll find him quick enough. Keep in contact with me, I can be your eyes in the sky - I'm bringing in the big guy too, in case you were worried you couldn't handle it yourself. (:
TO: Hammerhoff
Carson City. Cowboy needs some help. Be a good tank and help the ninja extract him - they could use the fire power. Not to mention the hammer.
The messages were quite safe to send; neither Talon or Overwatch sensors could pick them up, thanks to her talents. She only hoped that they would get to McCree in time. Realising something with a chuckle as she inputted the coordinates, she added another note to both messages before sending.
It appears to be quite the "Mexican stand-off" over there.
- S
Slumping back onto her chair, Sombra kicked off her shoes before tucking bare feet under her, settling in for what would clearly be an arduous mission. Putting in an earpiece, her violet-hued eyes darting between each screen shrewdly.
"Ugh... what am I missing?" She muttered to herself, brow furrowing into a scowl. Something was sticking out here; and she'd find out what - or who - it was before the day was done.
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