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    Done nothing? If Hanzo had heard that, he would have snarled.

    Hanzo clenches his teeth when the agent further presses him for answers. While there were many things - truly, many - Hanzo loathed, being questioned was one of them. Whether it be his motives, decisions, or opinions, it rubs him the wrong way. The archer definitely misses the aspect of his childhood where being a part of the head of the family meant his word was law. No one questioned you when you were in a position of power.

    Now, he was a nobody. He would prefer to keep it that way with Tracer, even if it meant that she would press him all she wished unless he did something to assuage her.

    “ Would you not be annoyed if someone approached you suddenly and interrogated you? ” A harsh word, but Hanzo hopes it will sway the woman into leaving him be. He shifts away from her further, metal soles scraping lightly against the pavement with the movement.

“Interrogated-? I guess i came off too harsh, huh?”

Interrogation was not her intent, blowing a wisp of hair from her face, Lena gives the man an apologetic smile, still chipper as ever.

It was as if nothing could stop that positive attitude of hers, for others it must be annoying.

“I’ve never been glared at like that before, i suppose i’m just not used to it!”

Excitement dances on her lips like liquor in a dry heat, intoxicating and addictive. It’s a game they play, back and forth. Widowmaker is the bad guy, the villain, and Tracer is the hero. 

A beautiful dance of gunfire and lightening blue decorates rooftops every time they clash.

Lena is fast, much faster than the other woman, and she uses this to her advantage, dashing about in uneven patterns, making it hard to hit that bullet into her chest.

Its repetitive, the outcome is always the same. Just when things are looking grim….Or right when she’s about to win, the Spider slips away, leaving Lena with a sour taste in her mouth and adrenaline dying in her veins.

However, this time….This time is different. They move to a rhythm all of their own but Widowmaker stops- Stops to speak, those words drilling hard into the young woman’s head.

❛ You are losing my interest and that is very dangerous. ❜

Skidding across the rooftop, Lena holds her gun fire, shielded eyes staring at the woman as if she had just insulted her. This game was nearing an end, it seemed, and the woman wasn’t sure she quite wanted it to stop.

Stopping would mean no more excitement, no more rush- Something she had become addicted to so easily since that night… Her words dry in her throat, but she speaks anyways.

“I’m not here for interests sake, i’m here to stop you from causing any harm!”

Talon had its uses, that much the Latina could not deny. Having more than enough money than they knew what to do with, coupled with a mostly corrupt and easy to influence board of directors-aside from Maximilian anyways-meant that the hacker was more or less set for life. Even considering her rather expensive life style.

Of course even when using the organization as a means to an end for the sake her greater goals, she had to give into at least some of their demands and operate at their beck and call on occasion. And while Sombra could except that much, it felt more than a little degrading for her to be reduced to meager tech support at times.

Currently she had been assigned to setting up an underground server room beneath an otherwise obsolete and abandoned factory that Talon owned through a proxy or two. She had been up to her arms in cables for hours sorting and salvaging through what was a veritable rats nest of wires and broken equipment degraded overtime due to lack of maintenance. It only went to show that no matter how trivial the job was and even with the resources and devoted staff for maintenance being a drop in the bucket for them, big corporations would always cut corners. In her opinion, what Talon had done to the computers in that room for years was the most “terrorist worthy” action they had taken in a long time.

Regardless she had finally finished her aggravating nine to five emulation and was shuffling her way back to the exit when she heard it. The sound of someone else moving around the building-something that should not be happening given that Sombra was the only one allowed down there at the moment. Her curiosity peaked, she made her way over to the room where the noise had occurred. Standing before the rusted locker-the only place anyone could conceivably hide, she waved her hand before her face and cloaked her presence from sight.

She didn’t mind playing a little waiting game for awhile…

Luck seemed to be on her side, expression shifting to that of relief when she came out to nothing but an empty hallway....Desolate and bare of any one- Which only meant she needed to act fast, and get out of there before they came back.

However the feeling of dread that weighed heavy on her mind never ceased, even as she emerged from the storage locker, stretching her back and feeling the satisfying pop that came with being cramped up inside in a panic.

Lena looks around quickly, covered eyes darting from one side of the hallway to the other, checking to see if there was any sign that the person she has so quickly hidden from would return, and finding none...That she could see, she turns her back to the left side, and starts to mess with the device that held her digital map.

Prioritizing the exit was her best bet, and digitally mapping her path back was needed....Since her memory wasn’t the best, and well hey! The map was going to be used anyways, so why not by her!

“She’s real special. Got a lotta memories with ol’ Annie.”

“Insult’n Annie is walk’n on thin ice, honey. Good job catch’n yerself.”

“…Was that compliment supposed ta be an insult, honey?”

Puts on her best McCree impression.