“relájate,” she snorts, moving silently aside once more. keeping her location ambiguous was essential, but she knew it wouldn’t matter. by the end of their little ‘talk’, the hostilities would die down enough for it to no longer matter– or so she hopes. 

   “i’m not going to show myself to you just yet, but if it makes you feel any better, i’m unarmed.” her hands raise as a reflex, knowing very well that the other would simply beg to differ. after all, the research she’d done on her would give her every reason to believe that she was just a bit untrusting of others, being so secluded and the sort. and, perhaps, what she says won’t help that in the slightest.

   not to mention how harsh her tone is. impatience: that was the word she was looking for. this woman is impatient. and if sombra knows anything about her sort, it’s that they were a tiring bunch to talk to. too numerous, but so fun to talk to.

   “just…. think of me as a friend. a friend with a bit of information to pass onto you. i’m sure you’d like it. amari, right? quite the family background you have there. your mom’s side in particular.” a slight pause, and she’s still, eyes trying to get a better look at the other’s expression– if such a thing is readable in the first place. “she was, what. second in command, right?”

     Fareeha stops turning to look from where the voice was coming from and stands still in her tracks, her veins running cold when she heard her surname, the mention of her mother--- So she knows. She clenches her jaw and her eyes narrow. She slowly holsters her pistol, but doesn’t move her hand from the grip. It’s for show, if anything, that she’s willing to talk, but not willing to trust just quite yet.

She needs a cool head for this discussion, no amounts of lashing out or any previous tactics she used in the past to get information will work in this situation. Especially if she can’t even see her informant. “ How do you know? ” She starts carefully. She doesn’t know how far this will go, and if she’ll truly get what she wants.

“ How can we be friends, as you say, if you’ve already dug into my personal life? ” Her... informant had an odd definition of what a friend is if that’s the case. Unless it’s just to get under her skin, a form of manipulation.

“ That is so, many speak rather highly of you. “ Can detect the uncertainty held in the response. No one ever believes they’re talked about until another admits it. Angela wouldn’t believe such if it were her in the position. “ I do not handle out flattery so easily, you know. I would not give it if you did not deserve it. From what I hear, some found you impactful, more so than you believe. However, I believe I am getting ahead of myself. “ A smile, pleasant as per usual. The doctor tended to be that way.

A slight chuckle then a nod, leaning back in her chair and casting a gaze upward. “ Yes, what are you doing here? Are you in need of aid? “

     Many? How intriguing. She had half the mind to ask more about it and just who was speaking about her. (Impactful? How so?) But she quelled those thoughts and saved the questions for a different time. What she needed was not to find out about the whispers about her going on behind her back, she was here on strict professional business. --- How annoying. Here she was, living her dream and all she was doing was choking under the persona she formed for herself when on active duty.

   wanted dead or alive. the order was clear cut, though its reasons were a tad foolish. a set hit on herself? well, why not. she doubted her demise as much as she doubted the woman’s ability to follow the directions she provided: just fifty kilometres in a lone cabin east of warsaw, just wait 15 minutes, then take them down. but why the set up? what is there to gain from setting a trap out for someone of little interest for her? why do it?    the answer, of course, is as simple as it is complex. she did it because she could. she has info, and she needed another ‘friend’. so, setting out this call was her way of getting one, and of course the call was answered, but right now, there was another call she simply needed the other to pick up. is it a long shot? certainly. and even as she slips into her camo as the door beside her opened, the hacker knows that her chances of success were too ambiguous to get into her usual cocky demeanor.    still, that never stops her.    the door slowly shuts behind the woman as she makes her entrance, the cybernetic heat of her camo giving her her time limit: fifteen minutes to convince and execute her plan for the other. and of course, the plan is already on the right foot. this was the right amari, after all.    “thought you’d never show up,” sombra hums, keeping her steps quiet as she sets a bit of space between the two. she couldn’t take her for an idiot, after all. sure, she can’t be seen, but heavens could she be heard. and sometimes, that was all it took to get the wrong side of a firearm.

     Hackers were never part of her grand scheme of things, they seemed too petty to deal with, and she’d been lying under the radar to the best of her abilities. So why should she even bother with them? Why indeed...

She needed more money, to say the very least, and there was a hit. It gave her everything she needed to know, How convenient, she noted to herself when she took a glance back at the instructions given to her, of course she disregarded the instructions. Why wait 15 minutes? Why give her target an opportunity to run.

When she enters the run down shack, she’s surprised to find it empty. She can feel something is off and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, adrenaline starts pumping through her body, her heart pounding against her chest.

When she hears the voice she spins to where it came from,but she couldn’t see a single thing other than an empty corner. A trick? Must be some sort of technology she’s not familiar with. Invisibility perhaps?

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putting this under a read more bc it got longer than i expected it to fdkljaslkdf