#apagando las queue-ces

the pink bubble of gum ballooned at her lips until a satisfying POP sounded from it, the soldier nonchalantly drawing it back in to be chewed && the process repeated. not an ounce of fear was present in earthly hues nor her stance, though her mind continued to calculate, to consider the next step. a little difficult when sombra was already five jumps ahead, but – it was better than being a scared little rabbit.

“please, my own sandwiches are scarier && i can actually cook.” she flatly states. though she was.. cautious for a lack of a better word. how much did sombra truly know? a lot of her posts on twitter were calculated, not a single instance of unplanned blowups or what not. many of the rivalries she’s forged had been due to the sponsors making her do it.

.. could she know about the deep web channel? her brief, but still online documentations of a few high-class areas she sneaked in && exposed for the hedonistic dens they were?

“– even assuming that you know EVERYTHING that i’ve done online, i’m not ashamed of it going public. hell, that’ll do my job for me. let people really know what those fat cats && big wigs are like.” she chewed on the inside of her cheek. it would cost her the family audience if such a scandal went live. the public back lash..

she continued coolly. “after all, there’s no such thing as bad publicity, right?”

Sombra listened to Hana’s attempts at bragging with an unimpressed raised eyebrow, long clawed fingers drumming against her arm slowly.

“You’re right, conejita, there is no such thing as bad publicity.” Sombra agreed. That cocky smirk still twisted her face as she steadily sized Hana up. Of course she had found the deep web stuff, and more besides. She knew everything about Hana, now. Including where she grew up and where her family still lived.

[text - probably sombra?]: I already changed my number twice and still you managed to get it once again. I probably just should give up and accept my fate. [text - probably sombra?]: Also, I’m sorry darling, but I will delete that voicemail without listening to it. I bet you got a pretty singing voice but… you know. We’re not that far yet.

[Text - Cow-bro]: but iqt pwas a song for yooooooooou!!!!!!!

Sombra had easily been able to justify started to watch Hana Song’s streams. After all, it gave her an unprecedented tactical advantage, allowing her to see how the MEKA worked, from inside. And so long as she used spoof accounts, she could even ask questions about it and mostly get them answered.

And she’d been able to justify watching Hana’s gaming streams too. Know your enemy. It was an easy way for Sombra to learn the other girls personality and weaknesses.

However messaging Hana had been a little harder for her to find a reason for, outside of the fact that she was interested. And the fact that they were now meeting in a hotel, somewhere in middle America, Sombra had no reason for, other than personal ones. She, herself, wanted to meet Hana.

Their messages had progressed from a celebrity and her fan into friendship and then into... this. They weren’t quite admitting anything yet, but there had been a shift. They weren’t friends anymore.

Sombra had dressed down for the occasion, swapping out her usual attire for a pair of jeans and a hoody. Her hacking glove was hidden away inside of her hoody pocket. Available for easy access should something go wrong, but not out in the open and threatening (or giving her away).

Sombra hated waiting. It felt awkward, standing in the middle of the hotel lobby, chewing on her lip and wondering idly if this was a trap set by Overwatch. They’d be gravely disappointed if it was. She wasn’t this easy to catch. But Sombra really rather hoped that Hana hadn’t actually figured out that she was the same Sombra of Talon, and so hadn’t told anyone whom she was meeting.

Spotting the Korean entering the building, Sombra drew in a deep breath and did her best to keep herself looking normal. This was very stupid, but here she was and she wasn’t going to run, or ruin everything, now.