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She seemed disappointed, but accepted his answer. Her voice fading as his attention wavered even as she continued to speak. He must have responded in a way that made her happy because she smiled and walked off, but his mind was so far away he wouldn't have been able to repeat it if asked. Finally the class began to empty and everyone would be too busy with their extracurriculars to pay attention to were he was going.

A check of the time on his phone.

The school felt strange. Empty, but not. Easier to see if anyone, teacher or not, would follow him. He switched his shoes at the door, checked his phone again and left quietly.

It took him almost half hour to reach the meeting point. No one noticed a kid on the metro line, it was common, expected. He was just another school boy heading home. He adjusted his glasses and glanced down at his phone again. Fang texted him. He didn't answer it.

The meeting place was an large open area. A fountain in the center with plenty of people walking by, but everyone too busy moving on to take notice of the boy sitting on the short stair way. From the top here, he could everyone walking by. There was plenty of time before the meeting, but he wanted to be even earlier, knowing these people they'd try to be there first. He flicked open his phone again just to check and then waited.

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The restraints were tight enough to dig into flesh and rub the skin raw, or worse, make her bleed if she fought too hard against them.  They held her to the table by her arms and legs, star fished and at the mercy of her captors.

They had taken her for her upgrades, at first they just tested them, studied them, then they moved to experiments.  How much could they withstand? how much could Sombra take? did they have weaknesses?

Now though, now came time to claim them for their own.  One masked captor grabbed her by her hair to pull her head around while the other loomed over, drill in hand, buzzing angrily and coming closer..

Until he dropped it, narrowly missing her as it clattered to the table and rattled violently against the surface as the man crumpled to the floor, a knife planted to the handle right in between the eyes.

The clatter of the drill masked the sound of the door banging open, a barked command and the second man fell to the ground, screaming as Frenzy held his arm.

The Blackwatch agents moved swiftly, McKenzie placed a boot against the captors throat to silence his yelling while Elliot seemed to just appear by Sombra’s side, working on releasing the restraints.

“Hey, Girl, you doing okay?” she asked lightly, “We’re getting you out of here, just hold on”

The possibility of being captured came with the job, and Sombra knew it full well. She was willing to take the chance as it was better then being stuck on base and bored all the time. However she'd never actually expected someone to take her for her upgrades rather then information about who she worked with.

By the time McKenzie and the others showed up Sombra was bruised, the playful gleam in her eyes gone, various points on her body had blood seeping out from spots they'd inserted needles and other things for testing, and she was obviously in pain. That drill had her panicking as it came closer making her struggle almost hard enough to rip her hair out. The fact that her hair had been trimmed down to just enough to hold giving her very little room to move was likely the only thing that stopped her from ripping some hair out.

Elliot got a sputtering of Spanish, before Sombra gasped out. “Didn't...turn traitor...didn't, tell them anything. Promise. Tell jefe, tell him. Didn't...” It was less that she was currently worried about what Gabriel Reyes might think on a personal level, and more that the last thing the young hacker wanted was to survive torture only to turn around and have a bullet put in her head for turning traitor.

Sombra had no faith in anyone's loyalty towards her as a person, and after this... well it was entirely possible she was going to be a broken instrument for a bit. It wasn't as though everything was working properly as was displayed by Sombra trying to get off the table that was coated in her blood and sweat only to collapse onto the floor.

“Legs not working. They, my augments, they... they....fuck. I want them all dead!” Nothing on except a pair of panties, no make up, hair cut, and body damaged at that moment the eighteen or nineteen year old woman looked like an abused teenager.