#repentiing

He might be trying to test you, despite your plating having been dented from a bit of brick wall you’d hit chest-first. You’re sitting up now, after lying in the rubble for ten minutes to get your breathing back under control-- it isn’t easy to breathe when your plating is a bingo to make your diaphragm spasm. 

She saw the twitch of the hand, and she flinched. Quickly retreating back a couple steps, remaining on her balls of her toes. Leather of her boots creaking  under the movement. Her left foot significantly heavier than what she was used to dealing with, but she was finally getting used to it. 

Ellie couldn’t resist any longer. She wanted to let her dear friend know that she was very much alive, and ready to kick ass again.

Industrial sized Capacitor Banks didn’t come cheap, nor did their purchase come with an absence of questions. Still it was the last remaining component needed in the rail gun, the very life of it, the driving force of the deadly weapon.  Able to propel projectiles at unfathomable speed and efficiency Kid was naturally drawn to the concept. Perhaps she could strategically account for her physical weakness with overwhelming firepower? Blackwatch would be near unstoppable, just thinking about all the uses the trainee could put it too silenced the assets self-depreciating analysis of her flaws. 

Who even needed things, like food and currency in the first place? Every agent received an expenses account, she hadn’t touched hers for years, amassing quite a large nest egg. Only to have it blown in a single night on components for the obnoxious weapon. The sale went through weeks ago and in that time she’d been subsisting off of local pets and wildlife. Often stealing other agents things in the meantime, toothpaste here, a shirt there, others called it theft. She herself called it “Aggressive Resourcing”. 

In fact she was wearing a crinkled oversized t-shirt liberated just that morning. It settled at the lower thighs, black cotton had been plastered with bold, golden oversized lettering reading “THICC!” 

Kid was oblivious to it’s meaning, assuming they had simply misspelled thick in their haste to produce clothing for commercial sale. Smoothing a matted tuft of fiery hair away from wide eyes, she set up the prototype. Awaiting the next lightning strike and accompanying thunder to fire her projectile. She was self assured nobody would distinguish the sound among the destructive weather. Little did she realise that each test-fire sent the tower to vibrate and shake subtly, causing minute structural damage in the process. 

She’d blackmailed some poor Omnic to pilot the plane that was now being fired upon. The poor soul had been obliterated along with the Jet, which had know rained fiery debris amongst the city-scape. Hot twisted metal had been strewn here and there causing a few minor accidents and panicked exclamations. It made no difference, she was sure the news would write it off as a tragic plane crash or a freak accident. Those happened on a frequent enough basis to cover her tracks, plus most of the city was asleep, it being midnight an a weekday.

She was unaware of the others presence as she jumped up and down on the tips of her toes in triumph. Dark blood caked her throat and the corners of dry cracked lips, as an agents pet rat lay nestled in her mouth. Teeth biting down on it to sever and consume the flesh, a small snack, leading up to what looked like a dog, rotating on a spit to the side. Monologuing out loud through mouthfuls of stolen-meat. 

“I hope the commander finds this useful, strategically though I will not reveal it yet. Perhaps wait until a prime opportune moment when the organisation is vulnerable. Then who will swoop in and capitalise on it? That’s right designation K-1D. He won’t even see it coming, he’d then be so grateful that a promotion is as good as mine. They can’t keep me a trainee forever, well if they try I could just manipulate their weaknesses and get an advantage.” 

The agent had numerous files on other agents, though the Blackwatch commander was challenging to figure out. Pulling up a secretive file on a hovering interface she began mulling over information, keying in his whereabouts over the past few days. There was nothing she could exploit, he was practically a fortress, the task seemed daunting but ultimately something that kept her going. She was unquestionably loyal to him, though it never hurt to understand your superiors, even if it meant studying them in the cafeteria from behind an air-vent.

“Okay, firing up test run three, send up another plane, I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you fail to send up another pilot.” 

She ordered  softly voice projecting an eerie calm through an intercom, bullying a privatised, civilian airline into compliance on the other end.

Such a testing thing. To face a gap far too large for her translocator to safely be placed across. Bah. No matter. He supposes shadow stepping will suffice. Sombra weighed very little to begin with, so it had been of casual act to scoop her into thick arms and curl her towards armored chest with only but a rumble of words to warn. “I will take us both across. All you must do- is simply stay still. Do not move. To not jerk. Do not thrash. You must place your faith in me. This will feel odd, I assure you. It will feel cold and you will feel weightless. It is the norm.”

She knew what she was getting into when she intercepted a Talon transmission. She knew they’d realize someone outside of their ranks managed to capture their recording and now they’ll be hunting for her. Sun-hee was in over her head yet she wanted to do this. She wanted to take down Talon personally. If Overwatch couldn’t do it then she will. She stood for justice and she will be the one to receive that recognition.

The Panda Hero was dangerously close to Talon borders now, she tried her best to sneak around but she supposed she wasn’t quiet enough, seeing as she was faced with the infamous wraith that worked for the group.

“Far from soft, honey.” he snarks, his brow pulled up for a moment. He had gotten so used to seeing when his lover was pulling toward the brink. Jesse used his edge with so many people, but when he saw Reaper near this place Jesse focused completely on him with it. It was something that Jesse never wanted to allow to build. To allow Reaper to question them, was to allow Reaper to distance them. He wouldn’t dare.

Please return him to me whole.