@megaprincessbabyblue
There wasnât much point in waiting for more information from Sombra.  He knew enough.  Talon was getting too bold for his liking, they needed to be taught a lesson.  Trying to fashion a weapon to use against him was something that he couldnât let slide.  Even if it was just for âinsurance purposesâ.  Reaper had received the name of the facility and the names and designations of the majority of the staff on site.  The coordinates as well had been revealed to him by Talonâs own expert hacker as well.  All that was left was to deal with the problem himself.  Which was exactly what he had planned to do. His infiltration had gone off without a hitch.  He was adept in moving around undetected, his powers made travelling through such things as vents and drains achievable with relative ease.  Because of this ability, it didnât take long before he had found exactly what and who he was looking for.  What he hadnât expected was what had occurred following his discovery.  The moment he had entered the room where he thought the prototype would be kept, a cacophony of alarms went off all around him. Of course they would have security, they werenât stupid after all.  What followed was a bit of a panic, not so much for the mercenary, but certainly for the staff and guards.  The panic evolved into a struggle, which evolved into bloody combat.  Reaper had vastly lessened their numbers before one of the scientists came at him from behind with some manner of syringe gun.  He hadnât had time to wheel around and empty a clip into the other manâs head before he could inject the contents of the tube into his body.  The dark substance burned as it entered his body and suddenly his pain was intensified to levels he couldnât even imagine.  Confusion reigned as his body began to destabilize of its own accord, and he had no choice but to make a hasty escape as even more guards rushed in.  Even in his state, a flurry of smoke was still almost impossible to capture and he was out and away from the facility in a manner of minutes.  Once had put a moderate distance between himself and the facility, he reformed to assess the damage--or rather--he attempted to.  The agony he felt as he attempted to pull himself together was skull splitting. Whatever they had put into him was causing his body to break down faster than usual, his regeneration could hardly keep up and it was only getting worse with time. And time passed, his mind was in as many fragments as his form, but one thing was certain as the weeks passed...The damage wasnât healing, it was getting worse. The hallucinations were getting worse. And the pain--the pain was beyond hell. As difficult as it was to admit it, he needed help. Desperation ruled. But who would he go to? He trusted no one. Even Sombra was more of a neutral party, not a true ally. It took the mercenary some time to come to his final conclusion, once his desperation came to a head and outweighed his hatred and pride. There was only one person he knew who could help him, someone whom he was sure thought him long dead. Someone who he was all but certain would not be pleased to see what had become of him.  The idea of going to her was less than appealing, but he well and truly had no other choice and, after stowing away on an airliner, was headed towards the last location where she had been seen.  Oasis. Finding her wasnât difficult, she didnât have security in the makeshift office she had made for herself there.  It was little more than an apartment, at least, thatâs what it looked like from the outside.  From what he could see, it was dark.  He couldnât travel like this during the day, his appearance would be a large, dark blot in the otherwise bright surroundings if he had.  Because of the timing, he couldnât even be sure if she would be there, but he had no other option but to try.  Forming himself as much as he could, which was little more than a dark, foggy silhouette, he pushed the door open.  It was unlocked.
