Los Muertos had grown with her knowledge and Talon's money, the sole consistent force in a country where corporations and politicians traded the governing seats like chips in a poker game. They had become too formidable and Akande, perhaps foolishly, sent Sombra in to destroy the monster she had created. It made sense on paper, at the very least. Everyone, even Talon, knew that Sombra was on her own side and no one else's. Akande was self-reliant to a fault, and his solitary nature led him to the only assumption that he'd ever made about Sombra: that the only thing Sombra would protect with her full cut-throat deviousness was herself.
For the first time - Sombra had a chance. A single chance to tip the scales.
The squad that accompanied her to the Talon takeover of Los Muertos was quickly dispatched by some of the only friends Sombra had ever truly had. And for two whole days, the gang which Talon was so sure was unorganized held off one of the most powerful organizations in the world out of sheer territorial spite.
Three days seemed to be the limit of her miracle, but Sombra was good - best in the world at doing things she shouldn't and having things she wasn't supposed to. So she went out alone early in the morning and harassed the kill squad looking for her personally. She led them on a goose chase, parkouring, and trans-locating across rooftops until she reached her target and jumped straight through the window of the building where the Overwatch field team had been waiting for their contact.
Too many weapons were drawn and all Sombra did was offer a bright "Hola!" before all hell broke loose.
After all of the shouting and gunfighting and swearing and explaining far too many times that Yes, SHE was the contact and YES, she was defecting - she found herself handcuffed and sitting bored in an interrogation room. At least until the man of the hour strolled in.
"Jesse McCree," she began brightly. "Am I right in assuming that I'm getting lucky with you?"
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Defection AU
Los Muertos had grown with her knowledge and Talon's money, the sole consistent force in a country where corporations and politicians traded the governing seats like chips in a poker game. They had become too formidable and Akande, perhaps foolishly, sent Sombra in to destroy the monster she had created. It made sense on paper, at the very least. Everyone, even Talon, knew that Sombra was on her own side and no one else's.
Akande was self-reliant to a fault, and his solitary nature led him to the only assumption that he'd ever made about Sombra: that the only thing Sombra would protect with her full cut-throat deviousness was herself.
For the first time - Sombra had a chance. A single chance to tip the scales.
The squad that accompanied her to the Talon takeover of Los Muertos was quickly dispatched by some of the only friends Sombra had ever truly had. And for two whole days, the gang which Talon was so sure was unorganized held off one of the most powerful organizations in the world out of sheer territorial spite.
Three days seemed to be the limit of her miracle, but Sombra was good - best in the world at doing things she shouldn't and having things she wasn't supposed to. So she went out alone early in the morning and harassed the kill squad looking for her personally. She led them on a goose chase, parkouring, and trans-locating across rooftops until she reached her target and jumped straight through the window of the building where the Overwatch field team had been waiting for their contact.
Too many weapons were drawn and all Sombra did was offer a bright "Hola!" before all hell broke loose.
After all of the shouting and gunfighting and swearing and explaining far too many times that Yes, SHE was the contact and YES, she was defecting - she found herself handcuffed and sitting bored in an interrogation room. At least until the man of the hour strolled in.
"Jesse McCree," she began brightly. "Am I right in assuming that I'm getting lucky with you?"