Wednesday, June 4th, 1:46 A.M.
The icy and soothing glow of the full moon illuminates Sombra's room, but she is still perfectly awake, lost in her thoughts. She constantly changes positions in her bed, trying to chase away bad thoughts. Especially a bad omen towards the mission of the day. An omen not at all positive, and it rarely happens to have it and it terrorizes her.
On her side, Widow is having a bad night, her nights are appallingly haunted and parasitized with nightmares and visions about her painful past, which prevents her from having soothing nights for several years.
In the morning, the whole team gathers in the mission preparation room to go to the big mission that awaits them.
6:54 A.M.
In the preparation room :
- Sombra, are you listening to us ? If you don't stick to the plan, everything will sink and the mission will be a fiasco. (Says Reaper)
- Yes I understood everything amigo, don't worry about me. (Reply Sombra)
- We'll each have a plan to stick to. You steal the information, and Widow kills the target.
- There is no need to repeat the plan thirty times. If everything is ready and understood, we should go. (Reply Widow)
- We still have a little time left, I have to settle one two things. (Reply Reaper)
While Reaper finishes the preparations, a little before leaving, Widow notices something about Sombra, sitting on a chair. She approaches her and asks:
- You. That's my sweater you're wearing there ? (Asks Widow by taking the sleeve of her sweater between her fingers.)
- It kept me warm last night.
- And who let you take it ?
- Hm, you never authorized me, but you never forbade me either.
- Give me back that sweater, Sombra.
- There in front of everyone ? no, but if you want to take it from me by force, I will not retaliate.
- I-I... Just give it back to me later.
- Stop arguing, we have to go. (Says Reaper.)
The team moves towards the ship, Widow inspects her sniper to make sure everything is in order, Reaper searches for his shotguns and Sombra prepares the viruses.
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