Overwatch: Talon

Lonely

"Are you sure you can manage on your own?"
Sombra swiped away the call she received from Reaper to one side, while she managed about what seemed like four other virtual documents at once. She was used to this, multitasking was a given talent she developed being a hacker. Not just any hacker mind you, the best damn hacker on the planet.
"I pay half the bills, Gabe" She reminded him. "Relax, your edgy house isn't gonna get burnt to the ground"
Not that she'd be too bothered with that. It would mean they'd get a new house, preferably one that wasn't pitch black all over. Unfortunately for Sombra, she wasn't there for the initial purchase of the property, so Reaper had plenty opportunity to give it the makeover he wanted.
"Jet black...and sometimes, really dark grey" She thought.
But when she moved in, they split the costs...but it still seemed like Reaper was the boss of the place. The only piece of the house that wasn't literal darkness was her own room. Sombra's room was full of technology, and it was hardly organised. Laptops, tablets, cables...they littered the place. On the wall, she had a screen to watch the holovision, and see all the latest news.
Yup, technology was her life.
"Very well, I'll call you regularly to see how you're doing" Reaper told her. "Until then, I'll see you in a week"
Sombra nodded, and hummed a response as she continued working. Reaper was going to be gone for a while, busy on an important job for a different client that wasn't Talon for once. Being a mercenary, he had no true allegiance...it just so happened that Talon shared many of his interests.
She didn't show it, but it was going to be relatively interesting to be the woman in charge around here, no Reaper to nag her...that alone was quite exciting.
"And remember, Widowmaker is being placed under your service" Reaper reminded her. "Talon will want their prized assassin unscathed and to not have her time wasted, so make sure this is a productive week. I don't want you taking leave just because I'm gone"
"Yes, yes. I understand" She told him impatiently. "Now, I really am trying to work here...so if there's nothing else?"
There was a brief pause on the wraith's end.
"Farewell, Sombra" He bid her.
"You too, Gabe" She replied, paying attention to his call and not on her work for a moment.
"I know she can handle herself, but...look after Amélie for me" He asked.
She sighed and shook her head, returning to her work.
"Relax, I'll look after your girlfriend for you" She told him.
"She's not my girlfriend" He replied.
"Hah, sure she's not" She muttered, with a hint of envy.
When the call was over, Sombra looked through more intel for a while longer. Then she sighed, lost interest, and rested her chin on her hands, looking up at her wall. Maps, conspiracy documents, and pictures of Katya Volskaya and everyone the woman knew was pinned up.
Gathering intelligence for Talon. That was what she meant to do, but she didn't find it very captivating. In fact, she didn't really share in their goal. Sparking another Omnic Crisis, destroying Overwatch? Sombra didn't care for that...she was after something much more significant.
"Who really controls the world?" She wondered.
Important figures like Volskaya...even they were tiny in the grand scheme of things. Sombra was thinking big, and it was her alone who thought of this. Reaper had a petty vengeance to fulfil, and Widowmaker simply did whatever she was told because she's freakin brainwashed.
She kept that to herself, however. They were her friends. Or so, she liked to think they were. Aside from them, Sombra had no friends. Never needed them, never really wanted them. But granted, there were times where Sombra felt lonely. She was thirty years old, and never had a relationship in her life. She didn't ever concern herself with a social life. Never found much time for it.
"Wow, that's sad" She told herself.
She was living quite a lonely life, indeed. At least Reaper had Widow, who did Sombra have? Two freaks were the only ones she could call friends, but even they found each other. She found no one. These days, she sometimes felt like a bit of a third wheel.
It didn't really become that apparent to her until last Christmas. Perhaps that's just the destiny of a Talon operative. Reaper betrayed all his family, Widow killed hers...Sombra just didn't really have any. Like many children after the first Omnic Crisis, she was an orphan.
Hm. She was meant to be concerning herself with the illuminati and similar stuff that most would consider paranoid gibberish. Nope, here she was wondering what it would be like if she just...wasn't so worried about her own personal quest against the world. If she wasn't, perhaps she could've been bedded a few times by now. That would've been nice.
It briefly crossed her mind that perhaps she wasted thirty of her years.
"No, no...someone has to be out there, trying to find the answers" She told herself. "And that someone is me"
Sombra believed that the trade-off was beneficial in the long run. At the same time, she felt like she was suddenly in a race against time. To make up for things she never bothered doing. She was thirty, she wasn't old yet. She still had plenty of time...
And then she took a glance of the documents. Then, all doubt was wiped away. For now.
"Nope, gotta focus" She thought. "Reaper told me to be productive, and that's what I'm gonna do"