Of Murderers and Saviors

2: Goodbye, Adios, Adieu

"I've already counteracted the mainframe with a security virus. Antibodies within the computer should be distracted for a total of 2 minutes and 17 seconds. Pendejo! This is the prime opportunity. Emergency security protocols rerouted into submission. Compound's alarms and security gates have been scrambled with an implanted, unsurmountable malware that shouldn't be able to be decoded for approximately 2 hours. We need to get what we came for and get out. Pero, if some sort of clash occurs, I've blocked off their reinforcement wires with a static blockade that should last however long it should take us to incapacitate them. Muchos thenadas, mis amigos. Sombra: online." 

"Are the security cameras down? Check the corridors and points where the elevators and the offices intersect. Your cyber-handiwork, whilst accurate, doesn't excuse your massive ego and tendencies to forget main alarm systems. I don't want another failed mission on my plate - I might have to inject you with the DNA of a rat and octopus as punishment if this plan turns awry. My genetic prowess knows no bounds, child - you are on thin ice. "

"I think I've got it covered, mujer. You don't want me to hack into the cyber-network and expose the past transgressions and limitations of your failed experiments on humans in Ireland, now would you? What would the world think of the equal parts brilliant and venomous Moira D'eorain being reduced to nothing but an incompetent brujeria? Uno impostor?"

"You wouldn't dare threaten me, you sniveling, indignant little insect. I ought to-"

"Mon dieu, Look at the two of you, bickering like children. Do you realize the gravity of the job we have to complete here today? Now is not the time to twiddle our keyboards or make empty-handed Darwinian threats. Put aside your pathetic indifferences for now and act like a cohesive fighting force. Sombra, cherie, get up off of the comfy resort of your chair and translocate over to Moira's position to the south of building. Moria, once met by Sombra, continue your advance forwards - you sticking to draining foes with your sorcery from afar while Sombra stays invisible and defeats those with the butt of her automatic gun. I will follow you two in the shadows, my sniper rifle at the ready. Remember, we are striving for the element of surprise - take out those in your way silently, expertly, and without privying them the chance to yell and draw attention to your location. Do not get carried away and loose yourself in the enthrallment of battle - our real objective here is clear. Est-ce comprise, mes amours?"

"Undoubtedly understood."

"You've got it." 

"Magnifique. Proceed as instructed. Widowmaker: adieu."

"Sombra: offline."

"Moira: exiting." 

With the conversation being over at that, the respective agents left their comms channel. They had a big job to do - and whether or not it would be completed would be solely left up to their capable, but culpable hands. None of them wished to be the downfall of the organization they were a part of - the shame and misalignment following them being promptly dismissed from service would lead them to either being miscreants their entire life or ending their misery by their own weapons. This mission was assigned to them because of their excellence; - for them being the most prodigious of the geniuses, the most precise and calculating of the professionals,  the most conniving, incredulous, and astute of the brightest - they wouldn't falter. They could not falter. Their sanities hung on the balance. 

In a way then, it would not be improper to say they were human, like the rest of us. They were doing actions that they had to do in order to simply stay alive; the survival of the fittest, both mentally and physically. Each of them once had the impressionable nature of a child fancied with naivety and sincerity; however, each of them were corrupted, twisted, and morphed into the cold and insensitive beings they were today. That happens with many other seemingly normal individuals in today's world - why should we be the judge, jury, and executioner for these poor, unfortunate souls? In pain? In need?