A further two weeks had passed since the omnic army had been revealed to you, and sure enough, Doomfist's prediction about obstacles on the road ahead had come true. Talon supply shipments had been routinely targeted over the past fortnight, and agents in the field were being eliminated at an alarming rate.
One field report spoke of a man dressed in cowboy garb killing three Talon agents and stealing a crate of disassembled omnic pieces. A witness of a separate attack reported being hit with a sleeping dart and waking up to find his shipment missing. Somebody out there had made an enemy of Talon, and you wished them luck, they would certainly need it.
Ever since you had been shown the omnic army, you had found yourself working twice as hard. You spent entire days at the gym, nearly exercising yourself to death and crawling into bed late at night, just to repeat the same process again. This strict routine meant that you hardly saw Sombra at the moment, and usually by the time you returned to your dormitory, she would already be asleep.
As you snuck through the door to your dormitory, this was exactly the case. You crept through the darkened room, deciding not to sit down on the bed as you'd likely wake up Sombra. Instead, you laid down on the sofa, resting your head on a cushion and closing your eyes. It had been another one of those long days, mostly spent on the treadmill trying to build up your stamina. Your legs were aching fiercely to the point where the pain kept you awake, but you knew it was all for a good cause. When the final showdown arrived, you had to be ready, and you would blame yourself forever if you failed because you hadn't prepared.
But as you laid there, thinking these very thoughts, a much more immediate problem suddenly presented itself. Red lights pulsed throughout the room, and an alarm blared overhead. Sombra instantly sat up in bed, turning to you with a surprised expression before rushing towards her laptop. She tapped swiftly away at the keyboard while you pulled yourself up onto your feet. In seconds, a live feed of Maximilien appeared on the screen.
"Maximilien? Que esta pasando? Why the alarms?" she questioned.
Meanwhile, you walked over to the dormitory armoury and retrieved your pulse rifle. Alarms were never a good sign, and you sensed trouble ahead.
"All combat-ready teams are being deployed to Ecopoint Antarctica immediately. One of our satellites picked up a flood of communications centred on that location, we believe it is the same group who are targeting our shipments" the omnic replied, currently sitting in his office directing a multitude of teams.
While Sombra was speaking to Maximilien, you moved over to her wardrobe and tossed her a purple winter coat. She nodded gratefully at you before turning back to Maximilien.
"How do you know?" the hacker asked, hurriedly getting changed as the omnic spoke.
She quickly changed out of her pyjamas and into her combat outfit, draping herself in the coat and grabbing her machine pistol from nearby.
"The communications signals identically match the frequencies of signals which were used during the raids on our transports. I have to direct others now, get to the hangar" Maximilien answered, promptly disappearing from the screen as soon as he stopped speaking.
You primed your pulse rifle and stood at the door, a grim smile on your face.
"I guess we've got some work to do..." you commented as she ran up and joined you.
The two of you shared a nod before running out into the hectic corridor.
As soon as you left the dormitory, you found yourselves inside a scene of chaos. Dozens of Talon soldiers flooded the corridors, shoving past one another to get to where they needed to be. With a roll of your eyes, you entered the fray and started clearing a path, knocking others out of the way as you moved towards the main hangar. There was certainly a tension in the air, in your entire time as a member of Talon you had never seen anything like this.
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Overwatch - Deception (Sombra x Reader)
FanfictionIn a post-war world, trying to recover from the devastation of the Omnic Crisis, you are a retired soldier trying to live with your PTSD in Miami. You have the same routine, day-by-day, wallowing in the guilt from memories you've tried so hard to b...