Trying an experimental POV from Sombra, let me know if you like it or not.

I couldn't deal with it anymore. Talon. What a miserable place to work for. Or, should I say, slave for. Everyone there was just so...emotionless. That literally was the case with one of my co-workers. She went by the alias Widowmaker, but I just called her Amy. She wore this skin-tight outfit that outlined the pretty curves along her greatly-shaped, slim body, a cula that any guy would easily fall for, and a bit of her boobage was exposed from a diamond-like opening in her chest. I wonder if Talon deliberately made the outfit as a distraction to the enemy, or if it was for their own perverted fapping purposes. That poor thing...brainwashed into working there, murdered her own husband, and was put through so many stress tests that her heart was almost useless in giving her body the oxygen she needed. Her skin was blue as a result. Her attitude was no different. Just kill. I had to admit, she was a pretty damned great sniper, had the patience of a cat, and maybe, just maybe, was almost as pretty as myself, but I just couldn't establish any kind of friendship with her. Being lonely really sucks.

It was no different with my boss. I know it annoyed him when I called him Gabe, but that just made me use the name even more. He wanted to be called Reaper, but he might as well be called Raper. Heh. Miserable coño. All he did was grunt, and if he did talk, his voice was so raspy, so uninviting, I cringed every time I heard it. Nothing but bark at me all day. No pat on the back, ever. No greetings. No goodbyes. A short temper. Ugh, why am I getting myself started? He always wore a black robe and a white mask that almost looked like a skull, and he would never take it off. I would've done a little bit of research on him as to what his past was like, but I just don't have the heart, neither do I ever want to think about him ever again. My gloves – they were strong enough to break a beer bottle, but I needed to think of something a little more subtle to get even with him.

It was a few weeks before I left the organization that I dare asked him if he wanted a couple of drinks with me.

"Cariño, you seem like you're awfully stressed out these days," I addressed him, pretending like I was sincere about his welfare. "Do you want to hang out with me at the bar?" I gave him the time and location. I almost thought about wrapping my arm around his neck, but thought better of it.

For once, he actually didn't grunt. I don't think anyone had really asked him that before.

"Okay," he responded after thinking about it for a while, and said nothing more.

So we went to one of my favorite places in Dorado, my mamá's old bakery shop, which evolved into a pub and grill. I actually got to see him in normal attire: blue jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, a beanie hat, and a brown, nicely-trimmed goatee. He had a couple of scars across his face, and I could tell he didn't want to be there for long. Now I knew why he wore that mask. It was pretty awkward trying to initiate a conversation with him when we sat down; a lot of things he was reluctant to talk about, but at the end of our meal I got him to pay for a hotel room for the night.

That was probably the only time he ever got any pussy in his life. And would probably be his last.

And then I left Talon, just like that. Revenge sex at its finest, bebé. Dude never knew what hit him. Worse yet, this was around Christmas time, so he wouldn't be able to find anybody to cover me for a while. Did I regret doing it? Not in the least. In fact, I smile when I think about it. Blame Talon for trying to make me feel that way.

That was about a month ago. I don't really have a job at the moment, but I don't have to worry about money at all. Tapping into the rich folks' bank accounts, with complete anonymity, is like a hot knife through butter. Not like I wasn't rich myself, though. I am a hacker, after all. The best Talon ever had. Talk about bringing even more rain on that Gabe's parade.

I've hacked into governments, major corporations, and even Volskaya Industries. I blackmailed Katya Volskaya, CEO of said company, instead of murdering her like Gabe asked me to. Needless to say, he was pretty pissed when he found out, which probably contributed to why he disliked me even more. Everybody thinks I'm annoying, that I play games too much. Oh well. At least it keeps my blood pressure and my mood in check. Maybe that's why people tell me I smirk too much.

Oh, my name? Just call me Sombra, amor. You'll fall in love with me at first sight. Heh, sorry, I don't mean to brag; it's just that every time I walk past a guy, I catch him staring at my ass. It was covered from my trench coat, but still.

I was hacking into Talon's database. They must have had some kind of purpose in killing Mondatta when he was giving his speech some time ago. And then I wondered why Amy didn't kill Lena Oxton when she had the chance. Talon definitely did have their dark intentions, and whoever worked for them knew that they were just being used, having no idea what the purpose of their mission was, and that if they didn't possess any talents, the organization wouldn't give a rat's ass if they were poor bums living out on the streets. I actually experienced that when I was a kid. That's a story for another time, though.

I was getting deep, cracking through the thick depths of their firewalls, when all of a sudden I felt an ounce of pressure from the back of my chair. Just as suddenly, the chair I was sitting on was slipped right out under me, and I fell to the ground. A bunch of men surrounded me, their thick and swollen fists at the ready. They couldn't have been my old Los Muertos amigos, were they? No. It couldn't be. Talon agents? Yeah, probably.

The funny thing was, I had an odd feeling in the back of my head that I was being stalked.

Translation notes:

Cula – ass

Coño – cunt

Cariño – darling

Mamá – mom

Bebé – baby

Amor – love

Amigos – friends

The keyboard I'm using is driving me absolutely nuts. The backspace and left arrow keys get glue-pressed, and the space key needs to get pushed all the way down. I'll probably have some scraps of the keyboard littering the floor after I rage-break it and get a new one. Anyways. Next chapter should be up soon. Sorry if Google Translate didn't get the Spanish right; I'm not too familiar with the language.