Mission Improbable

"No, I am absolutely NOT happy for you to come by!" Winston responded to the appearance of Sombra at his front door. It was the day after Christmas so everyone's holiday spirit seemed to have vanished.

Angela and Fareeha stood behind the girl pleading, "Please...It must be done if we want to get Hana back!"

"Why would I let someone, who's known for secrecy and stealing, have access to Athena?"

Sombra looked almost offended by what he said and she raised her hands up, "Guess I can't help after all…"

"Sombra! Wait!" Fareeha followed the Mexican to try and reassure her.

Angela looked angered so she grabbed Winston by the collar and threatened, "Look here, you Smelly Space Ape! Hana has been gone for WEEKS and I can barely eat or sleep because of it! If you don't help me, I swear to the Norse gods I'll launch you back up to the Lunar Colony where you belong. Do you understand me? So let this girl use your computer...or you'll be the reason why Frank Sinatra sang the cover to 'Fly Me to the Moon'..."

Winston's eyes were wide as he stared at this angry white Swiss woman. She released him from her grasp and he adjusted his glasses.

He then cleared his throat, "S-Sombra…"

Both Sombra and Fareeha turned to look at him.

"You...may have access to Athena…" He spoke reluctantly.

Sombra gave a big toothy smile and hugged the large beast, "Aww thanks monkey!"

"I'm NOT a 'monkey', I'm a-"

"Yeah yeah, we get it," Sombra entered his room. She already knew her way around so she went directly for his computer and its three large screens. She took a seat, cracked her knuckles, and began her magic.

Winston looked uncomfortable standing next to Angela, yet the doctor apologized, "Sorry...I've been very uptight lately and our coffee machine broke recently...I only meant half of what I said…"

"No, no...I-I understand…" Winston scratched the back of his furry neck.

Sombra brought up flight records and even personal Overwatch files.

Suddenly, a firewall appeared and Athena began to speak, "Access Denied."

"What? I need to look up Hana Song's record," The girl responded in annoyance.

"I have been programmed to disallow entity: Sombra to have any access to this system."

Sombra looked back at Winston and he explained, "Ever since you stole one of Tracer's chronal accelerators, I couldn't let you get into any of my files!"

"You're lucky that firewalls are literally the easiest assets to disable." Sombra used her left hand to enter the control panel and disengage the system, allowing her access.

Hana Song's hero information was brought up as well as any recent patch notes that needed tending to.

Sombra's brows raised as she said, " No me digas...DVa is long overdue for a nerf..."

"DVa? Nerfed?" Fareeha responded in surprise, "Sure, she always shouts it but...I did not think our Superiors would actually do that…"

"It says here that she loses 200 armor but gains 200 health...that makes her a somewhat squishy tank. Also, she now does less damage."

Angela furrowed her brows and asked, "So what does any of this have to do with the current situation?"

Sombra spun around in her rolling chair and explained, "The reason why Talon wanted her was because she had gotten buffed. She had been able to sustain herself in battle without repercussion but now, it won't be so easy...If we can update her with the new nerf, Talon will think she's 'useless' and would no longer need her."

"Alright...I see what you're saying." Fareeha nodded before placing her hands on her hips, "But how are we supposed to nerf her when she's floating hundreds of feet above the city?"

Sombra thought for a moment and raised her tram-styled brow, "Perhaps that Vishkar friend of yours can hook me up with some of that teleportation technology."

The three women immediately went to visit their friend Symmetra in the technological department. The walls were tall and reflective as chrome. All of Overwatch's unused or early developed technology could be found here. Symmetra was sitting at a workbench, toying with some new turrets and other trinkets. She looked somewhat annoyed as she heard the footsteps of unwanted visitors.

"What do you require? I am currently not accepting commissions," Symmetra announced, not even turning her head to look back at them.

"Got any spare teleporters you'd be willing to let us borrow?" Sombra asked as she poked a few random items on a nearby work table.

Symmetra stood and quickly snatched the objects away asking, "To what purpose would you think it is necessary?"

"We need to set a teleporter on Talon's airship," Fareeha explained.

Symmetra looked unimpressed and stated, "I'm aware that Talon is an enemy...but I want no part in your personal affairs…" She went back to her turrets.

"May I?" Angela stepped forward, getting ready to blast the hottest roast since hellfire.

Fareeha raised her arm across the woman's chest as a gentle gesture to prevent her from walking any further, "I can handle this…"

The Indian woman still obsessively tinkered with the turret, only to find herself repeating the same processes.

"Satya...You are a very talented and charming woman," The Egyptian smiled, "Overwatch chose you because they know that you want to make Earth a better world for omnics and people alike. Though our situation may seem 'personal'...even the smallest act of kindness can impact the world we live in."

Symmetra paused and looked back at Fareeha, as if taking in her words. She finally set the turret down and asked, "How much will you pay me?"

"Okay…" Fareeha sighed as her hands dragged her own face down in stress, "Just help us and I'll pay you…"

"Good. Let us begin," Satya grinned proudly.

Sombra hopped in glee and Angela accepted the not-so-gracious deal.

Symmetra proceeded to bring out some old teleporter pads. She showed them how it worked and even tinkered with it so that it could allow more than 6 people to enter in and out of it. Sombra wanted some of her own flair added to it so instead of the light energy looking cyan, it now looked violet. From there, they discussed their plan before joining the others in the meeting room.

"We have a plan," Fareeha was happy to announce, "We simply need the staff."

"But before we choose our teammates, we must tell you all the plan." Angela intervened, not wanting to have someone like Torbjorn on their team.

Jack nodded understandingly and was all open ears.

Sombra cleared her throat as she asked, "Could someone turn off the light switch? Thanks."

As the lights went out, a holographic image was projected onto the white wall which acted as a screen.

"So, for Mission: 'Get DVa the F*** out of Talon', we need flankers and basically anyone who isn't a tank or Bastion."

Bastion gave a few sad boops before robo-stomping out of the room with his pet bird.

"What?!" Reinhardt yelled, which startled half of the room, "What do you mean no tanks? This is my granddaughter!"

"I know, King Harold..But we need people who are stealthy, small, and quiet," Sombra explained.

Reinhardt took a seat, feeling rather left out. Ana was there to comfort him and she told him, "No worries, habibi...you shall get your chance soon…"

"Bascially, McCree is going to call up Reaper and ask if he could rejoin Talon. He'll most likely be taken in for questioning instead but that will be a way to get us inside the blimp. Usually what Reaper does for small meetings is call in a few henchmen to make himself look important and they all get shadow stepped by Skull Face by just standing near him. I'll be right next to the cowboy the whole time using my thermo optic camouflage. Once we're inside, McCree may or may not get tortured but during that time, I'll be setting up the exit pad for our new teleporters."

McCree stepped forward as he took a long drag of his cigar, "Y'know...the more I hear about this plan...the more I begin to realize that this does not benefit me in the slightest...Hell, you might as well just stick me in a barrel and roll it down a cliff."

"I'm kidding! You're not going to get tortured...maybe," Sombra raised her arms up in a shrug, "Anyway...once the teleporter is down, I'll have Symmetra add the nerfs to DVa's mech. By that time, she will be about ready to train. That way they can see that her tank is no longer useful. So once training is over, I'll shut off the lights so the flankers can deal with the henchmen. While they distract them, one of you three can grab DVa." She looked at DVa's parents.

"Well certainly, you all need a healer for this mission…" Mercy offered.

"Actually...I think Lucio would be better...not because you're bad! But because...speed boost."

"Woohoo!" Lucio began to break dance on the table.

"I can provide air support," Pharah offered.

Sombra looked at her oddly, "I don't think your rockets will be very kind to a blimp…"

Flashbacks of the Hindenberg disaster played in Fareeha's mind despite the fact that she was never there to witness it happening in the first place.

"Guess it's all up to me," The old soldier straightened up proudly, "Can I at least call my old comrade Reyes before I get DVa back? Like in the movies when it's all dramatic and the hero gets the final word before the villain realizes that he's lost?"

"Um...sure?" Sombra had no idea how to react.

"Nice." Soldier 76 nodded in approval.

Tracer, Genji, Ana, and even Hanzo were all approved to join the team for the mission due to their various abilities and special kits. Sombra also provided a map of the blimp, pointing out where all of the great positions are for each hero.

After everyone confirmed their roles and positioning, Mission: Get DVa the F*** Out of Talon was a go.