@antibuttons || continued finally
This was a Talon operation, naturally.
Recon on bit players in the criminal underground- a way of keeping tabs on those who might one day be some semblance of a threat to Doomfist or any of the inner council. Usually for reserved for someone a little less lethal than the Reaper but... the way that kidnapping Lacroix all those years ago had been an opportunity to test the cutting edge of science and bring Overwatch down from the inside, so too was this a “kill two birds with one pair of handcuffs” type situation. And what better way to test Reyes’ continued unwavering loyalty to Talon than to pair him with someone from his past?
He watches, stoic in his silence but distantly amused, as Coraline jerks around; knife hacking uselessly against the metal off the cuffs. Hadn’t she always been lightning in a bottle? A five story fire contained in five foot frame; nice to see the years hadn’t changed the young woman that much.
“How good of a hitman can you be if you’re this easy to incapacitate?”
With a humorless chuckle, he lifts the arm that’s cuffed to her own- a wordless taunt in its own right.
“And what kind of mercenary doesn’t carry a lockpick with her?”