Death incarnate tilted his head contemplatively, a clawed finger tapping out a staccato rhythm on his bone white mask. Not for the first time that night he found himself wondering why this guy had been marked. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the engineer, he thought, at least not once you got past the visually bizarre combination of short stature and almost comical muscular build. Had he been into body building? he wondered briefly, before deciding that he didn’t really care. /Whatever./ Red eyes narrowed as they continued to rove over the lifeless body slumped haphazardly against the wall before him.

“Looks like another one off the list,” he finally mused, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly as he leaned in closer, studying the multiple shotgun wounds his target had suffered to the chest.

The acrid scent of blood and gun powder hung heavy in the air, the smell pervading his nostrils as he poked and prodded at the torn flesh with a sick curiosity. The aroma was heady, borderline irresistible, growing more so the longer he kept picking at the wounds. Pupils expanding to take in the gory sight, it was only when he noticed his fingers vaporizing, trying to worm their way into the cavity of the deceased's chest, that he took a shuddering breath and forcibly removed his hand.

Gritting his teeth, the mercenary rose from a crouch and ghosted across the dark lab, stopping in front of one of the multiple computers tucked away neatly into a corner of the room. A purple skull was rotating lazily on the screen, informing him that data extraction had been completed. //Looks like we’re good to go…// With a grunt, Gabe removed the transmitter he had inserted earlier, pocketing it for safe keeping. A cursory glance around confirmed that he hadn’t left anything incriminating behind. Satisfied, he left the way he came, funneling through the building’s ventilation system before emerging on the rooftop a few minutes later.

Taking a deep breath as he collected himself, Gabriel closed his eyes briefly, basking in the light of the moon before grudgingly orienting himself south. He longed to head home, wanted to shed the weight of the guise he wore, but he had a detour to make. He briefly considered putting off the meeting until tomorrow, but knew in the end she would just seek him out at his house, bitching and griping until he wished he’d just gone to her. With a heavy sigh, he scanned the horizon. //Might as well get this over with.// Dissipating from the rooftop and reappearing on another, he repeated the cycle until he finally materialized on top of the designated coffee shop a good fifteen minutes later.

As expected, Sombra was waiting for him, sprawled out freely on her back, nary a care in the world for all the consideration she gave her surroundings. A star chart was spread out before her, aiding her as she scoured the night sky in search of constellations to name. The light pollution was making it difficult, of course, but it didn't deter her, and she had soon highlighted three stars that were lined up neatly in a row. //Well, that's one way to pass the time,// Gabe mused, intrigued in spite of himself. He cleared his throat, and at the sound, her head turned in his direction.

“Hey,” she greeted, acknowledging him, but instead of getting up, she instead returned to her chart, apparently not in any hurry to get down to business. Gabriel sighed internally and looked away, fingering the transmitter in his pocket, wanting nothing more than for her to take it so he could be on his way.

A voice in his ear made him jump. "Have you ever stopped and just looked up at the sky? I hear you can see all sorts of things."
Gabriel whirled around to find Sombra innocently studying her fingernails, but the smirk tugging at the corners of her lips told him that she was anything but.

“Sombra,” he began, berating himself for having reacted.

“Gabi,” she responded sweetly, cutting him off, her smirk growing wider.

The mercenary jolted as if he had been stung. “Don’t call me that,” he growled, mood instantly becoming foul. Sombra paused, and for a moment Gabriel thought she was going to continue pressing his buttons, but for some reason, the hacker relented.

“I take it things went well for you?” she asked instead, changing the subject.

Still irate, he answered gruffly. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Indeed you are,” she mused, tapping an index finger against the corner of her mouth thoughtfully. She held her hand out expectantly, and Gabriel gladly withdrew the transmitter from his pocket, setting it down in the palm of her hand wordlessly. “Gracias.” Without further ado, she began tapping at the air with her left hand, a user interface popping up at her fingertips instantaneously. She paused, closing out of multiple screens before finding the information she sought. Gabriel had learned long ago that she had no qualms about displaying private data in the air; all her documents were written in a code that only she knew. He heard a small ping emit from his phone; the mercenary hazarded a guess that the decrypted message she had forwarded to him had something to do with a job. She confirmed it with her next words. “That would be your next mission.”

She looked at him, her expression one of curiosity. “You know, I think you’ll find this target… of interest to you,” she confided, a wave of her hand dismissing the final screen.

Gabe tilted his head. “Is that so?”

Sombra opened her mouth as if to add something else, but quickly changed her mind and closed it instead. The assassin raised a brow, but the gesture was lost on her due to his mask.

"Anything else I should know?" he queried, fixing her with a stare, but the hacker just shook her head.

"No, jefe. I'll let you know if anything comes up."

Deciding not to pursue it, Reaper gave a curt nod. "Vaya con Dios, entonces."

The parting words were so unexpected, especially coming from him, that she looked taken aback before realization dawned on her. "Oh, so you've got jokes now?" she retorted, shaking her head, but the corners of her mouth were twitching into a smirk. Giving him a one-finger salute, she translocated, a flash of purple light marking her disappearance.