May 2021 Drabble #3 (of 3) (Patreon)

Sombra got paid money to make sure a few butthurt Agents can fuck Reaper without him tearing their faces off.

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Olivia’s finger is hovering over the button, eyes glued to the screen to watch for the perfect moment to let her trap snap shut – literally.

Reyes is chewing out the poor suckers that annoyed Akande enough to put them under his dubious care. He explodes into smoke, barrelling into the snivelling assembly of Talon agents, and throws them around like a goddamn explosion.

She glances to the watch. Isn’t it enough now? He’s exhausted himself for quite a while. It’s surprising that he even had that last transformation in him. But maybe he just wanted to put his foot down on it; make it seem he is invincible when in actuality he is… not.

“Posturing idiots… all of them,” she mutters. Her long nail is slowly tapping against the button. She can feel her interest waning but has to keep vigilant. She’s got a lot of money riding on this, after all – she might be a bitch, but she has a pretty tight code of conduct.

Finally, as the Agents start to pull themselves up off the floor after getting smacked into the walls of the gym, the drill seems to be over.

Reyes turns around with flare, stalking toward the sliding doors of the gym. Olivia perks up. She leans into the holographic screen, eyes fixed on the picture. The doors slide open. He moves – her finger taps.

The trap snaps shut.

Olivia smiles and leans back in her chair, fingers weaving together over her stomach as she watches Reyes struggle and the gaggle of Talon Agents pull in on him like a hoard of hyenas. Ah yes… a job well done.

She puts her legs up, watching as Reyes kicks out like a horse but is quickly subdued by many pissed off Agents grabbing on to his legs and holding them nice and secure.

She glances toward another camera showing the other side of the door that has him cinched around the waist. He is throwing his head, clawed hands scratching at the doors hard enough to make sparks fly.

Ooohh ferocious. Such a bummer that it won’t help him any to get himself out of the hole he dug himself into.

Hmm. She hadn’t really planned on staying and watching, but… oh well. She doesn’t have any other pressing matters at hand, and honestly… Reyes is such a downer that she really doesn’t mind seeing him getting taken down a peg or two.

Peg… hehe… maybe she should figure out how she could peg him? She doesn’t think that getting him caught in a door will work ever again, but… hmmm figuring out the logistics of pulling the wool over Reaper’s eyes is half the fun of the whole experiment.

The Agents have managed to rip a gash into Reaper’s suit. It splits open like ripe fruit, his ass practically spilling out of it. Shit… she really should start wondering how she could get her hands on it.

It looks like fun.