Act 2 Chapter 2

Rebecca grinned as she stared up the glowing blue and pink neon signs before her. With the bright and stylized font of the bar's name along with the strutting outline of a skull-faced whore, she’d found her once more in her old stomping ground. “Lizzie’s bar,” She whispered with a grin on her face as she walked up to the line that had formed at the entrance to the bar.

With all the excitement she experienced in the past few months, she certainly missed quite a lot. There had been some renovations as the bar expanded and took over the adjacent buildings, a necessity with all the customers flooding in to experience one of the best bars in the cities. It wasn’t just your typical punk looking for a fun time with the braindance offered inside but also some posh looking corpos mingling in with the crowd, “Things have certainly changed,” She said out loud as she walked past the line in front and headed for the door.

“Oh come on, there’s a line here lady-!” Shouted one gal stuck in the line only to choke out as she stared at Rebecca. She flipped her the bird as she strutted up to the bouncers guarding the front.

The two bouncers that were alerted to the commotion she caused lightened up and relaxed as they saw her, “Business is certainly booming today. Still got room for an old friend?” She asked as she looked up at the sensual amazonesses before her. Even dressed in such revealing clothes that left barely anything to the imagination they were formidable sights to behold with the heat they were packing.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t little Becca.~ It’s been a while, pipsqueak,” Her friend greeted her as the girl slung the bolter she was armed with over her shoulder.

“Can say the same, tits for brains,” She replied as she hugged the girl and gave her ass an appreciative squeeze. Being a shortie wasn’t all that bad, it had its perks, “I missed you so much Rita,” She whispered as her friend held her. Pulling back, she had to fend off hands that wished to pet her; that was only for Hiro and Kiriko(for now).

“So, what brings you to this part of town? Got kicked out by your input~?” Her other friend asked as the blunetter turned to the crowd and had them back off, a ‘request’ that was easily followed when the girl brandished her weapon.

“You wish Janet, and can’t I say hi to my old friends?” She fired back at the dark skinned beauty.

“Well, you certainly came at the right time cause we have a party going. Come on in,” Janet replied as she gestured at the door. With the muffled sound of the music from behind the closed door, she could certainly feel it all the way there.

As soon as she walked past the entrance and stepped through those beaded curtains, the lights and sounds assaulted her senses. The heavy bass of the music reverberated across the room while the strobing lights of the dance floor shone down on the crowd. She breathed in the scent of sex and alcohol while her eyes beheld a party only a few could compare to. She was finally home.

There were some minor additions to the bar like the expanded dance floor, more booths for the braindance customers, and even some exotic additions like overhanging cages where some of the girls danced; but it more or less stayed the same. This was still the Mox bar she grew up in while Pilar was busy with his studies even if there were a lot more new faces around. Certainly not a place where normal people would leave their siblings, but Rebecca liked to believe that she grew up fine; and it’s not like the place was a sex shop anymore.

Yes, the bar was technically no longer a brothel, but that didn’t stop any of the girls and boys working in the bar from having some fun with the customers. She could see them hiding in the shadows, joy toys having fun with their clients. Of course, it had to be kept at a reasonable level as one rather pushy corpo would find himself mobbed by an angry group of Mox enforcers. Lizzies bar was a haven for any sexual deviant so long as no one got hurt and it was consensual. Break the rules and, well, that corpo was certainly feeling it.

Slipping past the people on the dance floor, squeezing through the grinding and writhing crowd, she headed straight for the bar. Unlike the dance floor and the booths, it was yet to be filled, but that suited her just fine as she plopped down on one of the empty seats and greeted the bartender, “Yo! Mateo, how’s it been?”

“Becca! It’s good to see you’re still in one piece,” The man exclaimed, a teasing smile across his face making her snort in amusement. Turning to a young girl cleaning some glass, he then said, “Hey Courteny, man the bar for a bit. Just need to catch up with an old friend.” The girl looked like she was about to complain only to freeze up as she caught a glimpse of Rebecca.

“Oh my gosh! It’s really you! I’m your biggest fan! Can you sign my chest?” The teenager skipped over to Rebecca before opening her top. While she was surprised by the sudden request, she certainly couldn’t say no; especially with a pair of good reasons in front of her. Mateo could only roll his eyes at them as Rebecca signed the junior bartender's chest.

“Lots of new faces huh?” Rebecca observed as the giddy teen went off to cover for Mateo.

“What can I say, you inspired a lot of people with your exploits. A modern day Joan of Arc tearing through the scum of this city?” The man complimented her as he brought up her exploits, “Of course, the extra publicity from your debut at the Arasaka ball helped a lot, but I do love to believe that you helped bring some friendly attention to our little corner.”

“Oh stop it you,~ you’re making me blush here.” She laughed back as she grinned at the bartender. She’d been rather busy these last few months. With the 6th Street and the Voodoo fighting tooth and nail, she had to make sure that every last one of those fuckers died before the fighting spilled over to the civilian part of the city like the initial wave of fighting.

“Hey, just being honest here. You might want to avoid Sussie for a while though, I’m not sure if she wants to kiss you or throttle you with all the things you’ve done. Still, business is booming so what can you say?” He warned her as he pointed over at Sussie’s little corner at the other end of the dance floor.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Rebecca nodded before she asked, “So, anything I miss?” With all the jobs she was taking from Arasaka and all the time she spent with Hiro to hone her skills, she had little time to go out and socialize. It felt good to finally stretch her legs, even if it was due to a job.

“Aside from the Tyger Claws backing down thanks to all the guns we have? Nothing much,” He answered as he pulled out a pair of cold ones for them to enjoy.

“Ha! Fuck ‘em,” She laughed as she cracked one open and down its content. It was cheap swill but it reminded her of the time that it was the only thing she could afford.

“You didn’t promise anything to your input though, right? You know the Mox isn’t anyone's cat’s paws, that's the Tyger Claw’s shtick,” Mateo reminded her as he gave her a questioning look. It was understandable given how close her ties now were to Arasaka though. She might as well be part of it considering Hiro’s position.

“Hey, a Mox looks out for their own. A few guns isn’t going to break the bank for my input,” She replied. She might not be that active in participating in some of the Mox’s business but she was still a Mox and she’d be damned if she left them hanging and not even given them a taste of what fortune she had.

“A few guns she says, it’s not an armory she says. I ain’t complaining though.” She chuckled as she was reminded of just how many guns were sent her friends' way. When she asked Hiro about sending some guns to the Mox, he didn’t pull his punches and went all in. Now, every last Mox in the bar was armed with Lasguns with some even sporting bolters just like Rita at the entrance, “Still, coming all the way down here from your palace. Trouble in paradise?” He asked, looking all concerned as he opened his own can.

“Oh nah, we’re doing great! Got to see gramps and he approved,” She boasted with a wide smirk.

“No shit,” He replied with wide eyed amazement.

“Yup! Want to see a photo?” She offered as her eyes flashed brightly while she sent him the pic that Hiro took before they slipped away from the Villa. It was Hiro with his arms slung around his grandfather who looked all stoic while she stood beside them. She looked all demure and proper there, even when she tried not to laugh at how the great and powerful Emperor looked so human.

“Well I’ll be damned,” He whistled out as he received the photo.

She sighed as she then slumped against the counter, “While we’re doing great, I have to admit, things ain’t doing so well with the company,” She then said as she swirled her half empty can before taking another sip, “There’s trouble and I need some help… any lounge open?”

After some arm twisting, she managed to rent a lounge for her and Mateo. In the privacy of the room, they could now freely talk without anyone eavesdropping, “So, what seems to be the problem?” Mateo questioned her as he leaned against the wall.

Plopping herself down on the comfortable seat, she leaned back and lifted up her legs on the table as she answered over the light buzzing sound of a privacy screen, “I can’t say much, but trouble’s brewing underneath. People are at each other's throats and I feel like my friends and I are getting dragged into it,” As helpful as it would be if she could brief her friends about what’s happening, this was technically under the purview of company matters. Arasaka needed to look strong, especially with how rough things were getting beneath the surface.

“Well that explains the split in the crowd,” He grunted out to which she nodded. The crowd outside could clearly be divided into two sides. One looked far more stylish with their tailored suits and expensive jewelry while the other were far more wild with their vibrant clothes. The two factions did not like each other and did not want to mingle with one another.

“There’s a rat in the ship and well,” She growled out as she glared at some of the minions of Hanako Arasaka, before she continued, “I’m here to ask if any of the girls heard something. You know how it is when alcohol and sex is involved,” In a place where they could relax, most people would let their guards down. It was what made sex workers the best at gathering information. Disarming people so they can relax is part of the job and hearing something one wasn’t supposed to was often the consequence of that.

“Are you familiar with the factions of Arasaka?” She quizzed him, checking if he was up to speed with how Arasaka was divided.

“Yeah, Kiji and Hato right?” Good, she didn’t have to waste anymore time explaining how things were.

“Yup. Kinda snooping around the Kiji. I have a gut feeling that they’re the ones causing all the trouble, but I can't quite prove it. All the red tape in the Cathedral is frustrating the hell out of me and my input so I decided to head here and see if you got anything. Heard anything or noticed something unusual from those guys?” She prodded, hoping she was on the right track. With all the Arasaka employees out there, there must be something she could find. If there wasn’t any, the Cloud was an option but she’d need to get in touch with people who knew people over there to get anything.

“Your input’s company is surprisingly tight lipped but… there is someone fishy and he’s part of the security team even from what I’ve heard,” Mateo muttered out as he stroked his chin.

“Oh? Is he meeting someone?” She asked further as she inwardly celebrated; she was on the right track.

“Yup, as tight lipped some Corpos can get, they can vent a lot, especially when they have a shoulder to lean on. Word is that he’s complaining about this one guy he’s working with but the thing is… I’m pretty sure that guy’s working for a certain disgraced Fixer. You’ve probably heard about Faraday and his fall from grace?” Mateo told her as she leaned in close. With all her crew's history with the fixer, she was at the front row seat of the man's meltdown. From a well respected man to a recluse in Santo Domingo.

“Yeah, my Input might be involved in that one. He hates him for some reason. Was pretty explicit about making the guys life a living hell,” She recalled, remembering how she found out why Faraday was banned from the Afterlife.

“Remind me to never get on your input’s bad side.” Mateo shivered before he said, “Anyways, I still kinda find it weird that the guy’s complaining about meeting with someone your Input hates. There might be something to that.” She nodded as she thought about it. With the Arasaka corp being part of the security, she could feel vindicated knowing that the Kiji might be part of this little rabbit hole she found.

“So, got anything for me about this guy? Any names?” She inquired.

“Unfortunately, nothing much. He doesn’t touch the girls nor partake in any of the braindance. He just likes to chill out, and drink a lot. A little weird but he probably just likes the vibes.” Mateo shook his head, making her curse out.

“Damn it.” She growled out. Finding someone with their face in the Arasaka database wasn’t impossible but it was very tedious especially with how many she’d have to go through.

Mateo's playful grin quickly clued her in to the good news he had for her, “Luckily for you, he’s a regular here. He frequently drops by and complains about something before going off somewhere. If you wait a bit, you might actually catch him,” He then said which gave her quite the relief.

“At least I have something. Thought I’d have to go look around and ask more before I get a lead,” She sighed out as she avoided a week's worth of headache.

“You’ve always been lucky with your hunches, Becca, and glad to be of help. Now, I should probably go back to the bar before Sussie tans my hide,” He then said as he gestured to the bar where a struggling teen was busy showing off her acquisition to some of her friends. She laughed out as she shooed him away.

Before he left, however, she called out, “Here's something for your trouble by the way. Maybe ask Sussie for a day off tomorrow,” She made sure to give him quite the generous tip. Grinning at the sputtering bartender, she quickly cut him off before he could even protest, “And no take backs! Just take it, and don’t ask questions. Consider it repayment for helping my brother with me.”

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Rebecca had to hold herself back as the guy she was looking finally came into the bar. It wasn’t because she wanted to kill him, though she would admit it was partly the reason, but more that she wanted to throttle him right then and there as he kept on moaning and drinking. She was currently hiding beneath the bar counter and was forced to listen through all the crap the man spouted.

“Fucking assholes secretive and cryptic. Makes me go all over the city for meetings when we’re heading to the same place every damn time,” The man complained as he drank his gin straight from the bottle like some animal without even a grimace or wince, “At least I’ll get to eat something today at the guys house. Something about a celebration of sorts.”

“Must be rough buddy. Here’s one in the house, but don’t tell anyone,” Mateo comforted the man while he served some drinks to other customers

“Yeah, sorry for venting a bit. You know how it is with unreasonable clients and bosses,” The man apologized before he lifted up his bottle and downed it, drinking every last drop before setting it down with a self satisfied sigh, “Well, that’s one more before I hit the road. Anymore and I might crash into someone,” With how much he’d consumed, it’d be a miracle if he didn’t crash into anything even now. There was enough alcohol in those drinks to kill an elephant.

“Take it easy buddy. You know liver transplants are costly. Your filter can only take so much before you have to replace them,” Mateo warned as he started cleaning the stack of gin the man went through. What kind of chrome did this man have?

“Ha! That’s what money is for. What’s the point of having it if you don't use it to enjoy yourself?” The man laughed, making her look up and stare at the man through the lit up counter with a look of disbelief.

After what seemed to be an eternity of the man drinking himself to death, he finally got off his seat and waddled off outside. She followed him closely, keeping distance as she trailed him back to the parking lot. She found him boarding your typical Chevillon Thrax, a popular choice with security guys given how it was built like a tank, which only made her task of following him all the easier.

Sneaking up to the back of the car, she reached into her jacket and pulled out one of Hiro’s latest creations. It was a small, nail sized, silver scarab that woke up as she gave it a command. “Burrow into this vehicle and keep track of where it's going,” She ordered as the tiny little thing jumped off her palm and dug into solid metal like it was digging through sand.

With her tracking device in place, she slunk back to her car and waited. She wished she brought her armor but it was way too conspicuous. Thankfully, Hiro let her borrow one of his cars that was perfect for her current task, an Archer Hella EC-D i360. It was your middle of the road sedan that’s not too shabby with its rugged looks, but not too eye-catching with its drab colors and slightly beat up appearance.

She waited in her car and listened to the radio while she watched where her target was going. WIth the help of Arasaka’s extensive satellite system, she could track the car to quite an accurate degree. Exiting Watson, her quarry quickly entered Santo Domingo. After threading through some winding paths and making looping treks to lose any would-be followers, he made his way to a particular complex. Surprisingly, she found no road violations on the man’s record even after all those drinks.

With a location to head to, she made her way to where her target was. While Watson and the City Center was dominated by Arasaka’s architecture, Santo Domingo was not. There were new cathedrals popping up but they were interspersed between the old blocky buildings of a bygone era. Relatively untouched by the last corporate war, there was little need for new construction.

As she got near her target, she parked and headed for a nearby alley. She found the car she was tracking parked in front of a small, yet luxurious, apartment complex. It was as if each floor was its own house and they were merely stacked on top of each other. At the top of the building, she found lights and music as what looked like a party was at full swing up stairs. It was then that she’d run into her first problem.

Blocking the entrance were two roided up Animals. As bored as they looked, they were quite diligent in checking if any of the guests filtering in had invitations. Even those that just went out for a breath of fresh air were checked once more; paranoid much? She bit her lip as she weighed her decision.

It wasn’t all bad. She could just let her scarab get in and do the work for her, but the bug didn’t have the best sensors and she might miss out on details or… she could call someone that might be able to help her in. If anyone could help her make a fake invitation and bring in a few distractions, it’d be her. Sighing, she dialed up her annoying little junior for some backup.

“Hey Chequita, funny you called. I was just thinking about your boyfriend and thinking of dropping by his house,~” Sombra answered with her ever so grating and condescending voice. She swore the girl was doing everything in her power to get her as riled up as possible. What was even her problem?

“Yeah yeah, I need your help,” She growled out as she waited for her gloating.

Right on cue, the girl laughed as she replied, “Oh? What's this? The great Firebird asking for my help?” If it wasn’t for the fact that she didn’t know a lot of Netrunners then she wouldn’t have asked. There was her sister in law’s firm, but she would rather not go to Michiko for help considering how annoyed the woman was with her. She doubted that the woman would even send a low ranking netrunner to help her.

“God damn it, just listen. I need someone to help me get into a party in Santo Domingo. Sneaking in isn’t really my forte,” She hissed back as she tapped her foot impatiently. It was close to midnight and she was in Santo Domingo. The closest person she could contact just so happened to be the Valentina.

“I could help but you know that’s going to cost you~?” Sombra purred out, which had her clenching her jaw.

“I could call Kiwi you know?” She growled out, threatening the girl. Yes, she needed help but she wasn’t so desperate that she’d follow Sombra’s every demand. She still had Kiwi to call on and she had some favors she could collect. Yes, she was going to call her fellow Solo when the woman was probably deep asleep but she was dealing with Sombra so her friend wouldn’t be too pissed about it.

“Busy. Have a look,~” The girl replied before a video was sent to her. She gagged as she saw the camera feed of Adam Smasher’s apartment locked on to Kiwi while she was being pounded by the much bigger borg. Her screams and the way she bent had her quickly closing the video and deleting it on her end. She knew that the two were an item but she didn’t have to see that with her own two eyes damn it! She’d need some time with Hiro to scrub off the mental image now.

Throwing her hands up in frustration, she finally admitted defeat, “Ok fine! You want a payment? Here’s something you can’t say no too. I’ll set up a dinner where you can join me and Kiriko,” She shouted. She didn’t have any more time to argue and she’d rather not waste anymore time. She just wanted to know if this lead she was following would show her what she’s looking for.

“I was just going to ask for some videos but this is way better.~ No take backsies,~” The girl crowed out in victory as Rebecca found herself paying more than she should have.

“Fucking damn it,” She cursed once more but what’s done was done and she’d just have to deal with the consequence later.

“Just tell me where, along with all the details you have, and I’ll come by so I can get you in. I want to see what got you all worked up enough to call me,” The girl then said, Rebecca could only sigh as she got the girl up to speed but omitted some details; like how bad the situation was behind closed doors. As much as she trusted her, she was still an outsider to Arasaka and a damn teen to boot. Some degree of caution was warranted.

It only took half an hour before Sombra arrived at their agreed meeting place. She had relocated a bit further away as she expected the Valentina to arrive with something flashy, but she might have judged her too harshly as the girl arrived in a MaiMai of all things, a violet MaiMai but still.

“Took you long enough,” Rebecca huffed out as she sat on the hood of her ride.

Stepping out of the car, she found herself looking at the younger girl's well toned body that showed off her curves. The girl certainly rocked those daisy dukes and her checkered top. Tipping her cowboy hat up, she fired, “Hey, if you need to sneak in with a forged invitation, you have to prepare for the part. Got any spare clothes in your trunk?”

Rebecca glared at the young girl as she remembered that her usual outfit, while comfortable to wear, was getting quite iconic. She was sneaking in so she would need a disguise. What use was her snooping around when people recognized her and immediately be on guard.

“Does it look like I didn't come prepared?” She asked as she hopped off the hood of her ride and opened the trunk to reveal some extra clothes she had prepared just in case her outfit got covered in blood.

The girl hummed as she stared at her before barging in and rifling through her extra clothes. “Hmmm, yes. Now, let’s see if I can whip something up to disguise you.”

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In the end, they had to give up on picking a disguise. Her exotic looks and tattoo’s were just too much, so they went the other way around. They just doubled down on it and made it look like she was some poser trying to emulate her idol but trying to improve the image. Tossing her jacket, she picked up a classic bunny girl outfit; complete with the bunny ears and heels. In the end, she looked like a sexier version of herself if she had to be honest. She still had her jacket wrapped around her waist to hide her guns.

As they walked up to the guards at the entrance, her distinct look earned quite the look. The guards quirked an eyebrow but didn’t comment as they held out their hands and asked, “Invitations?”

“For two,~” Sombra replied as she sent the forged invitation. They had to wait for some other girls to come in but Sombra was nothing if not quick with how fast she whipped those up. It was good enough that the man nodded and opened the door for her.

As they were about to enter, one of them stopped. “Wait, before you go…” She was about to pull out her gun and paint the wall with their brains when the man grinned and complimented, “Props for giving the Firebird look a twist. I thought all you posers liked to get everything down to the last detail but man, you proved me wrong. You nailed the look and improved upon it.”

She blinked as she thanked two, “I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“Is she really a poser though if she’s not trying to look as close as her idol? Then again, the girl's outfit can be quite revealing and you know how some businesses and their outdated old fashioned dress codes are, so it's understandable she goes with something more conservative,” The other mused out, making both her and Sombra stare at the rather eloquent and well spoken Animal.

He was cuffed in the back of his head for trouble as the first one shook his head before he gestured at the door, “Don’t mind us, just a pair of Animals having a bit of banter. Enjoy the party,” He beckoned them inside.

Rebecca could only give a sigh of relief as they got past the weird pair and slipped inside without much trouble. She wasn’t quite sure how to take the fact that she was famous enough to get her own posers, but it was part of the package of being famous she supposed, “Head down low Chequita, don’t want to attract any more attention,” Her companion reminded her as she pulled up her hoodie.

The party was in full swing by the time they got there. For a disgraced Fixer, Faraday was still living the life of luxury as copious amounts of expensive alcohol, drugs and dolls were present at the party. The man himself was laughing uproariously as he was surrounded by his close confidants. Rebecca couldn’t help but feel something odd about this given how he had been barred from doing business in the city with both Rogue and Hiro blocking him off from various illegal and legal sources of income.

“So, found your target?” Sombra asked through the comms as they searched the building for her target. They blended in quite well with all the other posers around, copying the looks of both the living and dead celebrities alike. She wouldn't be surprised if a member of the Willow Sisterhood was part of the crowd.

“Let me just feel him out,” Rebecca replied as she breathed in deep before dipping her hands into the sea of souls. She was quick, refusing to dwell any longer than was needed in its depths as she got a feel of everyone around her. The flavor of alcohol and greed quickly tipped her off where he was and there he was with Faraday, drinking once more, “Found him.”

“Just like that?” Sombra asked, surprised at the swiftness of their search.

“Just think of it as magic,” She replied cryptically. Technically, it was but it also wasn’t as being a psyker was closer to being an esper than a magician.

With her mystery man found, she made a beeline to him to see just what he was up to. He was talking to the fixer, but there were plenty of spots for her to hide in and mingle with the crowd. She only needed to get close enough to hear things. Before she could set her plan into motion, she bumped into the most unlikely of faces.

“Rebecca?” Lucy mouthed as their eyes locked in. What the hell was she doing here? Unfortunately for her, her question had to wait as Faraday’s eyes soon locked on to them. The way the man's visage quickly twisted into a sneer told her that her fragile cover was blown. What’s worse was how Lucy’s own look of confusion hardened as she started backing away.

Her senses screamed as Faraday stood up from his seat. Grabbing on to Sombra, she ducked low as the former Fixer of her gang pulled out a gun and opened fire. Pandemonium soon followed as the guests scattered leaving her and Sombra alone in the room, surrounded by the men of her enemy, “Can’t a girl enjoy a party?” She asked jokingly as various guns were aimed in her direction.

“It seems that an agent of Arasaka found our little operation. To think that the one they sent was Rebecca herself,” Faraday replied as he leveled a glare at them. She could only watch her former friend walk up to the man threatening them. She glared back as she slowly got up and dusted herself off.

“While I’m quite flattered that you know me and I would love to have some drinks, it seems that I’m not welcome. Now if you’d just let us go, I’ll be more than happy to forget all about this,” She offered as she tried to bluff her way out of the situation. She clenched her fists as she started counting the people around her. Discounting Lucy and Faraday, there were only twelve other men, each armed with some of Militech’s heaviest weaponry.

“Oh no, you’re quite welcome to stay. In fact, I insist,” Faraday grinned as he cocked his gun once more and leveled the barrel right at her head, “Don’t take this personally, I just don’t like it when someone gets to know information they ought not have known in the first place,” As much as it unnerved her to have a gun pointed right at her head, she did her best to to calm down as she called upon the Warp once more.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you but, it’s not like you can keep me here. You know why? You shouldn’t choose decor that catches fire easily,” She replied, earning her some looks of confusion.

As the fire in her fist hit a critical, she threw it down and allowed the fire to consume everything surrounding her and Sombra. The warp fire roared into life as it was forced into reality, burning everything it touched, “Shoot her!” Shouted Faraday through the roaring blaze.

Pulling out their own guns, they fired back with only the fire helping them. Away from the luxury and opulence of the Arasaka tower, the city was quickly reminded that It was still the cold unforgiving mistress that it was. Lucy might have been her friend once, but things can change at the drop of a hat and now Rebecca would find herself at the crosshairs of a once close acquaintance. Surrounded by foes with only Sombra as her back up, it was either fight or die and she wasn’t so eager to die right now.