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Talon is falling, many of its agents are either leaving or dying. The once feared organization began crumbling when their most prized agent, the heartless Widowmaker, was taken away from them.
Overwatch insisted that she was never theirs, anyway.
Overwatch. They became a huge problem again after the Petras Act was repealed.
After their pet had been taken away, missions became less and less successful. There were less quick and clean assassinations, and soon enough they would be tracked down.
Losing their best sniper wasn't the only reason for their slow downfall, though. The Reaper, the mercenary Talon thought they could trust, returned (kicking and screaming) to Overwatch.
And then there's the Shadow.
Talon higher-ups questioned where the woman's loyalties lie. Every mission she was assigned to has either been failed or 'succeeded beyond every expectation' that her grin would not fade for days on end.
Sombra is a genius, a prodigy. In theory, every mission assigned to her would be a success. But this simply wasn't the case. The shadow is too playful, too carefree. She rarely ever takes anything seriously. Her loyalty to Talon is questionable.They could easily kill her and get rid of that annoyance, but Sombra's skills with technology is far too valuable.
It's hard to admit, but Sombra is an asset to them. An extremely annoying and questionable, but useful, asset.
After a thorough discussion, decision between the higher-ups of the organization has been made.
The shadow would have to be tamed.