#cartaxus : NADIA.

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∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun ]  at  receiver . [ shes mad but shes not actually gonna pew pew her she’s just emotional that shes alive ok , how wld u react if u thought ur dead lil sis came back ]

        ...ESTABLECIENDO CONEXIÓN,  @cartaxus .

        in hindsight,  she really should have been caught years ago considering how much time she spent in dorado.  perhaps she had gotten a bit cocky knowing that her appearance now had a stark difference to her youth.  dark,  curly hair was now dyed,  cut, and straightened.  facial features were manipulated with eccentric makeup and careful contouring,  not to mention over a decade's time would age anybody.  even her mannerisms taken a snarkier,  more serious turn after committing to the identity of sombra.  could you really blame her for visiting mexico so much when nobody was meant to recognize her in the first place?

        ... the answer was a resounding yes.  sombra's communications with los muertos were kept strictly through the guise of the collective.  voice modulators and impressions of accents kept the gang clueless as to who they were truly talking to,  especially el rey herself.  she was the one that she was most concerned about considering their history.  it would be just her luck that nadia would be the one who rose to the top after her disappearance.  couldn't have been the assholes she barely spoke to,  it had to be the one who knew her all too personally.  she supposed it was only natural that it would catch up with her eventually.

        "  ██████ ?  "

        her guilt came in the form of a name.  instinctually,  her hand reached for the gun hidden beneath her coat as she slowly turned her head.  despite her façade of retaliation,  there was nothing more that she wanted to besides run.  damn the abundance of alleyways throughout dorado.  couldn't go anywhere without running into one.  at least in the safety of a crowd she would be able to assume it wasn't directed at her,  it wasn't an uncommon name by any means,  but alone with nobody to blame?  she might be screwed.

        cybernetic eyes locked directly onto a familiar skull mask,  embellished like the calaveras of de los muertos.  el rey towered before her,  gun in hand and pointed directly at her chest in a white-knuckled grip.  greaaat.  a girl grows up in a gang,  uncovers a massive conspiracy, joins a terrorist group,  and this was how she might go down?  she'd laugh if it wasn't so tense.

        hands raised at either side of her head,  wrists limp in a sheepish attempt of placating nadia.  "  ...  never met her?  "  a crooked,  awkward smile followed.  ay...  estoy jodida.