	Numerous Talon operatives sat in a room, each staring attentively ahead at the podium floor. They were to be instructed in the ways of the silent kill, the ways of the assassin. And as they waited, an unnerving silence filled the room as each killer-in-training awaited their teacher. Distantly, soft taps could be heard, prefacing the appearance of their instructor, her laviscious body moving in a purpose-filled strut.
	"So you are our next lot? Hmm...I think I can do something." A loud crack filled the room as Widowmaker snapped a rod to the wall behind her, a clip beginning to play upon the wall. "These will be the basics of preparing your sho-mh!...Shot." Uncharacteristically, Widowmaker bit her lip and stifled a groan, one of shock apparent to her students but also one of hidden pleasure. Something soft and dexterous had found its way to Widowmaker's rear, grabbing a handful of her supple flesh and tugging it up and down. Instantly Lacroix knew, Sombra had come to tease her. The teacher felt herself ill with dread at the prospect of dealing with Sombra while instructing, but at the same time she felt a throb in her lower body, memories of their "duet" resurfacing.
	"Ahem, excuse me." Taking a deep breath, Widowmaker rebuilt her composure and faced her class. "As I was saying, we will be going over the utter basics." With another jerk of her arm, the teacher's rod smacked against the video screen, bringing forth a new slide, the room being filled by the scratches of graphite upon paper as the students copied down the info. What the students didn't see however, was how close Widowmaker's arm had come to hitting Sombra instead, the hacker's heart beating in her chest at Lacroix's feisty little show.
	Leaning closer to Widowmaker, the cloaked hacker whispered into her ear, "Just for that, I'll be bothering you all class my spider~." Lacroix only responded with an unamused grunt, so as to not draw her students attention, but unfortunately a loud slap echoed through the classroom as Sombra brought her other hand down on the spider's unmolested cheek, soft blue flesh jiggling as kinetic force traveled through it. Faintly, the sniper felt blood pumping in that abused cheek but she had managed to kill her moan in her throat this time, the heads that had been glued to their desk scanning the room for the source of the smack they heard.