He stalked through the shadows towards his target, former Overwatch agent Anon, his lips curling in disdain. Pathetic. He couldn’t tell who he hated more—the so-called “heroes” or the government entities. Reaper decided it didn’t matter. They’d all die eventually… just some sooner than others. This one, however, is useful to Talon. As soon as they walked into an uninhabited area, Reaper struck, tackling them and slamming them against a wall while he pressed the barrel of one of his shotguns threateningly at their neck. “Don’t. Move.”