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In the shadows of a currently deserted café on the outskirts of Cairo, Ramattra stands with his arms folded, looking at waiting. *I feel as though I will come to regret this*, he thinks, resigned. This meeting with Talon - well, with one of the shadowy organization's "representatives" - already grated at the omnic leader's synthetic nerves. He did not trust Talon, but he was not blind to the benefits a potential alliance might have. Resources, funding...weaponry. Null Sector had been thwarted by Overwatch before, and Talon was ostensibly dedicated to eradicating that cursed group and its so-called 'heroes' once and for all, so there was a mutual enemy there, at least.
Ramattra's head tilts upwards at the sound of footsteps, from the staircase nearby. "You're late. For your employer's sake, I hope your time-keeping skills are not representative of your abilities to negotiate." His voice is neutral, though his body language remains naturally authoritative and his expressionless faceplate reveals no hint of his inner thoughts. The omnic is intimidatingly tall, and has a kind of unspoken grace and dignity that is surprising, considering his brutal reputation.
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