“Get on the goddamn the payload!” Reaper shouted as his team scattered. “Hijos de sus chingada madres!”
It was bad enough they were able to push past the first bridge, but for nearly all of them to be scared of a guy that shoots arrows was stupid. Who brings arrows to a gun fight? He looks over to the half-man/half-cyborg mercenary with the stupidly large metal fist and shakes his head. Reaper was barely able to survive the surprise onslaught by shadow-stepping across the town of Rialto to heal and gather his thoughts.
Sombra had betrayed him and sold them out to the Overwatch group about their next targets. Now, his old commander, Morrison and his group of misfits pushed against them. Reaper had to wait for his team to gather at the rendezvous point before he was able to move and give proper orders.
After a brief moment, they meet and he orders Junkrat and Roadhog to do what they do best and cause property damage while Moira supports them along the way. Doomfist will flank, catching anyone trying to run.
“Widow! Watch their back,” He tells the only competent one in the team. “I’m going after their healer.”