Infiltration/Transcript

Sombra: Huh, I thought this was supposed to be the most advanced security system on the planet. Widowmaker: We don't have all day. Hurry up. Reaper: Enough. Do you have satellite? Sombra: Of course. Widowmaker: Are you certain the target is on-site? Sombra: Oh, she's here alright. Okay, you're in.

Guard: I cannot wait until the inspection is over. Reaper: The door. Sombra!

Sombra: Turrets are down. Widowmaker: I'm in position. Sombra, time to target. Sombra: Incoming, right now.

Guard: Chairman Volskaya. The new guidance systems. They will be the difference in destroying the hated omnics. Its-- Volskaya: Tell me we're still on schedule. The omnium will not wait for us to be ready before they attack again. Our first new mechs in a decade. This will ensure the future of Russia. Widowmaker: Just a little bit further... Guard: Miss Volskaya, let's move! Widowmaker: Quoi? Reaper: Widowmaker, hold the perimeter. We'll take over.

Reaper: Sombra! I'm cut off! It's on you now. Sombra: I'm all over it.

Sombra: She's getting away! Guard: Careful, Miss Volskaya!

Guard: All mechs, fire on catwalk, level three! Reaper: Sombra, status! Sombra: I'm working on it!

Guard: Where did she go? Find her!

Sombra: Katya Volskaya. Ha! You have no idea what it took for me to make this meeting happen. Guard: Miss Volskaya! Miss Volskaya! Sombra: Relájate, I'm not going to kill you! I mean, I'm the one who set off the alarm. Reaper: Sombra! do you have the targe-- Sombra: Okay, listen. I'm here to make a friend. I'll show you something I found. Tell me, what would happen if the people of Russia learned that their "defender against the omnics" was actually getting her tech from the enemy? What would that do to the future of Russia? Volskaya: What do you want? Sombra: The most powerful woman in Russia? Hah, I've always wanted a friend like that! Guard: Miss Volskaya, answer us! Sombra: So I'm thinking, I don't let these images appear on every holovid in the world and you help out your new friend every now and then. What do you say? Clock's ticking, amiga. Volskaya: As if I had a choice. Now what, "friend"? Sombra: I'll be in touch. Boop!

Sombra: Mission failed. Target escaped. Reaper: Get back to the ship. Sombra: Boop!

Volskaya: Do you know why you are here? Zarya: I believe I do.