A saloon basement

A smoky basement beneath a charmingly rustic saloon. Ashe could have picked a dozen more fabulous places, but she was always a victim of her own aesthetic. Fourteen of the most notorious criminals in the Western Hemisphere assembled around a few tables. Ashe of the Deadlock gang, her loyal soon-to-be-disloyal henchman BOB, eleven of her fellow gangleaders, and a hacker surreptitiously lurking in the shadows.

"So, first order of business." Ashe put her boots on the table as the room turned to her, a frothy mug of beer in her hand. "Everybody keep an eye out. Some Overwatch dregs think they can play hero around here, especially that bastard Cassidy. If anyone takes down one of them, bring me proof and I'll make it worth your while. Now, reports."

As one of the gangleaders began expositing about a shipment of omnic salvage from Russia that might be good for a robbery, Ashe spilled a bit of beer on her clothes. With a muttered swear, Ashe snapped her fingers and BOB approached her to help clean her up. That's when Sombra activated the first of her many hacks.