Jamie let him have it and drew back his hand while he searched through the pile, more than happy to help his partner breathe a little easier. Anything to make dealing with him a little more bearable, he wasn’t entirely cruel after all, and he did pay him well. As he pulled out more pieces of scrap he already started assembling some new bombs, brain running a mile a minute with his hands. He looked up when the other spoke again and listened quietly, “Huh.” He said, thinking of what they could do that would satisfy the older man.
“Vanishin’ is gonna be the issue, Hoggo.” He told him honestly, he definitely didn’t want to hear a lecture himself. They were so long and grueling and left him squirming in his seat eager to escape. Usually his attempts were met with other less pleased Overwatch members. “Kinda hard for us justa disappear, ya know?”
❝Either we go off the radar...or we do somethin’ that’ll take less than a day. Get in, get out. Make sure they don’t notice we’re gone.❞ As long as Roadhog got to cause mayhem. Perhaps the latter would be a better choice. Less time wasted, they wouldn’t have to answer any awkward questions of “where they went” or anything of the sort. Yeah. Yeah that was perfect! The more Roadhog thought about it the faster his pilfering became. AS if the thought excited him. Needless destruction would be theirs once more. They get the best of both worlds. Overwatch giving them a place to go, and they can loot all they like.
