Omnics are the scum of this earth, that much Mako Rutledge is aware of. And cyborgs? They themselves were very close to being categorized as exactly the same, by Junker standards. As such, even the idea of an interaction with the silver-clad warrior filled the large man with annoyance, at best - and a strange sense of... fear. Nervousness. He wasn’t able to quite put his finger on it but...
Well, not that it mattered. What mattered was the tone of voice he chose to assume when finally gathering the strength - not courage, strength - to address the ninja. Angry. And threatening. Yes, good. Perfect. Not even a trace of the actual matter at hand recognizable in his voice.
“...need your help.“ the Junker huffed, staring the cyborg down. They were both Overwatch agents now, after all. Weren’t they supposed to... help out their comrades... and all that?
As much as Roadhog hated the fact that the half-omnic was his only option, at this point...
@metal-sparrow // starter call;;














