And Then There Were Three
Rob a government base, Junkrat said. It would be simple, he said. It’s barely guarded, he said. Well, that part was a lie, but Roadhog wasn’t exactly surprised. By now, he rarely ever questioned the somewhat eccentric ideas of the young Junker he, by some strange twist of fate came to call his boss. He simply gave a little nod, sometimes a sigh. At times, even a grunt or two. And followed his companion right bigger and bigger trouble, time after time, through thick and thin.
He wasn’t even sure why he was doing this to himself anymore, at times. Well, yet again, that was a lie. He knew, but…
This time, the prize wasn’t even worth the effort of getting into the heavily guarded base. Sure, the sight of experienced, skilled guards retreating in panic as they realised who exactly they were dealing with managed to bring a smile to the old Junker’s lips. Still – overall, the spoil was meagre, barely even existent, and that did not exactly put Roadhog in a good mood, oh no.
And things were just starting to get… no, not interesting. The word on its own implied that there was some value to the things happening around him, that they might be a meaningful addition to someone’s life. The sight the large Junker was met with wasn’t meaningful. Or positive or… any of that. It was yet another annoyance he would have to deal with.
“Oi. Roadie.” A soft, crazed titter announced Junkrat’s presence, right at his bodyguard’s side. “Check out what I found.”
Well… Roadhog had not expected a… a guy?
He squinted. He wasn’t seeing… things, was he?