The hot australian sun pounded down on the two junkers and their precious cargo. The giant chopper's engine roared as the sidecar clunked alongside and the covered trailer and the several hundred gold credits clinked behind. The lankier one was deep in thought as he picked pieces of flesh off of his shoulders.
"Oi really should get a cleaner way of dealin' with the fuzz." he joked.
The large one did not answer.
The lankier said "It's just a joke mate, no reason to be all silent treatment on me." The larger sighed deeply and continued to watch the road.
"Well oi can't complain about me methodology, it gets the job done, roight?" quipped Junkrat with blatant fake cheerfulness.
The more rotund one of the two was familiar with his counterpart's miserable small talk skills and it made him wish more than anything that he still lived in his small room near the center of Junkertown. But he reminded himself that he had other things to focus on. He drew his mind back to the only thing keeping him from strangling his shrimpy comrade.That thing was the plan to dethrone and kill the reason for his exile. He was desperate to do that. So desperate, in fact, that he would work with the idiot parallel to him. He sighed again as the red dirt flew up behind them.
After they had pulled into their shoddy barn and hauled the credits to their poorly disguised safe, they wheeled it in and sat down on the muddy mattress. After a long pause, Jameson said
"Ya know, I always liked blowin' bots and walls and the like up, but oi dunno about all the livin' people i've been killin'."
"I don't." said Mako "I'll kill anyone what tries to stop me from gettin' back to town."
"Except me roight? said Junkrat? "Especially you…" replied Mako. Surprised, Jamison replied "Geez mate, oi wasn't tryin' ta pick a foight, but think about it. All those people we filled full a' lead back in King's Row had families and livelihoods."
Mako was silent.
Jameson morosely picked another piece of bloody skin off his shoulder and thought of the painful expression on the face of the man whom it had belonged to as he was torn in two by a bomb of Jameson's own making. He shivered as he thought of what that might have felt like.
"Oi dunno if oi wanna do this anymore…" said Jameson.
"What?..." said Mako threateningly as he stood bolt upright.
"N-n-no need to g-get worked up now Mako." Jameson said as he backed away from his partner, who was now standing threateningly and reaching for his newly bloodstained hook. Junkrat walked backwards from Mako while stuttering in fear "Now I've put a lotta thought into this and i'm just dont ruining people's lives just to get back at the Queen" he said as Roadhog slowly and menacingly advanced on him.
"Well you should have thought of that before ruining MY LIFE" the lucid hog yelled at Jameson, who had now backed himself into a corner.
"We've killed dozens of people to get this loot and we're almost done. You will NOT chicken out now. Not after all the killing i've done." mako had now pinned Jameson to the wall by an arm and had the reddened hook unsettlingly close to Jameson's throat.
"ALROIGHT ALROIGHT" Jameson yelled. "We're almost done… One more big heist and we can go through with the plan."
Jameson did not sleep that night. He was more conflicted as ever about killing people than he had ever been.
"Maybe Mako's roight…" He said to himself. "Only one more heist. Only a few more people to gut and i'm back in town." he chuckled but hated himself for it as the sun began to rise over the irradiated landscape. "Only a few more…"