The bars lined the cage held the two Junkers, was smaller than the last. Water came down in droplets in the corner just short of hitting the bunk beds.
Mako sat on the steel chair too small for his body. In his hands was a novel he had checked out from the library. He turned the page hearing his cell mate trying to get into the base of the metal poles.
"You know, you could try to help break the floor to get us out."
The larger man snorted turning towards the back away from him. The younger man grabbed his hair in frustration. "How the hell am I suppose to get us to escape if you won't help us?!"
The sounds of gates moving caught their attention. Jamison hurried to the top bunk making sure to put on his best act of sleeping. Mako rolled his eyes going back to the book.
An officer approached the door to their cell making sure he had his information right. "You both should count yourselves lucky. Someone wants to talk to you."
He opened the door having four officers fully armed waiting for them. "Go on. Get out." The blank faces they had were full of distaste for the criminals.
Mako picked up Jamison dragging him out of the cell. He handed him the book walking with the small man in front of him.
The moved passed the loud noises of other inmates banging and screaming. They walked down the unpleasant corridor and into a large conference room.
An old man decorated in gear labelled with the number seventy six, stood by the table opposite of their own. Next to him was a woman staring them down. Mako couldn't help but stare at the tattoo around her eye.
"They're all yours Strike Commander. Be careful with these two, they're dangerous."
"It's just Morriston now. I'm not a commander anymore." Jack nodded taking a seat next to Ana. "Let's talk about a deal. Something that might get you out of these cells." He laced his fingers looking at the two in the orange jumpsuits.
Mako sat down listening to the man. Jamison groaned crossing his arms. "Why the hell should we help you? What are you gonna do for us?"
"If you're willing to help Overwatch, we'll work out on giving you pardons in at most, three countries." Jack looked at them hoping for some sign of an agreement.
Jamison laughed loudly banging onto the table. "They...they need Our help..." He cleaned his face of a small tear exiting his eye. He noticed their serious expressions leaning back on the chair. "You're seriously thinking of asking us?"
Mako leaned over the table staring down at the former commander. "Any three we want? The ones we've been banned from?"
The captain answered faster than Morrison could. "Yes that's right. We have your files. If you wanted to go back to Australia or New Zealand, we could work something out for you."
Mako stuck out his hand staring at her. "We'll make the deal. I want to go and retire in Italy...maybe with a house in the countryside if that's an option."
Jamison stated in disbelief. "Roadie...you can't be serious mate..." He became quiet looking down at the ground. He looked up the other two holding out his own hand.
Amari raised her eyebrow looking at him. "And where is it that you want to go? Have any idea?"
"I want to make up my mind later. Gives me time to think of my options."
Jack and Ana took their hands giving a firm shake. Ana stood up grabbing her small gun on her hip shooting Mako. He went down easily scaring Jamison.
"What the fuck did you do to my mate?!"
Ana reloaded the gun pointing it at Jamison. The fear across his face said it all. She took aim shooting him in the middle of his forehead.
Mako woke up first looking around at the truck they were in. He glanced around the room feeling the heaviness of the sleep dart still in his system.
The thinner man was still unconscious laying next to him. He groaned pushing himself against the wall to get up onto his feet.
The sounds of the truck moving and bumping along gave him some relief. The small amount of light came through the small window behind the diver's seat.
The handcuffs around his wrists strained his flesh, noticing the ones around the sleeping man's as well. He grunted as they hit a rather large bump almost knocking him down.
Jamison groaned having the bump smack his face into the flooring. "Fuck!" He grabbed his face feeling the strong stinging mainly coming from his nose. "Where the hell are we?!"
Mako lifted him up having the truck begin to slow down. He peeked out the small window seeing the same elder man in the driver's seat. The same older woman in the seat next to him.
They got out opening the back of the truck. The bright light of the outside blinded them as exited onto the ramp. Mako and Jamison stayed close together looking out at the building.
It looked more like a warehouse than a headquarters. They saw the pile of boxes and unused vehicles for their missions collecting dust from their inactivity.
They made their way to the inner workings of halls and tunnels on the building. Jamison whistled looking out into the emptiness. "This is kinda sad."
"Watch what you say." They stopped seeing the large gorilla cleaning his glasses. "We may be few in numbers, but we have plenty of push for our efforts." He moved towards them seeing the two in handcuffs. "Are these them?"
Jack nodded letting Ana take the lead. She moved in front of them with her hand firmly on her gun. "We will be giving you your own rooms. They will be guarded when you're not under our care."
Jamison began to laugh pointing at Winston. "Are serious?! You're gonna have a gorilla watch our doors at night... Ah, this is too good." He cleaned a fresh teardrop from his eye.
"No he will not. My turrets will."
He turned around having his jaw drop seeing the woman who spoke. Mako smacking his head for his reaction.
The woman approached with her robotic arm raised flipping her long hair over her shoulders. "I'm guess we really have to dirty hands to do the dirty work."
"This is Satya Vaswani. She'll be making sure to keep an eye on you two for tonight." said Ana walking over to the small table. She poured herself some tea taking a sip.
Satya moved towards the hallway turning back to them. "You can call me Symmetra, if not, Satya. Now, follow me please." She began to move letting them do so. Mako walked behind Jamison groaning at the other man ogling at her.
She stopped in front of their rooms at the end of the hall opening the first door. She took a set of keys taking the handcuffs off Mako." This will be your room. You have your own bathroom and there's a meal on your nightstand. You're not allowed to leave until morning when I have the turrets on standby."
Mako walked in surprised to see a room made for someone of his size. The tray by the bed had a bread roll, white rice, steamed vegetables, stuffed mushrooms and tea. He nodded closing the door behind him wanting to have a proper shower and rest.
Jamison moved closer holding his wrist up for her to do the same. "So, you're having to play babysitter for us? Are you new or do they trust you handsome, hardened criminals?"
She couldn't help but start laughing looking at him. "What gave you the idea that you would be handsome? You're certainly lanky. Handsome? No. Definitely dirty and in definite use of that shower that you would have full access to."
The look of insult written across his face was just priceless. He decided to not let it show completely and return to his usual appearance." Well fine then. I know for a fact that I'm handsome. You've just never seen a man like me."
"That's fairly true. I haven't seen someone so dirty." She undid the handcuffs opening his door. "Make sure to wash everything off you. You both have uniforms for the morning."
He walked in slowly seeing the proper room. He was so used to a shack and jail cells to have realised that this is what a bedroom should look like. "Will you be here in the morning?"
"It'll be myself or maybe someone else. I can not say for certain." She held the door keeping an eye on Mako's room. "Good night and please enjoy your room."she said closing the door. Satya began to place her turrets around the doors activating them to guard the doors.
Jamison looked out the window on the building seeing the long drop off the side of the cliff. If he tried to escape, it would surely kill him. He look at the tray sniffing the food. "It's definitely not the usual takeaway."
His plate mimicking that of his friend. He sat down on the bed testing out its firmness deciding it was rather nice compared to the spring ripped bed that waited for him on the daily. The smell of the room was also different. It had no smell of sweat and copper. No rust or erosion caking the walls.
He took a bite chewing it rather slowly. As he masticated the stuffed mushroom, he thought of their way of living. Deserters lost to the population of Australia. Even if they were hardened criminals, making the deal might be for the better for them.
He quickly stuffed his face making sure that he ate every single bite on the plate. He moved the tray to the side wandering slowly into the bathroom. The shower was rather spacious and there was a good distance between that and the toilet. The mirror at the top of the sink show just how much of a different world he truly had entered.