You two had been silent for a few miles of the ride now. The fun atmosphere dying down as he seemed to fall asleep next to you. Well, that didn't work. You thought you could be slick and 'convince' Junkrat to work in your favor. Instead, you've found that he REALLY has a thing for you and that he's much more handsy than you thought he would be. He still kept an arm around your shoulders as you waited at a stoplight. You kept your eyes forward as your hand moved to the door, pulling the handle. Much to your surprise, it was unlocked.
"Whaddya think you're doin' Iaso? Ya know I can't let you do tha'." Junkrat spoke softly, pulling your arm away from the door. He gave a small yawn. "Jamison…I really want to go home. Please just…Let me go. " Your voice was soft as well, as though keeping sure no one else could hear. You moved to rest your hand on his. Perhaps he could feel some compassion for you. His eyes watched you curiously while the mechanical arm rested around your shoulders. He turned his head and looked away from you before releasing his arm from around you. "I don't see widow anywhere. Hoggy is probably already at the drop wherever that is." He reached into his pockets and sighed. He forgot he changed clothes. After a moment he reached down to his shoe and pulled out a rather smelly yet small amount of cash. He took your hand and placed the cash in your palm. "It'll be enough to make a phone call and grab a bite. Or make a few phone calls...Either way, Stay in crowds and keep your head low." This was the serious side of Junkrat again. It was almost as though he was a different person.
"A-are you sure?" You stammered, you couldn't believe he was doing this for you. "Ta put it simply, No. But…You escaped. Simple as tha'. " He gave a grin and reached down to his grenades, preparing one as he continued on. "I want ya to hit me as hard as you can, then run. Ther'll be a nice boom, don't stop. " He finished as he fiddled with a grenade from his launcher. You gave a pause, as though waiting for him to continue before you spoke. "Are you going to be alright?" You certainly never wanted anyone to get hurt for your sake. His eyes lit up in mischievous delight. "Aw, lookit there, ya do care!" He laughed while you watched him and gave a sigh. "You're a good man, Jamison. Thank you." You smiled, leaning forward you gave him a kiss on the cheek.
His laughter came to a stop while face lit up redder than the tip of a match. His cheeks were bright as can get, until your fist cracked hard against his cheek. He made a sound of surprise and pain while the Omnic driver came to a sudden halt at the detection of violence in the vehicle. Before anything further could happen, you threw open the car door and made a mad dash for freedom. Running straight down the sidewalk. You heard mad laughter followed by what sounded like Junkrat cursing the omnic before a loud explosion rang through the city block. The vehicle you had just been riding in lit ablaze with no sign of your new friend anywhere.
His words came back to you. Run. So you did. While emergency vehicles surrounded the flaming debris of a car you had been in, you high tailed it out of there. It wasn't long before you made it to a telephone booth. After unfolding and straightening out the money Junkrat had given you, you inserted it into the machine. It soon came to life as the video camera enable and voice communications came active. You entered in the only number to the Overwatch team that you knew by heart.
The number to Dr. Ziegler's office.
As your fingers entered the numbers the reality of the situation set in. While the car ride with Junkrat was a nice distraction, it wasn't exactly welcome. You did hope the guy was alright, he was kind to you, if not a little perverted. The ringing of the phone brought you back to focus, and you went through your mind checking off things to tell whoever answered. It rang three times before someone picked up, and much to your delight, it was the doctor herself. "Hello, Dr. Ziegler's office. The doctor is in! What can I do to- Iaso?" She had nearly finished her usual greeting before being quite stunned at the sight on the monitor. "Iaso, what happened? I heard you had been captured? Are you alright?" Mercy seemed very concerned for the wellbeing of her friend. "No, well, yes...Look, I don't know how much time I have. Can you relay a message to the others here and tell them that I was at the explosion on Rose Avenue and am heading southbound on…" You paused to double check your location, "I'm going south on Kingswood Lane it looks like. Talon has my gloves and the chemicals, Angela. They're trying to get me to work with them. They're going to be searching for me and they may just come after you too." You finished, out of breath. You really hadn't had much chance to take a breather since your sudden departure from the vehicle.
"Just calm down, and breathe. You're scared right now, I understand. I'm sending an emergency broadcast to Winston and to Reinhardt. They will both have your location soon. You said Talon has your gloves and the chemical? They have a tracker on them then. It is likely that's why Winston sent a small team to observe Lijiang Towers." Mercy concluded, she was visibly writing as she spoke.
A robotic voice came on in the booth, "One minute call time remaining"
"Angela, I'm scared. I am. My first mission and I fuck things up. I don't know what Talon wants to do with that chemical, but you and I both know what it could be engineered to do. Oh! And tell the guys to be careful about the pair of junkers! They aren't with talon but they are working for Talon. Tell them to try not to kill them if it comes to it, they're the ones who helped me get where I am now. "A signal popped up on the screen suggesting to end the call before it got cut off. "I've got to go. I'm going to keep moving. Thank you, Angela." You breathed a sigh of relief. Angela gave a smile and nodded, "Of course Iaso, I'll pass this information along. You stay safe, We need you here." The doctor insisted as the video cut off and audio quit.
You turned to leave the telephone box and a bullet grazed by your right leg. A shot clearly not meant to kill, but just to disable. Adrenaline began to rush through you once more as you took off like a bat out of hell down the street, making sure to keep yourself moving in irregular patterns until you finally dove into a shopping plaza. "Shit…I shouldn't have stopped. I should have kept going." You hid behind a solid wall, breathing heavily. For some damn reason, even with your head on the line, you still were curious if Jamison made it out of that car intact. The hurricane of emotion inside you igniting your survival instincts. You took off again, not wanting to remain in one place for too long. Still you continued south on Kingswood, trying desperately to find your teammates.
Meanwhile, a couple miles back at the smoldering wreckage Jamison watched as the emergency crews worked on ensuring the scene had no injuries. Junkrat, being familiar with his own weapon systems, knew exactly how to pop off a couple grenades without much injury to himself. He did have a burn on his arm a few scratches from the debris, and of course a black and blue from Iaso's loving touch, but otherwise he was unharmed. He carried his grenade launcher with him while he ran as best as he could down an alleyway to hide out of sight. He took a seat on the old stone path resting his weapon on his lap as he fiddled with a screw on his prosthetic leg, tightening it.
He heard the telltale wind and saw movement in his peripheral vision. Reaper stood there, rather unamused. "You let her get away, rat." The shadowed figure spoke in a harsh tone. "She knocked me on my ass in the back seat of the car and when I tried to pop a bomb at her my gun popped it back at me." Junkrat rolled his eyes as he started to fiddle with his weapon now, as though fixing something that had never broke to begin with. Reaper's shoes kicked up pebbles as he stepped closer to Junkrat, his hands withdrawing his own two guns from his sides. "You're more of a pain in the ass than you're worth, rat." Reaper grunted and shook his head, taking aim at Jamison.
"Aye, Yeah. What of it? I hear that one from hoggy every now and again. " Junkrat stood and picked up his weapon, leisurely holding it as though he had no intent to use it. "Ya know, You and Wickerflicker do make a good pair. It's easy to see why you work well together. Ya know why hoggy and I work well together?" Junkrat mused as he took a few steps. It was odd that Reaper was hesitating. Perhaps someone unknown was speaking to him through a communicator of sorts?
Reaper cocked his guns and followed Junkrat with his aim, "Because you're both from that irradiated trash heap you call home?" Reaper growled in that ethereal way unique to him. "Wha…? No no! We work well together, because unlike you and Windowmucker, I've always got his back..And he's got mine!" Junkrat howled with his trademark laugh as a hook seemed to dart from the far end of the alleyway, wrapping around reaper and pulling him closer to the hulking man who had been hiding among the garbage in wait. The echoing sound of Roadhogs scrap gun rang from the alley. He dropped the limp body of Reaper and walked closer to Junkrat. Junkrat spat on Reaper's corpse and laughed, "Ya shoulda shot when ya had the chance!" He snickered.
"Junkrat, Let's go before anyone finds us. We need to get outta town." Roadhog increased his pace, walking faster from the alley and away from the scene of the fiery explosion. "Righto. Gotta get gone before anything else happens." As the pair ran, Junkrat kept an eye out for you. Curious how far you had gotten, or if you tried to come back. "I suppose this might end our contract with Talon, eh?" Junkrat questioned as he kept pace with his friend. Roadhog gave a nod, "That wasn't an accident, was it? You let her go." The large man never stopped walking, never turned to look at Jamison as they continued on their path. "I…Er…Well, you see. What had happened was-" Junkrat started to explain but was cut off by Roadhog. "I want to tell you don't worry about it. She is cute, and I'm surprised you didn't try to run off with her," He chuckled deeply, snorting somewhat. "But, You busted our contract with Talon. I doubt we will get our pay from this mission, and it'll probably be a while until we can get contracted again. No idea how we'll get out of the city quietly. Was it really worth it, Jamison?" Roadhog ducked through an alleyway, appearing to know where he was going.
Junkrat gave a pause and looked down the road you disappeared down, giving a grin. "Ya know what, Mako...Yeah. I think it was."
A/N: Thanks so much for sticking with me this far. I hope you're still enjoying this as I'm most definitely enjoying writing it. As always, reviews both good and bad are welcome. Help me improve or just let me know what you think!