Junkrat and Lúcio wished the girls a good night at roughly 11:30 pm, the two walking down the hall, tired, but feeling pretty good about everything. The Brazilian DJ stopped at his door, curious as he pulled a sheet of paper off of it and squinted at the page, "Man, we really need to work on Molly's handwriting…" he murmured softly.

"Give it 'ere." Rat instructed, holding out his hand. Lúcio handed it over and he looked at it. Knowing her like he did, he was able to read, 'Made one statue, will make more later', but he could see how it was hard for Lúcio to understand it when a majority of her letters were somehow backwards and/or upside down. He translated the message and Lúcio dashed inside to see the latest piece the little ankle biter had created, Rat peaking in the door way as the DJ slowed and stopped, bending down closer to get a better look.

"Que bonito…" he murmured, before looking back at him, excited, "Yo, Rat, come check this out!"

He didn't need to be told twice as he entered, making note that the DJ's room was far cleaner and less cluttered than Hana's room, (Then again, his was a clutter cluster fuck, so who was he to judge?) before looking at the little marvel Molly had left him.

It looked like something from that super big museum in France that he and Roadie went to and managed to allude the cops by staying in the place for a week. (They would buy food from the fancy restaurants inside the place, Roadie telling anyone who asked why they were without shirts, that they were supposed to be here to do some living art thing and they kept getting lost and hungry, which they bought, surprisingly.)

The lady was thin with a fancy dress that looked as if it were made of old computer chips and broken bits of plastic that people used to wrap their tech in, her face was obviously handdrawn on what looked like brown paper by a child, but it added a bit of innocence to the piece. The statue's white, wire hair seeming to hold up clear blue plastic squares with white symbols on them, as her hands gripped a round ball that had been scribbled to somewhat resemble the earth (Something he actually learned from that museum.).

Lúcio squinted at the screens, "Hey Rat, look at the little squares. They got Overwatch and Athena's logos on them."

He leaned closer and squinted a bit, seeing that, he was right, Molly had apparently taken great strides to paint the two symbols on these little bits of clear blue plastic.

"So, if she put th' Overwatch logo 'n Athena's logo thing, does tha' mean this is supposed ta be Athena?" He asked his fellow thief before the two looked up at the ceiling, as if silently asking for the AI to comment.

"Molly informed Brigitte that the image before you is indeed how she pictures me." Athena replied. The two young men looked down at the statue before looking back up to the ceiling, giving the AI thumbs up and smiles.

"Looking good, Athena!" Lúcio purred. Rat let out a cat call whistle and the two chuckled a bit.

"Thank you, but you two know that's not really what I look like." She replied.

"Seriously?" Rat asked. "Then what do ya look loike?"

A screen suddenly appeared in front of them and they watched as billions of zeros and ones flooded the screen in an instant. The two watched this for a moment before Rat looked up at the ceiling and said, "No offense, 'Thena, but I loike Molly's version of ya bettah, less hard ta read."

"Yeah. Same." Lúcio agreed.

The screen closed, "Perhaps I may ask Winston if I can have a new Avatar." The AI said thoughtfully, "It may be easier for him to listen to something that can emote and resembles something like him than it is for a glowing 'A'"

"Especially one Molly could've written." Lúcio teased before looking back at the statue, "But, aw man, I've got to show everyone this tomorrow! This is so cool!"

"Tomorrow sounds good." Rat agreed before letting out a yawn, "Hoo roo, mate." He said with a wave.

"Night Rat." He replied, walking him to the door like a good host (according to Roadie), the two of them watching as McCree finished laid out one of Rat's traps in front of the empty room across from Lúcio's, looking pretty pleased with himself.

"McCree?" the DJ called, surprising him and making him turn around and look at them as he asked, "What are you doing?"

McCree's expressoin went from shocked to the usual shit eating grin, "Oh, nothing much, just figured that, since he don't seem too fond of you or the Junkers that a little insurance was needed."

"You put any by the bed?" Rat asked.

"Nope, I wanted to but I heard some noises comin' from here earlier that indicated that it was best if I did not enter." He explained.

Rat and Lúcio gagged in unison, making the cowboy chuckle before indicating the two of them, "'N what were you two doin'?"

"Checkin' out Molly's statue of Athena." Rat said plainly as Lúcio held it up for his inspection. McCree took it carefully into his gloved hands, holding it up to the dim light of the hall and the bright lights of Lúcio's room.

"Damn if that girl don't have some mighty fine talent." He purred before carefully handing it back, "Although, after all she did tonight while you four were out 'n about, I shouldn't be surprised."

"Aw, did we miss out on th' fun?" Rat asked.

"Nah, but you missed a hell of a show! Athena filmed it all 'n Lena 'n me are gonna have a little 'movie night' in her room tomorrow, she'll tell you what time."

"Sounds great!" Lúcio said happily before wishing the others good night and closing his door behind him. Rat and McCree quickly followed suit with simple nods and smirks at the laid trap by the 'empty' room's door before closing their own.

Rat plopped the bag full of presents by his closet before he collapsed onto his bed, replaying the events of the day and smiling, while the suit fucked a lot of things up, he'd had a pretty good day overall and he actually felt as if he could get a good night's sleep.

Until about four in the morning when he woke up with his throat feeling drier than the bleeding Outback. He groaned and got up, grumbling various swear words as he slowly pulled himself out of bed and exited his room to see Molly dashing down the hall with Bob right behind her, "Woah, woah, woah!" He whispered, holding out his hands and watching as they slowed to a stop.

He saw tears falling from Molly's eyes and that she seemed to be shaking while Bob's tail was sunk behind him and he whimpered pitifully and glanced around frantically for danger. Rat lowered himself closer to their level and gently pulled them into a hug and let Molly cry and tremble into his chest as he rubbed Bob's back with his flesh hand before finally guessing, "Have another noightmare, Molls?" She shook her head, surprising him.

Hmm… in his personal experience, if it wasn't a nightmare, it was something that you didn't want to remember when you woke up. Usually a bad memory you kept locked away and something triggered it to pop out for one night.

"Bad memory?" He inquired softly. She shook her head again, still shaking as she hugged one of her stuffed toys.

Okay, so not a nightmare, not a bad memory, maybe just something spooked her? Like a sound or…

He froze, remembering that McCree didn't place traps in the spare room because of certain noises coming from it and silently prayed to any God who would listen to his ass to please not let it be that.

"Ya hear somethin' scary?" he tried. She shook her head, much to his relief before he asked, "Then what, Molls?"

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear and dread as she whispered, "I dunno. But I jus' don' feel safe roight now…" Bob seemed to agree as he curled up by his leg and peg, whining as he looked up at him as if to say, 'me neither.'

He nodded in understanding, there were plenty of times where he'd had that feeling and by following it by either avoiding certain things or just legging it, that instinct had saved him from carking it more than once. 'When in doubt, get th' fuck out.' It was a simple motto that many a Junker had used to save his or her own hide, and Molly was no different in that regard. She felt the feeling and ran out of her room like a bat out of hell.

Actually, scratch that. She was different from most Junkers.

Unlike most Junkers, she had some pretty dynamite back up to help her when danger did come a knocking. And he was one of the many who would always have her back.

"Would it make ya feel better if yer Dadhog got ya some Milo?" he offered.

"Does Milo make th' feelin' go away?" she sniffled.

"Nah, but yer Dadhog can make whatevah's makin' you feel loike tha' go away." He replied, making her smile. "Come on, let's get ya ta yer Da'." He said, scooping her and Bob up and walking to Roadhog's door.

"Hey Rat?" she whispered, "Why were you up?"

"'Cause I suddenly felt thirsty as all hell." He said, then paused as they reached Hog's door, "'N now I don'." He realized thoughtfully before opening the door and dodging a trap, the loud clang of the metal waking his partner in crime up with a start.

Then, just to be a pain in the ass, he set off all the other ones in the room with a cackle, Molly even starting to giggle with him at the sounds.

"G'day!" Rat said cheerfully as he held out the little girl and dog to his friend, "Someone's got a case of 'when in doubt, get th' fuck out' 'n she 'n her pup could use 'er Dadhog!"

Roadhog rubbed at his eyes, which was a little weird for him to see him without the mask, despite working together as long as they had. It wasn't like his face was all that frightening or anything, it was just a face after all. It was just, he was so used to the mask being on that seeing him without it was like seeing his best mate naked, not something really wanted to make a habit of… But at least Molly had seen it so it wouldn't be a shock to her.

He watched as the man groaned and his eyes opened wider to be able to completely take everything in for a moment before letting out a low thanks and holding out his arms for him to deposit the child and pup there.

Rat dropped them off and reminded his friend that, "Milo works wonders for a scared little sheila 'n treats are great fer their pups!" before leaving the room and looking down the girl's side of the barracks, his gut starting to twist as he made his way down towards Molly's room.

Yeah, when in doubt, get the fuck out, but what if whatever the fuck made her feel unsafe came after her here, the one place she was actually safe? He needed to know what exactly was making her feel uncomfortable, not just because he was a good uncle… brother… whatever the fuck he was to her, but because her Dadhog was probably handling the hard part of comforting, soothing and finding either a way for her to feel safe sleeping in her room again or will have two tiny snoozing creatures he might spend all night worrying that he might crush in his sleep… despite the man hardly ever moving while he slept.

And, well, there was only one way to find out what exactly was so dangerous that Molly fled her room in the middle of the night to escape…

Hopefully he won't lose another limb for this…

He quietly opened her door and found it was… Just as it usually was. Probably to her turning on her bedside lamp and running away without turning it off again. He carefully crept inside and peaked around the door, finding his and Roadhog's wanted posters taped onto the back of the door with Molly's messy scrawl saying that of course everyone would want them, they're ace.

"Daw." He murmured softly before checking around the room. Her rock, flower and hook collection was by the window, as usual. She had her dirty clothes in a basket now, huh, nice. Her shoes and slippers were all scattered on the floor, yeah that was normal for her too. Her bed was unmade, Bob's ramp where it always was and… wait a tick.

He noticed that there was a toy on the ground and not on her bed, where she kept all the other ones. He paused and reached down and picked it up, revealing a small cube device that he could feel in the back of his mind he'd seen before but he just couldn't place it.

He couldn't ask Hog, he was busy being a Dad. But maybe, just maybe, a certain ape could tell him what it was… But he didn't move. Something still didn't seem right. He lowered himself to the floor and looked under the bed.

"Crikey." He murmured.

There, in all it's blue, shiny glory was what looked like a small box made of hard light. The exact size to hold whatever this thing was. He picked it up and placed the little cube inside of it. Perfect fit.

Besides Satya, there was only one other person who'd have hard light on them, and that was the suit who came here to take Molly…

Then he remembered where he'd seen the little cube before.

It was Sombra's.

She used it to teleport.

He closed the little box up and scowled. It didn't matter if she was with the bad guys or not, Sombra made it clear where she stood on kidnapping a child and making children soldiers to the witch the day he got shot. Would she really give something like this to the suit to help him do just that?

No. He doubted Sombra would tolerate the bastard anymore than he and Hog did today, and that was with the threat of losing said child to him via child services. So why did she give him this… or did she give him this so Molly could have a chance to be returned?

Or did the suit steal this from her in an attempt to give it to his bosses to fiddle with and then take credit for? He stared at the box, thoughtful. That drongo did seem like the type to do that sort of thing…

But why leave it here? He hadn't exactly been allowed to really roam freely today…

Wait… What if the suit didn't put it here, but Molly did?

Oh no… She probably took it because it looked valuable so she could get payback for him ruining all their fun and everything, but it actually contained a Talon teleporter. And while she didn't know that, she got a bad feeling about it and that's what scared her out of the room.

"Oi, Athena." He called to the ceiling.

"Yes, Agent Junkrat?" the AI replied.

"Wake up 76, the ape, Nan, Torb 'n Reinhardt. I jus' found Talon 'n Vishkar tech in Molly's room 'n I got a feelin' tha' things are gonna get worse in a bit." He said firmly.

"Waking them now." She reported.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at the room as he showed them the items, holding up the cube to them, "Sombra used these when we did tha' job with 'er in Dorado. Slipped them inta th' vault by claiming to be a rich sheila looking fer a new bank, we used 'um ta get in. It's a one-way ride, but with 'er skills she could let th' bad guys in 'n lock us out of th' systems. But this." He said, holding up the hard light case, "Is what bothers me. Sombra said she wasn' fer kid snatchin', but if tha's th' case..."

"Why did Sanjay Korpal have it?" Ana finished for him as Torbjörn and Winston took the cube and it's container from him and began to examine them.

"But why was it in Molly's room?" Reinhardt asked.

"I think she nicked it off of 'im, thinkin' it was valuable 'n 'e'd get in trouble fer losin' it." Rat informed them.

"So she did it to get payback." Morrison said, Rat winced, but before he could try to defend her actions, the old man continued to say that, "Well, it's a good thing she did take it. Because now we have conclusive proof that he's at least met with a member of Talon, other than the camera she found."

"Camera?" He repeated.

"Yes, it was disguised as a contact lens." Winston replied, holding the cube.

Torb narrowed his eyes at the hard light box and looked at Rat, concerned, "How did you find out about this?" he asked.

"Was gonna get a glass of water 'n found Molly 'n Bob leggin' it ta Roadie's. She told me tha' she didn' feel safe in 'er room." He explained.

"Do ya remember how Sombra made these work?" Torb asked.

"Not a clue." He admitted, "Doubt she'd risk comin' 'ere, she don' loike riskin' 'er loife if she don' know what she was up against. But Molly wouldn' of been tha' scared if there wasn' a risk."

"Athena, block all signals to this device!" Winston ordered, "We can't have any Talon agents running rampant in our home!"

Just as he said it, the box in his hand burst and what looked like a squeaky toy came through with a note that fluttered to the floor, Rat looked at it, he didn't recognized the handwriting, but the others seemed to as Morrison knelt down and picked it up, eyeing it warily.

"Warn the kid that her bio-Mommy is on her way." He read, "Then it says that the toy is a present for Bob for pissing on Korpal and 'giving us a good laugh.'"

Rat was too busy staring at the message to laugh at the knowledge that Bob peed on the suit, his stomach twisting, his lungs tightening, his heart rate going at a ludicrious speed out of dread and fear.

So that's the danger they had sensed.

Cheshire.

A woman third to maybe only Hog and Rat on Queenie's shit list, and not for petty shit like they did. No, her crimes were soaked in blood and a frightening desire to be close to children, probably every Junker that ever crossed paths with her knew that, well, except for Hog anyways. But that was because, as far as he'd seen, Cheshire seemed to have a soft spot for him. Happily joking, teasing and flirting with him with him bluntly turning her down at every turn while having no problem keeping her in check. And unlike how she'd either cut or beat anyone else who tried to tell her what to, she'd actually listen to him and do as he asked.

On the one hand, since he seemed to be the only one who kept Cheshire from going to her crazy violent ways, she might see him taking care of her flesh and blood daughter as a good thing.

But if she found out that he hoped that Mercy would be her Mum instead… oh boy, he doubted anyone here would get off without losing a piece of themselves at the very least by the time she was done here.

Molly and Bob were wise to run.

"Junkrat?" Ana called, snapping him out of his daze and making him realize that he had started panting and was shaking.

"Junkrat, are you okay?" she asked, gently patting his shoulder, making him jump and her concerned at his reaction to the note before he shook his head and looked at the elders before him, "We're roight fucked." He told them.