Of course I don't own tf2 or overwatch
She stood, flanked by two masked men pointing guns at her as she spoke. The guns and dangerous collective of individuals present, be they in person or the few on the holo screens seemed to do nothing to unnerve her. Her posture was strong and confident, voice calm, and perhaps could even be called smug. As if she was absolutely confident that she was running this meeting.
She was careful, calculating with the information she gave away.
She knew she had things they wanted, and she ensured they knew that it would die with her, if things should turn sour between them.
When she was through, the guards backed away, unease radiating from them as the largest man in the room stood. He wore an expensive suit, surely hand tailored to fit his unique physique. The only thing that stood out from the business man façade was the painted strips on his face. A powerplay, no doubt. At his approach the woman only smiled, button nose crinkling with the action. His height over her nearly comical.
"I believe," Said the man. "That I speak on behalf of the council when I say that we have a deal."
He extended his hand to her. How many lives had fallen to that very hand? She didn't very much care.
She shook his hand. "I believe this will be the start of a very beneficial partnership."
Three shoes and a metal leg left tracks in the sand as they slowly made their way through the old Egyptian ruins.
"I don't like it, roadie. All these bots everywhere." Grumbled Junkrat, scowling at one of the passing robots, and sticking his tongue out at the one that was leading them through the mess of ruins.
He shook his head and gave a skip, a large smile on his. "But just think! There ain't no scrapheaps like them in the sixties! Y'know I'm glad ya talked me into it. I think this this'll be a great thing for the two of ya. Build our own empire 'fore anyone else gets their chance."
They paid no mind to the old wooden pallets laden with large bricks never placed as they passed. The breeze stirred up the topmost layer of sand, and the barbed wire fence near them swayed slightly.
His peg leg echoed off the ancient stone as they were led up a small flight of stairs and down again.
Before them was a strange looking circle in the ground. Red light softly emanated from the disk set into the middle of it.
They came to a metal gate guarded by two more robots. They seemed to share a look from under their helmets before nodding, and pulling the gate open. They drew closer together as they approached the half opened door. Roadhog gripped the underside of the door with one hand and hefted in open with ease.
In the center of the chamber was what appeared to be a plane of some sort, with all manner of wires and tubes connecting it to a large pod on one side and some sort of computer setup on the other, manned by three of the bots with dull yellow hats.
The woman was there, two much more unique looking backs at her side. "Ah boys, welcome. I must say you took your time. I thought you might be much more eager. I believe this means we've come to an agreement, I hope?"
"We'll do it."
She smiled, and snapped her fingers. The male looking robot jumped, and handed her the briefcase it had been holding. She held it out, and flicked it open, revealing it to be full of cash. "The money, as promised. Like I said before, you'll receive the rest upon your return." She clicked the case closed, and let Junkrat snatch it from her hands.
"I trust you have the papers I entrusted you with."
"I-uh…." With a sigh roadhog shoved his companion aside, producing the folder they had been given.
She took the folder and handed it to the female looking robot. "Very good. Lets get started then, shall we?"
"Whatever gets us away from all these bots the quickest is fine by me, sheila."
"And away from the robots you shall be, Mr Fawkes. All the two of you need to do is step into that chamber, and you won't see any more robots until you return." She nodded towards the pod. "I'll take care of the rest." She pulled another small folder from her coat, and handed it to Roadhog. "This contains all of the information you need to know. Your targets should be at the first facility mentioned. And you'll find supplies inside."
They approached the pod, and one of the robots at the command console pressed a button, causing a section of it to recede. "You are clear to enter." A grating voice came from one of the robots.
Junkrat scowled, but with the squaring of his shoulders he stepped in, followed closely by his large companion. The section closed, trapping them into the surprisingly roomy chamber. True to her word there were a handful of small crates each with a few bundles of dynamite within.
"Here we go, Hoggie ol pal." Junkrat tucked the briefcase under his arm, rubbing his hands together.
"Don't do anything stupid."
"Don't worry bout me."
Junkrat jumped as the pod rattled and the lights began to flash erratically. The light became blinding, obscuring everything in bright white as the world felt as if it were spinning and twisting inside out.
When the light died and the swirling sensation stopped, the door slid open with a hiss, the movement pulling a few grains of sand into the pod.
"Oooh man, I think I'm gonna chunder." He stumbled out of the pod, gagging. He looked around him as Roadhog stepped out onto the sand. "Where the hell are we?"
"New Mexico." Rumbled Roadhog, looking inside the folder.
"Alright! Time to cause a little chaos."
Roadhog thumped a large hand onto his head, turning his head. In the distance, half obscured by the sun gleaming off the sand were two buildings. "There."
Junkrat grinned and ducked out of Roadhogs hand, zipping forward several steps. "Oh I can't wait."
They trudged through the sand, stopping a good several yards away from the strange buildings. "Oh they're in there all right, I'm sure of it." The air was filled with highpitched giggling. "Lets go say how do ya do."
He hobbled up towards the stretch of fence down in the dry section of the streambed, and began his work.
"Eh, I check." Drawled a bored, bostonian accent. The owner of the accent leaned back In his chair, throwing on leg over the other.
The day had been fairly quiet, the impending attack they had been expecting had yet to show.
The sky overhead was nearly cloudless overheard the small courtyard and the rag tag group of men playing cards on an old crate they had dragged out. Across the way another group of their teammates stood over a table deep in the heart of the building, planning and going over papers.
An explosion shook the ground, shaking layers of dust and chips of paint from the buildings. Windows rattled in their frames and sent a multitude of birds and raccoons scattering.
Several eyes around the crate turned to one man. He held up his hands, brown bottle still griped in one. "What? That was nae ona mine!"
"Then what the hell was it?" Questioned the youngest, leaping from his chair, running to the wall and swiping the baseball bat leaning against it. The rest of the group followed, cards were thrown carelessly on the table and weapons were claimed as they hurried up the closest staircase to the battlements or the closest room that led out of the base.
Across the stream, three men looked up from their map and papers, faces grim. "So it begins." Said the masked one gravely.
"You sure about that? The administrator usually gives a warnin'." Questioned the one in the construction gear. "Aint like her to not say anything."
"What else would it be?" Shrugged the one in the coat as he donned the large pack that had been sitting propped against the leg of the table. "Unless the others have blown themselves up."
"What the hell is that?" The wooden bat scrapped along the wooden floor of the battlements as they gazed out at the scene before them.
The entire length of one of the fences had been blown over, twisted off hinges and scorched. The water level between the two buildings was unusually low, the fence that retained it having been blown to splinters. Standing atop the twisted remains of the chainlink fence was a very odd figure, half dressed and covered in grime, bright blond hair and metal peg leg gleaming in the sun. Behind him, coming up and around was an equally strange figure. Giant and masked, stomach reaching out and over the edge of his trousers.
"Ladies and gents, behold your destruction for it comes at the hands of Junkrat and Roadhog!" Bellowed the blond. He lifted a strange looking contraption, and with a manic laugh several spheres launched from it, bouncing wildly.
"Bloody bombs!" Cried the scotsman, leaping away from the little ball that landed dangerously close to him. It exploded, leaving a crater in its wake.
"Scout, think you can get close to him?" Asked the man with the rifle, his word nearly lost over the sound of the explosions and the crazed laughter of the bomber. You distract em and I'll put bullets in em."
"Course I can. Easy." With little running start the scout leapt, soaring across the gap between the battlements and the roof over the bridge.
A giant hook ensnared his waist, and with a scream he was pulled from the air. A nasty looking weapon was aimed at him.
The trigger on the weapon was pulled, and in a bloody heap scout fell from the grasp of the hook.
The hook was thrown again, but its intended target ducked around a wall made of sheets of metal, the only sign of him was his rifle peeking out from his shelter.
"That's quite enough." Said a voice being Junkrat and cold metal was pressed to his head. "Drop your weapons or end up like the man your large friend just murdered."
With a pout and a "Hmph." Junkrat dropped the launcher in his hands, and emptied his pockets of his trap and his mines.
The whir of a minigun prompted the other man to do the same, setting down his hook and odd looking gun with much more care than his cohort.
"I believe we have much to discuss." Said the man in the mask, voice as cold as his gun.
"The trip appears to have been succsesful ma'am." Said one of the robots at the moniters.
The woman nodded in approval. "Very good. Prepare the next chamber and set the arrival time for forty eight hours later."
"Yes Ma'am."