"Well, aren't you a juicy one, eh?" the Queen slammed her knife into the wall a good two feet above Brian's head. Which was just below eye level for her. Because she was fucking gigantic. And it wasn't like she was fat, because she wasn't. Hell, you could probably wash clothes on her abs! But she also wasn't muscle bound. She was like… if you took a female triathlete and scaled her up two notches, gave her some scars and piercings for character, threw in some punk makeup and threw on a blue mohawk, you'd get the Queen.
The Queen took the manacles attached to Brian's wrists by the long chair and hoisted him up off the floor, wrapping the chain over the big fucking knife. She leaned in close to look at him, gripping his face by the chin and turning it this way then that. Her breath smelled of cinnamon. Whatever it was she was looking for, she seemed to find it satisfying. She gave a wide grin and turned away, walking toward the rather oversized bed in the middle of the room.
It was, to be honest, exactly the kind of room one would expect for somebody named 'The Junker Queen'. It was large, fitting with the woman, a giant bed dominated the middle of it, on a small raised platform. The sheets looked like blue silk and blankets of various animal prints covered it. And the pillows. So, so many pillows!
Over the bed was a neon sign of a red heart shot through with the word 'Queen' written in blue glowed brightly
One wall had what appeared to be an old vanity, the type you would see in classic vid movies that movie stars would have, white paint, big mirror surrounded by light bulbs. Except with this one, the paint was yellowed some and chipped in many places, the mirror had a couple cracks in it and a few light bulbs were either burned out or broken. It's surface was covered with pikes of makeups, lipsticks, shadows, foundations, some dog eared fashion/makeup magazines, the standard sort of kick knacks one would expect, even if the Queen didn't strike him as particularly feminine, in that particular way, but hey, who was he to judge. Sometimes you just want to look pretty.
A folding director's chair sat in front of the vanity, several articles of clothes draped over it. And ontop of them was a giant fucking axe. That looked kinda like it had barbed wire around it? Overkill much?
The wall Brian was hanging from was mostly bare, except for himself, of course. Though the wall behind him did have a worrying number of holes and gashes as if from a knife the size of his forearm being thrown at it repeatedly.
However, the Queen herself walked with a little bit of a hips sway to an old jukebox that sat next to the vanity. It… sort of looked like she was trying to be… sexy about it?
He had to admit, any other time he would love the view, because she seemed to not be terribly shy about her body, with how much skim her slashed attire displayed.
"So, tell me," the Queen's voice cut through his frantic mental dialogue. "what kinda music ya into? Not some pouncy pop shit, I hope?"
"Oh, not especially," Brian shrugged the best he could while dangling by his wrists. "I mean, nothing against it. Some of it's okay. More into classic metal myself."
The Queen paused at the jukebox and gave a suspicious glance over her shoulder. "Really?" her tone conveyed the same feeling as her look. "You're not just saying that shit because I look the type are ya?"
"No, I'm serious. Turn of the century classics. Dio, early Metallica, stuff like that," Brian tried to sound as sincere as possible. Mostly because he was in fact sincere… and he didn't want to have his tongue ripped out by an Amazon for lying. "I like modern metal too, of course, like Raging Porcupine, digging their second album. Or Spark Factory! They have a hot single, 'Wreck Yourself'!"
The Queen eyed him for another moment then grinned. "Good on ya mate. I put on the game face in public, yeah, fuckin' knobs think they can lie to me, tell me what I want to hear. You don't seem quite that way. I like that." With a quick flick of her fingers over the jukebox, it lit up and a mellow rock riff stated. Nice guitars, strong but not overpowering bass, fast rhythm, but not too frenzied, and she kept the volume low enough to talk over.
Heavy leather boots hit the wall as the Queen kicked them off. As she turned back around to Brian she unhooked her belt and, tossed it aside… granades still attached. Didn't make Brian flinch at all. She began a hip led saunter in Brian's direction as she unstrapped her shoulder armor and harness, then her right glove. She looked him in the eye as she slipped the loose half shirt she wore over her head and unbuttoned her shorts. She gave a grin as she watched the reaction her show had on the young man.
"Like what ya see, do ya?" she asked in a hoarse whisper. She turned around and hooked her thumbs into the band of her tight shorts and began to peel them down her round, tight ass. As they went lower, and lower, more of her white cheeks could be seen split by a fancy lace thong style panty. Clearing her thighs, her shorts hit the floor and were kicked away. She spun around again, letting him have a good look, the only thing the Junker Queen was wearing was those amazing panties, a tight sports style bra, and the heavy red gauntlet on her left arm. "Yeah… you like what you see," she chuckled.
She took a step forward and gripped the knife imbedded in the wall, jerking it free. She then lifted it, Brian's chain still attached, until he was eye to eye with the grinning woman. Then she slammed it back into the wall.
"Yeah… you like what you see, a lot," Queen leaned in, her hands sliding along his body, feeling his muscles and humming her approval. Her hand slid over his scars, and she seemed to take a bit more pleasure in that than she had his muscles. Then, finally, one hand touched his knee and began the slow climb up the inside the leg of his board shorts.
"Whoa! Wait! Wait, wait waitwaitwait!" Brian's half tried to climb the wall trying to get away from the hand that was awfully close to its destination. Them, seeing the look on the Queen's face, he froze, cold sweat running down his back. "It's not that I don't like what I see, 'cause I do! I swear!" She growled low, causing him to speed up. "No, serious! It's just… I only recently got into this new relationship, six months ago, and I don't want to do anything to mess it up!"
She was quiet for a long moment, staring into his eyes, looking for even a hint of untruth. Then, suddenly she deflated with a long, weary sigh. "Bloody well figures," she grumbled out as she turned and slowly trodded to the jukebox, which she shut off with a short kick. "Finally get a guy that's my type AND is a nice guy, THEN he turns out to be loyal. But he's already bloody taken. Story of my fuckin's life, mate."
"If it helps, I really do think you're really hot and normally would be totally into this," Brian gave a weak smile. "But… do you think I could be let down soon? My arms are going numb."
"Oh, right," the Queen nodded absently as she held up her gauntleted left hand. Blue lines of electricity arced over it for a moment before parts of the metal sprang apart, more electricity connecting the plates. "Here, Gracie," she said, like one would call a dog. Then the knife wedged half way into the wall above him wiggled slightly before leaping out of the wall and shooting across the room to her hand. As her fingers wrapped around the hilt, the Queen's gaunet shut down, clamping itself back together in it's standard configuration.
"Okay, that's bad ass," Brian said seriously, as he rolled his shoulder, hoping to get some feeling back. And… despite himself, and the situation he was in, he couldn't help but steal glances at the Queen's killer body.
The Queen smiled wary for the first time since Brian had met her as she glanced at the knife. "Ain't it? Trick saved my ass more than once. This knife AMD me been through. Lot too. Wanna drink?" she asked walking to a small bar in the corner of the room where she slammed her knife into the table before grabbing a couple glasses and doing some sort of alchemy with some bottles. And with the way she walked and stood, it was clear she knew the effect she had on him.
"At this point, hell yes," Brian said with a deep sigh. He came to stand next to her just as she pushed a double shot that looked like neon green toxic waste toward him. It even glowed slightly. "Is this.. Uh… safe?" he frowned at the drink as he lifted it to peer at the Amazon next to him.
She smirked, lifting her own glass and tinking it to his. "Aw don't be that way! This'll put hair on your chest!"
Dubiously, Brian took a sip, only for his eyes to go wide. "Holy shit! This is really good!"
"Heh, told ya."
They lapsed into a quiet for a couple seconds, just sipping thier drinks before Brian looked up at her. "So… why'd you stop?"
"What?" Queen frowned for a moment before understanding washed over her. "Oh, right THAT. Well, I like ya, kind, and you seemed into the domination thing so I kept going, Lotta blokes are, by the by," she whispered that last with a conspiratorial wink. "Me, I tend to like a softer, more cuddly approach, it's just not what people expect from somebody that looks like me."
"Why'd you stop though," Brian pressed, getting an irritated look in return.
" 'cause I'm not a rapist, kid. I'm a ruthless bitch and I'll gut ya soon as I think you've crossed me, but I'm not a rapist," Queen's face looked like she swallowed something bitter and she tried to wash it out by doing the last of her drink and preparing another. "'sides, you said you just got a relationship. I'm not the kinda lady that would mess something like that up."
Brian was silent as he finished his drink as she had hers. He could feel the warm fire in his belly as he nodded. "Thanks for that."
Queen nodded and gave him a smirk as she turned to look at him fully. "So, tell me. How did you end up as tribute for those idiots Junk Rat and Road Hog, anyway?"
"Ugh," Brian's body slumped. "If you take the manacles off, I can tell you in a non sexual cuddle."
"Deal!" Queen nearly lept forward and plulled the manacles open with a small spark from her gauntlet. She then took him by than, nearly dragging him, then kissing him onto the bed, then leaping atop him. She scrambled around, pulling sheets and blankets over them and fussing just so with the pillows. After that she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him to her, wrapping around him in a large hug. Then he felt her stiffen. "Uh… I didn't stop to ask if you wanted to be little spoon. We can switch if you want… or, you could put your head on my shoulder… or I could do it to yours."
"Oh this is fine for the moment," Brian smiled reassuringly. "Maybe we can change it up later, this is going to be a long story…"
"Ooo," Queen chuckled.
"Well, it happened in Korea, after I got about six months of domestic bliss…"
**TWO WEEKS EARLIER**
"Well, well, well, and who do we have here?"
The voice was low, feminine, with a Hispanic accent echoed around the car park across from her oversized home.
"Who's there?" Brian's eyes narrowed as he stepped in front of , his arm held out protectively. He was in his black suit, complete with ear piece and black glasses that usually fed him AR data. Now both were disabled. Somebody nearby was good. Too good.
Behind him, , world famous actress, gamer and pop icon stood, her body wrapped in a long trench coat, tied tight at the waist. Her own eyes covered by dark glasses and a white wrap over her hair, with little red and blue flowers along the edges.
"We have an offer for you, Miss Song," the voice was sing song as a striking Hispanic woman stepped around a pillar. She was dressed in dark purple with purple glowing implants. She had a condescending smirk on her face, the type that a villain had when they thought they had won. "I think it would be best if you took it."
"I don't know what it is yet," , aka. Hana Song, said, her voice a little vapid.
"..." the Hispanic woman stared at the Korean MEKA pilot with slight exasperation. "You get to be our inside man here in-"
"But I'm a woman," Hana tilted her head.
"No, no, I mean-it's a turn of phrase!" Sombra gave Brian an exasperated look. "Anyway! I mean you are going to work for us! Feed us intel of your organization! Tell us your secrets!"
"They don't really tell me much," Hana shrugged.
Sombra looked at Brian and made a 'what the fuck' gesture.
"Enough," a deep male voice cut in, making Sombra roll her eyes. "The woman is useless, we should simply leave her." The man… floated around a corner. Literally floated, roughly six inches off the ground. His bald head shone under the car park lights. It was his uniform that looked most out of place. It reminded them of a space suit. Though for some reason his feet were bare.
"And who is this guy, Sombra?" Brian gave the woman a questioning look.
"Dios…"
"Interesting," the man raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall our dear Sombra mentioning her name. And my name, as far as you need to know, is Sigma. And you seem to be very interesting."
He floated Brian's direction and loomed over him. "There is something about this boy…"
"Ah, nah," Sombra cut in quickly, stepping between the two. "He's just some kid from Numbani, refugee kinda thing, lost his home when Reaper did his thing. Total charity case."
"Hmm, no, I don't think so," Sigma brushed Sombra aside like she wasn't there and held his hand over Brian's head. "I don't know if you are hiding it on purpose, or you're loosing your touch, but this not a normal young man. In fact, I'm fairly sure this is the one Widowmaker is obsessed with."
The hair on the back of Brian's neck stood up as he felt… something. There was some sort of pressure, but he couldn't tell if was from above or below. It almost felt like it was side to side and front to back, all at the same time.
"Impossible!" the man growled. "This boy! He has my power! But he is made of it! Sombra! We're taking him with us!"
Brian grunted and the weight slid away, like water off a marble statue. He blinked a couple of times and looked down at himself. He was glowing again. A faint blue. He wasn't sure, exactly, what he was doing this time, but what ever it was, it kept this Sigma guy's ability from doing whatever it was. It also pissed him off, if the bugged out eyes said anything about it.
"Sombra!" the man shouted, spittle flying from his lips. "Shut him down! Now!"
"But-" Sombra started.
"But nothing! Bah! I'll deal with him myself!" Sigma floated forward his arms outstretched. "Your abilities have the potential to be very strong, boy. Where did you get them. Hmm? You aren't very good at using them."
The pressure Brian had felt earlier was back, but worse. Instead of pushing in at him, now it pushed out, from inside. It was like his internal organs wanted desperately to be external. Something popped in his head. Then inside his belly. The world swam and he stumbled. Then the crushing weight hit him again, driving him to his knees. Faintly he could hear Hana's voice calling his name. He thought he heard Sombra as well, but a red circle began to close around his blurred vision.
And them there was light.
A burst of yellow light surrounded him, and seemed to flow into him, inside him, even. The ache in his head lessened, the painful wet feeling in his stomach eased. Then, suddenly the weight was gone again and another blue light surrounded him, this time from above. With a pained glance, Brain could see a floating disc about the size of a Frisbee, maybe, and three or four inches thick,and from it shined what looked like a blue forcefield of some sort.
"And now, who are you?" Sigma growled, looking off to a side, his face turning red with anger. From where he knelt on the ground he could see the madman pull two polyhedral objects from a pouch at his waist.
"Just a friendly neighborhood hero, out for a stroll," the voice was confident and strong with a carribian accent Brian couldn't place right away. But, when he looked up, the man was not what he had expected to be a crime fighter in Korea. Well… sort of.
The man had a rakeish, handsome look. He was of darker complexion, where one could see past the, clearly not off the shelf, body armor. In his hands he carried what looked like a combat biotic launcher. Probably the yellow glow that saved his life.
"Baptiste," Sombra muttered, a several small screens pulled up in front of her. "Thought you were out of the game when you left Talon."
"Oh, ho! The mighty Sombra recognizing the rank and file, eh," the man, Baptiste chuckled. "Or did you just do a roster check?"
"Little bit of both," Sombra shit back, her own cocky grin on her face. "I like to keep an eye on 'friends' and people that can be 'friends'."
"Uh… Kyo is gonna be so pissed," Hana muttered behind him, pulling Brian's attention over his shoulder. She had tossed her coat and head cloth to reveal her skin tight MEKA suit and head gear. She took several quick steps backward as she brought up a small device on her arm." MEKA! ACTIVATE!"
A split second later a pink and blue lightning bolt burst through the ceiling of the car park, throwing shattered stone everywhere and setting off more than a few car alarms. Then, with a crash, 's mech stood in a small, smoking crater. Wasting no time, Hana was in the machine and slotting in almost the moment it landed, it's HUD syncing with her headset, and arm cannons moving with her controls. The machine took a single step forward leveling its weapons at the Talon agents.
"Dios… why does everything have to be so complicated?" Sombra grumbled with an exasperated look before glancing at Brian. "Okay, you win. I owe you five bucks."
"Now, I suggest you surrender," Hana said, and edge to her roboticly altered voice. "Though I wouldn't mind if you didn't." She shifted so one cannon was pointed at Sigma, the other at Sombra. Then she glanced at Brian, with a worried look. "Brian, get behind me! I'll cover you!"
Staggering to his feet, Brian fought to stay upright, the world seeming to spin under him. "Watch the weird barefoot guy, he's got… dice?"
"Gravitic charges, you mental desert," Sigma snarled holding the floating, rotating units. "I can alter the force of gravity itself to my whims! Changing the density and angle, I can punch these through three inches of steel! And don't move, unless you would like to see what they can do to your flesh?"
"Uh… rather not, no," Brian said, freezing in place. In theory that was sort of how his own abilities worked, but this guy seemed to have a better grip on what he do do with his than Brian did with his own.
"Two on two, normally isn't a bad fight," Baptiste shifted slightly, his weapon trained in the general direction of the Talon agents, but more accurately, pointed at Brian, ready to hit him with another biotic charge. "Having a hostage, though, that's low."
"I think you miscounted," Sombra's voice echoed from everywhere, but nowhere. "How about this, you go your way, we go ours. The boy goes with us a few blocks to make sure you two don't try anything, then we let him go."
"NO!" Sigma roared. "I'm not letting the boy go! He's within my grasp! All I have to do is close my fingers!"
One of the madman's hands came up and swept forward, a shield of energy springing up between Brian and Hana, his other spun and a dark void-like orb appeared, its sucking weight jerking Brian off his feet to land in a heep at Sigma's rather nasty looking toes.
"Brian!" Hana cried out, opening up with her fusion cannons, the rounds pounding into the barrier before her. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, but small cracks began to appear.
Unfortunately, in her desperation and cannon fire, Hana failed to notice the chunk of stonework Sigma ripped from the ground until it slammed into the front of her mech with enough force to throw it back out into the street.
"Hana!" Brian attempted to stand, but one of those gross feet landed on his shoulder, forcing him back down with a power they shouldn't have.
"Damn it!" Baptiste cursed, firing a couple of Burts from his launcher's rifle section, only to have them robbed of kinetic energy as they struck an unseen field around the crazy man.
Sigma barely gave the man a look as he launched his charges. The orbs missed as Baptiste ducked, only to bounce from the rear wall, one of them gouging sparks from the medic's armor and throwing him behind a car.
"Real smooth, you floating psycho," Sombra's voice echoed. "I had a plan to get us out of here, and now we are trapped in a car park with MEKA probably a minute away!"
"You would have given up the boy!" Sigma's eyes darted around. "The music changes around him! I must know why!"
"You dumbass," Sombra shot back. "Once we were clear we didn't have to actually let him go! We could have just booked it!"
Sigma looked shocked a bit as some form of reality seemed to return to his mind. "I… didn't think of that," he said absently as his charges returned to his hand. "What should we do now?"
"..." There was a long moment of silence before Sombra sighed. "I have no idea. I can get out, no problem. I don't know how to get you out of-"
Sombra was cut off as the last shards of Sigma's barrier shattered under cannon fire. was back in the game.
"Oh…. Barrier's down," Sigma noted, seemingly unconcerned.
"Ooooohhhhh, get your foot off my boyfriend!" Hana yelled, her cannons spinning up threateningly.
"Or… what? You'll shoot?" Sombra reappeared at the side of the mech. "Your guns are a scatter shot. If you shoot, you'll probably hit your precious boyfriend." She finished in a mocking tone. But what nobody else saw was the message that scrolled though one of the mecha HUD screens.
'I don' t know how to get him out of this, but I'm working on it. If I can get the bastard off Brian, grab him and jet.'
Hana frowned and gave Sombra a side eye, but nodded ever so slightly.
"Offer is still on the table," the hacker laughed, leaning on the dented pink metal. "We walk, nobody gets hurt. Maybe we release your boy toy here. Or, if you' d rather, I can broadcast to the entire city how a member of MEKA lets a civilian, why, her own loved one, get pasted right here in a pathetic parking lot."
"Don't think so!" Baptiste lept over car he had landed behind and shouldered into Sigma, pushing the floating man away. With a strong hand he reached down and hoisted Brian up, hooking his arm under Brian's. "Hold on boy, this may be a bumpy ride!"
"What do you meeeeaaaannnn!" Brian cried as Baptiste's boots did something that shot them both into the air, easily a good twenty feet. Or at least high enough he could have reached out and touched the ceiling if he wanted to. Then they were on their way back down, but at an angle the would put them near Hana's mech. The landing itself was also much smoother than Brian expected. Powered armor for the win, apparently. "Well, I didn't crap my pants. That's not nothing."
"Ah, shit!" Sombra cursed, ducking away as one of the gun arms swung her way, though not actually trying to hit her. "Don't think this is over," Sombra's voice was threatening, with a tinge of amusement as she faded from view.
"Give. Me. That. Boy," Sigma snarled as he somehow seemed to stock forward even if he was floating. "Or I will kill All of you!"
"Dude! Let it go! We need to get the hell out of here!" Sombra's voice dripped exasperation.
"Ha ha ha ha aha ha," a dark, echoing rasping laugh joined the echoes in the car park as a man seemed to coalesce from the shadows them selves. "And this is why we never let you be a team leader, Sombra," Reaper laughed as he swung up his shot guns and looked at he group. "Die!"
The Reaper lived up to his name as he spun, his guns blazing around him. He moved faster than a human should be able, arms appearing and disappearing, guns flashing, unloading then dissolving into nothingness. A vertiable hurricane of death.
"D-defense matrix! Activated!" Hana cried out, a shield sprun to live before them, or more accurately, a series of micro shields absorbed the incoming gunfire as it came spinning at them. She was forced back a step, then two, then another as she fought to keep the murderer away and in front of her instead of exposing Baptiste, and more importantly, Brian.
"Heh, heh," the shadow man reformed, tossing two spent shotguns to the ground and drawing two more from seeming nothingness. "Not bad. This might actually be fun. Full on urban combat isn't a thing I've gotten to do in a while."
Hana blinked and looked around, horrified. She hadn't realized they had been forced out of the building and into the street itself. She could see the people scattering, and running, many still taking pics and vids as they did, but Korea was used to a certain amount of surprise combat in the streets. Usually it was omnic horrors though.
But, apparently, the world decided there was not enough chaos.
Hana's house exploded. Well, the roof blew off, at least.
Hana, herself, sat there in her mech, her mouth open as she stared at the falling debrie that was her home. "What… why…" she looked from the Talon agents to her house and back. "What did my house ever do to you?!" She demanded, incredulous.
Reaper stood seemingly as shocked as Hana was and looked over at Sigma who gave a wide eyed shake of his head. "Sombra?" he rasped.
"Wasn't mean, I… wait… I bet it was those guys," Sombra's voice ended on a flat note that compelled the group of enemies to watch as the front door kicked open. Two men scrambled out, one of them laughing. They both carried heavy bags full of… stuff. One of them, the thin one with a peg leg had one of Hana's baseball caps on his charred hair and an old game system under one arm.
"Told ya, buddy, two quick banks and run through a couple rich people's houses and we are set!" the one everybody knew from vids as Junk Rat laughed, and coughed in the smoke. "Who knew some dweeb would have all this antique gaming crap! Look at this NES! I bet is still works!"
The big one stopped in his tracks, placing a hand on Junk Rat's shoulder. "Oh, hell.." Road Hog grunted taking in the scene before them.
"What's wrong big guy? More of a Sega guy? I can run back and grab that… one… too… oh… " Junk Rat trailed off as he caught on two what was going on.
"That was my house!" Hana yelled, her arms flailing, which had the side effect of waving about heavy duty fusion cannons. "That's my stuff! Thost are my games! I play those with Brian! They are important!"
"Uh… what about the hat?" Junk Rat asked giving it a little tip.
"Fuck the hat! Gimme back the games! I don't care about the rest!" Hana's mech took a step forward, the guns coming down.
"We can do that," Road Hog huffed giving Rat a gesture.
"Ohhh, right…" Rat grinned setting the NES down and reaching into his bag. "I'll just set this down right…."
"How about you don't," a man demanded, stepping out of the smoke, a cigar glowing slightly in his metal hand. "Maybe you put that mine down, unarmed."
"Cassidy?" Brian said, incredulous.
"Brian?" Cassidy shot back, equally confused.
"Cassidy…" Reaper's cold voice snarled.
Cassidy turned slightly, his eyes going cold. "You…"
"Oh, come on!" Sombra cut in appearing just behind Reaper. "First one to make a 'Mexican stand off' joke is racist."
"I'll just shut up then," Rat cleared his throat and held up his hands. One holding a large explosive, the other a crude grenade launcher. "But I want to point out I got bombs."
"I don't care about any of this," Sigma snarled floating forward. "Give me the boy and I will be on my way. Don't and many people will die!"
"Uh, sounds fine to me. Buddy?" he asked looking back at Road Hog who just gave a thumbs up. "Yeah, we're set."
"Nobody is taking Brian!" Hana brought up her canons, one pointed at the Talon agents, the other at the Australian outlaws.
"Yeah, the kid stays and you aren't in a position to negotiate," Cassidy's eyes narrowed as his hand drifted near his pistol.
"I thought this was supposed to be a peaceful country," yet another voice projected out as an armored figure roared into view, landing on the wreckage of Hana's third floor. "I just get into country to do drills and they already have me helping out with terrorists."
"Aren't you with the Eqyption security team?" Hana almost went limp. "Pharah, right? Why did they send you? Where's the rest of MEKA?!"
"Oh, that'd be our fault," Junk Rat held up a bomb again. "We made sure to damage a couple building as we made off with the money from the banks."
"Yes, and there is a civilian with an ice gun helping with the evac. My armor is all that is available right now," Pharah added, hefting her rocket launcher. "I can get a vauge idea what's going on. I recognize the Talon, and the crooks," she gestured at Road Hog and Junk Rat. "I assume the guy with the medic gun and kid are with you, what about the cowboy… wait… Cassidy?"
"Oh, hey, Pharah!" Cassidy waved slightly with the had not near his gun. "Been a while."
"Okay, okay! Yes! Cowboy is with us! Can we please focus up here?" Hana stamped her mech's foot in frustration.
"Okay… how are we getting out of this with out everybody getting killed?" Brian stood slowly, his hands in the air. "I'll go with the bad guys, as a hostage, we all leave, and you can rescue me later from their vile clutches when there isn't a risk to getting a bunch of uninvolved, innocent people caught up with what ever mess this is threatening to become."
"Yes, give us the boy," Sigma made grabbing motions toward Brian, and he could feel the slight tug of gravity on what was left of his suit. "I don't care about those other idiots!"
"Hey now!" Junk Rat frowned and waved his bomb again. "I'm the guy with all the explosives. Give US the kid, and we leave the NES, how about that?"
"..."
"That might be the dumbest thing I have ever heard," Pharah groaned putting a hand over her faceplate.
"I don't care! He's mine!" Sigma jumped first.
Something exploded. Brian felt himself flying. He heard the roar of jets, the blasts of various guns. Shouts and screams, both men and women.
Before the darkness took him he looked up and saw green and yellow. "Brian!" he thought he heard Orisa's voice. He didn't expect the feeling of sadness when he thought that he wouldn't see her again.
"Brian!" Hana's voice, and Orisa's overlapped in his breaking heart as everything was…. gone.
**NOW**
"So it was those two dim bulbs what got ya," Queen's face twisted. "That's some right shit luck there."
Brian shrugged as he stuffed another pillow under his head. They had switched positions so that he was the big spoon. Which was weird when the other spoon was a seven foot tall amazon goddess. "Yeah, I don't know. I woke up on a shipping container with a bucket somebody wrote 'poop here' on it, spelled wrong, I add, a few bottles of water, a LOT of Little Deserie pastries, and a couple nude magazines. Then you opened the door, and here I am."
"Right. Here you are," Queen actually giggled. "I'm got get a fucking big ransom for you too. Imagine! Hana Song's boyfriend, here, in my bed!" She turned to glance over her shoulder with a saucey grin. "Sure you don't want to go a round or two for the hell of it? Dunno how long it'll take to get to the right understanding."
"Honestly, it's tempting, but we just became a thing and I don't want to mess it up," Brian smiled patting her on the hip.
"Aww, you could always tell her I did ya at knife point," Queen turned over onto her back, pulling Brian's head onto her shoulder as she hefted her knife. "I can even really do it if ya want. It's kinda hot, actually!"
AN: I started writing the fade to black scenes, but since we aren't supposed to post that stuff on this site, they are on a different one.
Brian looked at the knife, then to Queen and shifted a little embarrassed by how that kinda hit where it counted.
"Ah! I felt that!" Queen pulled him back over with a grin then sighed in good humor. "But I know. Yer the loyal type. I can respect that."
"Well, if negotiations go well, I could ask permission or something," Brian said, almost into her armpit as he refused to let her see how red his face got.
"Ooo, now we're talkin'!"
