As Satya had forcibly told Jamie when they arrived, she was obligated to stay with the other Vishkar members. So when the first night's festivities were over, she returned back to the airship to her sleeping quarters there, leaving Jamie and Mako to head back to their home on their own.

Jamie and Mako slept in their underwear in their shared bed. One that was barely large enough to contain the two, and even then Mako still took up most of the space on the right side. Snoring loud enough to wake up the neighbors on both sides, it was something Jamie had gotten used to in the years they've spent together, roaming the world in search of treasures and artifacts to steal. But Jamie tossed and turned in his sleep, the snores coming from Mako didn't help when he briefly woke up and then tried going back to sleep.

Jamie kept thinking about how he blew it. How he chickened out of asking Satya to marry him. It was the best chance he had yet, and there'd never be another one like it. Under the stars, with the faint sounds of the performance in the distance, it was perfect. Or at least as perfect as he thought it'd be. Now then, his mind would reassure himself. Of course there'd be another chance. One better than what he had in mind before. Maybe it would be best to wait until she was done with her work. It would only be a week. He could wait that long. Hell, he's waited months just to be in the same physical space as her again.

No! his mind also kept telling him. She's here with her suit friends. Whatever parts of you she's looked past, they won't. You'll screw something up at the worst time.

Then don't.

You can't help it.

You haven't done anything wrong yet.

Did you see how the suits looked at the place? With dirt over their houses?

They understood, right?

Of course they didn't! They can only have things squeaky clean!

Well that's just how we are.

Squeaky clean!

Jamie thrust himself awake, not even trying to sleep anymore, the voices and Mako's snoring getting too much for him. So he just lay on his side, staring across his nightstand out the window he faced, leading to the next house over. Of course the suits liked us, Jamie kept thinking. We sure put on a show for them. Why wouldn't they? That Sanjay though, he rubs off the wrong way.

It then occurred to Jamie they didn't have anything else like that planned for the rest of Vishkar's stay. Well, the probably didn't need to. But he supposed they needed to think of something just in case.

The alarm clock read 5:30 am when Jamie's phone started buzzing on the nightstand. Roadman's name popped up along with the picture Jamie set up for him, which was taken as he was chasing his junker friend. It was his turn for wall guard duty tonight, a position that exists just because someone thought it should. It didn't amount to much since they rarely get visitors at night. Still, Jamie felt obligated to answer, just to see what's up.

"What is it mate?" Jamie inquired, still groggy from the varying bits of sleep he was able to get.

"Some trucks showed up on the western wall, want to come inside." Roadman explained.

Trucks? At this time of day when people are still sleeping? That never happened. "What for? Can't they wait until it's daylight?"

"They say they drove all the way from Perth to speak with us."

Perth? Huh, Jamie thought. That's quite the distance. And they want to see me? I'm that important, huh? "What for?"

"They won't say any more."

Oh they drove all the way out here to see me. Must think I'm a head honcho or something. Like I really am King Jamison Fawkes the first! Well, at least we'll actually have something to do today.

"Oight, let them in, but I ain't seeing them until I actually get some sleep."

"Got it boss," Roadman replied and then hung up. Jamie started to nudge the giant sleeping next to him.

"'Ey Roadie, wake up," Jamie nudged, then he nudged harder, but Mako just kept on snoring. Jamie resorted to shoving next. "Roadie, wake up!"

The shoving, along with an oblivious Mako shifting so his back faced Jamie, lead Jamie to push so hard, the fat man fell onto the floor with a loud "thud!"

"Junkrat!" Mako shouted as he climbed his way back up. "The fuck's wrong with ya, dipstick?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know it's early, but we got company."

"Company?" Mako wondered, seeing it was still as black outside as when he went to sleep. "What time is it?"

"About 5:30."

"Fuck, mate. Can't we get a few more hours of sleep?"

"That's what I told Roadman. So just be ready when there's some strange trucks outside looking for us."

Mako had gotten back to his position on the bed, easily ready to fall back to sleep at any point. "They ain't military, are they?"

"He didn't say. Why would anyone be after us when Overwatch is on our side?"

"Your idiocy will find a way."

"Hey, that's harsh, seeing I'm head hancho here. I don't say anything about you snoring."

"We're head hanchos. And I don't say anything about your mumbling."

"Mumbling?" Jamie wasn't aware he'd been doing anything in his sleep. "Was I mumbling?"

"'Bout how you blew your chance with Satya and how the suits don't like you."

Jamie felt a sense of shame creep up in his face. "Oh, I swear I wasn't mumbling. It was just thoughts passing through me head."

"Worry about it later, with these other people," Mako turned to face away from his sleeping partner. "You'll find other chance."

After two and a half more hours of sleep, attempted sleep on Jamie's part, the two got up and cleaned up enough for their standards. For Mako, it meant taking a full shower, something he relished every time since the new Junkertown was finished. And Jamie, he occasionally showered, but more often, he brushed his teeth without the toothpaste and considered it good enough. After donning their usual tattered makeshift outfits, along with Mako's gasmask, the two left the house and walked down the street to the Vishkar airship, still parked on the landing pad. The glass door leading in was locked.

"'Ello, anyone up yet?" Jamie shouted through the door, pounding on it a few times without regard. Mako worried he'd pound hard enough to break the glass.

The first Vishkar agent to appear was Deepa, still wearing her eyepatch and Vishkar pajamas. From her looks, no one else was ready yet.

"Symmetra isn't up yet," Deepa told the junker, already assuming what he was doing here.

"She ain't?" Jamie got distracted before Mako slapped him on the back, his attempt to get him back on task. "Oh that's not why we're here. I mean it kind of is, since we need to talk to her."

"Should I get everyone else up?"

"Yeah," Mako spoke for the both of them.

"Wait, no they don't."

"Be right back," Deepa went off to fetch the rest as the two junkers spotted Ajit sitting at a table at the other side, eating his breakfast out of a bowl and giving a dity look at them.

"Roadie, what'ya do that for?"

"What? We need all the help we can, don't we?"

"It's just some people in trucks. We can handle them without help."

"That's what you said when that Adelaide gang first came up here."

"Yeah, well they're part of the collective now."

"It took you five days to settle on terms."

"Hey, they're still good terms."

"Planting deadly nightshade with the food garden's a terrible idea."

"No one's died yet."

"Oh Jamie," Satya was in the same Vishkar nightwear Deepa was, with one sleeve gone for her metal appendage. "I'm surprised you're up this early."

"Yes, dear. Listen, I know you're all still in the middle of your once over here, but something's come up."

"What's come up?"

"Apparently, there's some trucks waiting for us. An' we have no idea what they're doing."

"Oh. Did you ask them what they wanted?"

"All we know is they came from Perth."

"Perth? Isn't that,"

"On the west coast, yeah

"Do I hear something about visitors?" Sanjay appeared in his

"Seems that way."

"Well that's a fortunate stroke of luck for you. I wasn't expecting to do something related to outsiders until Thursday."

Thursday? Were you expecting someone?"

"No, but since Mr. Fawkes boasts himself on Junkertown taking in anyone who wants to be here, we can see him put those words into action."

"Woah, woah there. We don't know if that's what they want yet."

"What else could someone want to the dead center of the outback for?"

"Maybe they're just curious. Or they're tourists."

"Hmhm, tourists. Sounds like someone isn't all he's cracked up to be."

"Ah shut it, ya suit. You want to meet these people so bad, why don't you talk to them?"

"I plan on it, as soon as you lead me to them."

"I ain't leading you nowhere, dipshit!"

"Jamie!" Satya finally got between the two of them, feeling the need to end this before it had the chance to get ugly. "Sanjay, I do apologize."

"You have no need to. I'll just get changed then we'll leave," Sanjay left as calm and collected as he'd entered the fray, his tension with Jamie not at all visible on his person.

"Jamie, what's wrong with you?" Satya reprimanded her boyfriend.

"What'd I do? He was the one making the demands."

"He's my equal on this operation. And there are times where his words have more weight than mine."

"Oh I'm sure they pay a lot more attention to what you have to say."

"Not if I'm not doing things for Vishkar at the moment. I do work for Overwatch too, in case you've forgotten."

"Well that's a load of horseshit."

"It won't be if you mind your tongue around Sanjay. I'm not the only Vishkar agent here, And as far as I can tell, there's no sweet-talking him."

"Well," Sanjay returned, properly dressed in his Vishkar attire. "I'm ready."

The team finally left after Satya changed into her work uniform as well. As the group of Jamie, Mako, and the seven Vishkar agents walked down the dirt roads to the west entrance, they saw Roadman had already done some of the work for them. Three trucks with the back's canopied over had already pulled inside, with a goateed man and woman with poofy curly brown hair, dressed in beige clothes that suited travel in the outback and carrying rifles. They had been standing for a while, waiting for someone in charge to speak with them.

"Finally, someone," the man said as he saw the group heading his way. "Name's Bruce and this is my wife, Cait."

"G'day, what can we do you for?" Jamie started when they arrived.

"Ah, so you're the famous Junkrat. The one who," Bruce's attention was more on the people in uniforms behind Jamie than the junker leader himself. "Who the fuck are they?"

"We represent the Vishkar corporation, who built the town you see before you," Sanjay took the lead. "You actually stopped by at a very opportune time. We've yet to see how the people of Junkertown truly treat outsiders."

"I don't understand," Bruce was confounded.

"We're here to do an inspection of the facilities, since we've finished here a year ago. It's not something we normally do, as our projects are mostly in cities. But this place is a special exception since,"

"You, suit," Jamie called him out. "Let me speak in a way he can understand, ya hear?"

"I was just explaining to him our purpose," Sanjay tried fighting back.

"Well he ain't interested! So pipe down and let me speak," Jamie snapped before trying to cozy back up with Bruce. "Sorry about that mate. These suits and their yammering, ya know. What'd ya got in those trucks?"

"A bunch of people we picked up in Perth. We all fled there three days ago."

"Three days?" Jamie seemed impressed with their determination. He and Mako used to travel all across the desert to the east coast for their robberies. Anyone doing the same "And y'all decided to come here?"

"Yeah, because we are holding you responsible for destroying Perth!"

Whatever goodwill Jamie was hoping for, either from himself or these strangers, was gone, as Bruce pointed his finger right at him. The Vishkar people had shocked looks, with Satya in as much disbelief as the rest of them. Sanjay, meanwhile shot a disapproving look, moreso having to do with Jamie's rude attitude towards him.

Whatever Junkrat needed to do to rectify the situation, it needed to be done quick.

"Woah woah woah, you got it all wrong," Jamie tried soothing Bruce down. "I haven't been to Perth in years, let alone this week. We've all been here with the Vishkar people."

"That part's true," Satya spoke up. "We've were here enjoying ourselves yesterday, and as far as I know, the Junkers have been here this past week. So why are you accusing him of destroying a whole city?"

"Because it was Junkers like you who did it!"

"Like us?" Mako said.

"Wouldn't mistake it for anything else. What with your old cars that had wheels on them and your hooting and hollering and wasting bullets like no one's business."

"Hold on everyone, let's group up," Jamie gathered Mako and the Vishkar people away from where Bruce and Cait couldn't hear them. "This is bad, what'd y'all think?"

"Think what?" Satya questioned, not having seen this kind of worry on Jamie's face in a while.

"What should we do?"

"What have you done before?" Deepa asked. "Like when people came by wanting to live here?"

"Oh they'd just explain themselves and let them stay. They've been fleeing something, but none of them had guns."

"So just let them stay," Ajit recommended.

"Oh, that guy ain't staying here. People can insult me as they want, but they can't say me and Hog destroyed any cities."

"Well, have you?" Amarjeet asked.

"Of course not! We don't have the firepower to pull something off like that. And what use is a destroyed city anyway? Nothing worth stealing there now, is there."

"Ugh, sometimes Jamie," Satya rubbed her fingers along the bridge of her nose.

"Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes your head isn't on straight and doesn't see the obvious. What harm can come from letting these people talk?"

"You see that gun he had? It could clean any our heads clean off! Who knows what the rest 'em are packing!"

"If they had any other weapons, wouldn't they just be for protection? From whatever they were fleeing from?"

"Or it's just a diversion! To have our guard down."

"Jamie, if worst comes to worst, I'm sure you and the other residents could take them on. And the photon projectors back on our ship are more advanced than anything they're likely to have."

Jamie looked back at Bruce and Cait, still waiting for their response.

"You do know what the diplomatic thing to do is, correct?" Satya reassured him. "I'd take it the man in charge would have some experience negotiating with other."

Jamie didn't understand some of the words Satya used, but got the gist of it, walking back to the trucks.

"A'ight Bruce, we'll hear what ya have to say."

"Bout time."

Jamie pulled his phone out of his pocket to call Roadman, just finishing up his wall guard duty. "'Eh Roadman, those trucks you let in, they got new residents inside. Get everyone up!" he instructed.

"Right away," Roadman replied. He hung up, which followed with the sound of a siren going off, waking everyone else in Junkertown up. Along with the sounds of Roadman's voice ordering everyone to meet Junkrat by the west gate. Not everyone in the place showed up, but enough to satisfy Jamie.

"A'ight everyone," Jamie called out to those who showed up. "We got some new visitors. They say they've fled Perth because we destroyed it. Before you go on rumbling, we've agreed to hear what they say. So let's make them feel just like any one of us here."

With that, the junkers started helping the people in trucks get out, most of covering their eyes with how bright it was. Uenuku was the most enthusiastic, carrying people out cradled in his arms with ease, and occasionally lifting them over his head before settling them down on the ground and moving on to the next one.

"There's still one in here," Uenuku called out from a truck. He emerged carrying the last person, a dusty blonde in a grey tank top with an atom with shorts. She kept her head buried in her arms as the Maori brought her to where the other guests were making small talk.

"Care to speak up?" Uenuku asked the girl, with no response. Just some shaking from the girl's head. He just laid her down on the dirt road, as Jamie, Satya, and other Vishkar people gathered around her.

"Eh, what's your name?" Jamie asked the girl.

The girl finally raised her head up out of her arms to look around. Just at ground level, seeing the dirt she was on. Then she looked up at who was surrounding her. She noticeably hadn't cleaned herself in a few days, like the rest of the travelers, but she also looked like she hadn't slept for as long too.

"Wh-who? Junkrat?" she asked, slowly getting herself settled on her feet.

"Ah, you've heard of me. Yes the names Junkrat, and you're among friends. Looks like you had a rough ride."

The girl saw the people she rode with and immediately ran to them, thinking she recognized some of them.

"Emma! Have any of you seen Emma?" the girl shouted, shaking some of them for answers. "She's about my height, has brown hair, should've been on one of the other trucks," then she looked back at the trucks, seeing there were only three present. "No, no! Where are the others?!"

"Ma'am, would please clam yourself," Satya and Mansoor went over to soothe the frantic woman.

"Don't touch me until, . . . wait, I know who you are," her mind was too flustered to stay on one thing for too long. "You, you're Symmetra. Yeah, with Overwatch!"

"Yes, that's true," Satya replied.

"Oh man, we're such huge fans! Of Overwatch of course. I mean we like Tracer and Zarya more, but oh, those designs you come up with, those bases you designed,"

"Ma'am," Mansoor tried getting her to slow down, thinking it be better for Satya not to interact with a crazed fan. "I know you're feeling many different things, but would you mind telling us your name?"

"My name? Yeah, it's Leslie Martin."

"Alright Leslie, would you tell us more about yourself? What did you do back in Perth? Who's this Emma you're shouting about?"

"Emma? Emma? Where's Emma? Where is she?"

"There's no one here named Emma. Maybe there is, considering these junker's take on new names, but not as far as I know."

"Mansoor, go check up on some of the others," Satya ordered, feeling her underling wasn't helping. He complied and left the two alone. "Sorry about that, he's rather new to field assignments. He hasn't had to do anything like this since he was back in Afghanistan."

"Are there any other Overwatch people here?"

"I'm here on VIshkar business. So, Leslie, I'll ask you the same questions Mansoor did."

"I, I worked to Lucheng Interstellar, back in Perth."

"Lucheng?" Satya was amazed. She remembered that company's name, mainly from hearing Winston's stories on their moonbase and the various deals between them and Vishkar. "You were a scientist?"

"Yep. A particle physicist. And Emma, she's my girlfriend. She was on one of those other trucks we escaped Perth on, but she's not here."

"How many were there?"

"Seven."

"So she's most likely delayed in some manner, I'm sure that's it. Can't be much more than that. Have you had anything to eat along the way?"

"All they had was boxes of cereal in the trucks. We only stopped for water and fuel."

"Don't worry, we'll be taking care of you."

Satya led Leslie down the street, where see saw everyone else had gone too. The newcomers had gathered in front of Jamie and Mako's house, with Mako sitting on the steps leading to the front door, Jamie standing beside him.

"Alright, talk," Mako bluntly put it.

"Talk?" Bruce was put on the spot. "I wouldn't know where to start."

"From the beginning."

"Okay, okay then. Me and Cait, we knew it was a matter of time. With all the attacks that happened out east, the west had to get one eventually. So we prepared ourselves,"

"No, nitwits," Mako stopped them, sensing which direction this story was going. "I meant about Perth."

"Oh, okay then. When me and Cait heard the sirens going off around Perth, we knew trouble's a coming. Cause when they do drills, it's during the work day so everyone knows. See, we live on the south side of the Swan River, so we ain't getting hit by them first. But they finally did come to us, oh we were loaded and ready to blow them all the way to Albany,"

Mako was growing bored by Bruce's ramblings, which weren't telling him anything about the threat they left behind. He then spied Satya and the woman he thought was crazy earlier, finally catching up with everyone else. "You," Mako pointed at the broken woman with Satya. "What's your name?"

"Her name is Leslie," Satya spoke for her.

"What happened to you?"

"Mako, she's been through a lot, and it wouldn't be wise to force someone to recount their miseries so many times."

"You forget who you're talking to."

"Symmetra, I can handle this," Leslie reassured her. "So, you're, you're Roadhog, right?"

"Yes. Talk."

"Well," Leslie started off, slowly, gradually building her voice. "It just happened. When I was getting dinner with Emma. There was a siren, then crowds of people just started fleeing. Away from whatever was chasing them. We joined them as soon as we saw them. They just had to be junkers, with all the cobbled together weapons and cars they had. But they were covered in black and white paint, and had tattoos and decals of hammers, worms, fists, and guns. Eventually we were surrounded and talked down to."

"Hold on," Mako stopped Leslie, the wheels turning in his head. "Did these other junkers have a leader?"

"Y-yeah they did. A fat guy, fatter than you, with way more tattoos, barking out orders. And a ragged woman was in his truck too."

"Did you get their names?"

"We ran first chance we had. 'Till we ran into these people who drove us here."

"Shit," Mako gave off in contempt, rubbing his left hand over the gas mask.

"What, hog?" Jamie wondered.

"I may know who did this."

The assembled crowd turned to look at the fat masked junker. He was only in his late 40's, but definitely one of the senior members of this junker group. So any affiliation he had to anyone outside or before the people here was stretching their memories.

"Ah yeah? Who then?"

"Someone I used to run with. Back in the Australian Liberation Front."

Jamie could tell Mako was going to start a long story whenever he mentions any names from before he met Jamie. "I swear Hog, if you go back down one of your stories again,"

"Well now I will just to piss you off. And these people need to know what we're dealing with. So all you better settle down. We'll be here a while."

Soundtrack:

New York Mining Disaster 1941 – Bee Gees