#30, Junkrat and Symmetra? Pls and thenk.
“Oi! Symm! What’re you doin?”
Satya stiffened as Junkrat called out to her. “This is not what it looks like!”
The junker stomped over to where she stood next to his workbench, his artificial leg hitting the workshop floor with a distinct clack. “…so you weren’t tryin’ to steal one of my bombs?”
Satya flushed and fell back onto the stool that he customarily sat on while he was tinkering with his devices. “…in that case, yes, it is what it looks like.”
Junkrat blinked at her. “Right. Ten points for honesty.” He giggled, his lips turning up into a grin. “Bit unusual to have someone stealin’ from me. Usually this goes the other way ‘round.”
She shook her head, her hands twisting around each other. “It was a moment of…I don’t know. Recklessness. A foolish idea. Impulsive.”
“Well!” Junkrat (she didn’t understand why he didn’t like being called Jamison - it was a perfectly nice name - but she respected his request) took the bomb from where she’d left it, turning it over in his hands as he inspected it. “As it happens, reckless, foolish, impulsive ideas happen to be my speciality. World’s best, in fact!” He took the bomb and placed it on the floor, then sat next to it. “So, tell me what ya had in mind an’ I can see if I can get it figured for ya. I can be oneathem….consults? Izzat the word suits like? I can consult on all yer foolishness. Get it done right for ya.”
She had to laugh at the mental image he conjured. Dressed up in business attire and stomping around an office, still carrying a belt of grenades on one shoulder. That would be quite a sight.
Squaring her shoulders, she sat up properly, looking out of the workshop doorway. “There is a building I constructed for Vishkar in Sarawak. One of my finest. I was told…” She shook her head. “It was supposed to be a hospital. Serving a community which had little access to proper care.” Her fingers slid along the panel of her dress, bunching the fabric as they tightened into fists. “It was supposed to help make it a better place.”
The same lie she’d swallowed, time and time again.
Junkrat’s eyes went to her hands and he gave a little grunt. “Sounds like that ain’t what they did with it.”
“No.” She sighed. “No, they did not. I learned…” She swallowed hard. “They lied. Sombra showed me the reports. Pictures. Video. It is not a hospital. It is a laboratory. Being used to design improved methods of “compliance” tools. Chemical. Cybernetic. Hypnotics. They promise medical treatment, have them sign consent forms, and then experiment on them. Study the effects. Remove the ‘mistakes’.” Satya shuddered. “Few ever leave again, and fewer are missed. They…select their subjects very carefully.”
“Suits lie,” Junkrat said with a knowing nod. “‘S what they do. It’s a part of why you never made a good one, y’know? Y’ ain’t got the face for it.”
Satya did her best to smile. “I suppose you think that is a compliment.”
“Course it is!” He tapped the bomb. “So. Guessin’ I know what you wanted this for, then.”
“Properly placed…a single detonation would destabilize the hard light matrix. Compromise the structural integrity. The building would collapse in moments. If it was placed in the night…no more innocents would come to harm.”
“Well, then!” Springing to his feet, Junkrat flipped the bomb up into the air, catching it and tucking it under his arm. “Why’re we waitin’ around here, then? You’ve got a buildin’ needs blowin’ up, an’ I’ve got just the bomb for the job!”