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Mission Briefing
Date: October 27, 2076
From: Winston - Watchpoint Gibraltar
To: Sojourn
Re: Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes and Mako "Roadhog" Rutledge
We have located "Junkrat" and "Roadhog" to be just south-east of Junkertown, Australia. Take any action necessary to apprehend them. Cooperation with the local leader, Odessa "Junker Queen" Stone is advised. Please proceed with caution.
Sojourn stared at the message and ran a hand down her face. She already disliked this. She double-clicked on the file titled "Odessa Stone", and a photo of a woman with blue hair and covered in piercings covered her screen. She read the bio and her apprehension only grew; she really didn't like this. The woman seemed a nightmare, and Overwatch somehow expected Sojourn to cooperate with her. She briefly debated whether this alliance was strictly necessary, but after running several simulations through her head, she knew it would be the greatest chance of success. It would be far easier to work with someone who knew the area and the people than going in practically blind. Easier to work with a madwoman than against her.
Sojourn sighed heavily and turned her computer off.
She had bags to pack.
"Your highness, there is a robot-woman at the gates requesting to speak with you. I think she's from Overwatch."
Dez looked up from where she had been playing with her nails from pure boredom.
"Overwatch? Why do you think so?" Dez shifted slightly - sitting on her shoddy, makeshift "throne" for so long was starting to be killer for her back.
"Well ma'am, her backpack has a massive logo stamped right on it. She's got too much of a stick up her arse to be a fan."
Dez felt a grin pull at her lips. "All right, let 'er in then already. Shouldn't keep someone so important in the blazin' heat, she's a guest."
The guard's eyebrows drew in, causing harsh creases to line his forehead. "Are you sure that's a good idea ma'am?"
Dez righted herself and slammed her boots hard on the ground, causing a harsh echo to ring throughout the empty stadium.
"Darlin', I don't remember askin' for your opinion. Did you forget what happens when you question my orders?"
The guard snapped to attention, sweat appearing above his brow. "O-of course not, ma'am. Right away." He gave a sloppy salute and nearly ran out of the stadium.
Dez relaxed back into her throne, threw one leg haphazardly over the other and laughed loudly to herself. It bounced through the stadium, making it sound as though there were hundreds who shared in her amusement.
A cyborg Overwatch agent. She hadn't been so amused or curious in months.
A maniacal laugh was the first thing to greet Sojourn as she entered the abandoned stadium, tailed by a very nervous guard, and she already entirely regretted walking through the gate of this godforsaken town.