Overwatch: Jinxed

Chapter 19: Touchdown

Isabell had a bad feeling about this.

Tracer and Winston had suited up into radiation-resist hazard suits which looked like astronaut gear. Winston had tried to get Isabell to wear one but she'd waved it off. She'd survived this long, she'd be fine.

Jamison took one look at the suits and outright laughed. "Please, uh..." he looked down his nose at Winston as if reading a name tag. "Mister Smurfmonkey. I outright refuse to wear such things. If you don't mind, you can take me bag of bombs, though." Before Winston could snarl at him, Jamie dropped a duffel bag of grenades into Winston's arms. He flinched, and Jamie laughed, linking his arm in Isabell's and striding out into the burning heat of the outback after Tracer. "They're not loaded, dipstick."

Winston growled and came out after them, closing the plane and locking it behind them, activating the cloaking shields.

Isabell found that she really enjoyed his company. His idea of fun was baiting everyone and it was hilarious. Despite her being several heads shorter than him, she found that instead of rolling her eyes whenever he laughed, she was laughing with him.

Maybe it was his residual radiation getting to her head.

Tayanna was standing beside Tracer, looking over her shoulder at the holomap she was holding. She'd pulled her shimmering hair up into a ponytail behind her - not a particularly long one - and she smiled and waved as Isabell and Jamie walked over.

Jamie said nothing. He just nodded rigidly. Isabell quickly came to the rescue and skipped quickly over to the holomap, and looked. "...Jesus, we couldn't just fly in? That's twenty kilometers away!"

Jamie, who had produced a water bottle out of nowhere, spat it out. "Blimey!"

They all stared at him for a moment. He shrugged. "This water tastes like wallaby shit."

Isabell shook her head, resisting the urge to laugh, and fell back next to Winston. Tracer stood up, picked up the holomap and shoved it in her backpack before they started heading south - Tayanna and Lena in the front, Jamie in the middle and Winston and Isabell at the back.

"He's a pain," Winston grumbled. "I don't know how you made friends with him."

"Like Genji said," Isabell told him. "His interest is in himself, not in evil. And, to quote Lucio as well, we've all got some scrambled eggs in the basket. He just wears his loud and proud."

"I suppose," Winston sighed. "And you're sure he won't just throw a few grenades at us and run for the hills?"

"Right now..." Isabell studied him. She loosed a breath. "...I don't know. Even he has emotions, Winston. But if I know him, he's already got a plan for getting Tayanna back to normal. Probably involving breaking and entering, and a lot of explosions."

"As soon as we get back, you realize," Winston said too softly for anyone else to hear, "He has to go to jail."

Isabell raised an eyebrow.

Winston relented, sighing. "Yeah. He'll find a way to escape before that happens." He grabbed the duffel bag of explosives and hurled them at Jamie. They smacked into him and sent him sprawling with a loud 'oof' noise.

"Oi!"

"It's full of medicine balls," Winston chuckled to Junkrat as he and Isabell walked past. "You might want something slightly more explosive than those."

"Bloody monkey!" Jamison yelled, and Isabell and Winston laughed.

Isabell took in a deep breath. "...You don't hate me, do you?"