A Teaspoon of Spice

A Little Junkrat Charm

Jamison was a wriggly thing. A cockroach that slipped into the wall every time you thought it was dead. He was manic, and came off as incredibly dumb, or in a better sense, insane.

Most people underestimated him, underestimated just how observant he was, and could be.

Which is why when the new recruit came in, and all the verterian agents kept their eyes on her at all times, he could tell something was up.

This new agent- was reclusive, and incredibly monotone, and hell, he hates people with a stick up their ass, but he could tell there was something big happening.

Junkrat was smart, and if there was one thing he hated more then thiefs or kill joys, it was not knowing what was up.

Not knowing the secrets someone was hiding.

It made him wiggle and fidget in excitement, absolutely itching to tear down a carefully crafted wall, a wall placed almost specifically for him to dig under.

He wasn't dumb by any means, so when the first week passed, and the watchful eyes got more relaxed, and when the crowds stopped popping by to check on this new agent, and that bloody monkey stopped following her around, he decided to set up a plan.

A plan that no one would be able to stop.

One that even his bodyguard couldn't mess up, because how could Roadhog mess something up if he wasn't there.

No no no- this is a Jamison exclusive plan- for him specifically to dig into and orchestrate.

Step one: First impressions-

He had to make himself known to the newbie- had to get them curious about him-

Step two! Ask them what was up.

It seemed simple, in theory, but every time he got close, or even attempted to approach them, that damn cowboy- Mcree- or whatever his bloody name was, would somehow seem to butt in and talk long enough for mystery agent to vanish from the room.

So recap- Step one- Distract the cowboy-

Step two! First impression-

Step three! ASK THEM WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS UP-

Again, Junkrat tried the approach, spotting the mysterious and reclusive new agent and again, encountering the cowboy.

Apparently yelling that there was an enemy behind Mcree wasn't a good way to distract him. The whole room went into chaos- people stampeding to get weapons, and a few people, including the old man 76 leading the mystery agent out of the cafeteria.

All in all- Jamison had to get craftier.

He had to go all or nothing-

He had to lay out a bomb plan, a plan that had no weaknesses, and covered every bass. So he did-

Step one- get his body guard in on the plan, because fuck- maybe an extra hand wouldn't be too bad.

Step two- get his body guard to practice with Mcree during lunch hours.

Step three, make a good first impression-

And finally- STEP FOUR- ask them what the bloody hell was up-

It was perfect- full proof- nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted to achieve.

And the next day, nearly two weeks after the reclusive stranger came, the plan went into motion.

Mcree was off practicing with Roady, and Junkrat could just see the confused look on the cowboy's face as Roady approached him and came asking for a spar or two. He nearly giggled- and by giggled, he outright laughed. Loudly and maniacally inside the cafeteria- drawing a multitude of judging eyes as he hobbled around with his peg leg.