The Worst Kind of Place [open]

There was a rumor floating about that something was about to go down. There was often a truth hidden somewhere in the lies that surrounded such things.

The rumor mill lead him here but the evidence made him stay. Junkrat was not fooling anyone with his tourist disguise as he made his way through the crowd. Genji knew that stature well enough to pick him out of a crowd yet it would have been faster if Roadhog was present. Light brown eyes scanned the city of Numbani as he searched for the rather large body guard that always seemed to be following him. Once he was satisfied that the man was alone, he dropped from the ledge he had been hiding on.

Genji could not blend in with the crowd per say but he did have a way with minimizing his notice. The way he carried himself often made him seem unimportant but of course he left his Katana stashed somewhere on a roof top. In the even that he needed it he could retrieve it quick enough with his agility. Genji was rather good at herding targets where he needed them to go and as it so happened he had a "kill zone" set up ahead of time. While Overwatch was not truly back together in full capacity yet, he still operated on missions that reflected their interests from time to time.

"I have never seen you show your face alone." his voice cut above the rest of the noise near Junkrat. At some point he had slipped into the cafe while the man was ordering his boba and stood in plain sight towards the back wall. He was close enough to be heard yet far enough that he had time to react to any hostilities. "You are a man of one talent. I know why you are here. I would advise against it." he said slowly. His voice was rather casual, as if he was having a conversation rather than making threats.

He was eager for the fallout that this job would surely cause. It was intended to cause a rift between the humans and the omnics that were trying to make peace here, the thought was thoroughly sickening, seeing people so content to trust those things and treat them like companions, it was enough to make a man vomit. Of course, his bitterness and hatred was not entirely unfounded, he'd lost most of his memories to the radiation that tainted his mine, but he could remember having his home uprooted and handed away on a silver platter. He wouldn't ever forget that, it was why a job like this was that much more satisfying.

Of course, Junkrat had the foresight to know that some form of authority would get involved, they always did. Whether it was the suit that hired him or simply rumors getting to the wrong ears, he couldn't know. However, no amount of foresight and preperation would have predicted Overwatch getting involved. Police he could have dealt with, boy Overwatch? Hell who was he kidding, he could deal with them too! Unless they put one of their quicker agents on the case, like Tracer, or...

He cringed when he heard that voice. Genji. Of course, it was his luck wasn't it? Of course they sent the friggin' super ninja to deal with him. His face didn't convey his dread, instead wearing a wide grin as he fixed Genji with a sardonic expression, "Who says I'm alone? Y'know how hard it is to hide Roadie? He's around. I'm not a damsel without him, though." Mentioning Roadhog was mostly a bluff, he didn't actually know where his accomplice had gone, but he figured maybe if this android thought he was around, he'd think twice about tussling with him.

His posture was relaxed but he was ready to stand and make a getaway pretty quick, his tone remained just as casual, "Strewth, mate, pointin' fingers at the wrong bloke, I'm just here on vacation!" He didn't make nearly as much effort to keep quiet as he could have, excited volume control one of many things he lacked nowadays. He narrowed his eyes and got a threatening tone, "y'sure you wanna tussle with me here, mate? All these people. Would hate for them to be crushed and burned alive." He may not have been fully armed, but he was still carrying several smaller grenades, as well as one of his mines, ready to provide a hasty getaway should the need arise. He would be fine without Hog.

He slipped from his seat, giving the half-man a most flattered expression, "Wehell, I'm right glad you've 'eard of me, mate. But I'm only here...Sightseeing." There was a tone of contempt in his voice as he continued, "Sightseeing in this lovely little utopia. That's all. And now if you don't mind...I have to catch up with me mate." He slipped around him, giving a quiet threat as he passed, "this disgusting little hole is gonna be sky high soon, mate. Juust wait and see." His words were punctuated by a fit of unhinged giggles, before he took off through the open door.

His reaction was subtle but Genji did not miss it, he was worried that the ninja had come. His body language confirmed that he was up to something but even Genji did not know what. His mission could have easily just have been to tail him but he figured that he would be better off preventing the crime entirely but spooking him. Shifting only ever so slightly, he followed the mans movements as he spoke and tried to remain neutral in his movements or else he would start something right here. Junkrat was known for his work with explosives, grenades namely, and in this crowded cafe it was not a good time to start throwing bombs and shuriken.

"You are right, he is hard to hide. That is why I am sure he is not here. Preparation counters your chaos." he said slowly. He did not seem too concerned about the threats the man made. If a fight broke out here he would do his best to simple deflect the explosives out of the window and pray no one passed by as he did. The green glass on his visor went from the mans face to his clothing style choice and there was an amused grin beneath the helm. His manner of dress had gone from bad to worse if that were even at all possible.

Crossing his arms over his chest, a few shuriken could be heard sliding through his gauntlet but none appeared between his fingers. He was prepared for Junky to make good on those threats. Yet something told him that he would not go through with it. He seemed to be all talk, as if perhaps he needed whatever job he was about to perform. "If you were going to hurt them you would have done so by now. We do not have to do this, you and I. You could simply leave." he said. People like this guy were only in cities like this to cause a problem and shake the foundations which people built their lives on.

It was clear that he had no intention of listening, however, as his final threat crossed that line. Genji's arm shot out rather quickly, if Junk was not fast he would find that cyborgs grip on his shirt rather vice like. The vents on his suit emitted steam for a moment before he attempted to piston his arm forward and launch the Aussie through the giant storefront window. Quickly this toss was followed be a shuriken heading towards him with the intention of wounding his leg rather than taking him out.

"You are coming with me." he stated firmly.