A Rival-mance Blossoms [Whiskey]

Winston furrowed his brow, what? Another random person had showed up?? This one asking for Whiskey now? Did Jack not tell these new recruits that this was a secret operation and they shouldn't invite guests? The Gorilla cleared his throat. "One moment," he answered and paged Whiskey. "Whiskey there is someone here to see you, he says his name is Solomon, and he says Foxtrot is here to call your bluff."

The creature huffed, really? This uppity little thorn had decided to actually come and see him!? How ridiculous, impressive he'd traced his satellite hopping to Gibraltar, but ridiculous non the less! Whiskey tapped into the coms and gave Solomon his own word of advice: "Well then, if you think you're so clever, why don't you come in and try to figure out which of the many dangerous individuals I am then," he huffed and the door opened without Winstons go ahead.

"Hey! You can't just do that!"

"I can and I will Winston, this brat needs to be taught a lesson!" Whiskey replied. Clearly not worried that some random individual had just shown up. As if this was not at all dangerous. Jack was hustling down the stairs.

"Why are the doors opening? Who is this? What is going on?" He snapped as he looked from Winston to Solomon. The Gorilla pointed at the screens where Whiskey's avatar was looking a bit huffy. "Whiskey, who is this??" The commander demanded, with a sever expression on his face.

"Jack, it's fine he's just some punk I play with online sometimes, he's literally harmless. And I've run three full background checks on him, in triplicate and they are on your consoles," he said, the avatar rolling his eyes. "As if I'd let this base be infiltrated again."

Jack scratched his head. "We can't really just have random civilians coming in, please...just make this quick," he muttered looking frustrated was this not a secret operation? Honestly he wasn't sure at this point it seemed anyone could appear at any point!!

Solomon kept his proud posture as he waited for the door to open, it was laughable how unprepared they seemed to be, so flustered, how little security did this place have? He snorted softly, he probably could have let himself into the base, but his father had not raised a criminal. Breaking and entering was not his style.

His interest perked when he hear Whiskey's voice over the coms, getting a wide grin, "oh so you wish to make a game of it?" He chuckled and nodded, "Life has but one true charm: the charm of the game. But what if we’re indifferent to whether we win or lose?" He quoted before stepping back to allow the door to open, his eyes widening slightly upon seeing the gorilla standing at the door, "oh my. A gorilla?" He was doing fascinated rounds of Winston when Jack came down the stairs, "Ah, the man in charge I presume?" He turned and held out a hand, flashing a grin, "Solomon Kelley." He leaned in with a soft whisper, "I must say, the security of this base could do with some improvements." He gave him a shrug before pulling away, "Do not fret Whiskey, I'll find you yet." He sounded so sure. Because he was sure.

He could infer than neither of these two were his Whiskey, where do you hide a super genius? He kept his suitcase trailing behind him as he ventured into the base, keeping his keen eyes peeled as he took in every detail. No one he'd seen thus far matched the super genius as he knew him, of course he knew very little, "I'm sure you can hear me. I commend your ability to cover up your identity. No amount of playing could uncover it. Well done." He hummed as he turned down the deeper corridors, his observant wandering trailing him in the right direction.

Jack clenched his hands. "The security of this location is fine, people invited in aren't immediately shredded by pulse round fire, and if you really want me to show you how secure this location can be I will gladly put this place in lock down and mark you as the target for the drones," he snapped with such dire seriousness in his voice as he stepped away. "But please, enjoy your damned time in my humble fucking Watchpoint." He wasn't in much of a mood to deal with this shit, as he walked back to his office.

Winston huffed and went back to his tables to fiddle with his gadgets further. "Gorilla, I have a name you know, it's Winston," he grumbled.

"Oh please do continue to try you are getting warmer," said Whiskey in a derisive tone. "And of course you can't figure out my identity with your little playing around, you're no where near as smart as me, /solomon/, it was easy to find your name, and your parents. So your father is a doctor? How interesting, you know mine is too?" He cackled, as he spoke. "Yet all you'll ever know about me is a code name." What a shame as Solomon would pass George and Ansell who both gave him funny looks, before talking to each other as they left him alone. Well the base wasn't trying to kill him...he was probably on the level? With that suitcase must be some kind of recruit.

"Come on, closer, closer; you're getting so warm," Taunted Whiskey as a hallway appeared with 50 identical teens standing along it on either side. "Have you found me yet? Goodness I thought you were smarter than this."

Solomon put a hand on his cheek, chuckling a little, "oh dear, Whiskey I believe your friends do not like me, was I rude?" He shrugged, he'd never been the most skilled at tact when it came to speaking to people, and besides, he wasn't here to make friends. He was here to find Whiskey. He put a hand to his chin as he mused thoughtfully, undeterred by his taunting, "playing around. Don't insult me. Playing with you maybe, but I am deadly serious." He hummed, making his way further down the rabbit holes of Overwatch's base. He scoffed softly, "I never made much effort to hide my information. Really, a child could have figured me out." He waved a hand nonchalantly, chuckling, "I have nothing to hide, I'm not a criminal, eh Whiskey?" He chuckled softly.

The 50 clones was a mild surprise when eh turned into the hallway, his brow rose, "oh clever. Bots I assume?" He whistled thoughtfully as he meandered down the hall, observing them as he went, "so, you operate through these I presume? Clever." So he wasn't necessarily a human entity, why would a human need this many bots? He laughed and rose a brow, "I believe you mean I'm getting cold, it's freezing down here." Which meant Whiskey was running some sophisticated machinery. How curious.

He looked around when he came into the main room, which was surprisingly furnished with chairs and tables, "curious." Then his eyes took in the thing at the far side that resembled a tank, he quirked a brow and smirked as he approached the tank, leaning to look it over, "Whiskey. We meet at last, hm?"

The 50 bots all turned to each other whispering something just out of ear shot, and waving a little; might as well make the man uncomfortable. He'd gotten this far, unnerving as that way. "Jack is under a lot of stress, anyone would be if they were trying to save the world with as unqualified a staff as we currently have, apart from myself, I mean honestly one of the people here dresses like a cowboy...tragic honestly," he said with a sigh. "Hm, a chimp probably could have figured it out, criminality is a concept created by people who believe their concept of morality is somehow the correct and superior version. Besides I only ever took what was fair compensation for my skills." The hacker gave a laugh.

"Are you cold? Poor thing, should have packed a sweater, didn't your mother teach you anything?" whiskey replied. "And yes I do use them for physical work, build them myself, they must be clever." He gave another flutey laugh. It was a rather nice room, wasn't it? Despite the cold it was well maintained and illuminated. The frosted glass tank really completing it.

"Hm, I suppose I ought to reward you for walking down a few linear hallways, I hear humans appreciate rewards for menial tasks," he mused as the glass cleared up and the aquatic creature was revealed, he hung upside down screens all left behind him. "Shame I don't have the vision required to see your face, I'm sure it's as stupid as you sound." A snort that was poorly interpolated by the vocal synthesizer on his tank. To the furthest reach of the room, a machine was at work, in the robot grasp were Crusader armor pieces. "So, then Solomon what do you think?"

Solomon gave a laugh and looked amused, "a cowboy? My my, it wounds like you could use more brains among your ranks, hm?" Not that he doubted that the people here were strong, each with their own specialized skills, but strength was not enough to win wars, it didn't take a genius to know that, "Hm, true, I suppose calling you a criminal would be an insult to your accomplishments." He was not above offering compliments where they were deserved, but his face became amused as he chuckled, "I'm glad for your concern, Whiskey." There was a sardonic tone that implied sarcasm and teasing as he regarded the bots, "they are impressive. And handy."

He couldn't help the intrigue on his face when the class un-frosted to reveal the creature in the tank, "Interesting." He laughed and rolled his eyes, "Well I'd hoped to shake my adversary's hand but..." He trailed off, letting out a scoff at that stupid comment, "you're one to talk, aren't you? You look like some mad scientist's pet." He glanced to the machine holding the armor, his eyes lighting up, "Is that what I think it is? I've done research on this armor, how fascinating, did your people retrieve it?" He blinked and looked back at him when he asked what he thought, giving him a grin, "Well, you are not what I expected, but at the same time I am not surprised." He laughed, "I am pleased to finally meet you, Whiskey."

"And my accomplishments are vast, who else could say they single-handedly crippled the Human Against Omnic Rights Coalition on their own? Not very many, always good to see terrorists and bad people get their comeuppance," he mused as he continued to stare out at the vague figure before him. One of his bots relaying what he actually looked like, hm, he was pretty cute Whiskey supposed. "Well, anything to help a friend in need, you're even welcome to take a seat; I had this little space set up for those who needed it. I get interesting visitors, like the wild man who stashes snack cakes in the drawers, feel free to have one of those I'm positive he forgets them the moment they are squirreled away; the mad explosives expert who likes to let me talk his ears off for hours, Jack our commanding officer who always tells me things I already know and asks me for things I've already done, the sneaky sniper who's above average intelligence who gives me tasks...and you get the idea. Bunch of idle humans," He waved it off.

Whiskey put his hand to the glass, "Well I suppose this will have to do then?" He said with a bemused tone. "Adversary, hardly, you're more like...an entertaining little diversion." Certainly not a compliment. "Oh, a pet? Hm, that's what I call the explosive australian, bit like having a dog that one. Well this is what happens when you are a science experiment gone right, my form is rather unimportant anyway." Whiskey hummed as he glanced towards the armor. "Of course it is, and we have a Crusader on base at this moment, I'm sure you've heard of Reinhardt. He retrieved it from Eichenwald, off of Baldrich himself, he was Reinhardts mentor after all."

"Ah yes, I'm sure the pleasure is all yours," hummed the creature in his tank. "You look better in the flesh than in your photos, I guess you're not very photogenic."

Quite a ham, wasn't he? Though he supposed he couldn't blame him, there was no fault in being proud of your accomplishments after all, "Yes I recall that in the vague information I could gather on your exploits. Impressive indeed, Whiskey." He was glad to sit after a long journey to get here, looking interested as he listened, "oh my." So these were the people Overwatch was employing now? Psychopaths and wild men? My how they had fallen, "it sounds like Jack is desperate for help." He grinned and looked thoughtful, "Sounds like he has enough man-power, but not enough brains." He nodded and waved nonchalantly to Whiskey, "that settles it then, I shall stay and offer my assistance to you, Whiskey." He said this in a matter of fact way, as if he'd already decided.

He looked intrigued when Whiskey mentioned having a crusader on base, quirking his head, "Oh truly? I shall have to introduce myself, I was quite a fan of them when I was a boy." He laughed, he'd even had the poster, but what kid didn't? He flashed him a devilish grin when he gave something sort of like a compliment, "true, I've never taken the best photos, I suppose that is how it goes." He cast a sly look his way and chuckled, "You're not so bad for a fish kid in a tank." It was bizarrely cute? Even if he had the charms of a dead fish head.

Whiskey looked a bit indignant at that last bit. "Excuse me? Offer me your assistance? Haha, that's a lark; you really are funny, what makes you think I need your help? I'm simultaneously monitoring this base, spidering out for data, and running my bots while talking to you," he said with a tch sort of noise. "Though you aren't wrong, all we really have on the brains front is Athena, and she's busy playing personal assistant to our resident mystery man." The fish creature gave a lazy sort of sigh. "Truly a disaster." He chuckled. "If he wasn't desperate he wouldn't have brought in a 61 year old man, and the destroyer of the outback, but hey beggars can't be choosers." Whiskey glanced at one of his screens momentarily.

"Hm, you might need to wait on that, Reinhardt is a bit distraught, I wouldn't get too close unless you enjoy knuckle sandwiches. He is 7 foot tall," mused the fishkid. He'd had a poster, he'd even brought along some of them, Crusaders, Overwatch, Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, all in stunning art deco style framed and two of them were signed. Quite a collection. "Oh yeah? And I haven't even put my face on." Whiskey gave another little chortle. He turned on his belly, resting his head on his forearms. "Nice to be appreciated, would you like some beauty tips?"

Solomon should have expected that reaction to his idea, really he should have, Whiskey didn't seem like the type to admit he needed a hand. he felt there was a word for that but couldn't quite place it. He rolled his eyes though and stood to walk over to the tank, resting a gentle hand against the glass, "maybe you don't need my help. But surely it couldn't hurt to have an extra brain to bounce things off of?" He almost sounded concerned, sure Whiskey was a hyper genius, and Sol didn't doubt his abilities, but everyone had limits, right? He chuckled softly, "though I don't know if Jack will appreciate my presence after I crossed him. I really did not mean to offend." He placed his hand on his chin looking back the way he came, he would have to make an attempt at an apology.

He shook his head and chuckled softly, looking almost sympathetic, "you have to admire his tenacity, he has the most crackshot team I've seen but he's trying his best to make them into a group to be feared." He nodded when he mentioned Reinhardt, chuckling, "duly noted. I shall wait to meet this crusader then...Ah...Is there trouble?" His playful tone became genuinely concerned, the whole world had heard of what happened in LA, and he could only imagine what else they might be dealing with, "Talon is a troublesome bunch, hm? Cryptic, but not entirely slippery." He scoffed and came to stand by his tank, "you know what I can do, I'm here now so you might as well use me." He'd come out here to prove a point, but if they were struggling the way Whiskey made it seem, he might as well offer to be of some help.

Whiskey had to give another laugh. "Jack Morrison could be offended by a paper bag blowing int he wind," he mused as he tilted his head looking at the man with a hum. Another decent brain around here would be an interesting sound board for his thoughts. Junkrat let him talk but it was once in a great while he had a thought in return. Interesting. "You're not wrong, I hadn't thought of it that way, a bigger than average sort of brain to throw ideas off," he said as if seriously considering it. "Alright, sure. Though if Jack isn't keen on you staying, well you can always just stay down here, I've relegated Jack to getting info from his consoles and communicating that way; it's such a pain dealing with him in person." The fish creature gave a sigh.

The fish put his hand to the glass opposite Solomon's and a bit of a spark jumped between them, mentally at least. /psst, careful.../ a voice whispered into his thoughts. The hyper genius giving a giggle. "Well I'll give him that, he is doing his best, poor thing. Losing everything so important in one fell swoop, being roped back into it all and being taunted by the scum of the earth...must be stressful," he agreed almost concern there, almost. "We all make our beds though, and yes Talon has made quite a one for themselves, nothing will bring me pleasure like tearing them down. Devising a rather good little virus for their fancy base. I'm a few steps away from dropping it into their satellites..." He gave another cackle as he tossed the holographic screen detailing the virus's code in front of Solomon. "Oh it's going to be good, what do you think of that?"

Solomon put a hand on his cheek and let out an exasperated sound, "yes he was rather charming, wasn't he?" He did hope he could get off on a better foot with the man, he would hate to have enemies here, as he wasn't a confrontational person, "I will try and make amends, my people skills are lacking I'm afraid." He ran a hand through his hair ans sighed, "I have a bad habit of being too honest I suppose." He shrugged and chuckled, giving him a genuine smile at that, "I'm happy to lend my brain wherever it may be needed." And boy did it seem like they needed it, Whiskey was brilliantly impressive, but also only one...Person? He chuckled, "people in general tend to be hard to deal with, no?"

He let out a soft gasp at the voice that spoke in his head, pulling away and rubbing at his ears, "what on earth was that?" He laughed and looked more impressed than anything, but nodded his agreement, "Mm. They have made their beds, haven't they?" He crossed his arms and shook his head, sounded mournful for a moment, "I had a friend in LA, several in fact, all gone." He turned a devilish grin on Whiskey and chuckled, coming closer to inspect his virus, "Insidious. I like it. The harder you can hit them the better." He wasn't usually one for grudges, but he had one, and if Whiskey could hit them where it hurt, he was on board.

Whiskey tapped his chin thoughtfully. "In his youth I think he had a lot more charms, but...I suppose...everyone gets old, and loses that gleam in their eyes," he replied with a sigh. "I always wondered what kind of person I would have been if I'd grown up normally." He shook his head and laughed a bit. "Well that makes two of us, I've not made a great impression, I guess people don't like being told they're not very bright. I'm only trying to help them improve." He laughed. "They are difficult, I mean for me even with as much as I'm doing I have trouble talking, it's hard to focus on such small things, hard to focus on just one thing at a time honestly. I can't remember the last time I was as one tracked as our Commander there. He has a goal in mind, and all his energy is put towards that, I can't imagine it."

"That was my brain, in your brain in simple terms. I have mild telepathy, closer someone is, the easier it is. I use it mostly to read peoples feelings, cause I can't exactly see their body language," he mused as he lay back. "I try not to snoop, but some thoughts slip through, and I can talk to people that way, well talk is sort of a misnomer; I can give concepts and convey ideas. It's honestly complicated to explain with language." He waved the thought away again. "Well they did try to kill me, so I'd like to return the favor. Sombra thinks she's so clever with her little bug, well...I think this organically replicating seed shall give her a real treat. Total system melt down." He cackled.