Post by Junkrat on Nov 9, 2016 0:43:09 GMT
"you can stay here until he comes to deal with you."
Jamison spat blood to the floor with a mutinous glare to the Talon agent than simply turned to leave with a scoff, he'd been caught off guard on what was supposed to be a stealth mission, but went awry when there was a mishap on his part that got him detected. They'd already had their way with him quite effectively, beating him bruised and bloody before subduing him in a holding cell, he'd been stripped of his weapons and any means of communication, leaving him defenseless currently.
He'd been involved with Overwatch from a very young age, having been found by Doctor Ziegler on a relief mission in the Outback, the group had raised and trained him, it was where he discovered his affinity for pyrotechnics and explosives, and how to use them productively on missions. He'd been sent on this mission solo, his first mission alone in a while, he'd wanted to prove himself, but his efforts to do so had been in vain.
He squirmed in the chair they'd shackled him to with an angry grunt, he hated waiting, not knowing who's hands his fate was in, not knowing what awaited him at the end of this, though he imagined it wouldn't end up well. His heart ached as he remembered Lucio, it felt like so long ago now, but really it had only been a year, if even that, Talon had killed him, and now Jamison was surely going to follow suit.
Jamison spat blood to the floor with a mutinous glare to the Talon agent than simply turned to leave with a scoff, he'd been caught off guard on what was supposed to be a stealth mission, but went awry when there was a mishap on his part that got him detected. They'd already had their way with him quite effectively, beating him bruised and bloody before subduing him in a holding cell, he'd been stripped of his weapons and any means of communication, leaving him defenseless currently.
He'd been involved with Overwatch from a very young age, having been found by Doctor Ziegler on a relief mission in the Outback, the group had raised and trained him, it was where he discovered his affinity for pyrotechnics and explosives, and how to use them productively on missions. He'd been sent on this mission solo, his first mission alone in a while, he'd wanted to prove himself, but his efforts to do so had been in vain.
He squirmed in the chair they'd shackled him to with an angry grunt, he hated waiting, not knowing who's hands his fate was in, not knowing what awaited him at the end of this, though he imagined it wouldn't end up well. His heart ached as he remembered Lucio, it felt like so long ago now, but really it had only been a year, if even that, Talon had killed him, and now Jamison was surely going to follow suit.
