Old dog, new tricks [Open]

The Black Hack had gone through rather well, distractions taken off the heat and he'd achieved the information his buyer was looking for. Not much of a sum but being asked to crack into some of the highest security systems presented a challenge. He heard foot steps, damn, he was caught. Well well. /Active Camouflage activated/ he slipped past a pair of cameras, holding his breath as the men hustled past him. Perfect timing, his battery for these peripherals had run quite dry. Soon he was out the window hooked onto a rope and sliding down, hard on the harness breaks as he hit the ground. Lucky for him he didn't have human bones to snap or that would have shattered his shins. He disposed of the dark covert clothing in a local garbage can, his skin moved aside and he hooked the data stick into his arm.

No one would find it there. He smirked as he strolled down the street, looking like just any other kid on the street in Numbani. An alarm was sounding at the building, it was quickly turned off, apparently they wanted to cover up the incident, no one just hacks into their database and steals millions of dollars worth of proprietary information and software. Whiskey gave a chuckle, as he eased on down the street. Might as well stop off at the local cafe, pretend he was just a confused boy. No one would believe a teenager had done it.

He walked into the cafe casually whistling a tune to himself. He stuck out for being very white in the desert environment, though otherwise his clothing wasn't unusual for the area. He liked to have his droids kitted in local wares, made them less conspicuous. Though he tried to keep their arms and legs covered. It wasn't a perfect illusion of humanity, some parts were still obviously machine. While Numbani didn't mind Omnics, one that looked like a near perfect mimic of life couldn't be comfortable. He ordered a coffee, black, and noted a dog with some interesting kit. Was it here all alone?

Whiskey couldn't contain his curiosity. He took his coffee and wandered over to where the dog sat. "Never seen a dog just sitting at a table," he mused, unaware the creature could talk as he sipped. "Suppose something new everyday, that what my father used to tell me." He sat down across from the dog. The only weakness the boy suffered was crippling curiosity. He just had to know.

"I am approaching the target's last known location." Reinhardt said over the built in communications system in his helmet. "I'll report in once they are apprehended."
"Or, you know, if you need backup." He dispatcher piped in, causing the old man to chuckle.
"Backup? I won't need backup on this operation! Reinhardt out." He closed the channel and made his way through the streets, sticking out in his armor but he didn't care. The people knew him, recognizing the impressive man as he cleared the crowd of people. As with any city, there were those who opposed Overwatch and threw garbage and insults at him, but at this point he was so used to it that he just kept walking, hammer slung over his shoulder and head forward. After a while his helmet pinged, detecting both a potential suspect and a former member of Overwatch in the same area. Turning to look over at the cafe, he recognized the dog and also saw the red outline on the boy making his way towards him. Unsure, but not one to doubt the evidence presented to him, Reinhardt began to make his way towards the boy. He didn't say anything to alert his presence but he wasn't hard to miss.

The kid sipped his coffee looking for all the world rather normal, a bit touristy considering his complexion but there were a lot of those. This was Numbani after all, everyone loved the shiny newness of the city. He heard large stomping feet even outside, like an armoured cavalry was approaching. Well...he wasn't off but the cavalry was just one man. A man anyone would recognize honestly. Reginold went so far as to smile at him, wow, a legend was just wandering around in full armour here in Numbani? That must draw a lot of looks. He raised a brow, wonder what the old knight was doing here anyway?

Maybe he was as fascinated by this dog as the boy was. "Wow, can't believe this, Reinhardt...in the flesh," he said maybe a little starstruck, sure Whiskey didn't much care for childish things anymore...but former Overwatch heroes were special. "I have a poster of you hanging in my room, along with Jack Morrison, though honestly I always thought you were cooler. you're..uh taller than I expected though." much taller. "I guess the comics were right, you really are 7 foot tall. Isn't that armour hot? It's almost 100 degrees outside." For all the world, an average well spoken teen. Incredibly good at being nothing more than a curious fan.

"Always sort of dreamed of meeting you all, though school always said not to believe in heroes; that the Overwatch was just a badly managed government agency, nothing more. They certainly hated kids dreaming didn't they? Oh well; suppose I wasn't much good at listening to bad advice," he said with a sigh. "You think you'll all ever be allowed to get back together? Would have loved to see you all in action. Though, I don't have any issues with Omnics. People are after all people." And people as a whole were very stupid. So, damn stupid. He supposed his heroes wouldn't live up to his now inflated expectations. They were supposed to be immortal, but some of them were already dead, so that really ruined that.

The dog looked up when a barista brought him a sweet looking beverage, clearly a frappucino of some kind, he was s seasoned veteran but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy something a little less bitter sometimes, his tail wagged as he nodded the barista off, "Thank you, this'll really hit the spot, bit warm out!" He dipped his nose into the cup to slurp up the icy beverage, his eyes glancing up when a kid sat down across from him, when he pulled his nose from the cup he lapped a dollop of whipped cream, his tail wagging in greeting, "'ello then, lad. Never seen a kid order a stiff black coffee either, gonna be bouncin' off the walls later!" He chortled out a laugh before dipping his nose back into the frapp, eagerly slurping it up.

His attention was caught by distant sounds, glancing up to catch sight of a very familiar form making his way over, it was a face he hadn't seen in a dog's age, an old friend from far too long ago. He looked to be on the trail of something, so he didn't call out to the man right away, choosing instead to idly lap up his coffee as he watched the boy across from him, was Reinhardt after this kid? He didn't seem terribly dangerous, and as the former agent approached, he even seemed wonderstruck, "Reinhardt, in the flesh, how long's it been you old dog!" He was one to talk on that regard, snorting at this as his tail wagged of its own accord in greeting, "What brings you here? In full armor no less, on a mission?" He glanced his eyes at the kid, curious what the huge man wanted with him, if he wanted anything, "Ha! Ol' Reinhardt was a fearsome sight in his hay days, lemme tell ya!" He winked up at the man, "Still is, just a bit more stuff, eh?" His tone was good humored, and he obviously didn't fully understand the situation, it was always good to see an old friend anyway.

Reinhardt just stared at the boy as he rambled on about how much of a hero Reinhardt was to them. Despite the celebrity treatment, this kid was still marked as a criminal and Reinhardt knew never to doubt the abilities of someone, no matter what they looked like. "Thank you for the compliments boy, but..." Before Reinhardt could arrest the suspected hacker, a voice caught his attention. "Romulus? It has truly been too long old friend." Reinhardt said, giving the dog a scratch on the head with his armored gloves. "You were always a great ally too my friend! The looks on the faces of our enemies when they saw an armored dog charging at them!" He chuckled and then turned his attention back to the boy. "Now, as for why I'm here, I don't suppose you'd know anything about a recent massive hack? A local corporation was locally hacked out of several million dollars and reports say the suspect is still at large. I'm not accusing you of anything lad, but there was a bit of security footage that saw someone about your size, do you know anything about that?"

The surprise on his face when the dog spoke was genuine. Fascinating, Romulus was his name? He was in Overwatch, but he couldn't recall it ever saying he was a dog!? Incredible. "You're...Romulus?" he asked, wishing he could edit statements before they came out of his mouth sometimes. "I...didn't realize he was a dog, that's...well haha I guess you learn something new every day." He sipped his coffee. "Oh yes my father always has his coffee black, I suppose it's rubbed off on me. I'll be fine school keeps me busy have to keep the caffeine levels up." He gave a pleasant little chuckle.

Oh so they did suspect him, how cute, sorry to disappoint his childhood hero as he gave a confused expression. Him? A world class hacker? Non-sense! "Really? Me? I've never passed a math test on the first try, I hardly think I'd make much of a hacker. My fathers a brilliant scientist though, always wanted me to follow in his foot steps...but sadly physics and engineering were always my weakest point." He sighed. "But I'm an open book, you can ask me anything. I'm happy to help you catch whoever it is! In fact...it'd be an honor, I did always dream of being in Overwatch." He gave a wistful noise.

The dog's tail wagged on cue when he was scratched behind his ears, "Ha! No more surprised than they were seeing you charge them, not that's somethin' I'd never want to be on the receiving end of!" Like having a literal mountain coming right at you at high speeds, terrifying indeed. His attention turned back to the boy as he listened to Reinhardt speak, ears perked with interest. Suspected hacker, eh? The boy didn't strike him as hacker material, but then again it was hard to tell sometimes.

He looked at the boy with his best attempt at a canine smile on his face, "I get that a lot, most people expect a man ha!" It worked out, people underestimated a dog which gave him an element of surprise. He looked between the two as the boy explained himself, he sounded sincere, the dog certainly didn't sense any ill will coming from him, "Ha! I'm the same way, can't solve a math problem to save my life!" He glanced towards Reinhardt and nodded, "He seems to be telling the truth, why don't we get him to help? Ought to satisfy them to know he helped, aye?" After all, why would he help if he was the culprit?

Something about the boy's story still felt odd to Reinhardt. "Then you won't mind me doing this." He reached up to his helmet and pressed on the side, triggering his visor's scanner feature over the boy. While his sensors had picked him up as a potential suspect, this scan was much more in depth. It revealed that the boy was Omnic, and it also detected something was in his arm. "Excuse me lad, but could you roll up your sleeve and show me what you have in your arm please? My quick scan just detected something there. It's just a precaution to make sure you aren't our hacker." He said, still trying to be polite with the boy. He then glanced at Romulus, "Gotta make sure he's not helping us catch himself first before we let him help our investigation. Just being safe."

"Always been a weakness;" he laughed. "That's pretty clever, can't imagine people really expect a dog taking them on. I'm happy to meet you all the same." He crossed his arms a bit, and smiled. "Yes please, it'd be a pleasure." Always wanted to help the cops not catch him. Or maybe they'd catch him anyway...didn't really matter, if need be he'd just deactivate this unit and set it to self-destruct. Adequately away from people of course.

Oh clever tech, not many could detect he wasn't human; he supposed the Omnic Crisis would make it sensible to have such. "Did...did you scan me?" He asked as if betrayed. "...W-why would you do that?" He furrowed his brows and stood up. "Please, don't tell anyone, I beg you." Tell anyone what? He looked obviously distraught. "I'll show you but not here. please not so publicly it could ruin my family." Whiskey started away from the populated area. Still playing the innocent caught up in something he didn't understand. He'd go as long as he could.

Romulus wasn't about to object to Reinhardt's concerns, it was understandable for the man to be suspicious after all, he was suspect. Romulus hadn't been outfitted with some of the tech that Reinhardt's suit provided, he could do basic bio scans to assess the status of his teammate's health, but that was as far as his resources went, normally such a deep scan was unlawful without permission, but probably cause allowed for a lot of leeway, "That's fair, it's alright lad, this is only a precaution." He glanced at the towering man, "He's big and scary but he wont hurt ya'!" Unless he had to, he kept that part to himself though, no need to scare the kid.

The boy's response to being scanned in such a way was understandable, a lot of people still got twitchy about these kinds of precautions, but after the crisis. He hopped down from his seat and came over to the side of the kid, "we won't tell anyone, right Rein?" He cast the man a look, if this kid did try anything funny, the two of them would be more than enough to handle the situation, "we'll follow you and let you show us, but no funny business, alright?" He was cautions himself now, this wasn't his assignment, but he figured Reinhardt wouldn't mind the extra set of hands, or paws, to deal with it in case anything did go awry.

"I apologize but it is precautionary with the amount stolen." Reinhardt said, keeping his eyes on the boy. "You can lead us away, but if you even think of trying to run, it won't end well for you. Also..." He reached out a grabbed onto his arm. "I'm gonna hold on, just to be safe. I trust and hope you won't run, but if you do, it won't be pretty or pleasant for you. Got that?" His hammer raised to remind the boy it was still there. "Now, walk."