Post by Junkrat on Jul 19, 2016 7:54:23 GMT
Ahhh the scene of a great caper.
Of course, returning to the scene of the crime was a practice often frowned upon by any savvy criminals, but he was here on business, a request from an anonymous source that he find a discreet way into the powerplant, scope the place out, maybe make off with some sensitive documents. Of course going solely on the word of a stranger was never wise, and this could easily be another set up, but he would never turn down an opportunity to blow the pants off of big businesses, and LumériCo was as big as they got.
Of course, strolling through the streets of one of his crime spree rest stops in his usually getup would be suicide, so for today, Junkrat was a hiker, or his best interpretation of one. The roomy backpack made for a handy carrier for his gear anyway, enough boom-power to level the block if he had to reckon. Of course, it was still hard to hide a man who stood at 6'6 even in this disguise, so he was banking on the hope that no one recognized him, he'd already pulled down his fair share of wanted posters here, they really weren't a fan.
Seeing the town in the daylight was vastly different from seeing it at night, with people milling around him as he strolled through the market, he was in no hurry after all, he'd assured his bodyguard that he would be fine, to which he was met with begrudging acceptance, so he really had no reason to rush. He could easily enjoy the culture of this little city before the real fun began later that night. He only hoped that this time, one of Overwatch's lap dogs wouldn't interrupt his fun with a shuriken to the calf. He was still bitter about that. He hadn't seen any familiar faces as he made his way through the street, but of course he wasn't entirely up to date on what those goons looked like anymore. It'd been years after all, he cast a suspicious glance around as he walked, clearly letting his own mind get the better of him.
Of course, returning to the scene of the crime was a practice often frowned upon by any savvy criminals, but he was here on business, a request from an anonymous source that he find a discreet way into the powerplant, scope the place out, maybe make off with some sensitive documents. Of course going solely on the word of a stranger was never wise, and this could easily be another set up, but he would never turn down an opportunity to blow the pants off of big businesses, and LumériCo was as big as they got.
Of course, strolling through the streets of one of his crime spree rest stops in his usually getup would be suicide, so for today, Junkrat was a hiker, or his best interpretation of one. The roomy backpack made for a handy carrier for his gear anyway, enough boom-power to level the block if he had to reckon. Of course, it was still hard to hide a man who stood at 6'6 even in this disguise, so he was banking on the hope that no one recognized him, he'd already pulled down his fair share of wanted posters here, they really weren't a fan.
Seeing the town in the daylight was vastly different from seeing it at night, with people milling around him as he strolled through the market, he was in no hurry after all, he'd assured his bodyguard that he would be fine, to which he was met with begrudging acceptance, so he really had no reason to rush. He could easily enjoy the culture of this little city before the real fun began later that night. He only hoped that this time, one of Overwatch's lap dogs wouldn't interrupt his fun with a shuriken to the calf. He was still bitter about that. He hadn't seen any familiar faces as he made his way through the street, but of course he wasn't entirely up to date on what those goons looked like anymore. It'd been years after all, he cast a suspicious glance around as he walked, clearly letting his own mind get the better of him.
