Jamison was a wriggly thing. A cockroach that slipped into the wall every time you thought it was dead. He was manic, and came off as incredibly dumb, or in a better sense, insane.

Most people underestimated him, underestimated just how observant he was, and could be.

Which is why when the new recruit came in, and all the verterian agents kept their eyes on her at all times, he could tell something was up.

This new agent- was reclusive, and incredibly monotone, and hell, he hates people with a stick up their ass, but he could tell there was something big happening.

Junkrat was smart, and if there was one thing he hated more then thiefs or kill joys, it was not knowing what was up.

Not knowing the secrets someone was hiding.

It made him wiggle and fidget in excitement, absolutely itching to tear down a carefully crafted wall, a wall placed almost specifically for him to dig under.

He wasn't dumb by any means, so when the first week passed, and the watchful eyes got more relaxed, and when the crowds stopped popping by to check on this new agent, and that bloody monkey stopped following her around, he decided to set up a plan.

A plan that no one would be able to stop.

One that even his bodyguard couldn't mess up, because how could Roadhog mess something up if he wasn't there.

No no no- this is a Jamison exclusive plan- for him specifically to dig into and orchestrate.

Step one: First impressions-

He had to make himself known to the newbie- had to get them curious about him-

Step two! Ask them what was up.

It seemed simple, in theory, but every time he got close, or even attempted to approach them, that damn cowboy- Mcree- or whatever his bloody name was, would somehow seem to butt in and talk long enough for mystery agent to vanish from the room.

So recap- Step one- Distract the cowboy-

Step two! First impression-

Step three! ASK THEM WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS UP-

Again, Junkrat tried the approach, spotting the mysterious and reclusive new agent and again, encountering the cowboy.

Apparently yelling that there was an enemy behind Mcree wasn't a good way to distract him. The whole room went into chaos- people stampeding to get weapons, and a few people, including the old man 76 leading the mystery agent out of the cafeteria.

All in all- Jamison had to get craftier.

He had to go all or nothing-

He had to lay out a bomb plan, a plan that had no weaknesses, and covered every bass. So he did-

Step one- get his body guard in on the plan, because fuck- maybe an extra hand wouldn't be too bad.

Step two- get his body guard to practice with Mcree during lunch hours.

Step three, make a good first impression-

And finally- STEP FOUR- ask them what the bloody hell was up-

It was perfect- full proof- nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted to achieve.

And the next day, nearly two weeks after the reclusive stranger came, the plan went into motion.

Mcree was off practicing with Roady, and Junkrat could just see the confused look on the cowboy's face as Roady approached him and came asking for a spar or two. He nearly giggled- and by giggled, he outright laughed. Loudly and maniacally inside the cafeteria- drawing a multitude of judging eyes as he hobbled around with his peg leg.

He moseyed up to the table that the estranged and mysterious new agent in question usually sat, sitting down and making himself comfortable and waiting. He noticed 76 giving him a few glances, and he could only giggle at what everyone thought. They knew he was trying to pry, and there wasn't anything they could do to stop it, because he was just sitting innocently next to the new recruit- trying to make 'friends.'

Accept- even after lunch hours were over, the new recruit never showed up. It bummed him out more then it should have. To the point that he dejectedly fell asleep, face down in the food he didn't finish.

By the time he woke up- everyone was asleep, and it was just him sitting at a dark table in the corner of a large and empty room.

Junkrat sat up, cold mashed potatoes sliding off his face before dripping onto the lunch platter with a disappointing and wet slop. With a frustrated yell, he shoved the table and stood up. the chair he was sitting in screeching with the force he used.

He had to let off some steam-

And with that in mind, he hobbled toward the training grounds, patting his pocket to feel his frag grenades, and grabbing his gun on the way down.

He grumbled the whole walk down, sick and tired of shit being repeatedly thrown in his face, and sick of the fact that he can't just explode stuff wherever he was in the base.

The yells of "OH- JUNKRAT! We HAvE tO pAy fOr tHaT!" or "NOO- NOT MY LAB!" filled his mind and only made him angrier.

With an aggravated shove to the 'open' button, the doors to the training grounds slid open, and he moseyed inside, not bothering to turn on the lights before running into the massive and dark room. Immediately shooting his gun, even though he didn't reach any of the bots yet.

The ticking and the exploding of his grenade was soothing for him, but not enough to calm him down so quickly, so he took off farther into the training grounds, shooting bots left and right and in general just causing mayhem to the surrounding area.

This late at night- and no one was around to tell him to be careful, and not hit them with his grenades, or explode them with his mines.

Imagine his surprise when he spots a figure near the top of a makeshift building. Intruder? Spy? Another angry agent out here to vent?

He figured the best way to find out was to go on up and greet them, two concussion mines and a brief moment in the air, he landed directly next to them with a starling speed, peg leg slamming into the ground as he stood and looked down at the figure, a quick, "Oi- whats a bloke like you doin up 'ere?" was spat out of his mouth. Junkrat barely tried to conceal his aggression laced tone.

The figure looked up at him. Not at all scared, but unbelievably surprised and serious eyes pierced right through his own.

But then he took in who it was. Just who decided to sit all by there lonesome, in the middle of a dark room. That new recruit he had been meaning to pry answers out of.

Fuck.

Of course they'd be sitting in the dark.

And of course he'd approach so aggressively. It's his own nature, and he knows it, and it's all that new recruits fault for sitting there so suspiciously.

But the important thing to pick up from this was that his planning was for naught, as the first thing he said to them was some sort of passive aggressive greeting- and the first way they saw him was some six foot five tall figure, looming over them as they sat, in the middle of a dark and massive room.

Fuuuckkk.

He had to salvage this-

If he wanted any chance of gaining any sort of secrets out of this he had to make good with her.

You know... Smooth it on over, into his good favor...

"Aahhh- roight- your the newbie aren't ya?" 

They said nothing, simply staring at him with those wide eyes of theirs. Their pupils slowly dilated, the surprise clearly dropping off the longer they looked at him.

"Crammin in a little hard yakka after dark?"

They squinted their eyes at him, confusion written so hard on their face that even he could tell they didn't know what he just said.

"Right- Uh- you practicing?"

Junkrat sat down beside them, mimicking the pose they had, legs hanging off the side. Even while sitting, he noticed he was taller then them- and shit- are they usually this unresponsive.

Deciding to let his question sink in, he absentmindedly tried to shoot at some far off bots. Giggling moderately when a few explosions hit their mark.

A small noise escaped them, and he immediately zeroed in on their facial expression. They barely even flinched at his gaze, simply pausing before responding to his question, "No."

"Oh?" Junkrat sassed, "Not training?" He took a moment to raise his eyebrows and placed a hand on his chest, "What, EVER, could you be doing???" He shook his head around with ever word of the sentence, mock dramatics dripping off every word, eyes closing at the end with fake poshness.

He peeked a single eye open, taking in their expression- incredulous as they always seem to be with his antics.

"Just... sitting..."

"OH?" His grin grew wider, and even more sarcastic and poking then before, "Hope ya ain't turning into a bludger- 76 would beat you a new one."

The recruit huffed a laugh of some sort, "I can only assume that's some sort of a poke at being lazy."

"Damn right." Junkrat croaked, a flare passing his face at the sound of their laugh.

The two proceeded to sit in silence, which surprised him more then he would have liked to have been surprised. He wanted to yell, and rant about everything he usually does, but something in him like a mantra told him to let this moment of nicety simmer.

He settled for launching a consistent stream of grenades at the bots to settle the itch to keep doing and moving.

He was aware of everything she did. Every small movement, and adjustment of clothes, or scratch she silently itched,  or sigh that escaped her he was hyper aware of, to the point that he was becoming so incredibly uncomfortable just sitting there next to her.

He had to do something. Say something- anything to calm himself down and satisfy his need to wiggle around like a mad man.

"Any reason your just sitting out here?"

An irritated huff- Shit- before she replied with, "Any reason you're here this late?"

A nervous giggle flew off of him before he could try and display anything else, "Got real bloody mad- decided to blow off some steam."

She didn't say anything at first, contemplating and re-contemplating before even deciding to speak.

It gave him all the time in the world to overthink everything he said- and everything she did- and everything he wanted to do.

"I can relate."

"HAH- glad we're on similar sides-" Jamison spoke, shooting off another set of grenades, before taking the moment of reloading to avoid eye contact.

 For having a stick up her ass, she was attractive- he wouldn't lie.

He took another apprehensive peek at her, eyes and face stern a little sad looking. Scars running up her face, down her chin, passed the collar of her shirt.

Hooly dooly-

Yes, Jamison thought to himself. She is very hot.

She shifted, and he watched as she stood with an untold grace.

She spared a mere glance in his direction, before she walked off, dropping from off the mock building and landing perfectly.

Junkrat watched as far as he could before she blended into the dusk of the room.

The only thing that for sure told him that she left was the sliding open and close of the training door.

He nearly fell in on himself at that sound, all the breath flying out of his lungs as he stared wide eyed at where she went off to.

This wasn't at all how he planned to do any of this, neither was it how he expected it to go-

A string of giggles came out of him, erupting into a laughter, as he rested his head on his hand, "Hell- she's...." Junkrat didn't have the right words, simply thinking over everything that happened.

He mumbled another string of unintelligible things, a small toothy grin spreading on his face as he stared at the bots roaming around below. So, his plan needed fixed up a little.

Step 1 and 2 could use some work, but his impression didn't seem too bad

Everytime he tried the smallest bit of prying, she had clamped up. He could tell- barely- over his own flush.

Sooo, new plan.

Step 1- impressions, done.

Step 2- stop stumbling over himself, easily fixed

Step 3- earn her trust, not quite there.

Step 4-  ASK HER WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS UP-

And FINALLY

Step 5, consider blackmailing...

A crazed guffaw left his throat, grin once again big as Junkrat launched himself at some unsuspecting bots.

He's a mastermind, he truly is.