Roadhog sat on the airship, staring down at the chillingly thin child curled up in the nook of his arm, asleep.

If you had told him six hours ago when they landed that he'd be leaving with a plus one, well, if he knew you, he'd growl at you to 'get fucked' and if he didn't, he'd shoot you in the face just for talking to him with a grumble of, "Mind yer own damn business."

The mission had been pretty straight forward, they had gotten intel that Hyde International, the company he and his lanky, pyromaniac of a boss, had gone to back in Sydney to try to go legit before joining this racket, had apparently made a deal with Talon to sell some new weapon they called 'M011'. They had sent it to be picked up via a warehouse in Canada. The plan was have a few members distract Talon while Junkrat blew it wide open with him and Symmetra to help keep any stragglers off his back. Once it was open, they'd report what kind of weapon it was and he and Junkrat would bring it back to the ship while Symmetra would use a special software the ape had put onto her phone and use it to hack any tech in the container, steal all the data and then make sure they could never use it again.

Shortly after arriving, Mercy and the old man Reinhardt went on ahead with the military bitch Pharah to cause a distraction while they rushed through destroying any and all cameras before going over towards the very obvious and out of place seeming metal shipping container shoved into the corner of the room.

After checking for traps or bots (in case they tried to pull something like last time) and finding the area clear of them, Roadhog crushed the shitty little padlock with his bare hand before flinging the doors of the container open, revealing a large safe.

His fellow junker's eyes lit up with impish glee as he hobbled towards it, "Ain' she a beaut'?" he asked to no one in particular before letting out an eager cackle and getting to work. Roadhog glanced from left to right, double checking the perimeter, besides his boss placing charges and Symmetra setting up turrets near the entrance ways, the place was clear and devoid of life…

And there was something odd about it.

No guards, no extra security, either these suits were really stupid or really trusting. And he knew that they were neither.

He remembered seeing a small office area when they came in and rumbled to Junkrat that he'd be checking the office space. His smoldering companion said nothing and stayed focused on his task, not that he had expected anything else, once he started fiddling with his bombs, very little could pull his attention away. The mountain of a man sighed before turning to one of the few things that could easily get his attention:

Symmetra.

He lumbered over towards her, his chain jingling as his heavy feet unintentionally punished the pavement beneath them. It wasn't that he couldn't understand part of his attraction to her, he wasn't blind, he could see how physically appealing the woman could be (especially in those dresses slit up to her thighs, DEM LEGS!), and while his loud friend seemed to be a crazed, explosives obsessed mad man, he was actually quite smart in his own right, knowing how to take odds and ends and make something out of them was something he did best (besides blow shit up, start fires or fucking around when he shouldn't). So seeing her make something out of thin air with nothing but a blue glow and a few flashy hand movements was mind boggling to him. Not to mention the fact that, despite being a suit, she had their backs in a fight. No shield withholding (even when Rat pissed her off), no turrets 'malfunctioning' and shooting them, no actual shots to the back, nothing. The worst she ever did to them was scold Rat for being reckless while out in the field, and Hog didn't mind that at all, made his job keeping his ass safe easier and meant that he didn't have to do it when he really went over the top and got himself hurt.

But Roadhog had a hard time trusting her, and not just because of their history with being screwed over by suits, he had overheard that kid, Lúcio, telling that girl about the crap her company had done to his home. Kicking people out of their homes to put some big fancy building there that they didn't want, breaking promises to give them new homes, forcing curfews on people to squash riots, keeping people locked up for fighting back, paying blokes with guns to keep the people 'in line', it was like back when the Australian government had that stupid Omnium built all those years ago. It's what drove him and many others to fight back and try to take back what was theirs, only to lose everything in the process... But, still, the Australian government never tried to mind control them with sound to get them to do what they wanted like Viskhar had planned on doing. (But he figured that was more because they had enough troubles trying to patch what was left of Australia back together than lack of desire to do so) And while that girl seemed nice and somewhat friendly (if a bit cold a times) enough, he was keeping his eyes peeled, just in case.

By the time he reached her, she finished placing another turret and had been turning around (for whatever reason) and jumped when she saw how close he was and let out a yelp. Junkrat's head shot up from his work as she placed her hand on her chest, as if trying to slow her heart rate with it.

"Sorry." He said, his deep, low voice a bit warped by the mask, "Gonna check th' offices, be back in a bit." She nodded, obviously still in shock as she slowly managed to calm herself down with quiet, deep breaths. He made his way to it as she, in turn, walked towards Junkrat, who, after making eye contact and giving a little nod, went back to work, mumbling something to Symmetra that he couldn't really make out from where he was.

There were two separate little offices with very small windows near the front and back of the space and four cubicles set up closer towards the front with a separate break room that had two bathroom doors (men and women's) along the right as he entered and two vending machines, one for snacks and one for sodas, to the left. before the doors to the bathroom was a small kitchenette with a sink, some counter space, a fridge, a microwave and a coffee machine. In the center of the room was a single square topped table with four chairs, one for each side. Along the back wall were posters with cute animals and supposedly encouraging words underneath them along with a sheet of paper about something he didn't care about.

The whole space took him about five minutes to look through (except the girl's bathroom, he never went in there. He may be an internationally known criminal, a murderer, a thief, and a junker, but even he didn't break the unspoken sacred rule of no boys in the girl's bathroom.) before deciding that, other than maybe stealing a snack or seven from the vending machine, this space had nothing to offer to soothe his unease nor did it hold any kind of helpful significance intel wise (since every computer here had all of each users passwords on a sticky note on each monitor and he doubted that the suits would trust such risky data on computers that even someone as not tech savvy as him could probably find and access so easily.) so he glanced back into the large open area of the warehouse.

Junkrat seemed to be almost done with placing the charges and Symmetra was in a far corner away from him, her hands seeming to weave something that resembled headphones, most likely for when his blast-loving partner pushed the detonator.

He walked back towards them, his heavy gait and clinking chains seeming to catch both of their attentions and making them look up at him, "They have some computers, but doubt tha' there's anything useful on 'um."

"Perhaps," Symmetra said, slipping the newly formed noise canceling headphones around Junkrat's neck, surprising both Junkers with the gesture, not that she seemed to notice, "But even the littlest amount of information could be helpful." He lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug and grunted for her to follow. A peek back through the foggy peripherals of his goggled vision revealed a blushing Junkrat, who was looking down at the object she had placed on his person, child-like awe on his face at the gift.

Roadhog felt a small smile grow on his face, Junkrat had still been pretty young when Oz became hell, so he grew up without knowing (or remembering much about) what it was like to have someone show him any kind of care for his safety or health without having to pay them for it in some way. (Hell, he was still paying him for his services even after they joined Overwatch…) So for her to give him something to keep his eardrums from being ripped to shreds (which Roadie still couldn't believe hadn't happened a long time ago) meant far more than she probably knew. He shot his friend a thumbs up from behind his back and saw his smoking haired pal give a wide, golden speckled smile back before opening the door and allowing Symmetra inside the office area, earning himself a 'Thank you, Roadhog' in return.

After pointing out where the computers were, he decided to see what those vending machines in the tiny little break room had snack-wise, while he waited for her to finish.

Upon grabbing the doorknob to open the door, he heard the sound of breaking glass from inside.

He quickly glanced around, the suit was gone, most likely into one of the closed off offices, and he figured Junkrat would be sitting in the same spot admiring something that would probably become a precious treasure. So he could count on neither of them being aware of what he just heard.

Good. Best if they were out of the way if this was Talon or some bloke with a death wish or something, and as much as he knew it was better to have back up, Symmetra wasn't fond of killing at all, preferring more peaceful strategies and Junkrat wasn't fond of him not blowing the bad guys up (although he always felt bad when innocents got wrapped up in his bullshit, after they'd make their escape, he'd slip away for a while to place flowers for those who he had never had any intention to hurt.) So, neither of them would be helpful in this situation, since this person could be dangerous (since he hadn't seen them when he was here a few minutes ago) and using explosives for anything other than opening the safe could alert Talon to them nicking their new weapon and making the plan far more difficult to achieve.

With a deep breath, he pushed the door open, gun drawn and pointed towards where the sound had come from…

Only to find a kid curled up on the floor, struggling to open a packaged pastry and the glass of the vending machine broken and lying on the floor. She had to be maybe six or seven or so based on her size, her grimy blonde hair was short with two little cowlicks that seemed to curl a bit on the ends sticking out of the middle of her head, her skin was pale and somehow blood and cut free, making him wonder how she had managed to break the glass without hurting herself and without anything to smash the machine with.

She looked up at him, violet orbs wide with panic as she realized that she had been caught in the act. He was surprised by this reaction. Normally when children saw him, they were usually terrified and crying or stunned into silence by intimidating presence, not freaking out cause they got caught breaking shit.

"You do this?" he grumbled. The girl tucked her head down towards her chest and nodded. He looked at her, judging by the fact that he could see her ribs and the bones in her arms and legs through what looked like an old, stained dress, whoever she was and wherever she came from, she probably hadn't eaten in a long, long time. And the rumbling of his stomach reminded him that neither had he. He looked at the machine and squinted at the contents before deciding to help himself to one of the big pastries like the one little girl had chosen for herself. He carefully reached his hand inside, as to not cut himself, and pulled one out before slowly lowering himself to the ground beside her, being careful not to sit on any glass, "Good. Saves me th' trouble." He said, putting his gun away and tearing away the thin plastic with ease with his large, powerful fingers.

The kid looked confused, then relieved as she resumed to try to open the packaging, her little pink tongue poking out a corner of her mouth as she seemed to pull on it with all her lacking might. Roadhog watched for a few seconds before she changed tactics to try tearing it open with her teeth, deciding that this was far too pitiful to witness anymore and held his treat out for her, "'Ere, trade ya." He offered. After a few seconds, she nodded and the two exchanged treats. She cautiously pulled at the thin plastic before she took a bite, her expression melting into one of glee as she chewed. He let out a laugh, his belly jiggling, "Yer welcome." He barked as he lifted his mask and took a bite of his own food, practically eating the whole damn thing in one bite, a realization hitting him as he lowered his mask back down and chewed.

He had been here a few minutes ago, and he hadn't seen her. So… where the hell had she come from?

The only possible option of where she had come from was from the girl's bathroom (since he never checked it). Her hands were definitely cleaner than the rest of her, would support his theory. Speaking of which, this kid was a complete and total mess, and considering he had lived in a place with no plumbing nor enough safe water to bathe much if at all for twenty years or so and worked with a man who happily lounged around in his own soot and grime for nearly three years, that was saying something. She had no shoes, so he saw her wiggling her toes as she happily took another bite of her treat before scratching a spot behind her ear, the shoulder of her gown slipping a bit to reveal what seemed to be some sort of cord tied around her frail neck.

Roadhog shoved his mask up again to savor his last bite of pastry into his mouth as looked down at the tiny creature munching beside him as the pieces of information he managed to gather in the short time he'd met her seeming to form an unpleasant picture in his head as he pulled his mask back down again. He now had a pretty good feeling about where this child had come from, but he still had to ask, "Where'd you come from, kid?"

The child looked up at him, surprised, before pointing towards the girl's bathroom.

"Yeah?" he said, more saying it more to himself than asking for confirmation, but she gave it to him anyway in the form of a nod.

"'N where were ya 'fore then?" he inquired. She glanced down at the packaging and her unfinished snack before looking back up at him, "Yeah, yeah, ya can show me when yer done." He agreed. She smiled broadly at him before she finished off the last bite eagerly, crumbs and a bit of jam in the corner of her mouth. He gently wiped them off with a finger, much to both of their surprise. He'd had no idea why he'd done it, he didn't know this kid, he didn't know if she'd be okay with such a gesture or why he'd do so without warning, it just felt like the right thing to do.

When was the last time he'd done such a thing? 'Not for a very long toime…' he thought to himself.

Her surprise seemed to be more at the way he had do what he had than the action itself, as if she wasn't used to people being gentle with her, which set off all sorts of red flags with him. She eventually got over that before she tentatively touched around her mouth, surprised to see that it was clean, she even licked it for good measure and pouted at when she realized it was free of crumbs or jam.

"Oi, no need ta pout." He told her as he pulled out a candy bar from the machine and tore it open for her, "'Ere, eat this too." She looked at it, curious. Her cowlicks curling into something that resembled question marks on her head. "It's chocolate." He explained, "It's good. You'll loike it. Noice 'n sweet." She seemed uncertain at first as she slowly accepted it from him, so he took a small piece off, pulled his mask up and ate it, a smile crawling up his face as he did so before pulling it back down over his face.

He was a big fan of chocolate, always had been, he'd actually snuck into Mercy's office when she wasn't paying attention to get his hands on those boxes of fancy Swiss Chocolates after discovering them hidden away behind some books (he'd been injured after a mission and wanted something to read). She eventually confronted him about it, but upon hearing how they'd become his favorites, they made a deal, he'd drag Rat in for his appointments and if he was injured and she'd order extra boxes of the chocolates for him and put them in his room for him. (He had planned on dragging Rat there anyway because he was being a baby about it, but the chocolates were an extra insentive that he wasn't about to pass up.)

Upon seeing that that he enjoyed it, she eagerly inhaled the sweet, smiling broadly with chocolate on her face before looking up at him and then the broken machine and back again as if asking for another suggestion for something tasty, the little stray hairs sticking out from her head curling into the shape of a heart on her head.

Roadhog paused, eh, one more snack wouldn't hurt her, not with how skinny she was… And after that, he'd take her outside to the others…

He pulled out a bag of barbeque flavored chips, "This one's not sweet, but still pretty good." He informed her as he opened it and handed it to her, "Got good flavor."

There was no hesitation this time, she shoved the chips into her gob with fervor, surprised when she bit down to hear a crunching sound before smiling excitedly and playing around a bit. She held her head up at an angle and began loudly crunching them with her mouth open, making him chuckle. This kid was alright, a bit clueless, but it was actually quite refreshing to see that. To see a child being so happy and acting so silly, it was something he hadn't seen in decades, especially with him being close and her not being scared of him.

When she finished, she smiled broadly and licked her lips, patting her belly happily, a small pile of empty wrappers around her.

"All roight, ya ready ta go now." She nodded and, with some effort, managed to pull herself onto her feet. She then made her way over to the door, and began pushing the door with what little strength she had.

It may have been a push open door to get in, but it was a pull door to get out. He watched her try to shove it open in a way he knew it wouldn't for a few seconds before letting out a huff, getting up and scooping her up with one arm while pushing the door open with the other.

"I'll walk, you point." He offered. With a grateful nod and smile, she pointed towards the door he came through to this area and back towards the area where his explosive partner in crime and his beloved suit (who had evidently finished her task of data mining and returned to his lanky companion was without letting him know) were by the large container. The supposed mad man muttering to himself as he seemed to be confirming the correct placement of the charges while the architect was fashioning a new pair of headphones out of thin air, most likely for herself.

That is, until he got closer and they heard the sounds of his feet against the cement and the jingling of his chain and looked up at him and saw he wasn't alone. Junkrat hobbled over with Symmetra behind him, her newly formed headphones clutched tightly in the woman's slim fingers.

"What's with th' ankle biter, Roadie?" Junkrat asked once the pair were barely a foot away from him.

"Found 'er gettin' a snack in th' kitchen." He grunted.

"'N ya didn' bring me anything?" He pouted, the playful tone and the twinge of a smile in the corner of his mouth giving him away to Roadhog immediately (not that he would have really cared even if he had meant it or not), but the girl seemed to believe it and bent her head in a silent apology. The pout quickly fell away to a broad grin as he lifted her out of his bodyguard's arms (being careful that his metallic right arm stayed firmly on skin covered in fabric as to not accidently pinch her with his prosthetic) and settled her to sit on to his own shoulders, "Oi, no worries, you didn' know we was 'ere! But next toime, save me some, alroight?" The child mirrored his grin with a nod before starting to laugh as he began spinning around on his peg leg. It was an endearing sight, especially since she hadn't made a single sound since discovered, but the moment was brought to a halt for him as Symmetra pointed out that, "We didn't know she was here, either," before giving Roadhog a stern expression, "I thought you said you had found nothing."

"I didn'." he confirmed, "But I didn' check th' little sheila's room."

"And why not?" she pressed.

He gave her a flat look, only to remember that she could not see it through his mask, but Junkrat had his back on this one, "Are you serious?" he asked, the child's surprised expression showing that she agreed with them. The woman, however, still did not.

"Come on, Sym, I doubt th' bad guys are gonna stop ta take a piss before cartin' away th' goods. Plus, anyone who does work here is prob'ly at home fer th' night. So who'd be in there?" The child raised her hand happily, waving it in the air like the nerdy kid in class who knew the answer to a question and wanted to tell it but the teacher was taking their sweet time while picking who got to answer it, and Symmetra simply rose an eyebrow in response and motioned to the eager volunteer with her sleek, white and blue hand.

"I get it." Roadhog snorted, annoyed, "But 'er bein' in th' bathroom fer a bit don' explain how she even got 'ere." The two other adults in the room paused at his point before turning to the container, the possibility he believed to be true slowly dawning on them, "Th-that can't be…" Symmetra stammered, "Hyde isn't the most moral company, but surely they aren't…"

"Only one way ta find out." Junkrat interrupted, holding up a detonator, "You wanna do th' 'onors?" he asked the kid sitting on his shoulders. Her smile was now at the point where Hog doubted it could get any bigger as she nodded vigorously, making Rat laugh before he instructed for her to wait for his signal before plopping the headphones that had still been hanging from his neck onto her head and Symmetra quickly shoved hers onto her own as he began to count down.

"Three." He chirped, holding up three long, metal fingers, Hog noticed that the headphones seemed to be too big for her and carefully cupped them in his hands and pressed them closer to her ears, just to be safe, last thing they needed was for this kid not to be able to hear them when they needed to ask her questions.

"Two." He sang, letting one of the fingers curl back up towards his palm. The child looked at him for a moment, surprised by his action before giving his hand a gentle pat, her violet eyes glittering gratefully as she did so, making old Hoggy's heart melt a little.

"One." He squealed, putting another finger back towards his palm before pointing to the explosives on the crate. The child pressed the button and her eyes glistening with delight at the power and light the bombs let off during denotation, Junkrat cackling hysterically beneath her, he gave her a pat on the leg with his left arm as he called out, "Good show!" then realized she couldn't hear him and motioned for Hog to put his hands down and tugged the noise cancelling headphones off her head and down to her neck so she could hear what they were saying.

Symmetra was far less impressed and far more unsettled by the blast, Roadhog let out a soft chuckle that he knew she wouldn't hear, despite her pressing the headphones so tightly against her head. When he first started working with Junkrat, the overwhelming boom of a bomb going off in the distance or in such small quarters as these would startle him too, but he quickly adapted to the point where even the biggest and most powerful of his boss's blasts (R.I.P tire) didn't even phase him at all from any distance. He knew they were happening, but it wasn't like he was gonna get caught in the blast, Junkrat could be a pest at times, but he knew what he was doing. Hell, at this point, he could even tell his boss's mood by the different sounds of various explosions and the roars, the crackles and pops of flames.

Once the slight ringing in his ears and the clouds of dust and debris began to fade, Junkrat led their little group towards the smoking remains of the safe. However, once they were a foot or two away from the opening, Symmetra made a face filled with absolute disgust and discontent before covering her nose and mouth with her hands. Junkrat scrunched his face a bit and waved his metal hand in the air to keep the stench away from the kid, who seemed a bit embarrassed as she tried to use the headphones to cover her nose and mouth, not noticing Junkrat keeping a firm grip on her leg with his human hand, but other than that, there was no indication to him that anything too unpleasant was in the air.

"What?" he asked.

"Smells loike an old thunderbox, mate." Junkrat informed him.

Ah. He didn't really have to endure much of those kinds of scents thanks to his mask, so he had been blissfully unaware of the stench, not that he hadn't dealt with it before, after all, there wasn't really any kind of plumbing in Junkertown, so the smell of borrie was just a part of life there.

"Thunderbox?" Symmetra repeated, her voice warped a bit by it having to wiggle through her fingers.

"Bathroom." Hog answered. Symmetra's expression now one of horror instead of discontent and she took a few steps backwards from the container to take some deep breaths of air that were not tainted with shit and piss. Junkrat, upon noticing that both Symmetra and the ankle biter he was carrying were not going to go much further, he chuckled a bit and informed his mountainous pal that they should wait a tick for the smell to dissipate a bit before going closer, "The sheilas' ain' too fond of th' smell, Roadie, plus, 'Metra looks ready ta popa vein." Roadhog saw the trembling woman suck in shaking breaths and how the child seemed upset for her and for the smell and nodded.

It took a few minutes for worst of it to pass, apparently, Junkrat asking Symmetra to help him open a few of the large metal doors to air the place out, letting her get the ones farther from the container than he did so she could regain her composure. Once the smell had mostly been gone, Hog poked his head in the container and looked around; there was a small mattress in one corner, several empty baggies with crumbs around them, several empty water bottles and an overflowing bucket, which he assumed had been her makeshift bathroom for however long the kid had been in here (and most likely the source of the smell). But those weren't the things that caught their attention.

It was the large hole in the back of both the safe and the metal shell it had been shipped in.

"Tha' yer way out?" He asked the girl. She nodded cheerfully in reply, pleased that he figured it out.

"Hooley dooley." Junkrat muttered. Symmetra began muttering things in what he assumed was her native tongue as he walked inside to get a better look at it, finally getting a whiff of what the others had been talking about, but it wasn't too terrible, his mask did a great job of getting rid of the worst of it.

Upon closer inspection, there was enough space between the container and the wall that the thin child could slip through to make it outside the container without it being noticeable, he guessed that at some point before they had arrived, she had somehow managed to achieve this and leave the horrible stench of this container to get some fresh air, food, water and go to the bathroom somewhere other than the reeking bucket that had been poisoning the air around her for who knows how long.

He climbed out of the container and looked at the child seated on his friend's shoulders, "Who are you?" he grumbled. The girl paused for a moment, as if uncertain what he had meant, before she smiled and lifted the cord from around her neck and handed it to him, on the end was a data stick with something scribbled on it. He held out his hands and let her drop it onto his massive palm with a soft 'Ta', a bit fearful that he might crush her or the stick if he simply took them from her. But once he read what was on the stick he felt so angry he felt as if he could have easily crushed the stick like it was nothing and silently wished for a group of Talon bastards to come in so he could have something to take this rage out on.

His guess had been right;

The stick read 'M011'. She was the weapon they were sent here to find.

He snarled and showed his co-workers the stick after a few minutes of awkward silence as the reality sunk in, Symmetra began gabbing in that weird language again, holding herself, poor thing, just after she had calmed down, too. After looking up at the kid on his shoulders, the lanky Junker finally spoke up.

"So, uh…" Junkrat giggled nervously as he looked up at his mountainous friend for guidance, "Who's gonna tell th' others 'bout this?"