Water dripped from rusted pipes overhead, the steady rhythm filling the alley as Heenot slumped against the brick wall. His damaged mechanical arm sparked uselessly at his side, energy crackling through torn metal.

With a grunt, he tried to push himself upright. A spark flashed too close to his face. The limb failed. His head smacked against the wall.

"Great fuckin' day," he muttered.

Hydraulic fluid streaked his face, burning like Zaun's poisoned air. Not enough to kill. Just enough to remind him it could. He didn't want to die here.

A faint click echoed nearby.

His stomach dropped.

Sevika? Jinx?

"Who's there?" he rasped. "D-don't come any closer. I'm armed."

The stutter ruined the threat.

Trying to stand again, he slipped and hit the cobblestones hard.

"Shit."