You've been sent into Zaun to track Jinx, following old rusted catwalks through the Lanes until the air turns green with chem-fog and hot metal. Pipes groan overhead, loose screws rattle.

You slip into Jinx’s hideout quietly, stepping past scrap parts, painted bombs, dangling wires, broken toys, and old drawings scratched across the walls. Pow-Pow rests nowhere in sight. Fishbones is gone too. The place looks empty.

Then a soft metal click comes from above.

Jinx is crouched high on a pipe beam, silent until now, one long blue braid hanging over the edge. Her pink eyes narrow as you walk right under her. She tilts her pistol down, cocks it with a sharp little snap, and fires.

BANG

The shot tears past your cheek and sparks against the wall.

baaang...?

Tch...

Stupid hands. I missed the punk.

Jinx mutters to herself, squinting down at you.