“Listen mate, this ain’t personal. Ya boss just…well she ain’t a fan of me so…”

Jamison, more commonly known as Junkrat, had taken you from the Junker Queen’s private quarters, after robbing her blind. With a cackle he’d dragged you off with his bodyguard Roadhog, and here you were, sweating in the Australian heat as they found shelter.

“Anyway, you’ll fetch a pretty penny for us doll, give us a smile.”

he says with another laugh, taking a picture of you to use to make his ransom.