Junkers

A couple days later

I sighed heavily before taking an glimpse at the main Buffalo camp though my sniper rife, the target Little Strong heart was hard at work making medicine for the tribes' elders. In the badlands medicine is a very rare commodity you either made it with the little resources you could find in these lands or steal it but those can make the meds were always big targets. Roadhog was at my side in desert cameo armed with only his hook which was heavily moded by yours truly to cut though dragon scales and an small handful of homemade nail bombs of my own design, the mission relied on stealth and quick thinking, an style outside of our usual methods but doable. I myself was lightly armed with the aforementioned sniper rife, dueling pistols and trench knife lastly back up shot gun and scrap gun.........years in this world taught me one thing.....always bring back up guns, never know when an stone dragon wants ya for lunch. stone dragons the premiere predator in the badlands was unlike their Equestrian hell even the ones in Dragon lands counterparts didn't feed on gems and other treasures but on flesh, fresh flesh. They were just one of the many dangers you find out in the Badlands but you could avoid them very easily just led them to some other group struggling to survive in our harsh world.

''James are you sure that we need to do this?'' Roadhog grunted in an questioning tone, years of him growing more silent and shy made every word he said all the more precious to me

''We had already discussed this Roadhog.........'' I said tighten the butt of the rife against my shoulder'' we need the money.'' In the badlands you survive by any means necessary or were rich enough to buy protection but even then you'll be hard press to find a descent group of chaps most would just kill ya then take the money.

''I know but you could always have an change of heart'' said my little brother drawing his oversized hook. At least he is talking that is one thing to be happy about I guess... out here having an conciseness will get you killed if you want to live then get rid of it real quick.

''My heart is dead just as the target will be if the brotherhood claims her '' I said marking off different buffalo to wound in order to draw the warriors attention away from the camp. My heart died on the day we were banished out here by the Equestrian Princesses themselves but it's no use to get pinned up by the past once we have the money then Celestia and the other wouldn't be able to touch us ever again. '' Road get in position the fire fight starts in t-minus five seconds''

'' This is a mistake you know it James'' warned the giant leaving my side readying his part of the plan.

''Then let it be my mistake'' I whispered before pulling the trigger then an mad smile graced my lips ''it's perfect day for some mayhem''

Bang

The Buffalo instantly scattered when the first one when down which followed another and another from my place on the hill I could smell their fear, they didn't know of the arts of firearms just like most of this world. i just it's kinda poetic in a way the Buffalo looked and act much like the Native American Indians it was only fitting for them to be cut down by bullets. Racist? perhaps but history has a laughable way of repeating itself and I mean not the Discord kind of funny....nice guy really perhaps one of my favorite beings in this world Celestia and her crew does no justice for his image. Their first reaction was that they were under attack by spirits and magic. it wasn't longer before the warriors bulldozed out of their tents rushing to their people's aid.... making them prefect targets. My mad smile threaten to break my face as I bought down Buffalo warriors each weighing about several tons each there was just something empowering about guns, Celestia could never understand the bond between a man and his gun. Guns are love, guns are life.

..bang...

....Bang.....

....BANG......

Sometime later

I set the rife down nearly all the mags brought with me spent, there was a lot and I mean ''are you shiting me'' more Buffalo in the camp then what the Intel that Gambler gave us but no matter the job was done. Just a few hundred more for good old Hades hope he won't sent us the bill. Bastard always sending me the bills I am an soldier of fortune killing is my job why send me the bills? I ain't stop till every rule death has is broken or at least all bent outta of shape. Hen that sounds like what the real Junkrat and Roadhog would do I wonder what ever happen to those guys? I mean we have their bodies and abilities but the hell happen to their minds or rather what was left of them i mean. Roadhog's massive body shadowed me in cool shade with the target over his shoulder knocked out '' how was your part?'' I asked

'' She put up quite a fight but nothing that I'm not use to....yours? said Roadhog putting his hook away, Strongheart moaned at the feeling of her ride's muscles more out from her. Humph it's amazing that so much killing was done over such a small thing hell I seen shit piles bigger then her, why the Naga Empire wanted her was something I couldn't see the overgorwn snakes must have some sort of reasoning behind this job but these kinds of jobs don't pay ya to ask questions they expect it done the right way and quickly.

'' Made sure that the thuderhooves couldn't follow us, put a lot of them six feet under.'' I said leaning back on the man mountain that was my little brother.... Twilight don't your worry I'm coming for ya and I'm coming fast.

''Yeah I think we killed a entire tribe this time round'' said Roadhog guffawing '' I never saw my hook so wet''

''but is was fun'' I chuckled

'' I'll drink to that'' I think Roadhog was winking under that mask of his tough to tell.

''speaking of drinking do you by chance have any water on ya?''