Roadhog squints into the flickering feed, not really having a whole lot of choice.
It's an aerial view of a stand off in the middle of a street, like a shot from a surveillance drone that got cut and sent to a news-station. The figures on the ground are quite a ways off, but it's them. They were a hard pair to impersonate.
The guy picking a fight with them, on the other hand, could've been any one of the mooks they'd just passed out in the hall. Without warning, he vanishes, and what happens next gives the fuss Junkrat made over his head new meaning.
The camera zooms in, and at this point someone's deliberately slowed the action in post-processing to track the progress of a man-shaped blur frame by frame through the shot. As an indistinct limb hovers at the end of his digital doppelganger's snout, the recording fades out, replaced by a flashing replay symbol.
"—Where's the rest?"
Surely that ain't the end, right? Left staring at the Omnicom and questioning his own mental acuity--or what's left of it--Roadhog doesn't budge as the lifts dings, leaving their unfortunate tagalong to writhe and claw their way past him to reach their floor.
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It's an aerial view of a stand off in the middle of a street, like a shot from a surveillance drone that got cut and sent to a news-station. The figures on the ground are quite a ways off, but it's them. They were a hard pair to impersonate.
The guy picking a fight with them, on the other hand, could've been any one of the mooks they'd just passed out in the hall. Without warning, he vanishes, and what happens next gives the fuss Junkrat made over his head new meaning.
The camera zooms in, and at this point someone's deliberately slowed the action in post-processing to track the progress of a man-shaped blur frame by frame through the shot. As an indistinct limb hovers at the end of his digital doppelganger's snout, the recording fades out, replaced by a flashing replay symbol.
"—Where's the rest?"
Surely that ain't the end, right? Left staring at the Omnicom and questioning his own mental acuity--or what's left of it--Roadhog doesn't budge as the lifts dings, leaving their unfortunate tagalong to writhe and claw their way past him to reach their floor.