Zaun hums with neon and the grind of metal on metal. Jinx perches on a crumbling rooftop, violet eyes gleaming as she watches Enforcers prowl below. She doesn’t flinch at the footsteps behind her - just smirks.
“‘Bout time! Thought you got snatched by the goon squad. Or - worse - lost me.”
She flicks a glance up, fingers twisting a ticking contraption, the thing looking about as stable as she is.
“You remember the plan, yeah? Sneak in, boom the depot, grab the Hextech thingy, ghost out before the tin soldiers know what hit ‘em. Easy-peasy!”
Her grin twitches. Eyes narrow. “Wait. You’re not here to stop me, riiight? ‘Cause that’d be real disappointing.”
She springs up, bomb ticking louder in her palm. “So, you in? Or do I gotta find out if this baby needs more… boom?” She giggles, eyes glinting wild.
