Nice to McMeet You [Deadlock!McCree]

"Si? Perfecto," Jesse McCree said over the cell phone before hanging up, grinning as he takes the cigarette from his lips before tossing it on the dirt, pressing his boot onto it to burn it out. He'll lean sit on his metallic black motorcycle, fixing the sleeves of his leather jacket and fixing his hat just a bit before perking up at the faint yelling in the distance. He'll raise an eyebrow as he moves to straighten up, narrowing his eyes. Well, well. Look who it is. This guy has a bit of a price tag on his head and boy, will they enjoy to hear what he found.

Jesse moved to get onto his bike, turning it on as it roars to life before speeding off to go pick up this stranger, who honestly shouldn't be here. He'll be by Junkrat's side within moments, slowing down on his bike a bit as he takes out his Peacekeeper before pointing it at the other. "The hell you doing here? Ya lost, stranger? No es prudente estar aquí."

"Well shit...Finally...Fuckin' asshole..."

The roar of the motorcycle in the distance hadn't gone unheard to the man, who crossed his arms and stopped plodding along to wait with an impatient look, back turned to the source of the noise. He imagine that was Roadhog coming back to give him an apology for leaving poor Jamison all alone in the fucking desert, and he would consider it, because he was that kinda nice fellow, and then they'd ride the fuck out of this shitty desert and on to the next bit heist.

Of course plans never went quite the right way. He flinched when he heard a voice that was definitely not Roadhog's behind him, turning, "Oi who're...Oh...Uh..." Shit. This wasn't one of those Deadlock bastards was it? He looked the man over, lifting his hands when he drew his gun, "Oi mate, no need fer that! I'm jus' some bloke passin' through!" He gestured around him, "me bike broke down an' I got lost lookin' fer help!" He tried to give the man a friendly grin, "yew wouldn't 'appen t'know where a bloke could find some help, eh?" Was he buying this? God he hoped this fuck was stupid.

Jesse kept his hand on his gun, the barrel pointed right at Junkrat's head as he tilts his head just a bit. Then he started laughing. "You must be joking," he'll start, resting his finger on the trigger before remembering the posters he has seen back at his main hangout. Need to keep him alive. "Ain't no place 'round here for a long while, so you're pretty stuck, but since ya seem like a nice fellow. I can take you back to my place and you can call for some help." Of course he's completely lying about this, but he'll play stupid with the other just for shits and giggles.

"Got some food and water for you too, don't want no one dying on me." Jesse then examined the other's body for a moment, raising an eyebrow at the other's choice in clothing. Oh well. He did note that the other's leg seems like a wooden prosthetic, something that he'll keep in mind. "Since I'm so nice, why don't you hop on, hm?" With that, he'll lower his weapon just slightly. "Don't do any funny business or you'll regret it."

Junkrat felt his gut sink, it was clear that this guy didn't buy that he was just some innocent stranger, though he wasn't sure yet if he'd figured out just who he actually was, he knew there were wanted posters and newspaper articles out the ass that showed his face however, so he would take a firm bet that he knew exactly who he was, "hahaaa well shucks...Ain't that jus' th'pits?" He did not like that gun pointed at his head.

He coughed when he mentioned water, even if he was pretty sure he was lying, a drink sounded heavenly, he shook his head, lifting his hands as he began to back away, "uhm...Well yew know...I think I'm gonna be fine!" He tried to throw him a friendly grin, keeping his backwards pace but picking up speed, "Thanks fer th'hospitality an' all, mate, really!" He back-stepped once more, "I uh...BYE!" He swung around before taking off the opposite direction, he'd always been told he was faster on a peg leg than it seemed like he should be, but McCree had a motorcycle and a pistol, he just had to hope he was a shitty shot.

So much for being 'nice'. Jesse rolled his eyes as he turns his head to watch Junkrat take off in a run, actually impressed that he's fast on that peg leg. He sat there a bit, humming as he takes out another cigarette before lighting it up, taking in a deep drag before letting out the smoke. McCree then shifted a bit in the seat, aiming his pistol a bit with a smirk. He could easily shoot that peg leg but maybe he'll have a bit of fun first. Jesse put his gun in his holster before revving up his bike, turning to go chase the other down.

He'll be a bit slow on purpose, reaching to grab his gun before aiming it at that leg again. Junkrat isn't going to get far at all as Jesse rests his finger on the trigger, finding the perfect spot to shoot before smirking a bit, pulling the trigger in hopes of actually hitting his target. Of course he's sure that he'll get shoot it off but, never hurts to double check everything. He is one of the best shots around here after all.

"Fuck fuck fuck...."

He didn't know why he ran, why not just go with the fucking asshole?! Now he was going to be mowed down by a motorcycle, he'd always been the king of shitty ideas but this one definitely took the cake. He looked back with wide eyes as he watched the man hop back on the bike and rev it up, letting out a string of curses at him, "Ffffuck yew, yew ugly drongo! Yew son of a dingo's taint!" He'd given him a head start too, not only was this bastard going to catch him, he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

He'd been bracing himself for a shot to the head or the back, but looked surprised when he heard the splintering of wood, and found himself suddenly eating dirt, letting out a startled yelp as he rolled to a stop, "Sssshit..." He pulled himself into a sitting position, turning to glare at the man, "Now whad'ya hafta' go an' do that for?!" He hissed, clearly too irate now to fully understand his predicament, "d'yeh know how much of a bitch this is gonna be t'fix yew fuckin' cock!?" He threw his hands up and let out a grating yell of frustration, thoroughly fed up with today.

He shouldn't enjoy this so much but he is. Though he only grinned more once he hit his target as he slows his bike to a stop next to Junkrat, straightening up as the other starts throwing insults and frustrated yells. "Gotta keep you alive, amigo," he'll simply answer as he puts the kickstand up for the bike before getting off it, examining the man again with a thoughtful noise. There is a bit of guilt in the back of his mind, but he's quickly able to get rid of it as he takes out the cigarette before dropping it, stepping on it like his previous one. "Now, now, calling me ugly ain't going to get you anywhere," he'll start as he moves to go right ahead and pick Junkrat up bridal style.

"Now if you behave, maybe I can have a friend fix it for ya, but for now, you gotta do what I say," Jesse continued as he turns to put the other on the bike before getting on himself, kicking the kickstand up before taking off.

Junkrat couldn't believe how shitty this whole day had been, first their previous caper went awry, then Roadhog ditched him, and now this asshole had chased him down with his bike and shot the fut out of his leg, "FUCK TODAY!" He growled, kicking out at the dirty from his spot on the ground in the most childish way. He glared over at the man with scathing eyes, hissing through his teeth, "Yew shut th'fuck up! I'll call yew anythin' I likes, mate!" He gasped when he was lifted, struggling like a cat that DID NOT want to be picked up, "Ffffuck yew! FUCK YEW!" He flailed his arms around and growled.

At the man's offer he huffed and went still, deciding to behave for now at the prospect of having his leg fixed, "Yew better 'ave this thing fixed. Ain't polite t'leave a man with one leg!" He was pouting hard as he held on to the man when he took off. This was NOT a good day.

Jeez, what a child. McCree huffed and rolled his eyes at the insults and struggles, but he was glad Junkrat finally calmed down when he offered to get someone to fix the leg. "What brings you here?" Jesse asked, decided to make small talk as the two ride through the desert to get to their destination. "Don't think you know where you're at, huh? You're in dangerous territory, kid," he'll continue as he makes a few turns to make it to an abandoned small town-like area. Other gang members perked up at the side of the bike, watching with curious eyes before talking among themselves as McCree parks his bike next to the other's. "Got us a little surprise," he'll say to some, who grinned as they clearly know who Junkrat is.

"Too bad you didn't catch that other fellow, huh?" One man asked as he stepped close, glancing at Junkrat's broken peg leg with a smirk. "Never fail to impress, McCree."

"Didn't see 'im, just this one wandering about. Lucky day for us," Jesse responded as he gets off the bike before fixing his jacket again. "Now, he can't walk so let's help him get nice and settled in."

Junkrat cast a glance up at him with a raised brow when he attempted small talk, was he for real? What kind of evil gang member started up small talk? He laughed, calling above the roar of the bike, "me'n Roadie were puttin' distance between us an' th'last joint we blew th'lid offa'!" Might as well be honest, this man clearly knew who he was, why hide it? He gave the man a scathing look, "gee yew think?! Wot was me first hint, was it bein' gunned down an' crippled?!" He sighed and flopped his cheek against the man's back, looking ill tempered as they rode into the makeshift town.

He looked around with nervous eyes and sucked down when he noticed all the rather wicked glares, it was strikingly clear that they knew exactly who he was too, "shit..." He glanced over at the man, McCree was it? He frowned, "wot are yew gonna do t'me then? Turn me in? Give me a death sentence?" That was his inevitable fate if he ended up in police custody given the unfortunate nature of some of his crimes.

McCree only laughed as he crosses his arms over his chest at the questions, glancing at the others as they talk among themselves in Spanish. "Good idea," he mumbled before looking at Junkrat again. "Actually, we'll keep you here and simply demand more money than what's currently on your head. If it's successful, then you can go to whoever wants you and if it ain't successful, you're going skydiving." He said it so casual like he has done this millions of times before, and he has. "Now, you like to drink? We got the best 'round here." With that, he looked over at another gang member with a nod.

He'll then lean forward a bit, holding up his gloved hand to pat Junkrat like he was some pet. "Now be a good boy and come with me."

Junkrat's eyes widened and he looked between McCree and the other guys, swallowing, he didn't like the way they were laughing or the tone in their voice, even less so when McCree turned to him and spoke, "so it's death fer me either way, eh?" He looked down, seeming almost genuinely frightened by the prospect, "guess my time was gonna run out eventually..." His attention was turned when McCree mentioned drinking, giving a bitter laugh, "why not? I'm gonna fuckin' die anyway, might as well get my ass shit faced!" He wished he'd of left Roadhog some way to find him, some trail he could follow, but he was alone.

He growled when his head was patted, glaring up at him, "I ain't yer fuckin' dog, mate." He huffed and struggled from the seat, "yer gonna have t'help me..." He could just hop on one leg, but that would be slow and annoying for everyone involved.

"Pretty much, kid," Jesse said with a shrug, glancing as the other members left to do their own thing but one stayed behind. A little kid, wearing an eyepatch on his right eye and with prosthetic legs. Not as well made as the more advanced ones but it worked all the same. "Great, my treat," McCree said as he looks at the kid before giving him a rather gentle smile. "'Ey, Michael. This is.. Junkrat, I think his name is." Michael stayed quiet, smiling a bit as he walks over to the stranger a bit nervously. "Michael here can fix your prosthetic, real smart kid."

"Hola," the kid said as Jesse moved to help Junkrat up, wrapping his arm around his waist to keep him from falling over. Michael shifted a bit on his legs, always nervous of strangers brought here but Junkrat seems cool.