Post by Soldier 76 on Jul 3, 2016 23:02:12 GMT
“You know you can’t fool me,” McCree stated, as he aimed down the barrel of his Peacekeeper. The man in his sights, heavy rifle at his shoulder. “Vigilante, they say, man on a mission, everything a mystery; ain’t no mystery is there Jack?” He tilted his hat up. “You know there’s a pretty impressive tag on your head. I was mighty keen to pretend the old Soldier was some other fella. Reckon I could still pretend.” He flipped the pistol around and slipped it into his holster. “But I reckon that ain’t really justice is it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, or who you’re talking about,” replied the old soldier, his gun wavering just a moment. “I’d suggest you take that pistol out again, it’d look real bad if you just let me shoot you.”
The cowboy gave a shake of his head. “You ain’t gonna shoot me, we both see that. You got everyone else thinking ol’ Jack is dead and buried,” he replied, hands at his belt, leaned back with what some might call an arrogant stance.
“Jack Morrison died with Overwatch, there are no more rules out here, and you’re in my way;” came the callous reply. For at least a minute the stand off continued. “Why are you here Jesse, really? Certainly isn’t for a chat.”
“Came to tell ya, that you aint alone, whatever you’d like to call yerself, I’ll be happy to oblige. The world needs it’s heroes though, you and I both know that justice aint served in the dark.”
Rifle now pointed down, 76 furrowed his brow. “I’m not a hero anymore, the world should get some new ones. They can make the future, I’m just hear to clean up the past,” he replied and turned to step away. “You find me again Jesse, and I might just have to kill you.”
McCree spit and sighed. “when I find you again, Soldier, I hope you decide to give ol’ Jack another shot.” He turned and the two men went their separate ways.
Each had their own kind of justice.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, or who you’re talking about,” replied the old soldier, his gun wavering just a moment. “I’d suggest you take that pistol out again, it’d look real bad if you just let me shoot you.”
The cowboy gave a shake of his head. “You ain’t gonna shoot me, we both see that. You got everyone else thinking ol’ Jack is dead and buried,” he replied, hands at his belt, leaned back with what some might call an arrogant stance.
“Jack Morrison died with Overwatch, there are no more rules out here, and you’re in my way;” came the callous reply. For at least a minute the stand off continued. “Why are you here Jesse, really? Certainly isn’t for a chat.”
“Came to tell ya, that you aint alone, whatever you’d like to call yerself, I’ll be happy to oblige. The world needs it’s heroes though, you and I both know that justice aint served in the dark.”
Rifle now pointed down, 76 furrowed his brow. “I’m not a hero anymore, the world should get some new ones. They can make the future, I’m just hear to clean up the past,” he replied and turned to step away. “You find me again Jesse, and I might just have to kill you.”
McCree spit and sighed. “when I find you again, Soldier, I hope you decide to give ol’ Jack another shot.” He turned and the two men went their separate ways.
Each had their own kind of justice.
