Post by Soldier 76 on Jul 15, 2016 4:44:04 GMT
A third time, a third mission, he was getting tired of chasing dead ends and bad leads. He was tired of being lured into, traps designed for someone else. This one had to be good, this one had to lead him to the culprits. What was going on in Dorado, what had happened to Overwatch, what he was still doing here. The old soldier leaned against a wall and sighed, exhausted. He didn’t want to admit it but he might be getting too old for this.
A noise drew his attention away from his thoughts and he narrowed his eyes, pulling the pulse rifle off his back, he eased to the corner, and peaked around. A skittering sound of a crashing motorcycle. Well that was something, he whipped around the corner, finger hovering at the side of the trigger. 76 drew nearer the accident, and had to keep himself from cursing.
McCree...what the hell was he doing here. He was splayed over the road looking a bit confused. 76 wanted to be angry, but he just looked so pathetic lying there he had to resist feeling sorry for him. “Did you hit your head?”
“I reckon I did...the world is uhhh spinin’ maybe I need a doc,” mumbled the disorientated cowbow. He reached vaguely around, till his hand got his hat, and then he put it back on his head. McCree did his best to struggle up, again the old soldier sighed and grabbed hold of the cowboy’s shoulder, hefting him up. “Well...if it isn’t old Jack...haha, back again from the dead I see; you gotta gimme the name of your doctor.” He wavered a bit.
“Twice is by mistake, three times, Jesse, you’re following me,” Jack grumbled. “I told you if you found me again-”
“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya, and if you’ll believe I aint followin you, and this is a coincidence...” Jesse replied, looking towards the cycle and sighing. “Well I reckon I’ll need a new ride, I may have caused bit more of a stir than intended. Suppose there’s more than one way to break a ‘stang.” He nudged 76, and patted himself down, pulling out a cigar and biting off the end. “You have to tell me what you’re doin here anyway Jack, or what’d they name you? Soldier 76, right?” He looked around for his matches, looking more and more confused as he did.
The soldier was a bit irritated, he pointed his rifle away and shot at the ruined bike, firing a single shot before snatching the cigar from McCree’s mouth. He dragged the dizzy cowboy into an alley, and had him sit down on an empty wooden box. He slipped his mask off and lit the Cigar with the end of the rifle with a few puffs. “Hey that aint half bad, right, thanks for that,” mused McCree as he reached out to take it back.
Jack gave him a bit of a stink eye, and puffed at the cigar. “You explain what you’re doing here,” he grumbled.
“Ah well, you see, there’s this fella who’s payin’ a pretty penny to catch a creepy fella in all black. And well here I am tryin’ to catch him, but he may have gone and almost killed me so it’s a work in progress,” the cowboy replied, tilting his hat up and putting his arms on his legs.
The soldier shook his head, of course, the last time he’d stumbled into this operation. They were going after the Reaper...speaking of they. “Where’s your asian friend?” he asked.
“He’s Japanese, and Hanzo is uh...well I reckon he’s right there,” he pointed up at the roof top. 76 dropped the cigar and had his mask on quicker than strike of lightning. He spun around with his rifle pointed.
“I don’t appreciate being watched, especially not by those with a drawn arrow, you come down from there or you lose your head,” he snapped, as the man eased off the bow string.
“Ah, I see, you are the one McCree told me about; he says you have a lot of honor, yet you will not join us in this endeavor,” said the archer in a very thick accent, he eased to the edge of the roof and was down in a moment.
Jack shook his head, looking from one to the other, he noted that the Cowboy had reclaimed his cigar. “Yes, well, I have my own endeavors;” he responded curtly. “You two, however, seem to have a knack for running into me.”
“Frankly, 76, you ran into us these last few times...” McCree corrected, which earned him a sour look that he couldn’t see for the mask. “Hehe, anyway, good to see ya Hanzo, you see where our friend went?”
“No, his cohort forced me off the roof, I did not get a good vantage,” he replied disappointed. “We will have to track him once more, I am sorry, I failed.”
“You really gotta calm down on yourself, yeesh, I aint your mother, not about to switch you. Yeah, yeah we need to get them separated. That chick is a real burr under my saddle,” groused the cowboy. “Jack can I ask you a favor?”
“No, but you’re going to anyway,” Muttered the old salt.
Jesse didn’t miss a beat. “Shoot that guy for me if you see him, I’ve chased him all over creation, missed him a few times, and just lost him the other times. I’m starting to think this job aint worth it, but this guy been targeting old Overwatch installations, and the people who used to be there...can’t just let that go..” He said and stood up. “But I know you don’t want nothin’ to do with this, you got your own whatever it is you’re doin.” He offered his hand. “Just promise me you ain’t about to get yourself killed again.”
“I can’t make a promise like that, but if I see your guy...well I have my own business with him. I’ll see that he doesn’t slip away,” he agreed and shook Jesse’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.” He nodded to Hanzo who gave him a shallow bow.
“I look forward to working with you, should you rethink your decision,” he replied.
“Yeah, well you might be looking a while,” Jack released the cowboy’s hand and glanced around. “Take care of yourselves, wear a damn helmet why don’t you? Lose what’s left of your brain if you’re not careful.” His grousing didn’t quite manage to hide the tinge of care for Jesse’s well being. He’d led the team, it was his fault all of this had fallen apart. He sighed and set his rifle on his back, he took to the shadows and disappeared into the night.
“Your friend carries many burdens, are you sure it is wise we involve him?” Hanzo asked.
“Now don’t you go doubtin’ me too, I reckon this might be one I can’t break, but never been wrong before. My head’s pounding, I’d like to get a bag of ice, come on...we’re getting back to the motel...” he grumble rubbing the back of his head.
A noise drew his attention away from his thoughts and he narrowed his eyes, pulling the pulse rifle off his back, he eased to the corner, and peaked around. A skittering sound of a crashing motorcycle. Well that was something, he whipped around the corner, finger hovering at the side of the trigger. 76 drew nearer the accident, and had to keep himself from cursing.
McCree...what the hell was he doing here. He was splayed over the road looking a bit confused. 76 wanted to be angry, but he just looked so pathetic lying there he had to resist feeling sorry for him. “Did you hit your head?”
“I reckon I did...the world is uhhh spinin’ maybe I need a doc,” mumbled the disorientated cowbow. He reached vaguely around, till his hand got his hat, and then he put it back on his head. McCree did his best to struggle up, again the old soldier sighed and grabbed hold of the cowboy’s shoulder, hefting him up. “Well...if it isn’t old Jack...haha, back again from the dead I see; you gotta gimme the name of your doctor.” He wavered a bit.
“Twice is by mistake, three times, Jesse, you’re following me,” Jack grumbled. “I told you if you found me again-”
“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya, and if you’ll believe I aint followin you, and this is a coincidence...” Jesse replied, looking towards the cycle and sighing. “Well I reckon I’ll need a new ride, I may have caused bit more of a stir than intended. Suppose there’s more than one way to break a ‘stang.” He nudged 76, and patted himself down, pulling out a cigar and biting off the end. “You have to tell me what you’re doin here anyway Jack, or what’d they name you? Soldier 76, right?” He looked around for his matches, looking more and more confused as he did.
The soldier was a bit irritated, he pointed his rifle away and shot at the ruined bike, firing a single shot before snatching the cigar from McCree’s mouth. He dragged the dizzy cowboy into an alley, and had him sit down on an empty wooden box. He slipped his mask off and lit the Cigar with the end of the rifle with a few puffs. “Hey that aint half bad, right, thanks for that,” mused McCree as he reached out to take it back.
Jack gave him a bit of a stink eye, and puffed at the cigar. “You explain what you’re doing here,” he grumbled.
“Ah well, you see, there’s this fella who’s payin’ a pretty penny to catch a creepy fella in all black. And well here I am tryin’ to catch him, but he may have gone and almost killed me so it’s a work in progress,” the cowboy replied, tilting his hat up and putting his arms on his legs.
The soldier shook his head, of course, the last time he’d stumbled into this operation. They were going after the Reaper...speaking of they. “Where’s your asian friend?” he asked.
“He’s Japanese, and Hanzo is uh...well I reckon he’s right there,” he pointed up at the roof top. 76 dropped the cigar and had his mask on quicker than strike of lightning. He spun around with his rifle pointed.
“I don’t appreciate being watched, especially not by those with a drawn arrow, you come down from there or you lose your head,” he snapped, as the man eased off the bow string.
“Ah, I see, you are the one McCree told me about; he says you have a lot of honor, yet you will not join us in this endeavor,” said the archer in a very thick accent, he eased to the edge of the roof and was down in a moment.
Jack shook his head, looking from one to the other, he noted that the Cowboy had reclaimed his cigar. “Yes, well, I have my own endeavors;” he responded curtly. “You two, however, seem to have a knack for running into me.”
“Frankly, 76, you ran into us these last few times...” McCree corrected, which earned him a sour look that he couldn’t see for the mask. “Hehe, anyway, good to see ya Hanzo, you see where our friend went?”
“No, his cohort forced me off the roof, I did not get a good vantage,” he replied disappointed. “We will have to track him once more, I am sorry, I failed.”
“You really gotta calm down on yourself, yeesh, I aint your mother, not about to switch you. Yeah, yeah we need to get them separated. That chick is a real burr under my saddle,” groused the cowboy. “Jack can I ask you a favor?”
“No, but you’re going to anyway,” Muttered the old salt.
Jesse didn’t miss a beat. “Shoot that guy for me if you see him, I’ve chased him all over creation, missed him a few times, and just lost him the other times. I’m starting to think this job aint worth it, but this guy been targeting old Overwatch installations, and the people who used to be there...can’t just let that go..” He said and stood up. “But I know you don’t want nothin’ to do with this, you got your own whatever it is you’re doin.” He offered his hand. “Just promise me you ain’t about to get yourself killed again.”
“I can’t make a promise like that, but if I see your guy...well I have my own business with him. I’ll see that he doesn’t slip away,” he agreed and shook Jesse’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.” He nodded to Hanzo who gave him a shallow bow.
“I look forward to working with you, should you rethink your decision,” he replied.
“Yeah, well you might be looking a while,” Jack released the cowboy’s hand and glanced around. “Take care of yourselves, wear a damn helmet why don’t you? Lose what’s left of your brain if you’re not careful.” His grousing didn’t quite manage to hide the tinge of care for Jesse’s well being. He’d led the team, it was his fault all of this had fallen apart. He sighed and set his rifle on his back, he took to the shadows and disappeared into the night.
“Your friend carries many burdens, are you sure it is wise we involve him?” Hanzo asked.
“Now don’t you go doubtin’ me too, I reckon this might be one I can’t break, but never been wrong before. My head’s pounding, I’d like to get a bag of ice, come on...we’re getting back to the motel...” he grumble rubbing the back of his head.
