Post by Soldier 76 on Jul 19, 2016 4:29:29 GMT
It'd been a little over a few hours, and suddenly like a phantom someone had shown up at the door of the motel room. McCree looked out bleary eyed, like he was about to dose off. "You shouldn't sleep with a head wound, you might not wake up," grumbled the man standing outside. What the hell was Jack doing here?
"Yeah, yeah, I remember a doc saying that, but aint exactly been interesting around here...what are you doing here? No wait better question, how the hell did you find this motel?" the cowboy demanded as he leaned in the doorway.
"Followed you to the motel, looked in the registry to find out where you were, you should really use a different code name than the ones assigned in Overwatch. Anyone who has that information can find you," said Jack with a shake of his head. "Can I come in?"
McCree narrowed his eyes and stepped aside, the old Soldier closing the door behind them. "Why're you here, thought you'd said you didn't want nothin to do with our little operation?" asked Jesse as he settled back down on the bed, which had just the tackiest of bed spreads. There was a program playing, the soft sounds of it momentarily drew Jack's attention.
"I'm not hear to join your operation..." he groused. "I'd just rather not sleep on the ground in an alley again, I was wondering if three was too much of a crowd." He looked back at the cowboy who had a bit of a blank expression.
After a moment the concussed man blinked. "Well I reckon you're welcome to stay the night, but well I do this favor you'd best return it; I scratch your back you scratch mine," he said with a chuckle. "Favor from ol' Jack Morrison would be mighty nice to have."
"Don't call me that, alright; a favor for a favor. Did you want to cash that out immediately or were you gonna spring it on me the next time you and Hanzo ran into me?" He asked while pulling his mask off, and starting to make himself comfortable. He tossed his jacket over the back of the hideously apolstered chair in the corner, and then leaned his rifle up against it. The mask was dropped onto the bedside table and finally Jack realized something. "where is Hanzo?" Damn archer was never around.
"He's in the shower; man takes ages," grumbled McCree. "Like no one else has to use it, I tell you what, weren't for our tight budget I'd make him get another room." 76 just gave an exasperated sort of shake of his head. He laid down on the other bed in the room. There was this sort of content sigh that McCree raised a brow at. "And what do you think you're doing getting so comfortable? You realize there's only two beds?"
"Yes and this one is mine, and that one belongs to you two," said Jack with authority. There was an offended look on McCree's face.
"Now hold up a moment, ya think I'm payin for this room to share a bed? You get Hanzo, I get a bed to my own," the cowboy put forth with a bit of a huff.
"And how do you plan on enforcing that Jesse?" the old salt replied. "Seems I've already taken up residents, this objective is mine."
It was at the moment they were both seething that a tired looking Asian meandered from the bathroom, idly drying his hair. Noting the two were in a bit of a staring match he first had to ask the obvious question. "Why is your friend here, McCree? I was not aware he would be staying here." Then he moved onto the next question. "I believe he is sitting on my bed, why is that?"
They both looked over. "Well I reckon he's trying to steal it, and make you sidle up with me tonight," replied the cowboy.
"Unacceptable, I require the entirety of my bed, your soldier friend can sleep with you," said the newcommer again with authority and certainty.
76 didn't look pleased. "I already asked McCree but how do you intend to enforce that idea?" he demanded.
Hanzo calmly walked over and offered to have Jack observe the arrow he'd managed to pull out without their notice. "Please remove yourself from my bed, I do not require my bow to put this in a soft spot," he said with a sort of hushed rage. There was a moment of intense glaring between Jack and Hanzo, each calculating whether they could effectively incapacitate the other before the were taken down. The old soldier's fingers hovered near his pistol and he decided that the time to draw it and the time it would take for Hanzo to stab him were too drastically different.
"McCree move over," he groused and stood up moving over to the other bed. The cowboy coughed and a rather unhappy silence took over the room. Hanzo made himself comfortable.
"Good night, I look forward to seeing you both rested in the morning," said the archer without a care as he turned off his light and rested easy.
Soldier 76 gave a sigh, and looked to McCree, grabbing hold of his head. "Hold still, I just want to check if your head is alright, if it isn't well then I don't think either of us is sleeping," he said looking into the cowboy's eyes rather critically. He shined a light in either of them getting a disgruntled noise from McCree. Then he moved his finger from side to side compelling the concussed cowboy to follow it with his eyes. "You're alright, just a bump, nothing serious."
"Well thank you very kindly, mom, happy to know you'll let me get some shut eye tonight;" huffed McCree. "Now you'd best not hog all the blanket."
"You're lucky you aren't braindead, be thankful," the old salt grumbled. "Wear a helmet next time." Jack pulled his boots off and put them aside, since he didn't exactly have a change of clothing he'd be sleeping in his pants.
McCree grumbled, something for a moment, perhaps mocking the tone 76 had taken.
"If you two do not mind, I would like to sleep;" said Hanzo as he looked over at them.
Both men looked over and gave him the sourest of looks. "Think's he's such a big guy...." McCree huffed. "Well I guess we ought to turn in anyway. Early tomorrow."
"I'm using your shower tomorrow, do you have any clothes I could borrow? I lost my damned rucksack in Dorado," 76 asked and the cowboy raised a brow.
"What makes you think I'm just gonna give you my clothes? You aint part of this operation and you sure aint about to give them back any time soon."
"Thats no way to treat your former commander."
"Former is the word, innit? The hell should I give you anything for? You run off after everything falls apart, I thought you were dead, come to find you're a vigilante...runnin from the law. The hell happened to you?"
Jack grunted. "Someone has to bring them to justice, if the living can't take care of it, then the dead will have to," he replied. "Was better for everyone to believe I was dead, I can move more freely without people knowing who I am. And Overwatch doesn't get anymore bad press."
"So that's that then, you just go galavanting across all of creation, takin' down the bad guys, all by your lonesome?" McCree asked. "you won't join our team, but by all accounts, this Reaper fella might have quite a something to do with that fall. hows it that you don't want any support."
"And what if someone finds out who I am? I can't be linked to you two, it's too dangerous," 76 shot back.
"And us doin this aint? I'm chasin' a demon with a walking corpse for a partner; or do I have to remind you that woman killed one of your teammates," McCree groused. "Aint exactly like I've ever been one to stand on the right side of the law. If there aint justice in one side you try the other."
The old soldier shook his head. "I haven't forgotten, tonights not the night for it Jesse; get some sleep," 76 finally grumbled, unable to give McCree the satisfaction of being right for once.
"Yeah, yeah, I remember a doc saying that, but aint exactly been interesting around here...what are you doing here? No wait better question, how the hell did you find this motel?" the cowboy demanded as he leaned in the doorway.
"Followed you to the motel, looked in the registry to find out where you were, you should really use a different code name than the ones assigned in Overwatch. Anyone who has that information can find you," said Jack with a shake of his head. "Can I come in?"
McCree narrowed his eyes and stepped aside, the old Soldier closing the door behind them. "Why're you here, thought you'd said you didn't want nothin to do with our little operation?" asked Jesse as he settled back down on the bed, which had just the tackiest of bed spreads. There was a program playing, the soft sounds of it momentarily drew Jack's attention.
"I'm not hear to join your operation..." he groused. "I'd just rather not sleep on the ground in an alley again, I was wondering if three was too much of a crowd." He looked back at the cowboy who had a bit of a blank expression.
After a moment the concussed man blinked. "Well I reckon you're welcome to stay the night, but well I do this favor you'd best return it; I scratch your back you scratch mine," he said with a chuckle. "Favor from ol' Jack Morrison would be mighty nice to have."
"Don't call me that, alright; a favor for a favor. Did you want to cash that out immediately or were you gonna spring it on me the next time you and Hanzo ran into me?" He asked while pulling his mask off, and starting to make himself comfortable. He tossed his jacket over the back of the hideously apolstered chair in the corner, and then leaned his rifle up against it. The mask was dropped onto the bedside table and finally Jack realized something. "where is Hanzo?" Damn archer was never around.
"He's in the shower; man takes ages," grumbled McCree. "Like no one else has to use it, I tell you what, weren't for our tight budget I'd make him get another room." 76 just gave an exasperated sort of shake of his head. He laid down on the other bed in the room. There was this sort of content sigh that McCree raised a brow at. "And what do you think you're doing getting so comfortable? You realize there's only two beds?"
"Yes and this one is mine, and that one belongs to you two," said Jack with authority. There was an offended look on McCree's face.
"Now hold up a moment, ya think I'm payin for this room to share a bed? You get Hanzo, I get a bed to my own," the cowboy put forth with a bit of a huff.
"And how do you plan on enforcing that Jesse?" the old salt replied. "Seems I've already taken up residents, this objective is mine."
It was at the moment they were both seething that a tired looking Asian meandered from the bathroom, idly drying his hair. Noting the two were in a bit of a staring match he first had to ask the obvious question. "Why is your friend here, McCree? I was not aware he would be staying here." Then he moved onto the next question. "I believe he is sitting on my bed, why is that?"
They both looked over. "Well I reckon he's trying to steal it, and make you sidle up with me tonight," replied the cowboy.
"Unacceptable, I require the entirety of my bed, your soldier friend can sleep with you," said the newcommer again with authority and certainty.
76 didn't look pleased. "I already asked McCree but how do you intend to enforce that idea?" he demanded.
Hanzo calmly walked over and offered to have Jack observe the arrow he'd managed to pull out without their notice. "Please remove yourself from my bed, I do not require my bow to put this in a soft spot," he said with a sort of hushed rage. There was a moment of intense glaring between Jack and Hanzo, each calculating whether they could effectively incapacitate the other before the were taken down. The old soldier's fingers hovered near his pistol and he decided that the time to draw it and the time it would take for Hanzo to stab him were too drastically different.
"McCree move over," he groused and stood up moving over to the other bed. The cowboy coughed and a rather unhappy silence took over the room. Hanzo made himself comfortable.
"Good night, I look forward to seeing you both rested in the morning," said the archer without a care as he turned off his light and rested easy.
Soldier 76 gave a sigh, and looked to McCree, grabbing hold of his head. "Hold still, I just want to check if your head is alright, if it isn't well then I don't think either of us is sleeping," he said looking into the cowboy's eyes rather critically. He shined a light in either of them getting a disgruntled noise from McCree. Then he moved his finger from side to side compelling the concussed cowboy to follow it with his eyes. "You're alright, just a bump, nothing serious."
"Well thank you very kindly, mom, happy to know you'll let me get some shut eye tonight;" huffed McCree. "Now you'd best not hog all the blanket."
"You're lucky you aren't braindead, be thankful," the old salt grumbled. "Wear a helmet next time." Jack pulled his boots off and put them aside, since he didn't exactly have a change of clothing he'd be sleeping in his pants.
McCree grumbled, something for a moment, perhaps mocking the tone 76 had taken.
"If you two do not mind, I would like to sleep;" said Hanzo as he looked over at them.
Both men looked over and gave him the sourest of looks. "Think's he's such a big guy...." McCree huffed. "Well I guess we ought to turn in anyway. Early tomorrow."
"I'm using your shower tomorrow, do you have any clothes I could borrow? I lost my damned rucksack in Dorado," 76 asked and the cowboy raised a brow.
"What makes you think I'm just gonna give you my clothes? You aint part of this operation and you sure aint about to give them back any time soon."
"Thats no way to treat your former commander."
"Former is the word, innit? The hell should I give you anything for? You run off after everything falls apart, I thought you were dead, come to find you're a vigilante...runnin from the law. The hell happened to you?"
Jack grunted. "Someone has to bring them to justice, if the living can't take care of it, then the dead will have to," he replied. "Was better for everyone to believe I was dead, I can move more freely without people knowing who I am. And Overwatch doesn't get anymore bad press."
"So that's that then, you just go galavanting across all of creation, takin' down the bad guys, all by your lonesome?" McCree asked. "you won't join our team, but by all accounts, this Reaper fella might have quite a something to do with that fall. hows it that you don't want any support."
"And what if someone finds out who I am? I can't be linked to you two, it's too dangerous," 76 shot back.
"And us doin this aint? I'm chasin' a demon with a walking corpse for a partner; or do I have to remind you that woman killed one of your teammates," McCree groused. "Aint exactly like I've ever been one to stand on the right side of the law. If there aint justice in one side you try the other."
The old soldier shook his head. "I haven't forgotten, tonights not the night for it Jesse; get some sleep," 76 finally grumbled, unable to give McCree the satisfaction of being right for once.
