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A little over a month ago, the boys began to understand what made Yvette so dangerous, as a spokesman, and an agent.
After the night in France, it was a lot of hard work, and a lot of publicity stunts. This almost exclusively included being babysat by a member of Overwatch Alpha, to ensure that the changes were being properly inducted.
But the missions they accompanied Blackwatch on were simple stakeouts, or intel gathering.
And Yvette was good at convincing not only the public, but the mother organization, that it was gong to go much smoother under her care.
To be fair, it was certainly a lot easier to hide all of this with her on their side.
She was a terrifying power, and Jesse found himself more intrigued by he than he cared to admit.
Reyes, however, would openly admit his attraction to her darker side. Regularly.
Reyes and McCree were watching from a window nearby as Yvette started her interrogation with the man. It was elevated, so they could see everything from above, with a tinted window so only they could see from the outside, and no one could see them in.
Jesse lit up a smoke, barely placing it between his lips as he'd watch her.
He didn't realize how easy she would take to this kind of work. Then again, he didn't realize how easy he would take to it, either. People could certainly be surprising.
She was a lot different here then she was in a public setting. She was meticulous, and calm, while she yanked out small, but important things from the man. His wails of pain let Jesse know she was doing a good job.
"I'm Impressed." Reyes said lowly next to him. Jesse eyed the man without really moving his head, noticing the way the smirk on his face spread while watching Yvette do her work. Jesse scoffed.
"Yer impressed with much less, Gabe." He was about to turn on his heels when suddenly Yvette leapt at the man, causing both of them to press against the glass. The guards were able to pull apart the two, and Jesse noticed the way Yvette suddenly looked feral, with a fearful look in her eyes.
What had the man said to her?
McCree gave Reyes a tentative look, and they nodded at each other, leaving the safety of the room to go to the floor below.
[i "Reyes will be in to deal with you shortly."] Said the guard as they finished descending the stairs, and the door slammed behind him.
"Guess It's time to work." Reyes went over to a table to pick up a pair of gloves and Jesse turned to the girl.
All the color had drained from her face, and she was concentrating on her thoughts so much that the knuckles of her clenched fists were as white as her hair.
He took a slow step towards her, putting his hands in his pockets and careful to stay in her line of sight, at the very least.
"Darlin'." He said as soothing as he could. "Let's get some air in ya." He motioned to the door with his head as he stepped to the side slightly. "Reyes'll handle it fer now. You ain't gotta worry."
The suggestion was lost of deaf ears, and yet she headed that way anyway. Almost as if she came to that conclusion herself. He opened the door for her, and as she stepped out into the next room, McCree took a look back at Reyes, who met his eyes with the same look.
They nodded at each other before going their respective ways.
Jesse followed Yvette to the other side of the crumpling building they were using as an interrogation room. Light leaked through the cracks of the ceiling, revealing below the destruction of the floors and statues that had once been here. Paintings were torn to shred, and priceless pots were broken in pieces.
What once was a museum was now nearly the perfect place to hide the underbelly of Blackwatch: Right under the noses of everyone, in the middle of the destruction itself.
"Yvette," Jesse called out gently as he approached her, "Ya wanna talk about it?" He rounded to be in front of her with a sympathetic smile. "No pressure. C'n just sit 'ere in the rubble 'n cool off, if ya like."
McCree's interest peaks as he gazes up at Yvette. She spoke easily over the crowd, and everyone was enthralled with her presence. Jesse found it hard to tear his eyes from her but when he did, he saw Reyes standing in the entrance, looking directly at her, with his arms crossed as he leaned in the doorway.
He let his eyes scan over the rest of the crowd, but everyone seemed to be paying close attention, hanging off of her every word. Jesse didn't notice any movement out of the ordinary shuffle of an uncomfortable standing position, or moving of hair out of faces.
Jesse was lucky he could use his height to his advantage.
All at once, the speech was over, and the clapped around him made his head snap towards his charge, as she was descending the stairs. A rush of reporters began to swarm her, and before he could reach her, she quickly excused herself.
He cursed at his lack of decorum, and shot a look at Gabe. He nodded, making his way towards the gaggle of flashing lights and scribbling pens, ushering them to stay where they were with a simple, annoyed look.
"The lady asked to be excused." He heard him say in the mic gruffly, and there seemed to be a hush over the crowd, although a lot of pictures seemed to still be taken. Perhaps of Reyes.
Perhaps of himself.
Jesse exchanged another look and a nod with his partner before striding after Yvette, catching up with ease.
When he caught up to her, he merely chuckled. "If yer lookin' for the ladies room, yer goin' the wrong way." He mused, gently taking her elbow as not to scare her. He pointed towards a door with an obvious bathroom label above it, and grinned. "I'll be here when yer ready." He took a step back and turned himself away to view the rest of the room, making sure no one had slipped past his counterpart to tail the woman into a corner.
Gabriel snapped his phone shut with a sigh. The events of the evening were going to go swimmingly, even if Jesse somehow mucked it up, he could make sure that it was flawless.
In. Speech. Out.
Her attitude wasn't uplifting his mood, however.
McCree sighed in the back of the room. Reyes turned to view him, even if he was making it difficult to through the thick haze of smog coming from the cigar securely strapped to his lip. His suit was unbuttoned and his tie was loose, like he'd just gotten off of a job. If only that were the case.
"Straighten up, McCree. We're heading out soon."
"Ain't so sure I wanna." He said lowly before taking a puff of the cigar, then releasing its contents from his throat, a wave of smoke rising into the air and making patters in the dim lights.
"Jesse, We've been over this. This is to correct our image."
" 'N who's fault might it be? Our image bein' dissected 'n reevaluated? " Jesse leaned forward and flicked the ashes into a tray on the nearby end table. The cowboy raised his eyes up at the man, who returned his gaze with a glare.
"I don't like your tone."
"And I ain't likin' rumors, but they seem to happen anyway." He sat back in his chair with a sigh, looking off into a corner of the room. Gabriel observed said room, noting the burgundy carpets and black accented furniture. The tables were a dark oak, and the lamps were low lighted. It was the perfect hotel room for a brooding captain and his less than cooperative subordinate. "...She hates me." He finally said after a minute of silence between the two.
"How can you discern that? You haven't even met her yet."
"I hear the rumors too, Reyes. About you... About me. If anyone believes they're even remotely true, Well..." He sighed quietly, leaning forward to put out the cigar, meticulously, while watching. "...I think i might keep my distance, too." Gabriel stared at him for a moment, watching him twirl the piece of rolled up tobacco until it was nothing more than smashed paper. Then, he stood, straightening up his suit. Gabe walked over with a shake of his head and helped him with his tie.
"Anyone who's worked with you knows you; knows that it cant be true."
"Oh, that's [i real] rich, comin' from you." McCree scoffed. Reyes made to tighten the tie just a tad too tight, gaining a cough from McCree.
"Don't forget your place, McCree."
"...Yes, sir." Gabe straightened the tie out.
"Any questions on the mission?"
"Nah. Think I've got the gist."
Gabe tapped on the door with the back of his hand, standing with his hand in his pocket and leaning to one side as he waited patiently for the woman behind their new image to appear before him. He took a peek over his shoulder to check on Jesse, who was leaning against the frame of the house, one hand stuffed deep in his dress pants, the other holding cigarette to his mouth. The end burned slowly, but Jesse had hardly touched it since the first puff.
Where was his mind?
"...You gunna smoke all night?" Gabe said quietly. Jesse flicked his eyes over to the man before smirking.
"C'mon now, ya know I don't smoke on the job." He took a puff before putting out the remainder of his vice via the rubber of his shoes. Gabe smiled slightly before hearing the latch of the door. Gabe turned his attention to the woman as the door opened wider, revealing the form of her in a well mannered dress. Gabe gave the best comforting smile he could give while offering his hand.
"You look lovely, Yvette." He greeted.
Jesse's head was in a turmoil when He nearly toppled over a freckle-faced beauty. He was started at her sudden laughter and took a step back from it.
[i "Careful of my influence on you."] She said, which made him cringe ever so slightly. He was careful to keep his distance, however, even though it wasn't [i her] influence that was worrisome.
After a gulp to get his speech back, he spoke, "You heard, huh?" He quietly walked around the side of her, intending to walk around her. "I reckon you ain't knowin' the brunt of it." He sighed gently, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
"S'alright, though. Ain't nothin' but bickerin'. Mostly on Reyes part. Although... I don't take too kindly to threats." He was able to crack a small smile, although it nearly hurt every muscle to do so.
Jesse was [i not] okay. He didn't realize getting placed as Pandora's partner would come with such... Baggage. And the load wasn't even from the girl herself, but from the Jealous Co-captain, and his creepy Frankenstein sidekick. What exactly were they intending for the girl? ...For him?
His mind wandered off. If anyone had been speaking to him just then, he might've missed it. What was in their pasts that was so important, they needed a [i plan] for Jesse? He didn't know, which bothered him. And even though he had brushed Moira off, he really didn't like the fact that there was a chunk he seemed to be missing. Even worse, that other people knew about it over him, considering they were supposed to be [i his].
He turned to Pandora. "This is gunna be out of the blue a bit," He said, pulling her away from the debriefing room, and also out of earshot of the two giving him the most discomfort currently, "But Yer... Sessions with Angela. Do they... Help? With the memories?" It was always a question he had anticipated asking, but this time, it was for a different reason; A reason he could not quite explain to the resident Firestarter until he was sure himself.
Did he have answers in him somewhere that could be unlocked? Would it be worth it? Some part of McCree said that they were missing for a reason. Some other part, way deep in his mind, and very quiet, said that if he didnt find out what was going on, he would regret it. He cleared his throat.
"Well... I guess what I mean to say is... Do you [i wanna] remember? There's a reason things are the way they are... Ya ever wonder if they should stay put how it is?" He started leading her towards his room, simply because that's where the auto-pilot of his feet were leading him.
Jesse was starstruck.
He'd been merely teasing the girl the whole time he was meandering around the room, but he hadn't expected... Well, [i that]. His whole face seemed to lose color and regain it all at once. He couldn't help but just watch her sift through his drawer, that smirk plastered all over her face, like she'd won or something.
Jesse pulled at his hat slightly before standing, striding to her with ease and pressing her up against the wall before she had much say in the matter. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up to meet his eyes with hers.
"Pandora." The drawn out syllables of her name almost sounded like a warning... Almost. Gently, he took the file from her hand with his free one and tucked it in his back pocket, never once looking away from her. He mulled over in his head what he should do here. She [i did] kiss him first, and yet... Something in McCree's mind said it wasn't quite right to rile her up... Not just yet.
After a moment of just staring, he stood, fully, nearly towering her, his fingers still firmly against her chin. "Now I've been pokin' at you, firehawk, but yer rilin' something up I ain't gunna have means to control if you [i don't stop teasing me]." Again, it was an almost warning. His voice was firm, even though he sounded a lot like he wouldn't mind losing his composure. At least... With her.
"I..." He said quietly, but couldn't seem to get his words to move past the beginning of the sentence. He gave a heavy sigh before pulling away, releasing her face and shoving his hands in his coat pockets. He gave no reassurance that he was alright, no smiles as he stared at her.
Weirdly, he couldn't put the words together in his mouth on [i exactly] what he wanted to tell her, which was uncommon for the man who basically did nothing but speaking. What could he tell her? That he felt like he knew her? That he wanted to run his hands through her hair? That he [i liked] being riled up?
They'd barely known of each other before this mission, and yet he wanted the world to know that she'd be [i his] someday, and no one would get in the way of that... And that scared Jesse.
"...Alright, I'm goin'. follow 'er not." He turned to the door sharply, kicking the bottom gently and it revealed the hallway to him. He stepped through the entrance without another word as he walked in the directions towards Angela's office.
Wrath reaction time slowed down to a minimum. Watching Kane fall to the ground sent waves of guilt through here, and she could only stare at his slightly husked figure for, what seemed like, eternity. She didn't even realize she was being attacked until Aiden stepped in front of her.
She blinked and looked around after a few moments, finding Viv, dying in the arms of their leader, who was then smacked by Ares. His words were a bit of a blur for her; he sounded like the adults in 'The Peanuts' cartoons, all warbled and indistinguishable. The whole thing was a mess, barely being swept away by the rain coming in.
"...Ares." Wrath said, walking up to him. She slapped him as much as her strength could muster, which wasn't much. Even though she looked like she was about to cry, she didn't. She looked down at the two girls, cradled into each other.
"Isa... I know it hurts. Gather your strength... Carry her with us." She said to her quietly. She pulled herself towards Kane, pulling him into a sitting position.
"...Kane." She said quietly. "...We have to go." Her voice broke slightly, but she bit her lip as hard as she could, and it bled immediately. She couldn't cry. Not now, not like this. "You're gunna have to help me out just a little... Can you walk at all?" Wrath pulled him up to his feet, stringing his arm over her shoulder, then adjusting him slightly. She felt her head throbbing so much. She wiped at her eye, still coated in dried blood, and some fresh from it not quite healing, and then her lip, basically just smearing it all over her face.
This was not how she intended this to go.
She looked towards Aiden. "Help Isa. Ares, fuck the police, just... Use the stone to clean this up quickly, and get out of here before they figure out where you are..."
[i Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry.] Wrath kept repeating this in her head as she looked up at Kane. She had to be the strong one... All the strong ones were losing their mind. She had to will herself not to think of this right now, and yet, looking into Kane's solemn face....
A few tears escaped her lids and she turned quickly to hide her face within her hair. "...Let's go!" She said loudly through shaky breaths before taking the first step forward towards home.
Wrath Had Failed.
Jesse wasn't prepared for the shock of his emotions as she pulled his arm back around her. Even though moments before, he had so skillfully swept her away, he had no idea how to handle this. Where did he put his fingers again?
It wasn't like Jesse had never been with anyone. Of course he had, on many occasions, especially in his younger years. But this job kept a distance of a certain kind. Jesse gave affection and flirted in a way that wasn't meant to be taken as true interest.
But as the years had passed on, he didn't want to get close to anyone. Most days, he even feared his friendships with anyone. He was sure they'd get hurt, whether it be by him, or just on the field, and he didn't know if he could take either of them.
So, McCree now, trying to grasp her shoulder as gently as possible, felt awkward. How long had it been since he'd actually touched someone like this? Courted anyone? Or just generally been this close to anyone? Pandora sent every thought and emotion haywire within him, and all she did was put his arm around her shoulder and ask about food.
Jesse was grateful for the cold as they stepped outside. He felt the cold air hit his face and cool him off. How'd this happen twice in one day? He shook off the thought, adjusting his jacket slightly to put it off as if he were chilly.
"Where?" He then asked, raising his hand to his face in thought. "Hn..." What was close to the base here, anyway? "...Well, I typically order Mexican. It reminds me of home." He shrugged slightly. "But I gather there's several places n' town to eat." He looked down at her with a grin, pulling her a little closer. "...You pick somthin'." He mused. "i'll eat whatever ya put under my nose." And that was pretty true. He'd eat anything, or at least try it once. He wasn't too picky when he came to sustenance.
He heard a movement from the room, and a few seconds later, the door slid open, revealing the sight he found quite amusing. She looked a little disheveled, and even though she seemed distressed by something, she looked a lot more relaxed than she had been on their mission.
Then again, who could be relaxed on a mission?
She mentioned something about no secrets between partners, which was a first for him. His brow furrowed as she looked down each end of the hall, as if he'd been followed. He took a quick glance as well, wondering if maybe she was just looking for trouble of sorts.
He made to speak until she pulled him into the room, the door shutting behind them as quietly as it had opened. She paced slightly, running a hand through her hair as she talked about her distant, darkened past of memories long since forgotten... Or erased. One of the two.
After all was said, she made a question towards his injury. He chuckled slightly, striding towards her with ease, before planting himself on the bed next to her.
"Don't worry 'bout me just now." He grinned at her. "Ain't nothin' but a dull throb. Wont be the last time I dislocate somethin' important." He laughed slightly.
"This... Moira. She's the one with all the fancy science gear?" He motioned around himself to sort of mimic what he saw on the loading docks. "Tuh be honest with ya... I think I recognize her, too." He looked towards the door and put his face in his hand, rubbing at his temples. "It's... Fuzzy, but the pieces that come together don't line up." He dragged his hand down his face slowly. "The face and the name don't match up fer me. They're different... Somehow." After a moment of silence he sighed before grinning over at her.
"Perhaps we can dote on this subject in a lil' while." He poked her forehead gently. "What say you tuh gettin' out a bit? I could use a bite tuh eat, n' some fresh air'd do you some good... And me." He shrugged slightly. He hadn't eaten since before he woke up, and the mission had taken a toll on his energy. And even with the dumb of information she just laid on him, Jesse was all too curious about his new partner.
Talon aside, he actually wanted to know what she was like.
...Where this morbid curiosity came from, Jesse couldn't decide.
"...And I ain't too fond of Reyes at the moment. His temper can get to be a handful." He made a slight face that resembled something of a 'woops'. "I imagine he'll come lookin' for either one of us, and I ain't too keen on punchin' anyone with a limp arm." He joked slightly before standing and offering his hand to the girl.
"What say ya, firebird?" He smirked at the nickname slightly as he waited for her answer.
He knew Amari had trained her. It was in her file. Of course, that's not the main reason McCree knew about her prodigue. If someone in Overwatch [i didn't] know that the new girl was being taken under Amari's wing, then it would be a surprise. But, he did have to laugh at her sassy comment.
"Don't get too big uh head 'bout it." He teased, shooting another omnic. They were starting to understand where the firing was coming from, turning to him mostly, rather than his counterpart.
Which made her statement of leaving all the more valid.
He watched Pandora salute him, that grin plastered on her face, before taking off towards her destination, which she had stated. Some kind of red bus...
He began to head in that general direction, easily bouncing over rooftops, all the while taking out as many omnics as he could. Quickly, he landed into an alley to get the robots off of his scent, hoping to give himself enough time to escape to their meeting place.
"I feel like ya ain't givin' me enough credit, Darlin'." He mused, referring to her statement about being safe. "I even toned down my normal behavior fer y--" Before the sentence could even leave his mouth fully, a blast of rubble and fire exploded from the building next to him, sending him backwards into the closest concrete wall. He groaned loudly, holding his human arm, which had been dislocated by the sudden jerking about.
"The hell..?" He murmured before looking towards the now demolished building. The dust began to settle, and he could make out the features of the omnic he had viewed earlier. Two of it's four legs stepped out from the fog as its upper body looked around, trying to scan the area.
Jesse came to the conclusion that the thing had no idea he was on the other side of that wall. It was, unfortunately, dumb luck. Quickly, he dipped behind some boxes, still gripping his now throbbing arm tightly. He gave it a few minutes, listening to its creaking gears and rusted joints move around the area before continuing elsewhere. He sighed a small relief before standing.
"Hate tuh pull ya from yer perch, but im'a need ya closer to the ground." He said, peeking around the corner of a building before starting his trek towards their rendezvous point yet again. "It ain't easy tuh relocate an arm by yerself." He laughed it off gently, although the pain was really starting to set in. He dodged across and into another alley, making sure he was clear. He could spot the bus from where he was. He pushed himself against the alley wall, waiting for her to either come out from where she was hiding, or get there if she hadn't yet.
He gave a glance to the sky. No pilot just yet. Jesse didn't feel comfortable calling him until he was up to par, either. He then took a look around. Strangely, the omnics hadn't made it to this area yet. Not even stragglers, just... empty. It made Jesse uneasy.
"Where are ya, Darlin'?" He said, looking around again.
Jesse peeked over his shoulder as a shot went behind him. He barely had to tilt his head to feel the wind of the shot. The omnic behind him fell to the ground with a gentle "thud" as metal and concrete collided. Jesse then raised his eyes to the rest of the robot pals pouring out and heading his way. He grinned slightly.
Pandora mentioned the roof. That'd be a great vantage point for him. As he scaled it, he spoke into the mic.
"Can't say I ain't impressed with them sniper skills you got." He said with a smirk as he swung himself onto the building, sprinting and leaping to the next building, landing with a skid on the gravel. He turned to asses the situation. He turned to assess the situation.
The omnics were busy looking on the streets, not yet anticipating his move to the rooftops. He looked back to the site of origin, peeking over it, seeing basically a scale of fire and debris, and more omnics scouting the area towards the norther part of the city Jesse had not reached.
"At this point, Ain't got much of uh choice in the matter." He started walking along the top towards her, while counting the options they had on his fingers as he said them. "We could either have uh brawl here, or reconvene at a different rendezvous point, therefore our escape plane not bein' shot down by bastions, or we attempt to stand off 'ere, so the plane can get to us." Quickly, he hopped to the next roof with ease, his walking pace continuing upon his land.
"I reckon yer not the kinda girl to run away," He mused, smiling at the thought, "But I ain't about to put a bystander in danger." He was referring to the pilot, of course, even if said pilot navigated a plane as shit as he had. "So... Dealers choice." He nodded to the girl on the other end of the sniper before turning his attention to the street below, the omnics scouting faster than he was walking, and still a lot dumber than they looked.
"Better make that choice fast, Darlin'."
But that choice was made for him long before she could answer that question.
An omnic pushed himself onto the building close to Pandora, aiming right for her. Jesse immediately whipped out his peacekeeper, firing three shots right above her head, disengaging it completely. however, in doing so, the robots immediately below him looked up, and he had to make the choice to kill them, too.
"Well, down tuh two options now." He grinned, swinging his gun around his finger before aiming it towards the next unsuspecting omnics.
Pandora spoke up again. He raised an eyebrow to the girl as she mocked his flashy outfit. He thought for a moment about his retaliation, something about 'not knowing him very well' or that 'it was the least flashy thing he own', and while he was proud of that, he decided silence might bother her more. So, he merely smirked at her, pulling the brim of his hat down just a bit as he readjusted to lean forward onto his knees.
The plane ride was uncomfortable.
No, more than that. It was downright [i disagreeable] to McCree's frame, between the cramped style of the interior to the crappy way the pilot was maneuvering the plane back and forth, causing the bumps to dig into Jesse's back, he could barely keep from squirming around in his seat.
Pandora's jab to his arm pulled him out of his daze of trying not to murder the pilot. It was time. Good thing too, considering Jesse was about to go nuts. He immediately rose from his seat, standing closely behind Pandora as she watched the rope fall. She then pushed herself out of the plane, and he watched her land safely on the ground, with grace only in likeness of Mercy's.
He grabbed onto the rope once she had finished her decent, wrapping it around his mechanical arm before pushing off and lowering himself down, a little more speed than his partner before him. Then again, he'd been doing this a lot longer. Once on the roof, he untangled his arm and flagged down the plane, which took off upon recognition of the signal.
He watched the intricate way she scanned the area with her choice of weapon: the rifle. She was like a hawk, scanning her initial surroundings to decide on what prey to catch. And before he could react to her commands, she was on him, straightening his coat. He raised his head ever so slightly as he watched her. A nervous habit, perhaps? The way her fingers clenched around the hem of his coat confirmed the thought. He smiled very slowly.
It was kind of cute how she pretended not to care.
When she was on her belly, rifle ready, he chuckled deeply before walking over to the edge of the building. Hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his coat, he looked over his shoulder with a smirk before dropping to the ground below, no effort in the landing, and a lot quieter than anticipated from a man in boots.
He took her words to heart, going down the alleyway she suggested, and carefully rounding a corner to head north for a click or two. Still, he had his hands in his pockets, even as he danced around an unbeknownst omnic, slinking behind it and continuing down one of the darker alleys.
After a small travel down that, Jesse found himself face to face with a base of operations. He darted his eyes back and forth, checking to make sure he hadn't been snuck up on, then continued to scout right around the outskirts.
Omnics were pouring out of the openings, which Jesse only counted 2. They were mostly janky copies of Zenyatta, but a few Bastion-bots were meandering around as well. He stopped when his eyes fell upon a particular four legged omnic; one he hadn't encountered in years.
"...Well that don't bode well." He said very lowly, just enough for the mic to pick up. Jesse quietly carried himself to somewhere he was certain he wouldn't be seen. He then relayed that information to his partner, probably still spying on him from her perch, before looking down the alleyway he'd pulled himself into.
"Think i've seen all I want tuh. Point me to the nearest exit, darlin'?" He said, quietly stepping towards the mouth of the alley.
Jesse sighed, standing up after Pandora exited the room. He wasn't one for scouting missions. He liked the types of missions he could use to show off; to enjoy himself. He turned to exit when there was a noise of throat clearing behind him. McCree peeked over his shoulder.
"Jesse," Ana warned, giving her head a slight tilt, "Don't do anything foolish." Jesse gave a wide smirk, grabbing the brim of his hat as he nodded.
"You must be thinkin' 'bout the wrong man." He exited the room.
He only had an hour to assess what kind of fighter than Pandora was. Given that this was their first mission together, as well as her first mission [i ever], he wanted a little heads up on what he'd gotten himself strung up in.
"Girl on fire..." His accent was long and drawn out as the name dance over his tongue. She certainly had a history, mostly one of violence. A little like him, in fact. Jesse also pulled out the medical file he snagged from Angela's office during his check up when she wasn't looking.
She'd of course scold him for it later, but the intent wasn't malicious. She'd forgive him. She was good like that.
She was too good for all of them.
After a once over on that file, he put them both into the upper drawer of his dresser, hiding underneath undergarments he knew most prying eyes wouldn't want to snoop through. Once snug, he pulled out his blackwatch uniform.
The uniform itself screamed McCree, but was subtle enough, no one would think of him being more than just a cowboy. It was all black, decorated in little bits of gold and red here and there, giving him a sense of pride when he wore it.
He [i was] a badass, after all. His outfit should reflect. Especially when on a mission. He exited his room exuding that confidence, making his way towards the bay, where most of their transportation lay, waiting to be used. This time, they were being flown in. The propellers of the plane blew at Jesse, making his coat flap, forcing him to hold his hat on his head. He entered the plane, only to find Pandora there already.
Before sitting, he made sure his Peacekeeper was strapped to his side, where it was supposed to be, and flexed his hand around the hilt. He felt ready. He sat down, giving himself some space from where she would most likely sit.
He perked up, however, when she mentioned his name, a thick accent caking her words. He hadn't realized she was Irish.
[i "I'm your eyes in the sky, once we get there."] And then a smirk spread across her face, peaking his interest further. His grin followed in suit as he crossed his arms over his torso and leaned back to get comfortable.
"Countin' on it, Darlin'."
Kayle left the tree a while ago. In the meantime, she caught a glimpse of the human girl she had stumbled upon earlier, getting dragged into the alley and half beaten to death by some thug who thought the weight of money was worth his soul. She had planned to swoop in, but the guy-- also met from earlier-- jumped in to save her, overpowering the thug with ease.
Kayle decided to hover for a moment, watching them go inside the building where she had previously dropped the jacket off, and sighed. This guy seemed to be too well placed. Two times in one night?
When Kayle was sure that they had been snug inside, she let herself land in the darkness of the alleyway, looking over the man who was now a pretzel of pain, crumpled into submission. She landed softly on the ground, bending over to pick up what Kayle could only assume was that girl's things. She picked up what she could, sort of shoving it into the bag, and readied her wings for flight.
In an instant she took off, going into the sky as high as she could muster. She then willed her wings to carry her towards that tree she had paused on earlier, making a perch on one of the branches as she looked through the girl's I.D., wallet, and just the general contents of the bag, hoping to get a sense of this girl; Trying to figure out how she could weasel into her life without being too suspicious.
Kayle snorted. [i Weasel is such an evil way to put it...] She thought dimly to herself, trying to restructure the sentence with a word that felt less... Dirty.
She sighed, putting everything back that she had, looking over the sky towards the direction in which she predicted the bar to be.
"I'll return it tomorrow..." She thought it would be a good way to start a conversation. Maybe even get a favor in for returning it. Kayle strapped the bag around herself before settling into the trunk of the tree, closing her eyes to rest for the remainder of the night.
"[i Get up,] Mcree." a booming voice said on the other side of his door. Jesse sighed, knowing very well he was being summoned for a mission. He also knew that Reyes was planning to pair him up with the newbie, Pandora; The Girl on Fire.
Jesse was also up already.
The 37 year old male was in full get up, merely sprawled out along his comforters in an attempt to get his mind straight before leaving the room. But his thinking would do him no good, nor did it last all that long.
When Reyes pounded on his door again, threatening to break the damned padlock that kept him safe, he decided to actually get out of the bed he'd been relaxing in most of the day. He pressed a button and the door slid open, revealing the angry expression of his "leader".
"Hold yer horses, then." Jesse grabbed his hat off the wall and placed it on his head, pushing it on until it was snug, then stepped into the hallway, forcing Reyes to take a step back. He looked up at the man, just barely taller than him and gave a grin, to which the captain was not amused.
"Er is everyone else jus' early?" Mcree mused, walking towards the hall that was holding the meeting without so much as a queue from Reyes.
Mcree wasn't one to take much seriously. Except for maybe his job. Maybe he'd take a girlfriend seriously, too... If he ever had one. He felt more of a freelancer type fit him, and on top of that, sometimes this job was far too dangerous to let anyone worry about him at home.
Or vice versa.
And so, he remained alone, as he always did. He even walked into the meeting first, alone. Reyes may have been taller than him, but Mcree liked a wider stride. Jesse's eyes dance over Ana and Jack, and then fell onto the girl. He grinned slightly, flicking the bill of his hat in acknowledgement, before turning to one of the chairs and sitting there casually.
"You're late." Ana said with a sigh.
"So I've been told." His thick, southern drawl came out in exasperation. he didn't need a repeat. Reyes then entered the room, closing the door behind himself and walked over to stand proudly with the other captains, as if he belonged there.
As if he hadn't forced the position upon himself to feel important.
Jesse shifted in his seat slightly at that thought and positioned himself in a sprawled fashion. It was certainly hard to get comfy in those chairs.
"Let's get this over with." Jack said, eyeing Mcree for a moment before turning to Reyes.
"Jeez, lady. Was your power always this crazy annoying?" Wrath said as she dodged another attack, the balls of energy flying past her, barely missing her side. Wrath took the opportunity to flip onto the side of one of the buildings, hopping from it to another building, and pushing herself up until she was on the roof. She took a quick survey of the land, noting how far she'd gotten away from both the party, as well as civilians. She turned back just in time for the figure of her once good friend rise to meet the roof as well.
"Alright... Now we can get serious." Wrath said, pulling out her staff to full length. "I don't even know if this is gunna work..." A ball shot past her face and she dodged it easily. "First, i [i really] need you to settle down with those." And with that, she lunged. However, the demon Viv had been a lot faster than she anticipated, dodging and blocking her with as much ease as Wrath had been continuously dodging the energy balls. Wrath cursed under her breath.
She took a few steps back, away from the girl, and pulled her power towards the side of the building, ripping from it the grating that people would normally use to get up and down from the roof. Wrath pulled it around her and formed it into shards of metal and turned to Viv.
"Guess i'll have to try a different method." Wrath said before strategically launching shards at the girl. It seemed she did not expect this, and there was a delay in her dodging, giving Wrath the opportunity to get her to a point she could no longer run away from an incoming attack. All the while, Wrath approached slowly, trying to get her cornered, forming that staff behind her yet again. Viv began to try and outplay her, dodging the other way, Which Wrath was just hoping for.
"There." She said, pulling the staff out and swinging it towards her. [i I just have to knock her out!] She thought as the swing intensified.
But nothing would come to flourish of that hit. Wrath watched in slow motion as the staff split into quarters. She pulled back, holding the small piece of metal in her hand before looking to her right.
Kane had his hands raised towards her, ribbons of water around him. Why was he...?
"Kane, don't--!" But before any more words could come out, a flash of purple blinded her and she took a hit to the face, her mask breaking apart as she was sent flying, landing on the other side of the building with a sickening skid. Wrath hissed and groaned at the gravel now in her arm and side, her face dripping from the hit she took. Wrath watched from the floor as the balls of energy floated back to her.
[i "You should have killed her."] A voice came into her head from out of nowhere. The alternate version of her, quiet before this, was active enough to point out that Wrath had made a crucial flaw standing so close to a demon. Wrath whispered to the voice to shut up before regaining herself, turning to Kane, who was no approaching the girl who attacked you. [i "Kill them both."]
"Shut. Up." She said a little louder this time. She tore off the other half of her mask, but felt a dizziness come over her, probably from the blow. She held her hand to Her face, trying to stop the blood from pooling into her eye; trying to stop the dizziness from taking over.
"What the hell!?" She shouted towards him. He instantly shot her a glare. Wrath narrowed her good eye at him. She understood well enough that he was more upset than most of them about this. But he couldn't be that close to her... Not for long. Wrath flicked her eye between the two, trying to assess the situation.
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