#meccre

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Mr.coyote             #1

Jesse sat on his cot in his room. It has been about 1 month since Overwatch recalled and they finally have a lead on nearby Talon activity that might be worthy of looking into. Winston is busy setting up his equipment and getting reacquainted with tracer. Lucio is being briefed as a new recruit and is not combat ready yet. DVA is doing repairs on her mec after an accident involving a boddle of mountain dew and a feral cat. Ana and Reinhardt are both strung up with getting ATHENA up to date and Genji and Hanzo are in Japan and will be coming home in a week or so. And Angela was off helping out at an outbreak of E-coli in Africa. Therefore Jesse is the only person who is free to take up the mission.  Buckling the last strap on his prosthetic arm he sat up and got dressed into his outdated cowboy getup. before he stepped out the door he put on his trusty BAMF belt buckle and placed his Stetson on his head. walking out he walked down the hall toward the garage the only sound being the jingling of his spurs and the rustle of his seraph. Taking off his stetson and running a hand through his hair he walked into the hanger, the smell of oil and fuel making him scrunch up his nose. An old jeep cacked in dry mud stood in the middle of the garage. Looking around showed that this was the only car he would be able to use. The only other operable machine in the hanger was an old ham radio that Jesse is sure is now a priceless antique. Grunting he walked over to the dirty beat up jeep and jumped into the driver's seat. The seat was springy and creaked when he jumped in the leather dashboard was scratched and had Greece stains on it. The wheel had fallen out a long time ago and so Winston had created a makeshift plastic one that looks about ready to fall apart. The back seats didn't fare any better. mainly because there were none. The back had no seats and in their place were plastic crates broken up to resemble a chair and drilled to the floor of the jeep. Sighing he took the jeeps key out of his pant pocket and inserted it turning on the jeep. pressing a wireless remote taped to the roof of the car the hanger door opened showing a dirt road leading to the outside town near the base. Turning the car he started down the road and brought up navigation on his phone, Typing in the coordinates he was given. letting the auto-generated women's voice direct him where to go he recalled the debriefing he was given before setting out. When he got there he was supposed to kill any hostiles download any information that might be useful and neutralize and experiments that were going on. He will be given 3 days to complete his mission and if he doesn't return in that allotted time he will be written down as MIA. After a few minutes of driving on dirt roads and having trees pass him on either side, he hit the road and turned onto a back road with two lanes and the trees thinned out to farmland with cows grazing on one side and corn stalks ready to be harvested on the other.  Soon enough a small town showed up in front of him with a few people milling about. Lookin down at the dash the gas meter showed 4 gallons left. Cursing under his breathe he shot profanity-filled sentences at the car he was only another hour or so drive away from his missions location and the jeep just had to be refiled now that he was so close. he turned off the road and into the town slowing down and turning into a gas station. Turning the key to the engine he turned off the car and got out hearing the crunch of gravel as his boots hit the ground. The AC in the car had broken down 30 minutes into the drive and had started only sputtering out cold air. The air around his nipped at his face and hands promising a cold night and a miserable drive with no warm air. Sighing He walked around the car and to the gas pump. opening a plate in his arm he pulled out his Watch issued credit card but stopped when he noticed a white sign hanging off the pump that says. *Please go inside and buy gas before pumping gas*. Furrowing his brow in puzzlement he put his card back into his arm closing the hatch hiding his card and walked back around his car and to the gas station's door. The whole way pleading with every deity out there that no one would recognize him from his wanted posters and call him out; thinking to himself that wearing his getup was not a good idea. Opening the door the jingle of the doors bell and the smell of greased up hotdogs and stale chips greeted him. standing in the doorway his gaze flitted around showing that he was the only patron in the store and the only other person here was the cashier a pudgy middle-aged man in overalls and gardening gloves sitting on a stool. Letting out a breathe Jesse didn't know he was holding he let his shoulders relax and walked over to the counter.

“Hey there Sir. I’m gonna need to gas up and that sign out there say ta pay first, and I take it this is where I pay?”

With a scowl and patronizing voice, the cashier retorted “ Yea cowboy you pay here. It's 3.50 a gallon, cash no card.”

Meccre’s face fell he hadn’t thought about bringing cash he had only brought a credit card.

The Cashier lowered his brow and slowly let a grim smile slip onto his face. The cashier opened his mouth about to say something but before he could speak, someone behind Jesse spoke.

“Oh come on now Sam don’t be like that you know darn well we have a chip reader in the back.”

Whirling around Jesse looked at who had talked. Infront of him stood a stout middle ages women with graying hair, and in her hands was an old chip reader that had a sticky note taped to it saying credit card only”

Smiling Jesse said, “Why thak’ya miss I’m mighty obliged”.

With a kind smile, the Miss started forward and said: “Of course son I wouldn't want to turn down a promising customer.”

She got next to Jesse in front of the counter and plugged the chip reader into an electric socket below the counter.

Sam Scowled and glared at Jesse. Throwing out his hand he declared “Card!”

Jesse rolled back the plate on his arm again and pulled out his card. He put it into the chip reader and paid for the gas. Smiling at the kind women he pulled the card back out once the chip reader beeped and placed it back in his arm. The women gave him a smile back but...for some reason this time the smile looked a menacing and sly sending a shiver down Jesse’s spine. brushing off the women's look as just an overreaction from a brain that's been driving on a lonely road for the past 9 hours he walked back outside with the jingle of the doorbells signaling he left behind him. Quickly pumping the gas he hopped back into the jeep and was surprised to find the AC turned on and pumping in the hot air he had desperately hoped for a few miles back. He was perplexed as to how the AC magically got fixed in the short time he had been in the store and out pumping gas but hey he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Turning out the of the gas station parking lot he went back onto the road but soon the air in the car started to get stale and thick and the temperature stifling hot. leaning over he turned down the air to 70 trying to bring the temp down to a normal range again. The AC switched and started bringing in cold air but the air just kept on getting thicker and the sounds of the engine were getting muffled as if cotton was in his ears. His vision was starting to blur and his head bobbed. His thoughts kept drifting and for a second he had the notion to slow down and get out and breath in the fresh air outside the thought was swept aside with a new wave of exhaustion overtook him. his feet felt like lead and his foot went lax against his will making the gas petal floor. He was speeding down the two-lane road eyesight blurry sounds muffled and unable to move. Soon enough his head hit the makeshift steering wheel because he doesn't have enough energy to keep it straight. His conscious started to drift in and out in and out in and out. He slowly spiraled down the blackness at the corners of his vision started to move and creep closer a choked sob left Jesse's mouth fear spiked through his veins but the darkness soon overtook him and he drifted off into unconsciousness but before delving completely into unconsciousness he felt and barely heard the screeching of tiers and the jeep impact with something on the road. and then b l a c k n e s s