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Ray has appeared! What to do?

Act cool

Do "it"

Throw salt

Make them mine 

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Overwatch Drabble - McCree

From “Watch Over Me - Chapter 6″ Tagging: @redghoulslinger

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to pop right out of my chest. It's like Reaper and Talon breaking into Winston's lab all over again! I watched my breathing, making sure it wasn't too loud for the members of the Deadlock gang to hear.

"I can't believe this," one of them barked. "How in the Sam Hill do you lose a crate of plutonium?!"

"It wasn't our fault," another yelped. "It was your bright idea have us guard it over night instead of just taking it straight back to the train!"

"The cops would have been expecting us to do that, Chopper," their leader talked back. "What's even more embarrassing is that you all got taken out by one dang, gun slingin', showoff!"

"It was dark out there, we had no idea who he was!" another of the gang members defended.

A gun slinger? Could they be talking about McCree? He did mention in his note that he was running on a lead with the Deadlock gang. He must have taken the Plutonium from them!

"I swear, if it's Jesse McCree who pulled that stunt on us, I'll make sure he never see's another sun set," their leader growled.

I listened as his footsteps drew closer to the counter, the squeaks of the stool turning as he took a seat, his lackeys following behind him.

"Oi, Betty, bring up three rounds would ya?" He commanded, looking over at the elderly woman.

"S-Sure thing," she nodded, quickly making her way into the kitchen.

I shuffled slightly in my spot, tucking my knees even closer to my chest, if that was even possible. I glanced over to the side, just barely peeking over at the open window. I saw Tracer poke her head up ever so slightly, spotting me. She signalled for me to stay quiet and lay low before giving me a thumbs up as she pointed towards the front door.

My best guess was that she was going to attempt a frontal assault? Maybe to buy me some time to escape through the window?

Not really know what else today, I nodded with a slight hesitation. She smiled at me with a wave before ducking back down.

"Hey, Wayne, look at this," I heard Chopper speak. "Someone else was here!"

"What?"

I glanced up, seeing a tiny bit of my glass suddenly move. Uh oh...

"Betty, anyone else in here?" Wayne, their leader asked.

"There hasn't been anyone in here other than y'all for the last... Half hour or so," Betty answered calmly as she placed three beer bottles on the counter, standing next to me.

"Really now?" Wayne questioned.

I suddenly heard munching, followed by, "It still tastes pretty fresh to me," Chopper spoke with his mouth full.

Did he really just eat my sandwich?! Oh no, that is just so gross!

"I hear McCree sometimes frequents this place when he's in town," the other Deadlock gangster spoke up. "Maybe it was 'im!"

"Now Betty, sweet, sweet, Betty," Wayne cooed as he moved away from his seat. "You better not be lying to me, darlin'."

"Now why would I do that?" Betty replied as she began to move to the other side of the counter.

And judging by the footsteps I heard from the other opposite side of the counter, I could make a good guess that Wayne was following her every move. No, wait... Now there were two pairs of footsteps. One of Wayne's cronies must be following her as well.

My mind began to race as my chest and back started heating up. Betty was lying to protect me. Someone she didn't even know, a mere customer! There was a high chance that those jerks might pull something on her. Try to hurt her, or worse yet, kill her in order to get the truth out of her! There just had to be some sort of way I could help her!

I looked over at one of the empty shelves of the counter, noticing a fry pan. I grabbed the handle, pulling out the kitchen utensil as I clutched it in my hands. I slowly began to crawl out of my hiding spot, creeping along the floor as I emerged away from the counter just as Wayne continued speaking.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time, and you better give me an answer I'll like," Wayne threatened, whipping out a pistol and aiming it at Betty. "Where is McCree?"

I suddenly sprang up, sneaking up on Chopper as I whacked him in the back of the head with the fry pan. He coughed out on  "OOF!" before collapsing to the floor. Wayne and the other Deadlock lackey whipped around, spotting me.

"What in the hell is this?" he questioned.

I caught sight of the elderly woman behind them, taking ever so quiet steps away from the pair. I had to think of something to distract them even longer if I want Betty to make a run for it.

"U-Unless you want to end up like your friend here," I stuttered, getting into a stance like a baseball player getting ready to bat. "I suggest you keep away from Ms. Betty, right now."  

Wayne snarled at me, aiming his gun in my direction as I shut my eyes and braced for the incoming bullets. I heard gun fire, and tiny gushes of wind blow by my face. When I opened my eyes, I noticed multiple holes in the frying pan. I looked over at Wayne, the hole of his pistol smoking. The sight startled me so much that I let go of the handle and dropped the frying pan.

"Or... you could do that." I commented.

His lackey pulled out his own pistol, aiming it at me as a way of ordering me to stay where I was. Wayne chuckles at me as he begins to turn his back on me, "Now where were we, Be--", Only to discover that Betty was gone. "What?!"

I smirked at his reaction. While he was firing at me, Betty made a break for it through the back exit of the dinner.

Wayne snarled, sending me a nasty glare as he aimed his gun straight at me and open fired. I tried moving out of the way, but I wasn't too quick enough, as the bullet just barely grazed my upper left arm. I ended up spinning before falling head first to the floor. I hissed at the insanely irritating pain, looking over to see the wound bleeding. I sat up slowly, pushing my free hand against the wound to try and stop of the blood.

As I did so, I heard footstep and when I looked up, Wayne had his gun pointed right at my forehead.

"You've got guts kid, I'll give you that," He spoke. "But you shouldn't have gotten involved."

"Blow her away, Wayne!" His lackey cackled.

If you thought I was terrified before, I was even more so now. Where the heck was Tracer? Doesn't she have some sort of plan?!

I shut my eyes again, waiting for it. I heard a gun shot fire, only I didn't feel any more pain. I opened my eyes to see Wayne's hand gun free. It had been knocked out of his hand, the man shouting a curse word as he grabbed his wrist and took a step back.

A new set of footsteps caught my attention, coming from the entrance of the diner. I looked over to the side to see a man, the hole of his revolver smoking hot. He appeared to be in his late 30's, with slightly tanned skin, messy brown hair with a matching beard and piercing eyes. He wore a light cowboy hat with a yellow and black chest plate with a red poncho overtop, brown leather glove on his right hand and a robotic arm on his left, pants with a belt that had a golden buckle that read "BAMF", and black kicks.  

"Didn't your momma ever tell ya that's no way to treat a lady, Wayne?" he spoke.

"Jesse McCree--!" Wayne hissed.

His lackey brought his fingers to his mouth, whistling loudly. The front door flew open as four more members of the gang entered the diner, blocking the way from the cowboy.

"What'cha gonna do now, McCree?" Wayne teased. "You're surrounded."

He was outnumbered 4 to 1. Well, 6 if I counted Wayne and his lackey. I suddenly felt a gush of wind as I watched a blue blur entered the room through the open window, and Tracer suddenly rammed the two gangsters closest to my location away from me.

"Do it Jesse!" She shouted.

The cowboy flexed his arm out, a grin splattered on his face. "It's high noon."

Within a flash, he whipped around and nailed all four of the Deadlock Gang members behind him! He literally fired his Peacekeeper and just let it rip! He took them all down like that were nothing!

"Whoa," I breathed.

Footsteps once again caught my attention as I watched McCree walk over towards me, kneeling down beside me. "You hanging in there, kid?" He asked, pointing over at my wound.

I nodded slowly, briefly checking the wound before meeting his gaze. "Y-Yeah."

I sat up, stepping behind me as he carefully helped me up from the floor, setting aside on one of the bar stools. He then proceeded towards Tracer who kept guard of Wayne and his partner, who she had tackled into a booth.

They both stirred, pushing themselves out of the seats and collapsing to the floor. Wayne shook off his injury, tilting his head up only to lock eyes with Jesse McCree.

"Unless you want to join your friends, I suggest you two run along all nice like, alright?"

Their skin turning a pale white, Wayne yanked his fellow gang member up from the floor as the two of them squired out, Jesse growling at them as the three of us watched them take their leave, the sounds of their motorcycles fading the farther they drove away.