Jul 18, 2016
@chronalacceleratorbound liked for a starter!
Ducking behind cover, McCree reflected on what a small world it really was these days. While he’d come across the occasional former Overwatch operative since his departure from the organization, the encounters were always fleeting. Most of them were keen to stay out of the public light, although the craving for the old life could still get to you. Since Winston’s call, however, the meetings were growing more frequent, as well as more eventful.
McCree raised his voice over the staccato of gunfire, mindful of his manners even under a hail of bullets.
“Miss Lena, it has been a dog’s age! I don’t suppose you’d care to catch up a bit after we finish with these countrified fellows?”
