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Hollywood. He hated Hollywood.

Nothing but a bunch of washed up dogs trying to make a quick buck if you asked McCree. As irritated as he was to be here, it would act as the next location for his latest mission. He’d been hesitant to rejoin the organization. Even now, the anachronistic gunslinger was skeptical of his place in it’s reorganized ranks. If anything, this was more of an acquaintanceship. He wouldn’t declare his association outright, as that undoubtedly might cause uproar within the elements. The man wasn’t exactly a welcomed face. Many believed he was directly involved with rogue elements within Blackwatch, Overwatch’s former special ops division. Course, they didn’t know the full story, and half the time he didn’t bother to grace them with the truth. To say he’d even fully aligned himself with Overwatch again would be something reminiscent of inaccurate.

So, if only to make certain he could do some good and get some food in his belly, he was here. A part of him felt his skills were being put to waste. After all, the man was trained to be a cold-blooded killer destined for the nastiest missions, but, as it stands, he was demoted to body guard. Again, yes - this was for the greater good. Whoever he was waiting for was a celebrity symbol to the people, both human and omnic alike. He tore down barriers and brought up issues, he rattled and belittled Talon in his works. If he went down; he’d die a martyr, but the world would lose a little more hope. At least, that’s what McCree read in the report. Never did fancy all these recent films; he was more a man of the past, watching old cowboy shows featuring John Wayne. Stuff like Bonanza and Tombstone were more entertaining for him. Hell, he even loved M.A.S.H. Not that he watched a whole lot of television, but every now and then when he found himself in a quiet bar, he’d change the channel to suit his fancy.

He was early, and slightly agitated at the fact. The director wasn’t here yet, neither was the partner McCree was assigned - who, was still a mystery to him which only added further to his agitation. It was a late assignment deal, so he hadn’t had time for briefing. Now he was left in the dark wondering if he’d be paired with a veteran, like himself, or some green-thorn who could hardly lace up his own boots.