A Dead Cowboy || Semi/Selective-Open
"Howdy." He spoke darkly, smile wide a vicious. His outfit darkened a few times, his metal arm had been turned sleeker, obviously more sophisticated. Poncho gone, letting his arm be out in its full glory and much further up than it had once been towards the end of his time in BlackWatch. "Been a while." He pulls his gun out in the blink of an eye and holds a dark expression. "Why don't ya have a seat while I let me friends here take what they like." Talon agents swarm. Jesse wasn't alone, he wasn't dead either. No he didn't die when Overwatch was take down way back when. He was alive, well and a Talon agent.













