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It’s possible that McCree hadn’t even thought the words had slipped out. He had been firing away, emptying his clip over and over, until he felt it. The villains were no longer their enemy, they were the heroes, and Jesse was fighting with all his might to take down as many as he can. His shots hit their mark every time, but he is shaking just a bit when the lull hits.

He is fighting to reload when he feels the hand press tight into his. He blinks up at Jami, completely confused until they are away from everyone. He can see Jami, can feel his hands gentle on either side of his head. He wonders for a moment that he is tied to the present why Jami cares so much to leave people he had known longer in closer known danger. But soon enough, his eyes are going dazed and all he hears is shouting. Shouting so close it made his ears ring. He swallows harshly, tearing himself away from hands, needing to get away from the sound. He ends up to a wall on the ground, bringing his knees up. The shouting is still there, yelling and screaming about his slip. His mistake. His stupidity. 

He is shaking, but he is trying to reload again. Trying to finish the job before setting aside his weapon. “I did it right.” he whispers more to himself, shifting his hand to shift the hat on his head until it is perched dangerously close to falling.

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Zenyatta wobbles up to Junkrat and hugs him. “Sssh, sssh, ish okay, you are… you are… going to be fine… I do not… really care tha ya haaate omnics… jusht jusht let me heal yer souuul.” 

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“How you can use your bombs as a....a springboard of sorts to go flying looks like so much fun, I vant to try! I vant to try!” 

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Number of shots: 10

The doctor gave a shrug before downing two more. Lord have mercy on...well, Mercy. She giggled at nothing in particular, resting her head on the table after a moment. “Zu einfach.” She would know the true meaning of ‘regret’ come morning time. 

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 The fight had been leaking further and further out from the epicenter as the bay went on. This put stress on the team, as not every part of the city was evacuated. It was obvious that the terrorists knew this, as they began a more stealthy approached, fleeing into nearby buildings in an attempt to slip into the population. Stealth was not the junker’s strong suit. When you’re using explosives it’s difficult not to give away your location. Still, he had his bear traps, and if he could stick with another team mate who’d be able to shoot, they could be pretty effective. Unfortunately, he’d gotten separated, their task force spread too thin. Now he was on his own, weaving his way through a building that looked to be a resort of some sort. He was telling people they needed to leave, that it wasn’t safe. When Jami reached the second floor, he cause sight of a woman down the hall and started towards her. “Oi, y'cant be here. It ain’t safe. If y'got somewhere t'go I suggest-” He felt his words fall as the barrel of a gun peaked around the corner at the end of the hall. Grabbing the woman, he pulled them into an adjacent room. She began to speak, but he shoved his hand over her mouth. Locking eyes with her, he brought a metal finger to his lips, straining to hear. Eyes flashing away from her, he listened to the footsteps pass them slowly.

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Growling softly at her attacker, she listened to her surroundings counting out the foot steps and navigation pattern of the terrorists. The stealthy little magician had finally managed round up a number of terrorists to follow after her so she could finally make do with them. Unfortunately her plan was foiled by the loud Junker she tried to maneuver them around. 

Turning her attention back to the junker she scowled annoyed with his sudden actions, visibly agitated by him. She was a petite young woman with short black pixie like hair that flared out at the sides and her tanned skin painted in soot and ash, making her appear at bit dirty and ragged. She wore a tight black and white tail coat with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, making the prosthetic hand on her left arm quite visible. 

“What do you think your doin clonking around this place huh?” She hissed in a hushed tone gesturing to to his leg.  “I almost had them until you snatched me up like that. Do you know how hard it was to round them up with you stomping around?” 

[itshighnoon-somewhere]

Second Chances

Egypt was a veritable battleground over the past few days. Terrorist activity was quick to be intercepted by the supranational strike-team. It was almost like a comic book, or a cartoon. The counter-attack was bloody, but usually done in such a flagrant way. They presented themselves as getting things done quickly, being the best of the best, having operatives for every single situation out there. Most of them weren’t veterans like Jesse, who’d remained cool under pressure, ever since the Deadlock days.

The terrorists were numerous, mostly human around these parts. It was really hard to tell, any more. The factions for omnics, against omnics, pro-human, anti-human; they were brutally violent, and often careless as to what they did, who they could’ve harmed or how much damage they would do that wasn’t even in the name of their goal, and in fact endemic to it.

Today, he worked with Jamison Fawkes. The group wasn’t large enough to warrant anything bigger. The synchronizing strengths and weaknesses worked, too. For every man that Jesse dropped with a smoking .44, a couple would be blown up by indiscriminate fire, chased away by howling laughter that somehow managed to crescendo over the sounds of plasma cracking, firing across the field.

They seemed endless, though, and there was only so much ammunition dropped down inside of a white supply crate. Jingling bombs sat with bandoliers of speed-loaders. Over the course of an hour, nobody made any ground, and terrorists were put to rout. The cowboy crouched to reload, check the condition of his gun, the hammer...

His head perked when he heard a loud ‘ting!’, signaling the lack of rounds for his teammate’s makeshift weapon.

“That one, get him!”

If he was paired with anybody else, Jamison would’ve been dead. A group of four, the final squad amidst the sea of corpses charged forth, acquiring their target. Just as quickly as they rose their weapons up, stocks against their shoulders, the gunslinger demonstrated his famous deadeye. The barrel of his peacekeeper smoked after the rapid shots. The closest combatant, brandishing a shotgun, dropped just in front of Jamison.

“You okay, kid?!” He called out, jogging over to his position across the way to answer his own question, verify that they didn’t lose an important operative.

“Shoot, that was a close one, but I think we pulled out.”

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Hana had been changing, half dressed when Junkrat barged into her room. She just stared at him for a moment, wide eyed before she responded.

“What, dude? No one ever taught you to knock?”

She was used to changing in front of those she fought beside, the barracks in the army having little room for privacy, so the only thing that had phased her was the suddenness of his appearance. She rolled her eyes and continued undressing, just wanting to change into casual clothes after the battle. 

“What did you need, Jamie?”

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"Sleepin' on y'r desk totally doesn't count."

Mercy woke at his words, a paper stuck to her face. Breaks for her had been very slight lately, and it was really taking it’s toll on the good doctor. Dark bags hung under her eyes like slept in mascara. Her blue eyes had lost most of their shine with her exhaustion, and Angela couldn’t hold back the yawn that came from her lips. “What time is it. . ?”