"Have you lost your mind?!"
“No. We ain’t gettin’ outta here t’gether, y’know that.”
He’s clutching his leg with one hand, the bandana tied around it doing little to stem the blood soaking through his jeans. Peacekeeper on his lap as the other digs into his pouches and pockets, finding every last bullet he has on him and piling them into his hat.
“I can give ya five minutes. Yer th’ only damn one left t’get that drive an’ get outta here with it. I can’t make it over th’ wall, Genji’s down a leg an’ Lena has t’ fly th’ plane. We’re so damn close, we gotta get it.”
The now bloody hand joins his metal one in snapping together speedloaders, three of them and a half a forth. Twenty one bullets. He could work with that. It took long enough that Hanzo shifted closer, hissing “McCree!” In his ear. There were footsteps, and he set his mouth in a firm line. Using Hanzo as a brace to stand up, tightening the serape around his shoulders and clapping his hat on his head.
“Go on, darlin’, git. Jus’ remember t’ come back fer me, alright?”
Now the footsteps are a cascade of sound thumping over the floor. He knows his armor can save him, just like he knows that against this many people? More than likely it won’t be able to. Not that that matters, what does is that he’s pushing the archer towards the window, and when he hesitates pulling him into a rushed, fervent kiss. “I mean it, go. Come back when ya can, I’ll be waitin’.”
There’s a curse as Hanzo hefts his bow on his shoulder and darts up the wall and out the window seconds before the door crashes open and whatever counts as flunkies around here flood in. Jesse takes a deep breath, leveling his gun and flashing red around the room with a satisfied grimace.
“It’s High Noon.”
That damn data better be worth it.
