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pullmeoutalive2016-07-18 07:28 pm
twelveoclock) wrote in pullmeoutalive2016-07-18 07:28 pm
a bird and a cowboy walk into a bar
[ Overwatch's ranks aren't quite what they used to be. With that being the case, there aren't exactly a whole lot of people they can send to check things out when something weird happens. As one of the few black ops guys who stuck around, McCree winds up being that guy a lot.
This latest mission takes him to the Pacific Northwest, which isn't McCree's favorite spot in the world considering he is very much a creature of the desert, but it could be worse. He's been tasked with checking out an old warehouse on the waterfront after some kind of anomaly. He's not too sure on the details, but Winston had spouted a lot of technobabble- dimensional distortion, multimodal reflection sorting, blah blah science- and McCree basically came away from the briefing retaining "go in there and see if you find anything". He could do that, at least.
He lets himself into the place via a second-story window, and eases onto the catwalk that encircles the perimeter of the inside of the warehouse. The place is nearly empty, aside from a few stacks of forgotten crates, and copious amounts of dust and cobwebs. It's edging up on dusk, so it's getting difficult to see, but McCree would rather play it safe than just shining a flashlight around willy-nilly. He slinks around on the catwalk, trying to use the quickly fading daylight to spot any sign of movement below. ]
This latest mission takes him to the Pacific Northwest, which isn't McCree's favorite spot in the world considering he is very much a creature of the desert, but it could be worse. He's been tasked with checking out an old warehouse on the waterfront after some kind of anomaly. He's not too sure on the details, but Winston had spouted a lot of technobabble- dimensional distortion, multimodal reflection sorting, blah blah science- and McCree basically came away from the briefing retaining "go in there and see if you find anything". He could do that, at least.
He lets himself into the place via a second-story window, and eases onto the catwalk that encircles the perimeter of the inside of the warehouse. The place is nearly empty, aside from a few stacks of forgotten crates, and copious amounts of dust and cobwebs. It's edging up on dusk, so it's getting difficult to see, but McCree would rather play it safe than just shining a flashlight around willy-nilly. He slinks around on the catwalk, trying to use the quickly fading daylight to spot any sign of movement below. ]
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He snags a flashlight from his belt with his mechanical hand, clicking it on. ]
You seriously have a sword?
[ And now that he gets a better look- that sure is real armor. ] D’you even know where ya are?
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Of course I have a sword. What am I, a barbarian?
[ though she does wonder for a moment what that thing in his hand is. a... lantern? it's not fire, is it? ]
Kirkwall? Orlais? Maker, don't tell me I'm in Adamant still. That would just be the cherry on top of this mess.
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