"Agent Jesse McCree, please report to Winston's office. There is official business needing to be taken care of."
Jesse groaned at the sound of Athena's voice waking him up at God knows what hour. 9 a.m? Too early for a weekend. What did she say? Official business? Dammit.
He trudged up to Winston's office on the far side of the base and scratched at his beard. He needed to shave. "Winston! You called me in here for some damn reason so it best be a good one."
"Come in McCree, I'm afraid that this business is not something that we can look over so easily." Winston's voice had a hint of hesitation, a hint of avoidance.
"What's up Winston? Something wrong?" McCree's voice went soft with concern, the rough southern drawl melting away.
He took a deep breath and then spoke. "In Arizona , there are officials asking for a DNA sample to confirm whether or not an orphaned child is actually...not an orphan."
It took a minute for McCree to think before he started to laugh. "You're kiddin me right Winston? I mean, I know I had a habit of sleeping around a while ago, but I always did it the right way partner, ain't no way in hell that I got a kid somewhere."
"Alright then you won't mind taking a paternity test to see whether or not you are the father of this boy." Winston said, handing the package to McCree.
"Hmph, If this is some weird trick to arrest me, then I'm blaming you Winston."
"I promise no tricks of the sort. Dismissed McCree."
He was tempted to stick his tongue out as he was leaving, but he decided to save it for another day.
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Markus Alvaros, Or Just Alvaros
FanfictionMarkus Alvaros lived a peaceful life in southern Arizona with his mother and grandfather before they both passed away, and through social services, finds out that his father is the famed vigilante and merc, Jesse McCree. Although Markus is relieved...
