Overwatch Oneshots! {Open/Kinda/}

8. McCree x Fem!Reader

   
Credits to Image: User619 - Lord. He is handsome.
    Title: See me again? Please?

    Rating: PG-13 For content may not be appropriate for children under 13
    Character Name: Cara, meaning friend in Irish.

    Requested By: Engierenna13 first, and then Splahy_42 ~ Because everyone needs a little bit of Jesse in their lives ;)

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    "You sure you want me rustlin' this pretty girl's schedule?" McCree asked with an eyebrow raised, glaring at the photo in his hand. It was a photo of you with a gleaming smile, leaning next to a man that was bloody.....and missing an eyeball. The older man laughed in his chair, his cackles becoming fairly loud. McCree set your photo back onto the desk and puffed on his cigar.
    "McCree! You've got to kill her or take her if you wanna get the money. Plain and simple!" He said with a grin, leaning back and holding his hands together. McCree sighed and tilted his hat.
    " 'Course. But, I've gotta ask. How much am I gettin' paid for this?" The man gave a mischievous grin.
    "1.3 Million for her to be alive. 900 Grand for her dead carcass."
    "Consider it done." Jesse said as he turned to the door. "I'll be back before ya'll know it."
   
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    "Get that damn girl!" One of the men yelled, firing at you from above. You couldn't help but to chuckle. For supposed 'Law Enforcement', they sure as hell didn't live up to the name. Ah, how easy your job was that day. It was like stealing candy from a baby, although you surely wouldn't do that in all reality. It was fun working alone, a 'mercenary', a lone 'Talon soldier' one called you. But you denied this, for your work was your own. You called the shots, and you carried through on your own just fine. So many tried to recruit you as well, which you found to be insanely annoying. Solo businesses, special ops, you name it.

You turned around and spotted a sniper on a cliff, so you hurriedly jumped down into cover to dodge the bullets. You cursed under your breath and did a head count of your followers. Two....three....four....six counting the sniper. You were quite pinned down. Now, there were times where you found working alone, to be, extremely difficult. No one to call for help, and no one to honestly care if you got shot.

You were aware of the many bounties put on you, hence why the law enforcement decided it would be a good idea to chase after you.
    'Heh, if only they were good at doing so.' You thought to yourself with a small smile. You pulled out your magazine to check the bullets in your gun. You found that counting your bullets really helped, so you didn't look like an absolute idiot when trying to shoot without any ammunition. It seemed you had 9. Not good, but not bad. You could do just fine. You quickly aimed down your gun at the men and took in a quick breath. Then, you pulled.
Bullseye.

The men looked at the soldier drop, then they returned fire.
Like flies, the men dropped. Even one of them ended up shooting, but had no bullets emerge from their weapon. You giggled a little bit and spoke before shooting him down.
"Looks like someone didn't count their bullets."

Three, bullet.
Two left, another bullet.
Just one more man left...
You aimed down and pulled the trigger.

No more. At least, that's what you thought. You didn't even hear the man approach!
"Why, hello there~." Came a voice from behind you. You quickly turned and swung your fist so it collided with his face, making him stagger back. He spat out a bit of blood and looked at you.
"Damn! Little girl's got a swing, huh?" You aimed your weapon at him.
"Who the hell are you?!" You asked with a yell. He put his hands up and gave you a smirk, tilting his hat in the slightest.
"The name's McCree, missy."
"Why are you here?!" He edged toward you as you spoke, but you were unaware of that.