Redemption From Resemblance (McHanzo)

Shop 'Til You... Are Broke

The train ride had been longer than they wanted, having stayed in the car for another thirteen hours. Their stops were brief and thankfully, no one attacked the train seeking to rob those with money and jewels. Between the two, they managed to eat most of the snacks and drank three of the seven bottles of water Hanzo bought. It was already apparent they would need to buy more supplies before sneaking onto the boat, but their first task was sneaking off of the train. McCree had warned Hanzo that the attempt to leave would be harder than getting on. Hanzo had brought up the many times McCree had walked away from sneaking onto trains, but it was met with a wry laugh and the confession that the staff on the train let him walk away. Saving trains from thieves and making sure no one dies tends to make working staff a lot less hostile when you don't have a ticket. Hanzo could only huff and prepare to try and get past security undetected. A simple feat for him, but he knows McCree doesn't have the best track record when it comes to people who work for the law.

He wasn't a wanted man for nothing (even if it was mostly for things he didn't do, as previously stated).

They wait behind piles of bags that had both dwindled and grown with the three stops they made, feeling the train ease into the station and finally stop. First voices, then the sound of someone unlocking the doors with the keypad. The light that poured in the moment the doors slid open temporarily blinded the two, wincing as their eyes strained to adjust to the sudden brightness. One thing McCree never enjoyed when he snuck into the cars instead of opting for the roof, was how dark the train cars were compared to outside. It always felt like he had used a softer version of Deadeye when he was finally about to get off.

When their eyes stopped burning and they saw a clearing of the staff, McCree motioned for them to move. Hanzo followed behind the man, eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure no one was looking their way. So far so good. They managed to quickly find a single stall bathroom, running inside and locking the door. McCree audibly sighed and his shoulders sagged once he felt they were safe enough for the moment. They already had a bit of a plan going as far as reaching the docks where they would find the boat they needed to sneak onto, but neither were sure how smoothly that would go. It was also decided that they would have to forgo finding a place to clean themselves and their still dirty clothes, something Hanzo was practically steaming with anger about, but would accept anyway. McCree already had a solution.

"So from what I remember, ships can take at least one ta two weeks, mainly dependin' on weather and how big it is. That means we need ta buy enough stuff ta last us the entire trip. Includin' some new clothes." Hanzo nodded, thinking changing was better than keeping on their current garments any longer. It's not like he wasn't used to going days before washing whatever clothing he had with him, but even then he still managed to find ways to get them clean, be it a machine in a hotel or a river in the woods. He just hoped they had enough money to buy everything that they would need.

"I assume you know where to go from here." He should hope that McCree does since the United States was practically foreign territory to Hanzo. So far, every place he's been to, both on this mission and the previous few, looked the same, and he wouldn't be able to tell one building from the other without proper guidance. The gunslinger has proven to be capable enough since their loss of the carrier and being stranded across the ocean.

"First stop once we get outta here is a clothin' store. Hopefully we find somethin' cheap. Next is supplies, food and drinks, bags ta carry it all, and we might have enough for ice packs. It'll depend on how much we're willin' ta spend." Hanzo grunted, scowling at a cockroach crawling along the bathroom floor.

"Your knowledge of all this is still surprising to me." McCree chuckles, looking away from the archer and towards the mirror that seems to have a small crack in one of the corners.