Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Jesse McCree- Train (a)

"Take off the necklace and put it in the bag." You pushed the barrel of the revolver into the neck of the elderly woman, she slowly took off her bejewelled necklace and placed it in the small burlap sack you had presented her with. It wasn't often you got to hijack a train packed to the brim of people quite this affluent so you had to make the most of it.

Making your way through the carriages of the old-fashioned train you cleared the suckers out, you checked the sack before opening the sliding door to the next carriage. Two necklaces, 16 rings, a few wallets and purses, not a bad haul with most of the train still to go.

You slid the door open before getting ready to shout your pre-planned speech, slowly you strolled in, revolver in the air, your heels clicking on the floor.

"Okay everybody, here's the deal, this is a- what the fuck." Somebody was already holding up the train... What the fuck. This never happens, you pointed your gun at the other coach robber, his large brimmed hat protecting his face and his scarlet poncho draped along his back.

"Who the fuck are you?"

He tilted his head up and placed his hand on the large gun seated on his hip, he flicked his hat up to reveal a pair of determined eyes.

"The names McCree, I think you'll find this is my train so if you could just take a seat over there and I'll get to you in a minute." He turned and continued to instruct people to hand over their goods.

You quickly walked over to him and pushed the barrel of your gun under the bearded crook of his neck. "I don't fucking think so bud, this is my train, you'll get off on the next stop if you'll get off in a fucking body bag. Do you understand me?"

McCree chuckled, a large cigar was hanging out of his mouth, he took it out and inspected it before tapping ash onto the floor.

"You may not want to do that." You looked down, his fingers twitching around the gun at his hip. "You see, I don't respond well to threats."

Your hand started to shake and your voice trembled as you pushed the gun further into his neck and pulled back the hammer.

"Well I don't do well to people taking my fucking train."

McCree let out a long sigh and inhaled deeply on his cigar.

"Well fine, have it your way, ladies and gentleman of this wonderful locomotive, I'm sorry for any delays this may cause, this punk needs to be taught a lesson. Before you knew it, your gun had been smacked into the air, McCree had rolled backwards and had landed three shots on you in a split second. One on your chest, one in your shoulder and one smack bang in the middle of your head.

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Written by Aaron.