Nothing ever happened in Santa Fe, nothing notable anyways. The City of Firsts, a quiet town where people began their lives or spent their lives aimlessly. Jesse 'McCree' Reyes learned this a long time ago, most likely from his dad. Stubborn as a mule, and not the type of person to just pack up and leave. His dad had grown up only a block away from where they currently lived and went to the exact same schools his children went to. When asked why he didn't move or even consider living anywhere else, he simply replied that he had nowhere else to go. Just like most the people born there.

Jesse had plenty of places to go. He wanted to explore the winding streets of Los Angeles, ride across the open plains of Wyoming, trek the jungle city that was New York, and even endure the heat and danger that lurked in Florida. Sure he had nothing waiting for him there, relatives or otherwise, but he'd make do. He just wished he could escape the ever-compressing walls of Santa Fe.

Cool air rushed in from the window, a rare feeling in the blazing desert. The sun had already dipped far beyond the horizon; animals from the desert started to chirp and chatter as they grew more active. Jesse laid on the small couch, his legs sprawling out over the side. His trusty hat covered his face, layered with the scent of worn fur and smoke. His sister was on the matching chair next to him curled into a ball. She was doing something on her laptop and cackling, a daily occurrence. Jesse was still stumped as to how his sister could be so enveloped in her technology when they literally lived on the edge of not one-but THREE-ranches. She could have taken up farming or horseback riding, but she chose the one activity no one else in the city had a knack for, save for her robotics team.

Their tiny home fit snugly onto the square of land they owned. There was a barn that occupied the very upper hand right corner of the plot, but they didn't own any animals to fill the space. Jesse and his dad used it as a shooting range, the floorboards and walls were riddled with bullets. He was only allowed to shoot when his father was around since he wasn't seen as the most responsible type. His trusty gun, Peacekeeper, was always held under firm lock and key by his pops.

Jesse stirred only slightly when his dad opened the front door and stepped inside. He heard soft footsteps, not exactly sure where his dad was in the room, and was suddenly smacked in the face through his hat.

"HOLY MOTHER OF- WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Jesse shot up and snatched his hat down defensively.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Gabriel Reyes' voice could freeze a man's blood and his eyes could cut like daggers; his scorn was not overlooked by the teen. Jesse took a few mental steps back, scouring his mind. He realized after a few seconds,

"Oh shit"

"Oh shit is right." Gabriel's face pinched with anger, "I told you to pick me up at five at town hall. Jesse do you know what time it is?"

"Umm, not... five?"

If only looks could kill, Gabe would have slaughtered him senseless, "I'm this close to locking you both in the basement and not letting you out for a week, comprende?"

"Hey, why was I dragged into this?" His sister shot up from her screen, "I'm not the one who acted like a huge pinche idiota-"

"Language." Gabriel seethed through gritted teeth.

"Sombra if I'm going down, I'm taking you with me." Jesse teased.

Gabriel sighed, pushed Jesse's legs off the side of the couch and sat down next to him. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Something was off.

"What's up? How did the meeting go?" Jesse didn't want to prod him too much, but he'd rather not leave things unsaid.

"Horrible, as always," Gabe started, "but just extra shitty today. Half the men were late, and one of them resigned."

"Who?"

"Manolo."

"Ugh, figures." Jesse knew all the gossip from his dad's 'club'. They were a very large group of men and women from around the city would get together and try to make the area safer from the animals. Coyotes were a huge problem, but so were some predatory birds and other critters.

"But we got another issue," Gabe started, "the Manchesters are moving away.

Sombra almost threw her laptop across the room, "The Manchesters? Seriously? They couldn't even bare being here for a year?"

"Pretty much, they're sick of how small everything is in comparison to where they've previously lived," Gabe got up from the couch and moved into the kitchen, "they're moving up to Sacramento I think, maybe Santa Rosa, I don't remember."

Jesse turned back onto the couch, stretching himself out, "I don't get it, what's the problem?"

"The what?" Gave stuck his head back out from the worn wood doorframe to the kitchen.

"You said it was an issue, but you never said why,"

"Oh," Gabe stood in the doorway, "well they were a part of a group at the high school that houses foreign students, and now the group has an opening."

"Yeah, still not seeing how this is an issue."

"The council that runs it recommended our family to join."

Confused, Sombra looked up from her tech, "Wait what."