March 17 2064 Place: Route 66 Time: 11:67
I was with my old gang, the Deadlock gang. Back then I had two arms. I still miss my left one. We rode on motorcycles to the bar where this private force had plans. We learnt the name and plans. Plans were to build a bomb for the Omnic Crisis. We didn't like how the authorities decided NOW to take care of it, so we made off with the plans so we could build it ourselves. We were riding off, soon enough, Overwatch 'n Blackwatch Operatives began chase, we had axed off the guards there. We found ourselves getting caught, my bike's tires went first, I lost control and crashed, feeling consciousness slip outta my mind, when I came to, I felt the weight of my bike on my cracked ribs. I saw a woman, blonde, all in white, with wings..? I tried calling for help, for my gang, they never came. They left me. She noticed me and walked quick 'n firm toward me, heels clicking on tarmac.
She looked over me with a stern look in her face, yet a concerned one in her eyes. I saw her grimace at my state. She called for her team, to where a dude with a goatee and dual shotguns came along and simply pulled the bike offa me and walked away, grumbling to himself. The lady helped me up and guided me to a VTOL. It was hard, but I managed to get in n' she lay me down on a surgical table or somethin' like that. In the VTOL, there was the blonde, dual shotgunner, then, there was Overwatch. There was a dude, blonde, ripped, and he had this, pulse rifle. Many others, I couldn't count, but I was healed up, cuffed and slung into prison. I rocked the jumpsuit, Heh. I got beat pretty bad for 3 days straight, not breakin' a bone. Day 3, I was getting used to it when one day, the shotgunner took me from my cell and sat me in a dark room.
"Let's see..." he said, looking through files. "Jesse McCree? we'd like to offer up a proposition, you can either stay in jail, or work with us." I obviously took choice two. "Good, welcome to Blackwatch. I'm Gabriel Reyes, the leader of this group."