The two of them were going on a simple mission. It would have been easy enough, get in, shoot some people and leave. Their intel was wrong though.
Hanzo and Mccree walked side by side, both of their steps quiet as to not alert the enemies.
"You go up an' take care of the two of them up there. There should be a window to downstairs an' then you can help me out." Ordered Mccree, his accent thick.
Hanzo nodded and felt his long yellow ribbon flick him on the back. They split ways, Hanzo lightly treading up the stairs and Mccree waiting to go in.
Hanzo let an arrow fly and hit one of the guys in the back, crimson staining his shirt. Before he could fully fall back and alert his companion, Hanzo let another arrow go flying into him.
"It is clear up here, wait one minute." whispered Hanzo into his comm.
He walked towards a tall window, the pale paint around it old and crackling. Hanzo prepared an arrow as he looked down at the men.
"Shit." muttered Hanzo as he saw a large group of bandits down there, all sitting at dark tables eating food.
"What is it? Are you ok?" asked Mccree through the comm, worry clear in the whisper.
"I am fine, but we got wrong intel. There are atleast 30 bandits, not 15." explained Hanzo, anger making his voice slightly sharp.
"Well, nothin' we can't handle, right darlin'?" teased Mccree, his voice giving away the fact that he was grinning.
Hanzo's lips twitched upwards as his eyes went warm, as they tended to do around Mccree. Drawing back an arrow, he let it fly just as he told Jesse to enter.
Shots were fired left and right from both sides. Mccree let out six shots before taking cover behind a pillar, Hanzo letting out a stream of arrows. One by one, people were dropping dead.
Jesse quickly reloaded his gun and peeked over the side of the pillar. He then quickly let out three shots and saw that the number was down to 10. Letting out three more shots, he grinned as he reloaded. He rolled over behind an upturned wooden table and crouched to shoot.
Three more shots and suddenly Jesse felt a pain erupt in his ribs and he went sprawling backwards. He heard Hanzo scream his name as he writhed on the floor, his hands tense as they hovered over the wound.
Suddenly he felt a hand grab his own and he looked up to see a worried Hanzo.
"Jesse! Are you okay?" asked Hanzo, worry clear as day on his face.
"I-I wi--" he began before he began coughing harshly,a dangerous rattle sounding every time he did so. Blood spilled onto his chin, the taste of metal strong in his mouth.
The last thing he heard was more footsteps and ten he passed out.
Hanzo was sitting with Jesse's head on his lap, a hand running through his hair. He glared at the few more bandits who came running in and, without needing to say anything, his dragons were off.
Hanzo picked Jesse up bridal style and kissed him as he began walking towards the jet again, screams echoing behind him.
