McCree woke up groggily the next morning to the sound of his alarm clock telling him it was time to get up, and had to resist the urge to hit snooze as he got up and turned it off
The sun was shining brightly through the window, and Jesse could always count on the brilliant view of the ocean to help wake him up in the morning. He got out of bed and yawned, beginning to strip out of his nightclothes. He took a brisk shower that he had forgotten to take last night, and began to put on his standard Blackwatch attire.
And as Jesse walked down to the dining hall for breakfast, he couldn't help but remember the events of the previous evening. He tried to push the memory of Hanzo away as he thought about the possible new recruit and his current condition. He'd need to remind himself to go see them personally after the daily training routines.
Breakfast was fairly uneventful. Jesse was late, as usual, and most people were already out doing their routines. He grabbed himself a small plate of bacon and eggs and a mug of coffee and gulped it down quickly as not to be even more late then he already was.
McCree dashed outside to the training grounds and nearly ran headfirst into Gabriel Reyes, widely known as the commander of Blackwatch and a highly respected man. Jesse could see that the training had already started and a few agents were looking at him as if they were expecting him to burst into flame at any moment. He then found himself staring into smoldering dark eyes full of disappointment and rage.
"Nice of you to drop in." Reyes said coolly, the anger in his eyes not losing their intensity. Some soldiers in the back of the group snickered quietly.
"Since you're here, why don't you help me demonstrate defensive stance B, will you?"
Gabriel didn't wait for an answer as he barraged McCree in a flurry of sickening punches to the gut and ended with a swift low sweep of his leg, knocking him off his feet. Jesse groaned with pain as he struggled to get up, many of the agents either laughing or looking sympathetically at him as he slowly rose to his feet.
The Commander made a 'tsk tsk' noise and shook his finger at him as if Jesse was a misbehaving child.
"I'm disappointed in you, McCree. I picked you up off the streets because I thought you were useful. Show me I was right." Reyes snapped.
McCree could only sigh and give a half-hearted 'yes sir' as he clenched his gut and shuffled off to the back of the group. There was no talk-back to Gabriel. If there was, well… The last person who was stupid enough to try ended up in the medical clinic for five weeks.
And that was the regular shit Jesse had to put up with. Reyes treated him as the class clown and didn't put up with any of McCree's attempts to make the mood lighter or funnier. To him, he was just an annoying bug flying around his head that he had yet to kill.
It's not like Jesse didn't like Gabriel. He was grateful of him to spare his life and give him a second chance. But sometimes, he could be a real pain in the ass, especially during training.
It was hard to pay attention during the rest of training. Besides the throbbing pain in his side, Jesse couldn't stop thinking about Hanzo, and Reyes constantly snapped at him when he wasn't listening. At the end of the session, Gabriel pulled him over to the side and gave him the harshest pep talk of his life.
"I don't know what's on your mind, cowboy, but you gotta pull yourself together. You're making me look like shit in front of other agents and I'm supposed to be in charge. So I want you to quit whatever it is you're doing and fucking look at me while I'm talking, because I think you and I both know what happens if I decide you're not what it takes to be a soldier."
McCree knew they were mostly empty threats due to the fact that it wasn't the first time Reyes had ever said those words, but it still made a shiver go down his spine. He nodded gravely as the Commander stalked off to find someone else to yell at.
Jesse slowly walked out of the training field feeling exhausted and fatigued until he caught sight of Hanzo sitting by himself at a lunch table, eating what was most likely a dumpling. His heart skipped a beat as he quickly sat down in front of him.
"Hey there, darlin'." McCree said as sweetly as he could.
"I told you to stop calling me that." Hanzo scowled.
"Aw, don't be that way," Jesse teased, "it's perfect for you."
Hanzo shook his head and took a bite of his dumpling.
"Why did you want to talk to me anyway?" Hanzo asked suspiciously.
McCree shrugged. "Just saw you all by yourself, that's all." He lied.
"Why me thou-"
Hanzo was cut off by alarms blaring in front of them. "Reports from England are showing massive terror attacks in the center of London. Most likely being Talon, attackers are armed with heavy firing weapons and grenades. We need agents Lena Oxton, Fareeha Amari, and Hanzo Shimada to report to mission base ASAP. I repeat, Lena Oxton, Fareeha Amari and Hanzo Shimada please report to mission base immediately." the smooth voice of the A.I. Athena said calmly.
At this, Hanzo swiftly threw his bow and quiver over one shoulder and ran off without a word, leaving a startled Jesse with nothing but a half eaten pork bun lying on the table in front of him.
Author's Note: Again, I'm very sorry for the short chapter, but I've decided to post shorter chapters more often instead of writing longer chapters that take longer for me to post. Hopefully the next few chapters will be bigger than the last two, and I hope you enjoy!