"...CAN YOU IMAGE IT? THOUSANDS OF THEM COMING UP OVER THE HILL WITH THEIR WEAPONS READY. WE WERE ALL THAT STOOD BETWEEN THEM AND THE PEOPLE. IT WAS A GLORIOUS BATTLE. I WILL NEVER FORGET THE TIME..."

Jesse stood in the middle of the hall, staring up at the house of a man in front of him. His hat tipped back far on his head so he could see. The bag Angela had given him was hanging by his side in loose fingers. He'd only made it ten paces out the door when he'd found the man he'd been sent to, the one they called Reinhardt. He was massive and had a booming voice to match. Jesse had barely introduced himself when the other started in on his life history...and there they had been for the last twenty...thirty minutes.

"...AND MORRISON COMES UP TO ME, HA HA! THE BOY NEVER KNEW WHAT HIT HIM, LET ME TELL YOU!"

"Sir...?"

"YES MY BOY, YES?" He said, placing his hands on his hips and leaning down to stare at the teenager.

"...I think you were supposed to brief me or point me somewhere." He suggested, hoping to get things back on track.

"OH!" He belted, clearing his throat right after. "Yes, apologies my friend." He added in a slightly less terrifying voice. "You're going to be reporting to Blackwatch. Reyes asked for you personally to be on his team. But don't worry, you won't be alone, new recruit. There are plenty of others for Reyes to grind up." He laughed and slapped Jesse on the back, nearly making the young man stumble to the ground. "Go on, my boy. We'll talk soon. I have a date to get to." The large man bounced his brow before winking and heading off.

Jesse stood there for a moment, regaining his composure before starting down the hall again. The guy was a little overwhelming but he seemed nice enough. So at least there was that. But now he knew he was going to be working with Gabe. The thought was a little intimidating but also kind of exciting. He'd seen what Blackwatch could do first hand. He'd managed to take a few of them down, which oddly gave him a feeling of guilt now. But still, Reyes had made him look like a punk. And with nothing but a pair of close range shot guns too... damn.

Following signs, he found his way to the Recruits Quarters. Another long hall to a room with no windows. The walls were lined with slots that sunk in. Each one was filled with a bed, two drawers built in underneath. It looked like some kind of honeycomb of bunks. They each had a frosted glass door that pulled shut to give them privacy. Several were already taken, made obvious by personal belongings. There were pictures, trinkets, and clothing in them. As he walked by, he took his time to check out each one. He realized that there didn't seem to be anything that made him think of Angela. Maybe she wasn't a recruit after all but someone already a full member of Overwatch. That thought was a little disappointing.

When he found an unclaimed bed, he dropped the bag and sat down on the cot. It was decent, probably better than the back seat of that truck he'd been sleeping in for the last few days. There were no pictures or belongings to personalize his space. He'd left everything behind when he decided to follow Reyes. Hell, it wasn't like he had anything to behind with. He'd lived job to job, trying to keep the gang happy and survive. That didn't leave a lot of room for fun and collecting things.

The bag was still sitting at his feet, zipping up and hiding the clothes within. He stared down at it for a moment. What he had on him and what was in that bag was it. That was all he had. But there wouldn't be any photos and gifts inside. Nothing to pin the wall or say goodnight to. After all these years alone, why did that suddenly bother him? Jesse had friends, no body he'd call a brother but still. They were all dead now. Their crimes had caught up to them. He'd been spared but it still sort of felt like he was being punished.

Reinhardt's echoing voice reached him. It was all laughter, which made a small smile appear. He needed to be positive. This was a fresh start. At least, that's what Gabe had said on the ride back to this place. He told Jesse to put everything behind him and only focus on going forward. The crimes he committed could be forgiven and everything that was known could stay between them. He'd never have gotten a better deal anywhere else. Overwatch was going to save him. That's what he needed to tell himself. Dropping his hat and boots by the bag, the self-proclaimed cowboy closed his eyes and tried to relax. Tomorrow he'd give this some honest to goodness hard work.

"Jesse!"

The voice was familiar and left him with a bright smile as he turned around. Through the half empty mess hall, the little doctor's assistant ran to him. She wasn't done up in her little dress and lab coat today. No, she looked field ready. Tight black attire hugged her body, complete with minimal armor and a chest guard. On her arm was the same symbol he'd seen on Gabe's uniform. This little thing was in Blackwatch?

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" She asked, all sunshine and light.

"Well good mornin'. I sure did. Something beautiful kept my dreams happy." He said and picked up what appeared to be a bagel from the lineup of food on the counter. Grabbing some jam, he gestured to it all. "Hungry?"

"Oh no, I've already eaten. I just thought I'd check in on you before we head over to the B-Wing."

After grabbing something to drink, the pair walked over to a lonely table and took a seat. She sat across from him, hands moving up to smooth out her already perfect pony tail. Again, he was surprised. She was a medical assistant. What was she doing on Gabe's team? The thought of her being a recruit returned to his mind. She was his age, after all. It would make sense. Medics needed combat experience too, right? It was probably just to keep her safe in the field.

"You're Blackwatch?" He asked, curiosity betting the better of him.

Angela's face tinted slightly red as she nodded.

"Well yes. I was going to be a doctor for Overwatch, but Gabriel insisted I learn to defend myself so that I could be of more use in the field. He said he had no time to baby sit medics..." Her words had started out peppy but by the end of the sentence, she seemed embarrassed.

"Gabe strikes me as the kinda man that doesn't really want support." He mused as he layered the jam onto the bread. The guy was kinda gungho.

"He doesn't want people to get hurt in the first place. But if they do, he needs to be able to count on me to get in there and assist. If I can't handle myself, I'll be no good to any of them."

That time her tone was a little more serious. She was making sense though. In the gang, they didn't have medics or support. If you got shot, you either dug that bullet out yourself or you found a town with someone who could do it for you. What a difference it might have made for him if he'd had someone like her around. Maybe he wouldn't have so many scars across his body. Or at least, they might not be so bad.

"Does this mean we'll be training together?" He asked, trying to lighten her mood a little. The blonde smiled back at him, those big eyes filled with humor.

"Yes, I believe it does."