Gunslingers and Lightbringers
Chapter 3
"Now I'll tell you what." the Mayor chuckled as he stroked his beard as he observed the afternoon sun, "I dun won me a quarter billion dollars." he told his omnic secretary, "Maybe I can finally get that car I wanted from the East Coast." he said and looked at his computer.
He checked his e-mail and saw that he had received one from Symmetra, which was starred and marked by the Vishkar Corporation.
CONTRACT COPY read the description.
"Now that I got a good nap, I guess I should read this bore." the Mayor opened the e-mail, then started to read the long documents.
However, this fleeting analyzing of the documents was cut short when the Mayor became more and more shocked at what the contract actually read. The contents were such a strike to his ego that it removed the money fueled grin from his face rapidly.
"What!?" the Mayor yelled, "Agnes! Get the Sheriff right now!" he pointed to his secretary in rage.
So the Sheriff was called up and informed of the situation, then walked rapidly to the hotel with his two deputies, shocking some civilians due to their haste actions.
Symmetra was unaware of the small posse headed for her room and she stroked her hair with a brush, then sprayed it with a mist of water due to it becoming severely dried up from the desert air. She had a smirk, proud of her achievement, since she had cost the company a minimum loss of money and a maximum win of land.
"Symmetra, you will rid this place of its abominations." the woman chuckled as she looked at herself in the mirror, "You alone will crush the revelry of G-" she stopped when she saw the mirror was a bit askew. Unable to disregard this fact, Symmetra worked to keep the mirror at a flat plane, "Hrgh-"
The door was pounded on, and the Sheriff's deputies broke in and aimed their crude laser pistols at Symmetra.
"What?" Symmetra gasped as she saw the Sheriff step in, "What is the meaning of this brutish entry!?" she yelled at the three enforcers.
"You're under arrest for Fraud against the City of Grit." the Sheriff pulled out some handcuffs, "You're going to jail, you con." he walked over to her and seized the woman.
"This is-" Symmetra growled and was detained, "This is absolute stupidity!" she yelled at the Sheriff, "You have no right to do this! I have done nothing wrong!" she tried to resist arrest, but the omnic was too strong and carried her off.
The walk to the jail was one of shame to Symmetra as she saw every civilian she faced condemn her, and she felt humiliated.
"We'll be with you, tomorrow." the Sheriff said as they walked inside the jail and threw her in a cell, "In court, where your sentence will be dealt."
"I demand I talk to my overseers!" Symmetra grabbed the bars, "Vishkar will be over here to stop you neanderthals!" she stepped back and made a blade out of hard light.
"Hey!" one of the deputies took note and quickly pulled out his pistol and shot Symmetra in the shoulder where her creation arm was connect to her body.
"AH!" Symmetra screamed and fell on the small bunk bed, then saw as her arm shut off and her blade dissipated into fractions of light, "Ah... Agh..." she groaned.
"It was for the best." the Sheriff told the deputy that fired, "Looks like your little things are gone now... see you in court." the omnic stepped out with one of the deputies (the one that fired) and shut the door.
"You... brutes..." Symmetra groaned as she felt the throbbing pain on her shoulder, "I swear... when Vishkar comes... I will rip the troglodytes from the land... and restore Order..." she glared at the deputy inside with her.
"Keep talkin', lady." the deputy scoffed and sat down on the desk facing the cell, "I really hope they hang ya tomorrow." he grumbled and grabbed a tablet.
"Hrrr..." Symmetra growled and attended her arm, but stopped when the door opened, then became surprised when McCree was the person she saw.
"Ah, Mr. Cree." the deputy spoke, then noticed the cowboy was looking at Symmetra, "Yeah, she was caught trying to fraud the city of Grit. Goin' to court tomorrow." he chuckled.
"Really now?" McCree's eyebrow raised, "Well, for someone so advanced in society, you sure stooped down low for this one." he walked to the cell and looked at the woman.
"I would never do such a thing." Symmetra murmured, "Your reasoning is ignorant and misguided!" she told the deputy, "Agh..." she looked at her shoulder.
"Well, you ain't lookin' too good there." McCree said, then turned to the deputy, "Mind if I check that?" he asked the man.
"What do you know about prostheti-" the deputy stopped when he realized his folly, "Very well." he stood and walked to the cell, unlocking it with the key he had in his hand.
"Let's see here." McCree walked to Symmetra, "Now are ya gonna let me look or just gonna give me that mean spirited face you have glued on?" he told the woman, who glared at him profusely.
"Do you have a Vishkar degree?" Symmetra said with a snarky attitude, "If so, you're free to work on this Vishkar engineered body enhancement."
"Well, I don't need to help ya." McCree grunted and pulled out a small flask, then splashed it's contents on Symmetra's wound.
"AH!" Symmetra wince and screamed in pain as the liquid burned her, "You! YOU BARBARIC SCUM!" she exploded in rage.
"What? It's just whiskey." McCree chuckled and put up the flask, "You didn't want help, so I thought you wanted hurt." he sat down next to her, only to receive a slap to the face the moment he did.
"Ah... ah..." Symmetra groaned in agony as she held her bionic arm, "You... beast." she snarled at the cowboy, but was taken back when McCree grabbed her shoulder regardless.
"Let's see here." McCree inspected the wound and saw all the fibers that connect organics to bionics, "Uh huh... I've seen this before." he told Symmetra, "Got it myself when I took a rivet blast some time ago."
"You... wouldn't know anything, you backwards sand dweller." Symmetra murmured, "This technology is too advanc-"
"Shut your traps." McCree told her and pulled out a small tool box from his belt, "And let me help ya out here... Contrary to your stubborn belief, I know my fair share of prostethic engineering." he showed his own bionic arm, "Out in the badlands, you ain't got no one to fix ya up like you do in the cities, so I had to learn." he pulled out some tools.
The cowboy worked for around an hour and finished with a wipe of his brow and a sigh of relief.
"This is it." he said and put a bandage on Symmetra's body.
"What?" Symmetra muttered when she felt her bionic arm once again, then moved it and created a sphere of light in her palm in order to test its operational status, "Impossible."
"What I tell ya?" McCree stood and nodded, "Now, that one was on the house." he grinned and lit up a cigar, "But if you wanna pay me, I'll take a feel of them thighs, darlin'- OOF!" he was punched in the abdomen by Symmetra.
"My... it does work." the woman chuckled as she clenched her metal fist, "Thank you." she nodded and saw McCree limp away.
"I... was..." McCree tried to catch his breath, "I was gonna wish ya luck on your court thing... but... not anymore." he grumbled and walked out of the jail in pain.
SM's Time-
I decided to post these early due to me leaving for a vacation trip during the weekend, so there will be a delay in update.
I hope you enjoyed this bit and thanks for my reviewer for noticing this.
I hope I got the personalities of McCree and Symmetra right since I only have so much to work with from the original source material. Speaking of that... DISCLAIMER: Blizzard owns Overwatch and the characters, I just made this story.
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