Chapter 4:
HIGH NOON
Northern Texas
Hypertrain Train
Destination: Houston
The bullet train whipped passed the countryside, heading into the didn't buy any ticket, they do not sell to folks like him, he rides the rails like the cowboys from the wild west. There he lie, resting on top of a train car bound for Oregon to meet up with his good friend Jack for a little Op in Mexico about some no good gang that is plotting to jack some military hardware.
The train just entered the grasslands, nothing there, only thing besides grass were tall mountains in the distance. Mcree sat there calmly, waiting for the Southbound track to meet the track going to Houston so he could jump. He wasn't no pansy and he hell weren't gonna wait for a train stop to switch lines. He is after all, Jesse McCree, ex-convict, Blackwatch agent, and now mercenary.
As the train speeded through the grassland McCree looked back as he was hearing something different with the engine, didn't sound right to him. He was kinda right after all..The engine was completely fine but he saw 3 pitch black VTOLs pulling up to the 280mph train, soaring by him, the crafts so close that the engine of one almost blew his hat right off his head, they didn't stop by him they went ahead of the train and flew over the front of the train and kept a speed so they didn't seem like the train was moving at all. Before McCree knew it the side doors of the VTOLs swished open and ropes dropped out of them and onto the train, and out poured what seemed to be like spec-op troops. They were all dressed in black and armed well. McCree thought they were a little TOO well armed.
It hit him as he watched them board the train at high speeds, "Wait'd darn minute they are the Blackwatch playbook...mah playbook. Awe hell I guess it's bumpy ride for this train afterall."
McCree got up from his spot on top the train and put his scarf on his face to cover himself up and brace the wind coming straight at him. He held onto his hat and began jumping train car from train car trying to reach the soldiers. The VTOLs lifted off and began to make their way away from the train. He kept jumping till he reached the 3rd to first car where the soldiers were and slowly climbed down to the edge of the train and held on, he began to push his body away as he held on tight, swinging himself like a swing and then he picked up his feet and aimed them towards the train's window and hit them with all his might, he cracked the window clean open and rolled. He quickly drew his Peacekeeper revolver and fanned the hammer on it, hitting 3 of the 6 men in the squad in this car.
He stood in front of the shocked soldiers and tipped his hat, "Howdy partners." He quickly shot another two after reloading and he looked at the now scared last guy, "Now fella, you're gonna tell me here what's goin on,you got let's see.."
4 more men barged in with guns aimed at him. They yelled at him to holster his weapon and get on the ground, he was surrounded.
He checked his watch, "Oh yeah, that's right fellas, IT'S HIGH NOON!" He drew his pistol and quickly and decisively shot all 5 men in the head, with one bullet to spare on him.
He kicked one body to check if he got em, "Well wouldja look at that," He quickly examined them, "Talon, damn and I thought these guys were just some punks, how did they get their dirty lil mitts the Blackwatch playbook?"
However they got it McCree was not too pleased with Talon using his own strategies against him. He went to the 2nd to first car to find a squad of soldiers hauling a massive box, marked with a scratched overwatch logo. He tossed his flashbang and quickly dispatched all the Talon operatives with ease. He checked the box and all he saw was a picture of tons of Overwatch equipment including a map to the still undisclosed to the public Watchpoint Gibraltar.
McCree said to himself as he quickly tried to get the first car to see if the operatives were still there he only saw the infamous reaper and 3 other operatives opening a door on the side and jumping onto a VTOL that is cruising right by the train. The last thing he heard was a French voice telling Reaper to disengage and get the package off the train.
Mccree tried to chase after him but was stopped by the VTOL moving away...but it didn't gain any altitude.
McCree muttered to himself, "What does is he up to?"
Reaper's talons on his gloves slithered across his neck, looking at McCree as one of the operative brought out a rocket launcher.
"Awe hell.." McCree said to himself before he saw the flash of the rocket launcher and the rocket flying at him.
There was only a flash of light
Vale
Express Line
McCree lay on the floor of an open train car, the wind blowing fiercely at him, he woke up quickly and looked around and only said after getting up, "AWE HELL WHERE AM I NOW?"
He looked about, he saw he was riding a cargo train full of…..Atlas Property? He wondered what the hell Atlas was. He kept his hand on his peacekeeper and looked about, he saw mechs, white VTOLs, shipping containers of weapons and armor.
"Now what have ya got yerself into now Jesse?" He said to himself as he questioned how the hell he got where he was.
McCree started to head to the front of the train, going past all the flat cars with mechs, VTOLs, stacks of containers filled with guns on them. He about reached the front when he started to hear chatter coming from the front of the train, he quickly tried to hide but all his efforts were in vain as 2 people wearing white and red masks with animal like appendages approached him and aimed their weapons at them.
One with cat ears yelled at him, "HANDS UP! WHO ARE YOU!?"
McCree lowered his scarf mask and let smoke out of his mouth from his cigar in his mouth, "Well I could as yall the same, ya guys do not seem like soldiers who'd own all this stuff ya got here….Am I wrong?"
The other person walked up to him and snatched his holster from him and examined it, "Say...who in their right mind would carry a revolver to stop us? Like pal are you a little stupid? Seriously this pistol couldn't hurt a fly!"
"Oh that's where yer darn wrong partner." He swiftly gave the man in front of him a roundhouse kick in the face and snatched his holster back. As the other man began firing his rifle at him he rolled behind a shipping crate on the car they were on. McCree loaded his Peacekeeper and spun the cylinder, with a wide grin on his face he rolled out of his cover and threw his flashbang towards the enemy, he quickly drew his pistol and shot through his own flashbang, making it detonate and hitting the enemy at the same time. As the enemy was stunned he fanned the hammer on his lovely gun and filled the man full of bullets.
He spun his gun on his finger and blew the smoke away from the barrel, "Now tell me, what was that about not hurtin a fly?"
He holstered his weapon and continued to trying to make his way to the front of the train, as he went he saw bodies of guards who were probably the ones meant to guard the train. He took his cigar out of his mouth and tossed the butt onto the tracks as the train began to pass through a city and leave the countryside. He put back up his scarf as a bandana. He was determined to bring these crooks to justice.
The train closed to the city fast, he needed to get moving. He began to move into a run, passing more hijackers as he went, quickly despatching of them with his Peacebringer, always trying to keep moving. He began to go for wounds as he didn't want unnecessary death. He got to the front of the train and kicked down the door, "HOL UP NOW! YOU ARE GONNA BE STOPPIN RIGHT HERE!"
The new 'conductor' turned around to face McCree, he was wearing the same attire as the others, he had bull horns, and scary enough he was almost as tall as his old friend Reinhardt Wilhelm.
The man struck McCree causing him to stagger as he was hit. McCree quickly responded by trying to reach for a flashbang but as he searched he was kicked him the chest by the man. He was losing the fight and as much as he didn't want to be lethal he might have to be.
McCree took out his knife and took it by the blade and threw it right into his right kneecap, wedging it in between his joints. The man tried to rush McCree but fell and there was a loud snapping sound on the train.
He turned him on his stomach and pressed his boot against his back after removing the knife, "Now wherever we are headin, you are goin to the slammer pal. Now let me stop this here train."
McCree went over to the controls and pulled the brake as he entered the station. He left the main car to see…
A massive crowd with signs and fans…..he was a hero already
News reporters were there, apparently people knew about the jacking.
But most of all he saw someone he hasn't saw in a while down in the crowd….
Reinhardt.
A news reporter hopped on the train and shoved a mic into his face, "What is your name stranger?"
He simply responded, "I'm just Jesse McCree, and I don't need no fancy rewards or none of your fame I just enjoy the satisfaction of given yall folks some help."
"Well then McCree can we expect you to be a full time savior."
"No you can not"
He was dumbstruck, "B-b-b-but why?"
McCree pointed to Reinhardt in the crowd, "You got yerselves a hero right there partner, and I serve the world, not no government or people. I do what is needed to be done."
"Well at least any words to the people, you are on air."
"Alrighty people, like I said i'm McCree and I say yall need to be ready for more things like this, be prepared these guys were packin heat and they seem to be ready to go again...and uh government I left some survivors on the train."
McCree hopped down from the train and pushed through the crowd that swarmed him and screamed at him, he lowered his scarf off his face and headed to his friend grinning.
He lit another cigar and puffed, "Well it seems this town already gots themselves a hero aye Reinhardt?"
He chuckled, "Yeah but remember what the good doctor said."
"Yeah yeah," He looked at the girls of team RWBY around Reinhardt who stared at him, "seems like ya got a posse of yer own aaye pal?"
Reinhardt got giddy and whispered to Ruby, "Ask him the time Ruby."
She seemed very confused but asked him, "So..uh?..um? What's the time."
Reinhardt seemed very happy by laughs he was trying to hold in.
He responded after checking his watch, "Uh maybe like 3ish, maybe 3:30"
Reinhardt sighed, "Ok McCree that's not what you usually say when I used to ask you that. But oh well let's take this somewhere more private. Also meet the girls of team RWBY."
"Team what?"
"I'll explain soon my friend, let's just venture back to the school."
"What are ya old man, some kind of teacher?"
"YES! Yes actually."
"Oh lordy this can't be good for anybody"
(Author's corner: HOWDY! Well here you go McCree is here and ready to get back to work. Well I hope you all really enjoyed this chapter, more is coming out faster as all the birthday stuff is over *^*, but anyways thank you all very much for reading and see you all in the next one)