Chapter 3

As McCree wakes up, he is trying to recall what just happened that gave him a pounding headache and a blurry vision. The only thing that is clear to McCree is a bright, white light that is shining on him.

"Am I in heaven?" McCree thought as he is trying to deal with this headache. As he is about to get up, he can feel a hand gently pushing him down.

"Relax, don't get up. You took a nasty hit," a female voice said as a vague shape of her face came into view. This person appears to be wearing some sort of white outfit with wings on her back.

'Oh Shit! It's an angel, I really am dead!' As his vision is becoming clear, he can about see a familiar face. A pure, elegant woman with platinum blonde hair in a ponytail, sky blue eyes and a kind smile that gave McCree a sigh of relief.

"Mercy?"

"The one and only. How are you feeling?"

Hearing her voice with her Swiss accent that he remembered from Overwatch gave him a sense of comfort, knowing that he might have an ally that could help him with this strange adventure.

"Ugh. Still groggy. What happened?"

"One of the three brutes hit your head with a sledge hammer, when you were protecting me, luckily I had my pistol to sort him out."

The vague memories McCree is suddenly coming together.

"You were the person in the black cloak?"

"Indeed. I was thinking of showing you my face but judging by the circumstances, it was best to stay undercover. Just in case."

McCree is confused by what she said. Is there a reason why Mercy was undercover? Why was she wearing a black cloak in a sweltering heat.

"In case of what?" McCree questioned.

"You mean you haven't heard? About the terrorist attacks?"

"What!?" Now McCree is really confused and completely shocked. Surely the attacks has been sorted out years ago. Everything should be in peace.

Mercy is now typing something on her computer in, what McCree presumes is her base, however her base looks really rundown. Mold seems to be growing at the corners, the carpet is peeling off and fading, and the light bulb above looks like it's dying.

"Where are we?"

"You don't recognize this place?" Mercy asked "Watchpoint Gibraltar?"

"Seriously?"

"It has been a long time. Me and Winston just recently set Athena back up to keep an I on the terrorist attacks that has been on the news for weeks. Winston was the one who carried you here by the way. I will show you the articles and reports of the terrorist attacks."

As Mercy helped McCree closer to the computer, McCree saw pictures and newspaper articles of these attacks that for some reason has been targeting people who worked in Overwatch. Seeing retired soldiers that McCree once worked with. There are also pictures of Cairo, Egypt as he just remembered that's where Ana comes from. McCree is worried that something could of happened to his old mentor and her daughter.

"Are they...?"

"No, they are not dead." Mercy interrupted, like she has read his mind. "Pharah had let me know that both her and Ana are ok, however it is hard to get a hold of them so I presume they are in hiding. According to these reports, it looks like the terrorists are targeting people who worked for Overwatch. Soldiers. Scientists. Doctors and even friends, family and acquaintances who associated with Overwatch members. Whoever the terrorists are we don't know but there has been this graffiti sign near the incidences."

Mercy brought up a picture that looks like a Overwatch logo being covered by a red 'X', even though it looks crude, McCree finds it disturbing. Thanks to the computer high definition, Mercy and McCree could see that the 'X' was not done by a typical spray paint as they could see spots of dark red in the red design which is obvious it has been used by blood. The simple dripping from the 'X' makes it even more horrific. McCree couldn't believe what news he has been missing. All he did is walking around looking for a man he barely knows while his old friends had been fighting for their own lives. He feels weak and helpless, while deep in those unsettling thoughts, he is fiddling the fabric that he just took out of his pocket for comfort.

"Where's Winston?"

"He just got a call from Tracer so he just gone to see her. I am quite surprised you are still intact to be honest, what with you going around dressed as a cowboy."

Mercy was expecting some sort of comeback from McCree but all there is, is silence. As she turns around to face him, she could tell that something is on his mind, as he is just sitting there, on the bed with his head bend down staring at something in his hands.

"What's that you got there?" Mercy asked McCree. McCree looked up and replied.

"Oh. It's nothing. Just a silly thing."

"It can't be silly if you are looking at it intently. May I see?" She asked while holding out her hand towards McCree.

For some reason, McCree didn't want to hand the fabric to Mercy. It's seems to precious to him, but he knows that Mercy would be able to help him find the owner, so he reluctantly gave Mercy the fabric. As Mercy inspects it, McCree just sit there looking at her face to see if he can read her features. Her expression is unreadable until she spoke.

"This design does look familiar. There is a scanner somewhere where I can scan the design onto Athena and she can give us information about it. How did you get this anyway?"

"I bumped into someone at Route 66. He almost killed me with his arrows, but as I managed to get a good look at him, he ran away leaving that behind."

Mercy looked shocked.

"Route 66? No one has been there for decades. No one would dare set foot there due to its history of horrific crimes. So why would he be there? Unless he was after you."

With a scoff McCree asked "Why would he be after me?"

"Well think about it, terrorists randomly turn up at people's home town to attack them. How do they know where they live we don't know as we made sure Athena keeps that information confidential. That assassin was probably waiting for you. He knows you lived there at one point and then went there."

He hopes that Mercy's theory was wrong. It can't be since the man seems so honorable. But then again, the theory seems to make sense and that's the only lead they have got.

"But he was right in front of me with an arrow pointing between my eyes. Why did he ran away instead of killing me."

"That is strange, but hopefully this fabric can lead us to this assassin to get some answers."

Mercy walks towards Athena to see the information that just cropped. It came up with some Japanese article.

"Athena, could you translate this article into English"

The article automatically translated to English at which Mercy reads out to McCree.

"According to this it says the design is actually some kind of symbol that represents two brothers of the Shimada clan, a criminal organization that sets in Hanamura, Japan."

All of a sudden McCree got up, getting pumped up that we actually have lead to the man he was searching for. "Then let's go to Hanamura!"

"We won't be able to find anything. The Shimada clan had fallen apart after the leader died from ill-health. He had two sons, the brothers that represent the dragons that supposed to take over but both of them went missing for unknown reasons. So the home of the Shimada clan got closed off."

McCree suddenly slumped back down onto the bed becoming very depressed, thinking they were going to get somewhere.

"However, I did save someone from Hanamura so he might know something about this clan. It could be a dead end but it's the only lead we got."

"Where is he now?" McCree said as he jumped back up again with eagerness.

"He is currently staying in Nepal with the Omnic monk. I suppose we can borrow Winston's ship to get there, travel to Nepal to talk to him."

McCree walks right up to Mercy, holding her by the shoulders and looking at her with pleading, almost putting Mercy in a state of shock by how desperate he looks.

"Then we must Mercy. We should go so we can get answers from this guy. It is the only shot we got, because if this guy could lead us to the assassin."

"Which will lead us to the terrorists."

They are suddenly in sync and run straight towards the ship to get ready to go to Nepal. They might not have much to fall back on but they are fired with determination to get answers, know who the assassin is and why are the terrorists wants to get rid of Overwatch members. But one thing both of them does know is that they are willing to take down their enemies. One step at a time.